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Wanderings 
 
 
(c) 2002  Anais Ninja  anais_ninja@hotmail.com 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anais_ninja/index.html 
 
Note:  This is my story.  The names and details have been changed to 
protect the privacy of those involved.  Some of this account has been 
reconstructed from memory, but most of it has been based on a journal I 
kept during these years. 
 

 
 
Chapter Six - Leaves of Grass  (Mf mf Ff inc) 
 
 
I met Julia for lunch the next day at a cafe in town, near the docks. 
 
"Helen called me this morning," she said, sipping a cup of tea.  "Brad 
wants to come up to visit." 
 
"He does?"  I said.  My heart skipped a beat. 
 
"He was quite taken with you, my dear," she said, reaching for my 
hand.  "I can't blame him at all." 
 
"I...I don't know, Julia."  She saw my expression change and squeezed 
my hand. 
 
"What's wrong, Annie?  I thought you liked him." 
 
"It's just that...I don't know.  Where will he stay?  Where will we 
go?  My house is so old and shabby, he'll think it's a dump.  My 
brothers and Ramon are around every evening..." 
 
"Relax, Annie," Julia said, patting my hand.  "Brad can stay with me 
and you can have the run of the house if you wish, spend the days in 
the garden or at the beach and the nights in my guest room." 
 
"Can I think about it?" I asked. 
 
"Of course.  Take a day or two," she said. 
 
We went shopping after lunch.  I bought Julia a pair of crystal 
candlesticks with some of the money Rob had given me at the party.  
Julia gave me a book of Walt Whitman's poetry, "Leaves of Grass".  We 
drove back to her house and sat in her garden, under the shady tree, 
and read poems to each other. 
 
"I sing the Body electric",  Julia read.  I lay my head in her lap, 
breathing in the music of her voice. 
 
"The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;    
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,    
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the 
Soul." 
 
"Do you believe we have a soul?" I asked. 
 
"Yes, Annie.  I do.  I believe it is the wellspring from which our 
love pours forth." 
 
"What happens when we die?"  I asked.  Julia paused for a second 
before answering. 
 
"If you're asking whether I believe in Heaven or Hell, the answer is 
no.  But I do believe that our souls live on in the hearts of everyone 
we've loved in our life."  She leaned over and kissed my forehead 
before continuing to read.  I closed my eyes and let the words wash 
over me.  A gentle breeze blew through the garden and caressed us, the 
rustling of the leaves sounding like a tranquil ocean lapping against 
the beach. 
 
When it was my turn to read, I stood up and slipped off my dress 
instead.  Without a word between us, Julia did the same.  We laid down 
on the cool garden grass and made love until clouds obscured the sun, 
our moans and sighs of pleasure mixing with the trills of the 
songbirds in the trees above us. 
 
It started to rain as I was heading home, big warm summer drops making 
my thin dress cling to my body.  Ramon and the boys were already 
waiting when I got home.  I was in my room, changing out of my wet 
clothes and toweling my hair when Ramon knocked on my door. 
 
"Annie, I need to talk to you," he said, sitting down on the edge of 
my bed.  I put on my robe and sat down next to him.  The rain started 
to come down hard, pelting the windows. 
 
Ramon explained that the state had closed the inshore fishing grounds 
because of red tide, a bloom of algae that washed from the rivers and 
poisoned the fish.  This meant that Ramon had to take the boat further 
offshore, and instead of leaving early in the morning and returning 
before dusk, he'd have to be gone for days, maybe even weeks at a 
time. 
 
Coming along with him was not an option.  It was dirty, dangerous work 
and I would have been seasick the whole time.  But he was reluctant to 
leave me here, a thirteen-year-old girl all alone in this big house. 
 
"What if I stayed with Julia?" I asked. 
 
"Will she let you?" 
 
"Yes, I think so.  I can ask her tomorrow." 
 
