Little Girl Lover
by Warren Sharp


FOREWORD 

Aggie could be a good little girl when the time was right for being a good 
little girl, but there were other times, and many of them, when she just 
didn't fucking feel like being good. In her short life, thirteen years, she 
had already come to realize that what she enjoyed most was being "bad." 

In the playground being bad was swinging high on the swings, all the time, 
finger fucking herself as she sailed back and forth or being down on her 
knees, relishing the taste of the little bag meat as it slid in and out of 
her precocious mouth. 

Aggie was not alone in her knowledge and needs. What she didn't already was 
realizing taught to her by Jim, Ellen, and Phil. And Aggie was a more than 
eager student. Her lessons included cunt-lapping, ass fucking, tit chewing 
and cock sucking. Aggie was a natural and together or in any combination of 
two and three they gave a whole new look of "teenage gangs." 

Then there was Carol, Jim's older sister. When she found out that little 
brother was no longer a baby she was not only relieved, you could say she 
felt a great satisfaction! But keeping it in the family wasn't enough for 
Carol. She had plenty to give and wanted to make sure everyone got a taste. 
Suddenly Jim's little friends weren't just kids anymore. With Carol's plans 
they would all be getting into the act quickly and expertly. And no one 
would complain about the lessons they were learning! 


CHAPTER ONE 

Aggie sucked her thumb. If her mother knew how Aggie had replaced that 
habit, she not only would have welcomed the thumb sucking, but she probably 
would have had a heart attack too. 

Aggie was thirteen years old now, and a long way past the thumb sucking 
stage. When she entered junior high she came into contact with older boys 
and girls who themselves had gained experience since they had left the 
protected environment of the lower grades. She learned that there were other 
stages, many other stages to be explored, since she had always been a 
curious child. Naturally, being in a new place, and meeting new kids, she 
gravitated toward the seeming security of females of her own age. It wasn't 
that she wasn't interested in boys, because she definitely was, but it was 
just sort of a feeling out period. 

The trouble was, the girls of her own age were also going through their own 
feeling out period, and all they served to do was to introduce her step by 
step to the world of the senior students. Into the world of the 
upper-graders who must have been all of fourteen or fifteen years old. When 
these old timers found a new and eagerly curious girl in their midst, and 
not a bad looking girl at that, they became eager to satisfy her curiosity, 
especially the boys. But, it was the girls that actually introduced her into 
her new world. 

It was only a month since Aggie had entered the new school for the first 
time. It was the fall term, the weather was beautiful, and her parents 
couldn't understand why Aggie was no longer interested in the weekends. 
Previously, it seemed that she couldn't wait for the school week to be over 
so that she could enjoy a free Saturday and Sunday, but now it appeared that 
she was just anxious to get the weekend over with so that she could get back 
to school. To her parents, it was a very encouraging sign. From the way she 
couldn't wait to get to school each morning, they figured that maybe finally 
she had found something to her liking and was about to settle down to some 
serious business. 

Actually, school was a bore. It was the time before school, during lunch 
hour, and after school that Aggie was most interested in. And not only 
Aggie, but one or two of her closest girlfriends as well, not to mention 
several boys. Even if her mother had failed to teach her that it was not 
right for a growing girl to suck her thumb, Aggie's girlfriends would have 
eventually teach her that there were more interesting things to suck on. 

* * * 

It was Monday morning, and as was usual on every weekday morning, Aggie was 
awake early. Even before her parents were awake. Her father left for work 
just about the same time as she left for school, and before Aggie had 
started to go to this new school, it had always been her mother's job to get 
up first and get breakfast ready and wake them both up. But now she was able 
to sleep for a few extra minutes, because Aggie was always up first, and her 
growing daughter had learned how to prepare things. She was grateful for 
that, of course, but she wouldn't have been if she had known the reason 
behind Aggie's sudden surge of family responsibility. 

Nobody heard Aggie get up and go downstairs. It was a good hour before her 
folks had to get up, and she made sure that she was nice and quiet so that 
they wouldn't wake up too early. She would start the breakfast alright, but 
that was only a subterfuge, and she really didn't like doing it, but it did 
explain more or less satisfactorily her reason for being downstairs. She 
knew that they were happy about her eagerness to get started on a school 
day, and she knew that they were happy in their thoughts that she was 
finally beginning to grow up and take on a few responsibilities, such as 
starting breakfast. 

So let them be happy. It was easy enough to get the makings of breakfast 
ready so that when they came down everything would be waiting. The first 
thing she did was to put the kettle on to boil so that the water would be 
hot for coffee. Then it was just a matter of getting everything out and in 
the right place so that her mother wouldn't have to come down sleepy-eyed 
and dig things out of the refrigerator and cupboards and so forth. Aggie had 
the frying pan on the stove, and already warm, and the eggs sitting on the 
table and the bacon already separated into strips and ready for the pan and 
the plates and milk and coffee cups and bread ready for the toaster so that 
all her mother had to do was prepare it for the table. 

And this whole thing took Aggie less than ten minutes, and gave her plenty 
of time to prepare herself for the day. When she finished her chores in the 
kitchen she walked out into the living room and only paused for a minute at 
the bottom of the stairs to listen for any sounds of stirring in the rooms 
above. Usually there was none, as even if one of them did awaken early, they 
wouldn't bother to get up as they cherished those last few minutes in bed, 
and also knew that their daughter would let them know when the time came. 
And this morning was no exception. Everything was quiet. 

Aggie was still in her pajamas as she walked over to the door of the living 
room closet and opened it slowly and silently. The door opened toward the 
stairs, and she knew that if she opened it all the way so that the door was 
against the wall, anyone looking down the stairs could see her. But if she 
only opened it half way, so that the door was just sticking straight out 
into the room, nobody would see a thing, and all they would think was that 
she was looking for something in the closet. 

But there was nothing in the closet, that she was interested in, it was the 
big mirror on the inside of the door. It was the full length kind that 
people check themselves in when they get their coat out of the closet to 
make sure they look alright before they leave the house. But Aggie wasn't 
getting her coat, or even getting ready to leave the house. She was just 
going through her morning routine of getting a good look at Aggie, and 
getting Aggie prepared for the day ahead. 

As any kid will, and especially a growing girl who is beginning to discover 
herself and learning to compare her rate of development with that of her 
peers, Aggie had turned into a mirror buff. She was able to evaluate her 
features, her complexion and her hair in the ' mirror in the bathroom, but 
that stupid little mirror over the sink only seemed to be designed so that 
her father could stare into it rather blearily in the morning as he 
attempted to scrape off the overnight growth of whiskers that he scratched 
her face with as he kissed her goodnight. Or for her mother as she pursed 
her lips and seemed to be kissing her image as she applied her lipstick. 
That was not enough for Aggie. 

Aggie wanted to see all of Aggie, and not with her clothes on so that she 
would know if she looked all right when she went out. And since it was 
impossible for her to evaluate herself, or to do anything else that she knew 
would be unacceptable to her parents while they were sitting right there in 
the room watching television or entertaining company, it had to be done very 
early in the morning. And now it was very early in the morning, and she had 
time. 

The image that she faced in the mirror wasn't exactly pleasing, but she knew 
that it would improve. Right now, she was facing a sort of scraggly little 
girl. A girl who had just got out of bed, and her hair was mussed and her 
face was still a bit puffy from sleep, and her pajamas were baggy and 
wrinkled and even looked funny to her. She thought absently that 

Not long before, she thought absently that she looked like one of those 
clowns that swaggered down fifth avenue in one of the kiddy's day parades. 
But she knew that beneath it all, she wasn't like that. All it took to prove 
it was to step out of those baggy pajamas. 

She kept one ear cocked for sounds of movement upstairs, but it was a sort 
of reflex. She would have heard, even if unconsciously, the slightest 
stirring from the direction of her parents room, but the main part of her 
mind was concentrated on the image that appeared in the glass before her as 
she quickly removed the tops of her pajamas and then started to push the 
elastic topped pants down her legs. She could manage to get completely 
undressed without taking her eyes off the mirror and she relished the entire 
procedure. She was sort of disappointed in herself, but she was still in 
love with herself. 

She was disappointed because here she was thirteen years old, and she didn't 
seem to measure up to the other girls in her school who were the same age. 
She was small, under five feet tall, and very slim, and it made her look 
more like she was about ten years old. But an examination of her body 
revealed that she was much older than she looked, and with her clothes off, 
she might have appeared to be somewhat older than she really was. 

Her pajamas lay on the floor beside her feet as she placed her hand on each 
side of her neck and brushed the loose hair backwards from her face and 
neck. The very movement seemed to be sexy in itself, as when she threw her 
hands back around the back of her head, her hips and whole body moved 
forward, even though only a little way, it seemed as though she was making 
overtures to the glass-enclosed girl in front of her. And that would be far 
from anything new, as it had become almost a habit for her to make love to 
the girl in the mirror. 

Of course she wasn't actually making love to the girl that was staring back 
at her, but it was almost the same thing. She could watch the girl as her 
hands left her neck and the hair floated back down until it just about 
covered her shoulders, and then watch as the hands crossed in front of the 
body and grasped each opposite shoulder, and then slid down the arms until 
they reached the elbows. It was a self-caressing, self fulfilling movement 
that was deliberately designed to prepare the body for the really fulfilling 
action that was about to come. 

When she had caressed her upper arms and recognized the tingly feeling in 
her body that told her that she must either go on or stop right now, she 
paused once more to listen for any signs of activity from upstairs. Hearing 
none, she knew it was safe to continue, and she opened her crossed arms 
slightly and removed them from where they had been resting momentarily near 
her elbows and placed one hand on each breast. Left hand on right breast, 
and right hand on left breast. She was still cuddling herself. And who could 
blame her? 

Maybe she was about four foot eleven. And maybe all the other girls were 
taller than her. But so what? In that four foot eleven she had more meat 
packed than a couple of the other girls combined. In spite of her slight 
stature, she had a pair of tits that would rival those of her closest friend 
who was a girl about three inches taller than her. And also in spite of her 
slimness she had a pair of hips that would put many a grown woman to shame. 
She didn't know it right now, but the width of those hips were meant for one 
thing and one thing only: to accommodate the male body that would fit 
between them. That would come later. Right now, she was starting from the 
top down, and she was looking at her mouth. 