"Good," he said, putting his arm around me and hugging me.  After he 
left my bedroom, I sat on my bed, filled with conflict.  On one hand, 
this meant I could spend time with Brad this week without having to 
excuse myself and make dinner for Ramon and my brothers. 
 
But on the other hand, I was worried for Ramon, Del, and Paco.  
Fishing boats disappeared all the time, and hurricane season was 
looming.  On top of that, I'd miss not having them around.  I liked 
cooking for them, I liked sitting and watching television with them, 
and I liked crawling into bed with my papi and my brothers, feeling 
their hands on me, their cocks inside me, their hot cum filling my 
cunny. 
 
I carried my mixed feelings with me that evening, making dinner for 
them, cleaning up afterwards, pouring a glass of rum for Ramon and 
sitting with him on the couch. 
 
"I'm afraid for you, Papi," I said.  "I'm going to worry about you 
when you're gone." 
 
"Don't be," he said, wrapping me in his arms.  "I've been fishing 
since  I was a boy.  I know what I'm doing." 
 
"But this isn't like Florida or Cuba," I said. 
 
"I know.  But I have to make a living, right?" 
 
"Yes, Papi," I said.  He kissed me and stroked my hair. 
 
"Tomorrow I will get you a radio and we can talk every day, so you 
will know we're all right." 
 
The thought of being able to stay in contact with them made me feel a 
bit better.  I kissed him and took his hand, leading him to his 
bedroom, where I undressed, curled between his legs, and sucked his 
cock dry. 
 
"For luck," I said, snuggling up next to him. 
 
"We're not leaving until the day after tomorrow," he said. 
 
"Good.  I'll have plenty of time to give you more good luck," I said, 
resting my head on his shoulder.  I wanted him to fuck me, to feel his 
fat cock inside me, but I fell asleep in his arms instead, lulled by 
the sound of the rain. 
 
 
                             * * * 
 
 
I woke up before Ramon, something that almost never happened.  Usually 
he'd be up before dawn and miles offshore before I'd wake up, but 
today he had to provision the boat, buying enough supplies and food 
for a week at sea.  Pink sunlight filtered through the curtains, 
slanting across the bed.  I sat up and watched him sleep for a while 
and then I carefully pulled the sheets down, exposing his slumbering 
penis. 
 
I gave it a soft kiss, feeling it stir against my lips.  I handled it 
gently, pulling back the foreskin as I guided it into my mouth, 
swirling my tongue over the tip as it hardened between my lips.  Ramon 
stirred but didn't wake up. 
 
I sucked him slowly, lightly, using just a bit of suction, gently 
stroking his shaft and cupping his balls.  It was just like the way I 
made love to Julia while she was still sleeping on the big hotel bed, 
except it was my papi's penis instead of Julia's sex.  I looked up 
from what I was doing every so often, mindful of any sign that Ramon 
was waking up.  His eyes remained closed, and his breathing was slow 
and steady, but precum began to weep from the tip of his cock, making 
the head slippery against my tongue.  I concentrated on his hard 
member, taking as much as I could into my mouth and swirling my tongue 
over his shaft. 
 
"Anita," he murmured.  I pulled his cock from my mouth, seeing his 
eyes open slowly and a smile spreading across his face.  "Come here, 
baby." 
 
He gently pulled me up to the head of the bed and kissed me.  His 
breath was a bit sour, but I didn't mind. 
 
"Fuck me, Papi," I whispered.  He rolled me on my back and I spread my 
legs for him, feeling his cock press against my moist labia as he 
positioned himself over me.  I reached down and parted my lips with 
the slick tip of his penis, pushing my hips against him as he entered 
me. 
 
"You feel so tight this morning," he whispered in my ear as he started 
to thrust, his cock worming deeper with every stroke.  I wrapped my 
arms around him, feeling his muscles move beneath his skin as he 
slowly fucked me. 
 