Oh, she knew what the boys wanted alright, and she also knew that right now 
she wasn't able to supply it. Her girl friends had clued her in about the 
whole thing, and she knew even before that the opening between her legs was 
what the boys were the most interested in. But she had played with herself 
enough to know that if even her finger wouldn't fit into the hole, there was 
no chance at all for the boys to have their way. Not that she would have 
minded, but she was just too much afraid of it. But as she looked in the 
mirror and studied the broad mouth that seemed to open her face from ear to 
ear when she laughed or smiled, she became anxious to get to school, because 
she knew she had at least some kind of an asset. She may not be able to use 
her pussy to take care of the boys, but she did have something to trade for 
their attentions. She had a girlfriend named Ellen who had taught her the 
ropes, and she was anxious to meet Ellen on the way to school. They both 
left early, because Ellen still had some more ropes to show to her. 

But right now, it was too early to leave for school, or even for the 
preliminaries before school, so she just continued to examine the girl in 
the mirror and get her ready for the day ahead. Her real frustration was her 
lack of actual pussy contact, so it was almost imperative that she relieve 
herself before she went out to face the greedy (and loveable) boys who would 
be waiting for her with their tongues hanging out. Only it wasn't the 
tongues that she would be taking care of. It would be the more enjoyable 
meat that would be hanging out of their pants. 

She brushed back the brownish-blonde hair again as she tossed her head back 
in a sort of arrogant style as she kept her eyes on the face in the mirror. 
It may have been early in the morning, and she had just gotten up, but the 
eyes were still clear and blue and after a little cold water was thrown in 
them, they would be wide, very large and provocatively intriguing. She was 
well aware of her charms. The body was certainly alright, but the only thing 
that didn't satisfy her was the size of it. She felt like a big girl, but 
she looked like a little girl, especially when she had her clothes on. Many 
people took her for about a ten year old girl, but they wouldn't have if 
they saw her naked as she now was in front of the mirror. The titties that 
she was just letting go of as she slid her hands down her body would have 
made many a bigger girl proud. They were a firm, young pair, that proudly 
proclaimed their presence of showing off their ultimate charms by displaying 
a pair of solid nipples that made an unmistakable impression in the material 
of any dress, sweater or blouse that she wore. Of course the display of both 
nipple and breast was intentional. Although she had clothes that fit her 
perfectly, she preferred to wear them only on occasions when her parents 
were entertaining people who might be offended by the sight of a little girl 
displaying her charms. 

She could be a good little girl when the time was right for being a good 
little girl, but there were other times, and many of them recently when she 
did not want to be a good little girl, and that's when she wore the clothes 
that she had worn when she was only about ten years old. They were tight. 
They were so tight that the boys that she was interested in took an interest 
in her. And those were the clothes that she was going to wear today. She 
would have to put a coat or something on over them, because if her parents 
ever saw what she was wearing out of the house, they would have shit fits. 
Not because they had any idea of why she was wearing them, but because they 
didn't know her as well as they thought they did, and they naturally wanted 
to protect their sweet little girl from any harm. But then again, how were 
the parents to know that the little girl not only knew all about it, but was 
actually going out looking for harm. Not really the kind of harm that hurts, 
but the kind that parents spend so much time warning their daughters 
against. 

She stood for just a minute with her hands on her hips, and her hips thrust 
provocatively forward as she examined the small mound between her legs in 
the mirror. The hair covering was so sparse and so light that it appeared to 
be almost naked, and the meaty crack that ran down and disappeared between 
her thighs showed prominently. She stared at the little piece of flesh that 
protruded from the wider part near the top of the crack, and the more she 
stared, the more it protruded. But enough of this. It was time to get down 
to business before time ran out on her. She had made herself good and hot, 
and it wouldn't do to be walking around rubbing her thighs together in front 
of her parents. 

She squatted down a little further so that her knees were pointing out and 
the position opened her crack just enough so that her clit was free of it's 
confining walls, and as she stood in such a way that it might have looked as 
if she were getting ready to sit down, she placed her left hand behind her 
on the cheek of her ass, and with the fingers of the other hand she plucked 
the hardening clit from it's hiding place. Now was the time when she had to 
exercise real control over herself. Although she still wasn't able to really 
come yet, she was able to impact such a thrill to herself that her breathing 
became heavy, and if she didn't watch it, she just might allow a couple of 
passionate moans to escape from her throat. 

However, she was well versed in the procedure by now, and she managed to 
satisfy herself in a quiet but thoroughly relieving manner, and by the time 
she heard the tell-tale sounds of her parents stirring on the floor above, 
she was back into her pajamas and out in the kitchen, reheating the water 
and making sure that everything was ready. Above all, she was now ready. She 
went up to tell them it was time to get up, and as she walked into her own 
room to get dressed, a big smile appeared across her face, and she looked 
into her dresser mirror and stretched the smile into an open-mouthed grin. 
She was ready for the day. 