"You feel so big, Papi," I cooed.  It was true: his cock felt 
especially thick inside me, stretching me as it steadily pistoned in 
and out of my pussy.  I began to tighten myself around his pole, 
wanting to make it tighter for him, better for him.  He must have 
liked that, because he groaned and began to thrust faster, the top of 
his cock grinding against my swollen clit.  The feeling of naughtiness 
and arousal I'd had from sucking him while he slept became the kernel 
of my pleasure, spreading outward from my hips. 
 
"Oh, Papi," I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, using my heels to 
urge him on to a faster pace.  He began to fuck me harder, faster, his 
low hanging balls slapping against my upturned bottom.  Ramon buried 
his face in my hair, kissing my neck, nibbling my earlobe, his breath 
a warm cloud on my shoulder.  As my nipples began to rub against his 
broad chest, I began to come, waves of pleasure making my thighs 
quiver against his hips. 
 
"Annie," he whispered, the steady pace of his hips stuttering, 
hesitating.  He drive his thick tool deep inside me and groaned as he 
came, a warm feeling filling my sex as he spent his seed within me.  
His thrusting slowed, each stroke punctuated by a diminishing jet of 
semen, until his balls were drained and his cock began to soften.  
Without warning, he rolled over on his back, pulling me on top of him, 
still connected to me by the column of flesh inside my sex. 
 
"Good morning, Papi," I whispered, resting my head on his chest.  He 
gently caressed my back with his strong, callused hands, his breathing 
slowing again, a contented sigh escaping his lips. 
 
"Good morning, Annie," he said, kissing the top of my head.  We lay 
like that for a while, the pink rays of dawn turning orange, then 
yellow as the sun rose past the treetops.  I would have loved to spend 
the day like that, but Ramon had to go to the bathroom.  I picked up 
my clothes from the floor and went to my room to get my robe. 
 
I wanted to wake my brothers up the same way, but they were already 
up.  Del was in the third floor bathroom but Paco was still in bed, 
rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.  I sat on the edge of his bed and 
have him a sisterly kiss on the forehead. 
 
"Tired, baby?" I asked him.  He nodded, still looking groggy.  I 
pulled the sheets off of him, exposing his morning erection. 
 
"I know how to wake you up," I whispered, lowering my head into his 
lap and taking his smooth young cock into my mouth.  Since he was 
already awake, I could dispense with the subtle, gentle approach I'd 
used with his sleeping father, hungrily ravishing his stiffy with my 
lips and tongue, fondling his balls and caressing his smooth skin with 
my hands.  It didn't take long before he was squirting his boycum in 
my mouth, a little offering for my empty stomach. 
 
"Gracias," he whispered, kissing me and wrinkling his nose when he 
tasted his own semen on my lips.  I laughed and tousled his hair, 
playfully swatting his little butt as he got out of bed. 
 
As I passed the boys' bathroom, I could hear the shower running, the 
sound of Del humming some tune over the rushing water.  The door was 
unlocked, so I quietly turned the knob and let myself in, shrugging my 
robe from my shoulders as I approached the shower stall.  I could 
barely see him behind the steamed up glass, soaping up his body.  I 
made my move, opening the stall door quickly and darting inside. 
 
"Hey!" he shouted, looking flustered. 
 
"Did I scare you?" I said, taking the bar of soap from his hand. 
 
"No, I...I just didn't expect you.  I thought it was Paco, being an 
asshole." 
 
"Sorry," I said, kissing him as I soaped up his back.  I felt his cock 
begin to rise, pressing between my thighs. 
 
"Ew.  Did you just suck Papi?" he said, his expression of mild disgust 
mirroring his brother's. 
 
"No.  Paco," I said, pulling away so I could stroke his stiffening 
penis with my soapy hands.  I lathered his cock and balls well, taking 
a brief detour to soap up his chest and stomach before returning to 
his glistening hardness. 
 
"Now do me," I said, handing him the soap.  He started at my 
shoulders, slowly working lower, lingering over my breasts, making my 
nipples stand at attention like two little pink soldiers.  He went 
lower, past my belly, his soapy fingers parting my labia, feeling 
Ramon's sperm oozing from my slit. 
 
"Papi?" he asked.  I nodded.  "Turn around," he said. 
 
Again, he started at my shoulders, lathering my back and my bottom, 
reaching lower to do my thighs before working back up between my 
cheeks.  I felt a soapy finger probing me back there, his slick digit 
slipping into my ass.  I leaned forward, against the cool tile of the 
shower stall while his finger wormed inside me. 
 
"You like that?" he asked.  I nodded and presented my bottom to him, 
arching my back so my stiff nipples rubbed against the tile.  He 
slipped his finger out of my ass and I felt the tip of his soapy cock 
replace it, pressing against my anus. 
 
I reached back to spread my cheeks as he pushed his hardness into my 
bottom, making me gasp as he stretched me back there.  As Del's hard 
cock wormed its way into my tight ass, I reached down to rub my clit, 
the mixture of soap and Ramon's sperm making it slippery beneath my 
fingers. 
 
Del gripped my hips as he began to thrust, pressing me against the 
tiles with each stroke.  I fingered myself as he fucked me, the warm 
water caressing our bodies and rinsing the soap from our skin.  I 
wished I could see his cock, the glistening shaft disappearing into my 
cheeks, but the best I could do was to stuff a couple of fingers into 
my slit and feel its progress as it pistoned in and out of my ass. 
 
Del began to thrust faster, his hips slapping against my cheeks with 
each stroke, just as his father's balls had done earlier that morning.  
I was thinking about how nice it would be to have a cock in my pussy 
as well, or even a dildo.  My fingers would have to do for now.  I 
frigged myself furiously as Del speared me with his soapy pole, 
feeling my knees weaken as my climax approached. 
 
"Come for me, Del...come in my ass," I urged him.  Saying those nasty 
words was a potent trigger for both of us, and I came hard, almost 
slipping off of his dick.  Del gripped my hips, keeping me from 
falling to the floor of the shower stall as he buried his cock inside 
me, grunting as he erupted in my ass.  His hips pushed against my 
cheeks as he gave a few last thrusts, his hands moving from my hips to 
my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them as he filled my ass with 
his hot spunk. 
 
"We're going to use up all the hot water," he said, holding me from 
behind.  I laughed, making his softening cock slip from my bottom.  I 
turned around and kissed him, lathering up his cock and cleaning it 
before we rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. 
 
"About time," Paco said, waiting patiently outside the bathroom in his 
robe and slippers.  I gave him another playful swat on the bottom and 
went downstairs to put on some coffee and start breakfast. 
 
After breakfast, Ramon and the boys piled into the van, heading into 
town to get supplies for the boat.  I did three loads of laundry so 
they'd have enough clean clothes, taking a quick shower after it was 
done.  Then I hopped on my bike and rode to Julia's house.  The sky 
was a cloudless blue bowl, and the previous night's rain made 
everything look so lush and green. 
 
Julia was in her garden, asleep in a chair set in a shady spot, a book 
of poetry open in her lap.  I knelt at her feet and gently kissed her 
hand.  Her eyes slowly opened.  She smiled when she saw me, leaning 
forward to give me a kiss. 
 
"You're beautiful when you're sleeping," I said, taking her hand in 
mine. 
 
"You're beautiful, always," she said. 
 
"What's that you're reading?" 
 
"Emily Dickinson," she said, "A favorite of mine when I was your age." 
 
"Will you read some to me?" 
 
"Of course, dear."  Julia thumbed through the book, looking for a 
particular poem.  Finding it, she began to read. 
 
           "When roses cease to bloom, dear,   
             And violets are done,   
            When bumble-bees in solemn flight   
             Have passed beyond the sun,   
    
           "The hand that paused to gather 
             Upon this summer's day   
            Will idle lie, in Auburn,-   
             Then take my flower, pray!" 
 