She took the clothes that she was planning to wear out of the closet and 
laid them on her bed, and as she looked at them, she figured that she had 
better change her morning schedule a little. It wouldn't do to go down to 
breakfast wearing that tight sweater, and she would have no excuse to be 
wearing a coat at the table. She decided to get washed up first and go down 
in her pajamas. There wouldn't be anything too unusual about that, as her 
folks knew that she had plenty of time to get ready for school. And 
everything was just fine, and not long after breakfast, her parents were 
happy to see her skipping out the door and down the street in a light, happy 
mood. They knew that she was pretty early for school, but she had previously 
told them that she liked to get there early to help the teacher set things 
up. It made them feel good to find that their little girl was finally taking 
a real interest in school. 

* * * 

She was right on schedule, and found Ellen waiting for her on the corner a 
few blocks from home. Ellen looked bright and eager on this lovely Monday 
morning too, and as they bumped knowingly and intimately into each other 
before starting on their way, Aggie was sure that this was going to be one 
of the better days. It was only a couple of more blocks to the school, and 
it wouldn't take them long to get there, but there was a little detour that 
had to be taken care of first. 

Up one of the side streets was a little playground, but it wasn't the 
playground itself that they were headed for, but a wooded area that was 
right behind it. If everything went according to plan, they would find at 
least one, or maybe even two playmates waiting for them there. It was a 
regular routine by now, and it would take something bordering on a 
catastrophe to keep any of the participants away from this meeting. And as 
Aggie and Ellen approached the playground area, they could see that no such 
catastrophe had occurred over the weekend. 

There were two boys standing near the entrance to the playground, and as 
soon as they saw the two girls approaching, they turned and headed toward 
the woods. Everyone knew where they would find each other, and they knew 
that it wouldn't look good if anyone saw them all entering the woods 
together. It was dangerous enough as it was, but as this hour of the 
morning, they were counting on there not being too many people about. In 
face, most of the houses around there still had the shades drawn. They knew 
that they were taking a chance, but the rewards that waited for . .them made 
it well worth while taking that chance. 

Jim and Phil had been friends of Ellen for a long time before they even knew 
that Aggie existed, and once Aggie came into the picture, they couldn't wait 
to meet her. But they had to wait for a little while, because although Ellen 
had quickly become fast friends with Aggie, she didn't know what Aggie's 
feelings about sex were and she had to have time to sort to feel her out. It 
didn't take too long, even though it seemed long to the anxious boys. Ellen 
merely had a few girl to girl talks with Aggie, and deftly introduced her 
own experiences into the conversations, and the way that Aggie had perked up 
whenever the discussion turned to sex gave her the confidence to go ahead. 

Up until that time, which was only a few weeks ago, Aggie's only experience 
with sex was playing with herself as she read the accounts of the numerous 
possible acts that could take place between the male and female in the few 
dirty books that she could manage to get hold of. She dreamt of performing 
them herself, but she had no idea of how to go about getting started until 
she met Ellen. It wasn't long after that her dreams had turned into 
realities. Not completely as she was still fearful of having her pussy 
invaded, but she found that as long as she could satisfy a boy in other 
ways, he would be happy to satisfy her pussy with just his fingers. As long 
as his dick was taken care of, he was alright. 

Ellen had started the actual boy-girl stuff quite a while before Aggie had, 
and Ellen was able to use her pussy quite comfortably by now, but she knew 
how Aggie felt when she told her that she wouldn't mind having some fun, but 
that she was a virgin and was afraid to go all the way. The more experienced 
Ellen came up with a ready answer to her problems as she looked at the big, 
luscious mouth that had been doing the talking. She was well aware that just 
the sight of that mouth, especially when it was open in a smile or laughter 
or even just talking was enough to give just about any boy a hard-on. 

She was an expert in the use of her mouth herself, and she had no 
compunctions about clueing Aggie in on her potentials. And Aggie knew that 
was part of the game from all the sex stories that she had read, and the 
longer Ellen talked, the hotter her little pussy got and she made up her 
mind that she was willing to try anything. And now as they approached the 
boys in a small clearing amongst the trees, Aggie was well acquainted with 
her job and was ready and raring to go. In a couple of short weeks, she had 
become even more expert with her mouth than Ellen was. Most-likely it was 
because she was reluctant to use her cunt as Ellen did, but the boys were 
not complaining. 

Jim and Phil were both fourteen, and about the only difference between them 
was that Phil was slightly smaller. They were both a sort of dirty blond 
with only slightly long hair, and they were good-looking with still quite a 
bit of the youthful fat on them which gave them a kind of handsomely chubby 
appearance. Outside of the slight discrepancy in their sizes, they looked 
very much a-like, and might almost have been taken for brothers. But 
actually, the only thing they had in common was their liking for girls. 
Especially for Ellen and Aggie. 

Although both boys had now grown accustomed to using both girls, there 
seemed to be a natural tendency to pair off, and with hardly a word being 
spoken, Ellen and Phil sort of faded off to one side of the clearing, while 
Aggie and Jim went to the other side. In a situation such as this, where 
there was not too much time to waste, this type of pairing off seemed to be 
a mutual agreement. But it was not entirely without it's reasons. 