As if on cue, a bee emerged from one of the flowerbeds and floated 
past us.  We looked at each other and laughed.  Julia smiled at me, a 
smile as brilliant as the sun.  She put the book aside and took me by 
the hand, leading me into the house, upstairs to her bedroom, 
undressing me and laying me down on her bed. 
 
"Then take my flower, pray," I said, parting my legs so she could 
taste my nectar, making me sing my song of joy.  Then it was my turn 
to make her rose bloom, to hear her trills of pleasure on a warm 
summer's day. 
 
We lay idle upon her bed, her soft breasts my pillow, her breathing my 
lullaby.  Our reverie was broken by a rumbling from deep within my 
belly. 
 
"Let's get some lunch," she said, her gentle laughter like a 
songbird's call.  We dressed in silence and drove into town, back to 
the cafe near the water. 
 
"Have you thought about Brad visiting?" she asked. 
 
I told her about what Ramon had said, how they had to start fishing 
offshore, how they'd be gone for days, how I'd be alone, my worries, 
my conflicted feelings.  I felt better having confided in her, but I 
still had a nagging feeling of dread. 
 
"I'd be more than happy to have you stay with me," she said, taking my 
hand. 
 
"You don't mind?" 
 
"Not at all." 
 
"Thank you, Julia." 
 
"My pleasure, Annie." 
 
After lunch we walked along the docks and found Ramon.  He was loading 
boxes on the boat.  Del and Paco were stowing them below, their shirts 
wrapped around their waists, sweat glistening on their bronze skin.  
Ramon greeted her with a polite handshake and told the boys to take a 
break.  Julia and Ramon strolled down the pier and talked while Del 
helped me aboard the boat.  The gentle rocking motion began to make me 
queasy.  I began to break out in a sweat, my stomach turning and 
twisting.  The smell of diesel fuel and fish guts wasn't helping. 
 
It wasn't until Del helped me off the boat that I noticed the name 
that was freshly painted on the transom: "Valerie".  My mother's name. 
 
"Are you okay, Annie?" Ramon asked.  Julia pulled a handkerchief from 
her purse and wiped my brow. 
 
"Just a little seasick," I said. 
 
"I can drive her home," Julia said. 
 
"Thanks," Ramon said, hefting another box of supplies and passing it 
over to Del.  "I'll be home in a couple of hours." 
 
We went back to Julia's place and she made me drink some ginger ale to 
help settle my stomach, holding me while I lay on her bed.  When I the 
queasiness passed, she let me call Brad.  We talked for almost a half 
hour, mostly small talk.  I liked listening to his voice.  He made me 
feel all mushy down there. 
 
"Sorry I was on the phone so long," I said. 
 
"Don't worry about that, dear.  So, he's coming up?" 
 
"He's taking a bus on Thursday morning."  Brad had a learner's permit 
and wasn't allowed to drive out of state or after dark. 
 
"Good.  I can drive you into town to meet him," Julia said, giving me 
a gentle hug. 
 
"Thank you, Julia.  For everything." 
 
"You're welcome, dear.  I love to see you happy like this."  She 
kissed me.  "You must be so excited." 
 
"I am."  It was true.  The queasiness in my stomach was replaced by a 
tingle of anticipation, and the phone call had made me very horny.  I 
kissed Julia again, this time with a tender passion, my hand sliding 
inside her blouse to cup her breast. 
 
"Feeling better, I see," she whispered, leading me back to her 
bedroom. 
 
We slowly undressed each other, pausing to plant kisses on each newly 
exposed part: her breasts, then mine, her belly, then mine, her 
thighs, and then mine.  Soon we were naked, lying on her bed, our 
thighs intertwined, her sex feeling hot and moist against my skin.  I 
scissored her thighs open with my own, pressing my shaved pussy 
against her pubes, grinding my clit into hers.  Julia cupped my 
breasts along with her own so our nipples were pressed together as 
well.  I began to rock my hips, wishing I had a penis between my legs 
to fill Julia's sex. 
 
"Should I get the strap-on?" she asked, reading my mind. 
 
"Let me eat you first," I whispered, making her smile in anticipation. 
 
I slithered down her body like a serpent, my tongue flicking over her 
nipples and the soft skin of her belly, rubbing my nose in her downy 
pubes as I homed in on her cleft.  She was as wet as I was, and I 
scooped up her juices and spread them over her pearly clit with my 
tongue.  Julia began to moan and grind her hips, pressing her sex 
against my lips. 
 
I sucked and licked her clit, my hands roaming over her body from her 
tits to her hips.  Julia squirmed as my tongue lashed her sex, probing 
her depths and swirling over her swollen nubbin.  Though we had been 
lovers just a few short weeks, I knew what she liked, I knew how she 
responded, I knew when she was close to coming and how to nudge her 
over the edge, into an ecstatic abyss.  It was like the first time she 
made love to me, except I was the concertmistress and she was the 
diva, singing her climactic aria of pleasure. 
 
"Come here, Annie," she said, bidding me to emerge from between her 
thighs and lay upon her breasts.  She kissed my wet cheeks, my 
fragrant lips, redolent with her scent and pungent taste. 
 
"You do that so well," she whispered, her voice hoarse and husky from 
her cries and moans. 
 
"I love to make you come like that," I said, punctuating my words by 
pressing my sex against hers, making her gasp and catch her breath. 
 
"I envy young Brad, having you all to himself for the weekend," she 
said, smiling and brushing her lips against mine. 
 
"Maybe you can join us," I said. 
 
"I wouldn't dream of it.  I want the two of you to have a lovely 
romantic weekend.  Consider me your hostess, my house your bed and 
breakfast." 
 
"But..." 
 
"Hush, Annie," she said, kissing me again.  We lay in silence for a 
while. 
 
"Julia?" 
 
"Yes, dear?" 
 
"When you and Helen came into Brad's room, when I was still on top of 
him in his bed..." 
 
"Yes?" 
 
"I wanted you with us," I said.  I really did.  I wanted to share Brad 
with her, to watch his smooth boycock disappear into her cleft, to see 
her come beneath him. 
 
"Annie, I haven't been with a man since Thomas passed away," she said, 
her eyes glistening.  Thomas was her late husband; there were pictures 
of him on her mantle and her dresser.  He was a handsome man with gray 
hair, icy eyes but a warm smile. 
 
"You miss him?" I said, more of a statement of fact than a question. 
 
"Yes," she replied. 
 
"I miss my mother," I said. 
 
"Valerie?" 
 
"Yes.  How did you know?" 
 
"Your father's boat." 
 
"He never told me he named it after her," I said. 
 
"How does that make you feel?" 
 
"Honored, I guess.  But I don't know why he kept it a secret." 
 
"Maybe he thought you'd object?" 
 
"I guess.  But I don't.  I think it was a wonderful thing to do." 
 
"Don't worry about it Annie.  Men do things like that," she said. 
 
I wanted to ask her about Thomas.  I wanted to know about him, what 
his voice was like, his scent, his taste, whether his laugh was a warm 
as his smile. 
 
"He was a fine man, a gentle man in a terrible business," she said, 
reading my mind again. 
 
"How did you know...?" 
 
"You were looking at his photograph on my dresser," she said, kissing 
my forehead.  "I do this to honor his memory, a memory I cherish with 
all my heart.  I suppose there is another man I can fall in love with, 
but there will only be one Thomas, and I feel blessed to have been 
with him.  Perhaps if I'd been younger, it would have been 
different..." 
 
"You amaze me, Julia," I said.  "If I can be half the woman you 
are..."  Again, she silenced me with a kiss. 
 
"You will be all that and more, Annie.  You have a heart as big as the 
ocean, a soul as deep."  She kissed me again and held me as I wept 
upon her breast, weeping for Thomas, weeping for my mother, and 
weeping tears of joy for having met and fallen in love with Julia, 
sweet Julia. 
 