It seemed that although they were the same age, and only slightly different 
in size, Jim's cock appeared to be enormous in comparison with Phil's. Phil 
had a good healthy piece of meat, but to a couple of girls who weren't quite 
as grown up as they thought they were, Jim's dick was a bit out of their 
class. However, he managed to get plenty of use out of it, but mostly only 
with Aggie. He had fucked Ellen, but neither one of them seemed to get too 
much enjoyment out of it, for Ellen was not really that big. She could get 
far more enjoyment out of Phil's slightly smaller dick. 

But the size of Jim's cock only served to intrigue Aggie more. Her mouth was 
big enough so that it would fit snuggly between her lips, and she had 
rapidly learned that her throat could accommodate it's mass also. It was a 
little uncomfortable at first, but she quickly learned how to compensate for 
the inconvenience that a large hunk of meat in her throat caused. She was 
not entirely unprepared for it the first time she actually did it, because 
Ellen was a pretty good instructor. 

Ellen didn't mind taking it in her mouth, and as a matter-of-fact she rather 
enjoyed it. The trouble was, she liked to just take the big smooth head in 
her mouth and suck on it, but after a little bit of this, the boy wasn't 
satisfied. He wanted to shove the whole thing in right up to the balls. She 
wouldn't have minded it herself, but she could never get used to it. It made 
her choke and gag, and even if it did make the boy happy, she just couldn't 
take it that way. And she explained all this to Aggie before they even 
started breaking Aggie in on real boys, and she suggested that Aggie 
practice with a warm frankfurter. 

Aggie was informed that the frankfurter should be warm because the boy's 
dick would probably be even much hotter as it approached her mouth. And one 
day when Aggie visited Ellen at her house, Ellen even offered to help her. 
No one was home except them, so Ellen had taken a hot dog from the 
refrigerator and placed it for just a few minutes in a pan over the top of a 
pot of boiling water. When it was just warm enough, and still sufficiently 
hard, she had Aggie lay down on the couch with her head hanging over the 
edge and her mouth wide open, she proceeded to insert the frankfurter. 

It amazed her at the way that it slid so effortlessly into the large mouth 
and smoothly into Aggie's throat. Ellen knew right then that Aggie was a 
natural. After she had pushed the whole length of the hot dog in and out of 
Aggie's throat a few times, and found that there were little or no signs of 
gagging or choking, she naturally figured that the next step would be to try 
it with the real thing. And that wouldn't be hard to arrange, because there 
were already two boys who were pantingly eager to volunteer their services. 

And now that Aggie had become pretty much of an expert at this sort of 
thing, it seemed sort of second nature for her to be down on her knees in 
front of Jim and waiting rather impatiently as he unzipped his fly and dug 
around inside of his pants as he tried to get the already hard meat out 
without catching it on his zipper in his hurried efforts to feed the hungry 
mouth before him. And Aggie no longer had to lay with her head back in order 
to hold her throat open enough to accept the long cock, she merely placed 
the end of it in her mouth and moved her head forward slowly and relished 
the sexy feel of the warm fat meat sliding into her throat. 

Once it was all the way in, she started to slowly move her head back and 
forth and on each out-stroke she took a deep breath. She had done this often 
enough by now to be able to tell when the end was near, and prepare herself 
for it. The first few times, even though Ellen had previously warned her 
what to expect, the ejaculation had caught her by surprise and she almost 
choked on it. But now she was able to tell by the swelling and throbbing of 
the meat in her throat just about when the flood was due to come. She didn't 
mind the taste of it at all, and preferred to get it in her mouth rather 
than down her throat. It not only made for a more sexy act for her, but it 
gave her the added thrill of knowing that she had satisfied the boy. And the 
dick was swelling and throbbing now, and in a way she was glad that it was 
going to be over quickly. 

It was not that she wasn't enjoying herself this morning, but she also had a 
bit of the voyeur in her, and she wanted to watch at least the last part of 
the fucking scene that was taking place only a few feet away. She could just 
see out of the corner of her eye that Ellen and Phil were going at it in a 
new position, and she wanted to get a good look at it. Some day she would be 
fucking too, and it wouldn't hurt to have a little advance knowledge of how 
to go about it. Up till now, she had only seen Ellen stretched out on her 
back with her legs kicking wildly in the air as the boy poured it to her, 
but now she was on her hands and knees on the ground and Phil was giving it 
to her from behind. 

When the cock was swelled so big and hard that it was beginning to feel 
tight in her throat, Aggie pulled her head back a little until she had just 
a little more than the hard throbbing head in her mouth, and sucked for all 
she was worth. She could feel his legs trembling, and could almost picture 
his belly tightening in preparation for the release, and then all of a 
sudden it came. The way her mouth rapidly filled, she knew that he must have 
been saving it up all weekend for her. She swallowed the initial load with 
the cockhead still in her mouth and then just continued sucking until she 
fel the last of the sporadic squirts die away. She remained on her knees in 
front of him and looked over toward the other pair as he wiped his dick off 
with his handkerchief and put it back in his pants. He would be alright now 
until the noon recess. 