We never got around to using the strap-on.  I had to get back to my 
house to make dinner for Ramon and my brothers.  I wanted to give them 
a home-cooked meal before they left and a little something to look 
forward to when they returned.  A week on the open seas with nothing 
but freeze-dried food to eat and a callused hand for company; for once 
I was glad I got seasick easily.  I'd hate to have to be stuck on that 
boat. 
 
Julia and I got dressed and she walked me downstairs.  We kissed and 
held each other before I left, making plans to meet for lunch the next 
day.  When I got home, Ramon and my brothers were there, Del and Paco 
watching television, Ramon in the sewing room where he'd set up a two-
way radio.  He'd mounted an antenna on the roof and strung a cable 
down the side of the house and through the window, leading it to the 
radio which sat on an end table from the living room.  He sat in front 
of it, twiddling the dials, getting mostly static in return until he 
found the frequency used by most of town's fishing boats.  I pulled up 
a chair and sat with him as we listened to the faint and scratchy 
transmissions. 
 
I made pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy for dinner, one of 
Ramon's favorite meals.  While the boys did the dishes afterwards, I 
poured a glass of rum for Ramon and sat with him in the living room, 
snuggled against him on the couch. 
 
"Be careful out there, Papi," I said. 
 
"I will.  Don't worry," he said, kissing me, the sweet taste of rum 
lingering on his lips.  We sat together on the couch, sharing the 
glass of rum, until Del and Paco came in from the kitchen, having 
finished washing the dishes.  Ramon kissed me again and then scooped 
me up in his arms, carrying me to his bedroom.  Del and Paco followed 
us. 
 
Ramon laid me on the bed and sat next to me, leaning down to kiss me.  
I began to unbutton his shirt, exposing his broad chest, a few graying 
hairs beginning to show against his tanned skin.  As he helped me lift 
my dress over my head, Del and Paco began to shed their clothes.  Soon 
the four of us were naked on Ramon's bed, three pairs of hands roaming 
over my body, three hard cocks for me to stroke.  As I leaned over to 
take Ramon's hardness in my mouth someone began kissing my thighs and 
gently parting my legs.  It was Del, his big brown eyes smiling at me 
as he began to kiss my sex. 
 
I began to slowly suck Ramon's cock while Del licked my slit and Paco 
kissed and suckled my breasts.  I reached out for Paco's dick, 
stroking it while I ravished his father's tool with my mouth.  Del's 
tongue probed my wetness, plunging into my vagina and swirling over my 
clitty.  My moans of pleasure were muffled by the rigid member in my 
mouth. 
 
I could have stayed like this all night, teetering on the edge of 
orgasm, a cock in my mouth and another in my hand, but Ramon had other 
ideas.  Pulling his penis from between my lips, he laid back on the 
bed and gently pulled me on top of him, away from Del's loving mouth.  
My disappointment lasted only a moment as Del's tongue was replaced by 
the tip of his father's penis, rubbing the length of my slit and 
searching for my entrance.  I reached down to help him, guiding his 
cock inside me and pushing back against it, feeling it fill me as it 
wormed its way inside my cunny. 
 
Del knelt on the bed next to me, offering his smooth young cock for me 
to suck.  I leaned over and took his hardness in my mouth as he began 
to fondle my breasts.  Ramon had grabbed my hips and was guiding me up 
and down on his pole when I felt something warm and wet between my ass 
cheeks.  I stopped sucking Del for a second and looked back over my 
shoulder: it was Paco, his face buried between my cheeks, licking my 
tight ass.  I smiled at him and returned to Del's glistening cock, 
taking it back in my mouth as I rode his father's cock. 
 
Paco licked me back there, his rigid little tongue probing my tight 
entrance, making it slick enough for his stiffy to penetrate.  Then he 
climbed on my back, kneeling between my legs, and began to press his 
cock into my anus.  He entered me slowly, mindful that his saliva was 
a poor substitute for a real lubricant.  Still, he'd managed to lick 
me well, and his small, hard boycock slid in easily. 
 