When he noticed that she was still on the ground and then saw what was 
holding her attention so avidly, he dropped to his knees beside her and put 
his arm around her and joined her. Ellen's dress was way up over her back 
and her panties were laying on the ground beside her next to her school 
books. Phil was kneeling down behind her so that his knees were just about 
between her spread-out knees and his crotch was pressed up against the lower 
part of her bare ass. His hands were grasping the front of her upper thighs, 
and the way he was jamming himself up against her, it looked like it was all 
over and he was emptying the last of himself into her, but that wasn't the 
case. Not yet. 

Aggie thought she had missed it, and she breathed a little sigh of relief 
when she saw him pull it out and then start to push it back in again. He 
wasn't finished yet, he was just trying to prolong it as long as possible, 
but try as he might, it was obvious from the way his ass was shaking, and 
from the way his movements were becoming jerky that it wasn't going to be 
long now. He started to really ram it home all of a sudden, and he banged 
against Ellen's ass so hard that she almost fell forward on her face in the 
grass, but the hard meat working inside her body was really getting to her 
also, and she managed to stand her ground. She began to rock back and forth 
in rhythm with his thrusts, and both pairs of watching eyes widened as they 
saw him give a final thrust and press himself into her so hard that the 
flesh of her ass and of his hips seemed to turn white. That, they were sure, 
was the end of it. 

Aggie and Jim watched as Ellen and Phil finally stood up, and they saw them 
smile contentedly at each other as they got dressed. They knew well that 
Phil was satisfied, and from the look on Ellen's face, they figured that she 
had just about as much satisfaction as a thirteen year old girl could get 
out of a good fucking. Aggie was the only one who wasn't completely 
satisfied, and it was a good thing that she had played with herself this 
morning, or she would be walking around with the equivalent of a hard-on all 
day. And now that the morning exercise was over, they picked up their books 
and headed for school. It would seem like a long time until noon. 

Poor little thing looks lonely. Give him some company. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Carol, Jim's sister, was sixteen years old. All of two years older than him, 
and although she could understand why her kid brother wasn't allowed to stay 
out past nine thirty in the evening, she couldn't understand why a big girl 
like her was saddled with the same restriction. All the sixteen year old 
boys that she knew were allowed to stay out much later, but about the only 
answer that she could get when she queried her parents about it was that in 
itself was a good enough reason. If the boys wanted to get in trouble, let 
them, but the parents had no intentions of letting them get their daughter 
in trouble. In fact they worried anyway until she was safely in the house 
each night. 

Well, actually, it didn't bother Carol that much, because from the time she 
finished her homework at about six thirty until she had to be in at nine 
thirty, there was ample time to do what she wanted to do. She would have 
enjoyed another hour or so of fun, but she could make do with what she had. 
And she had it down to a pretty good routine. There were six boys in the 
sixteen and seventeen year old range that lived in her neighborhood, and 
every evening two of the boys and Carol would disappear from the block. 

There was nothing suspicious about that, because Carol also had several girl 
friends living close by, and it could be assumed that she was visiting one 
or the other of them. And there was nothing unusual about a couple of the 
boys wandering off somewhere for the evening. So far, nobody had made any 
connection between Carol's disappearance and the fact that two boys dropped 
from sight for a couple of hours. Even though Carl would still be gone the 
following night, the two boys could be seen around, but two other boys would 
be gone. The situation changed every day. 

The only thing the boys weren't too keen about, was that their turn only 
came up every three days, while Carol had her turn every day, but then they 
figured they were lucky to be having a turn at all, since none of the other 
girls around there would give them what they wanted like Carol would. And 
Carol was really something. She never seemed to tire of it. When the evening 
was over, the boys would have to almost drag themselves home, while Carol 
still seemed as fresh as a daisy. Sometimes it would take them a couple of 
days to get back in shape for their next meeting. 

None of them were aware of it, but the place that they had chosen for their 
nightly rendezvous was almost the same spot that Jim and Phil and Aggie and 
Ellen used during the day. It was almost as if Jim's sister and her 
boyfriends were working the second shift. If only those trees could talk. 

And the boys were right when they figured that Carol never seemed to tire of 
it. She was a nymphomaniac if there ever was one, and one boy just didn't 
seem to satisfy her. If she could have figured out a way to comfortably take 
on three at a time, she would have eagerly done it. She didn't give up hope 
though. She knew that there had to be a way to do it, and one of these days 
she would figure it out. Not that she hadn't tried, of course, but it was 
just that she could never get into standing up and having one boy fuck her 
in the ass while the other fucked her in the cunt, with another boy 
meanwhile standing on a box so that she could reach his dick to suck on it. 

That didn't work too well, as the boy that was in front of her fucking her 
cunt was in the way of the boy that she was sucking and he would have to 
duck his head to one side while she ate the dick over his shoulder. The boys 
didn't care for it that way either. She tried laying down on top of one boy 
with his dick in her cunt while another boy put it up her ass from the rear, 
and although it was alright as far as that went, it was still hard to get 
the third dick in her mouth. The boy that she was on top of complained 
because as she sucked the dick right over his face, he would wind up with 
the drippings all over his nose. 