I could see Ramon smiling out of the corner of my eye as his hips 
began to move again, his fat cock filling my wet snatch as his sons 
filled my other holes.  Sandwiched between Ramon and Paco, I could 
hardly move, but I rocked my hips as best as I could, feeling their 
two cocks pushing in and out of my tight holes while Del fucked my 
face and squeezed my titties. 
 
I felt like such a little slut, the family pleasure toy, taking three 
cocks at once.  The feeling of two cocks pressing against each other 
inside me was indescribably delicious, and Del's twitching cock in my 
mouth added to the feeling.  I pressed down with my hips, trying to 
bring my clit in contact with the top of Ramon's fat tool, wanting to 
feel that lovely friction as his shaft pistoned in and out of my 
pussy.  He held my hips tighter, thrusting faster under me, pushing me 
towards the inevitable climax.  When I came, I came hard, squirming 
between Ramon and Paco, dropping Del's cock from my lips so I wouldn't 
hurt him.  Del smiled and stroked his shiny cock, delighted to watch 
my orgasm. 
 
I shuddered as the two cocks sawed in and out of me, clamping down on 
them as I climaxed.  I felt Paco speed up his thrusts, his cock 
twitching and spasming in my ass as he came.  As Ramon kept a steady 
pace, Paco pulled out of me, kissing my bottom as he climbed off of 
bed.  I felt empty back there, but not for long, as Del moved around 
behind me, placing his cockhead against my ass.  Paco had loosened me 
up, his semen lubricating me, and Del's cock slipped inside me easily, 
filling me in a way the Paco couldn't, at least until he'd grown a 
bit. 
 
"Sexy little girl," Ramon said.  Now that Del was in my bottom instead 
of my mouth, I could kiss Ramon while he fucked me, my blonde hair 
spilling over his head and shoulders.  He kept his tight grip on my 
hips while Del held my waist, their hips rocking as they fucked my ass 
and pussy. 
 
"Oh, Papi," I moaned.  "Fill me with your cum, Papi." 
 
Paco returned from the bathroom, a washcloth in hand, having cleaned 
off his messy cock.  He climbed back into bed, sitting next to me and 
playing with my little breasts as he watched his father and brother 
fucking me.  His hands fondled me gently instead of kneading my tits 
like Del had, his fingers flicking my stiff nipples and sending chills 
through my body.  I felt another climax rising, ripples of pleasure 
radiating from the two cocks inside me, spreading outward and making 
me tremble between the two strong bodies that held me.  As I began to 
come for a second time, I collapsed against Ramon's broad chest, 
rocking my hips and clenching my ass and pussy around the two 
pistoning poles that impaled me. 
 
As if by silent agreement, Del came first, his cock seemingly growing 
bigger and harder before he erupted in my ass.  His thrusting slowed 
and he leaned over to kiss me between the shoulder blades before 
pulling out of me.  I felt a warm stream of semen dripping out of my 
ass, running down my slit and coating Ramon's pistoning shaft.  Now 
that only Ramon was left inside me, he began to pump me faster, like a 
racehorse galloping down the home stretch. 
 
"Come for me, Papi," I whispered.  He kissed me and lifted his hips 
off the bed, driving himself deep inside of me, his cock spasming in 
my tight cunny as he came, hot spurts of semen filling my pussy and 
leaking out around his thick shaft.  I squeezed him with my vaginal 
muscles, milking the last drops of sperm from his penis, sighing 
contentedly as I rested my head on his chest.  He kissed me and 
caressed my back. 
 
We lay together for a while, Del and Paco snuggled next to us, until 
Ramon's cock softened and slipped out of me.  Paco handed me the 
washcloth, and I gently cleaned Ramon's flaccid penis before blotting 
the river of cum that flowed from between my legs.  I snuggled up 
between Del and Ramon, and with Paco curled between my legs, his head 
resting on my belly, I fell asleep. 
 
  
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