After several abortive attempts at this, they decided to cut down to two at 
a time, and although she would have liked to have kept trying, she had to 
admit that it worked out much better in the long run. So this night, she was 
pleased to see that the boys were already waiting for her as she made her 
way into the deepest part of the woods. Nobody ever came out there, so they 
weren't particularly concerned about getting caught. Of course, there could 
always be a first time, but they didn't let that worry them, and as Carol 
stripped herself naked, the two boys took off their pants, and she was even 
more pleased to see that they were both all ready to go. 

They didn't bother with any preliminaries, as two boys trying to love up the 
same girl only got in each other's way, and besides, Carol wasn't interested 
in the smooching part anyway. She was always ready to get right down to 
business, and that was just fine with the boys. She was a beautiful hunk of 
flesh, and they couldn't wait to get their dicks in her. Once she had 
relieved them of their initial passion, they knew there would be plenty of 
time for leisurely fooling around while her hot body whipped them back into 
shape again. 

The first act had become pretty much of a routine. One of the boys would lay 
down on his back in the grass and she would get down on her elbows and knees 
between his outstretched legs while the other boy kneeled down behind her, 
and as she felt his fingers digging around the lower part of her ass 
searching out her pussy hole, her mouth would open and engulf the hard meat 
that stood at attention before it. In just a matter of seconds, her body 
would be in her glory. As one cock pumped in and out of her burning vagina, 
her head would go up and down in rhythm with it forcing the other cock in 
and out of her throat. 

* * * 

Although they had no idea in the world about the way that Carol was carrying 
on outside the house, her brother Jim and her mother and father were more or 
less indirectly the cause of her present nymphomania. Up until about two 
years ago, Carol had little or no interest in sex. She hung around mostly 
with her girl friends, and they as well as she had been brought up under 
rather tight control. They had little or no exposure to sex. Of course there 
were the little giggles now and then over some little private joke that they 
thought was naughty, but they made no attempts to do any experimenting. 

They liked boys alright, but not in a sexual way. To them, boys were only 
girls that wore pants instead of dresses, and they gave little if any 
thought as to what was inside the pants. Then one day, when she was about 
fourteen and her brother was about twelve, she accidentally came upon him 
performing an act on himself that not only surprised her, but intrigued her 
no end. He was in the basement sitting on an old settee, and evidently 
thought that there was no one else in the house. But Carol had come in 
unheard and wanted to get something out of the basement. The basement door 
was in the kitchen, and a short flight of steps led from it down into the 
basement itself. As she opened the door, she looked down over the rail. 
There below her was a sight that she would never forget. 

Her brother was sitting almost on the edge of the seat and leaning way back 
against the back of it with his legs stretched out almost full length so 
that only his heels were on the floor. His pants and underpants were pushed 
down around his ankles, and his shirt was pulled up around his chest, and in 
one hand he was holding what she knew that boys had, and had heard about but 
had never seen. It was a long, round piece of meat with an even rounder, 
redder top on it. The other hand was down between his legs as if he was 
holding something right under the meat stick. 

She was looking down at him from the top, and the way he was sitting, it was 
almost as if he was laying out flat. She could only see the top of his head 
as his eyes were apparently glued on the action that was taking place 
between his legs, and he had no idea that he had an audience. She watched 
fascinated as his hand moved up and down like a piston, and the shiny red 
head popped in and out of his fist faster and faster with each stroke. In 
just a couple of minutes, he seemed to hunch over his fist until the top of 
his head almost cut it off from her view, and then all of a sudden he stood 
up and gave a couple more fast jerks and she saw a stream of white liquid 
pour out of it and land on the floor a couple of feet away from him. The 
first long stream lasted only a second, but as he kept pulling on it, 
several shorter bursts shot out of it leaving a trail of wet spots on the 
floor where it had first landed all the way back to his feet. 

She had become so fascinated that she had to rouse herself back to reality 
in order to close the door and get away before he spied her. She tiptoed up 
to her room and listened breathlessly from behind her door to see what he 
would do next. She was hoping that he would go out, because she wanted to go 
down and take a look at the stuff he had spilled on the floor. She was just 
hoping that he wouldn't wipe it up. And in only a couple of minutes she had 
her wish. She heard the front door open and close, she ran to the front 
window upstairs and looked out to make sure that it was him leaving and not 
somebody else coming in. When she saw him walking down the street, she made 
her dash for the basement. 

Sure enough, there on the shiny linoleum was the stream of even shinier 
spots that she had watched him pump out of his body. Some of the smaller 
ones were already dried, but the biggest spot, where the major stream had 
first splashed down was still wet and looked like drops of sort of weak milk 
had been spilled there. She got down on her hand and knees and ran her 
finger through it and lifted it to her nose to smell it. There was no odor 
that she could detect, so she put her finger down on the floor again and 
rubbed it through the biggest spots gathering all she could on it, then 
brought it back up again to her mouth and tentatively licked it with her 
tongue. There wasn't much of a taste of it, except that it seemed a bit 
oily, so she put her finger in her mouth and closed her lips around it and 
drew it out. It wasn't bad at all. She scraped up all the rest of it that 
she could and put that in her mouth also, then ran back up the stairs and up 
to her room and shut the door behind her. 

The whole little adventure was beginning to catch up to her, and she needed 
to do something about it. Only he made sure that no one was going to see 
her. She locked the door and hung a cloth over the knob to even cover the 
keyhole, then she reached quickly up under her dress and pulled her panties 
down and slipped them off over her feet. This was nothing new to her. Even 
though she had never been that much interested in sex, she was interested in 
her own body and had found the means of getting some enjoyment out of it. As 
she grew older she found that she was getting even more enjoyment out of it, 
but even as she played with her pussy, she really had no sexy thoughts in 
her mind. She was simply giving her feelings a little treat. 

But this time it was different. She had something to think about this time, 
and the more she thought about it, the more eager she was to get at herself. 
She laid back on the bed and pulled her knees up and spread her legs as wide 
as she could and dug her fingers directly into the already wet pussy. She 
had tried to put her finger into the little hole before, but it had hurt her 
so much that she had abandoned the idea and concentrated on the little piece 
of meat that stood out from the top of her crack. It was what gave her the 
most pleasure anyway, especially when she pulled the skin back and rubbed 
her wet finger gently over the hard little knob. 

But this time, that seemed to be a little too tame for her, and she wanted 
more. Oh, she knew what that little hole was for alright. She was not that 
ignorant about sex, and she knew that what the boys possessed was designed 
specifically to go into that hole, but she had never seen what the boys 
possessed before, and it didn't make too much of an impression on her. 
However, now she had not only seen it, and seen the baby-making juice come 
out of it, but she had also tasted that juice, and she ran her tongue over 
her lips again trying to recall the taste as she placed the tip of her 
middle finger against the opening of her vagina and started to press it 
slowly in. Hurt or not, the heat in her belly made her determined to make at 
least some headway this time. 

Although she did better than she had ever done before, and managed to get 
just about half of her finger in, she was still obliged to finally give it 
up as a bad job. The pain was beginning to dissipate the wonderful sensation 
in her groin, and she didn't want that to happen as she still retained the 
picture of the big spitting cock in her mind. She removed her finger and 
returned her attention to her clit, and as she worked the loose skin back 
and forth the picture of her brother jerking off became even more vivid and 
she was imagining that her clitoris was a miniature cock and she was jerking 
herself off. 

She managed to satisfactorily remove the urgency from her belly, and as she 
laid back across the bed and relaxed and caught her breath, she knew that 
this was not going to be the end of it. She was definitely interested now, 
and whether he knew it or not, her brother was going to have to shadow 
following him around. She would move about the house as light as a feather 
and as sneaky as an eel, and her eyes would be alert for anything to be seen 
and her ears would be keen for anything interesting that they might pick up. 
With another juicy little tidbit like that on her mind, she might even get 
her finger all the way in next time. 

And for the next few days her feet were like soft velvet walking on clouds 
as she moved about the house, and her eyes were clear and wide and her ears 
were sharp and her persistence finally paid off. Only this time, it wasn't 
her brother who fell victim to her sneakiness, it was her mother and father. 
And it was even better than the last time. It happened almost by accident, 
but when it did happen, she wondered why she hadn't thought of it before. 
They would be the most-likely ones to give her a lesson in sex, wouldn't 
they? After all, they didn't just suddenly stop having anything to do with 
each other after they had produced a couple of kids. Most-likely they were 
doing something every night. They did sleep together. She had stumbled onto 
a goldmine. 

It was almost midnight, and as she lay el in bed half asleep, she couldn't 
hear a sound in the house. She had been asleep herself, but her bladder had 
woke her up insisting that she empty it. Finding that it would give her no 
peace if she tried to ignore it, she reluctantly got out of bed and made her 
way down the hall past her brother's room and her parent's room and into the 
bathroom. Even if she hadn't gotten used to deliberately walking around 
silently, she would have done it at that time of the night anyway. She 
didn't even flush the toilet when she was finished pissing for fear of 
waking someone up. 

She was tiptoeing slowly and quietly back to her room, and as she was 
passing the closed door of her parents' room, her keen ears picked up an 
unfamiliar sound. She told herself that it was just her father or mother 
letting out a little grunt as they turned over in their sleep, and she 
started on her way again when the sound was repeated. She backed up silently 
and put her ear to the door and listened closely. The sound came again, and 
although she now recognized it as a grunt, it was definitely not a sleepy, 
unconscious grunt. 

She stooped down and put her eye to the keyhole, hoping that they hadn't 
taken a page from her book and put something over it. She sighed to herself. 
They hadn't. The big double bed was against the wall on the opposite side of 
the room from the door and she could see it pretty well. The only trouble 
was that the room was a bit too dim to make out details very clearly. The 
only light they had on was the small night light at the head of the bed, but 
once her eye got accustomed to the dimness, she could make out what was 
going on alright. 

Her father was laying on his back and he had his pajamas shirt pulled up and 
the pants pushed down around his knees. Her mother was laying on the other 
side of him with her bottom up near his shoulders and her legs sort of 
curled underneath her and she was leaning across his body. Her head was 
right above his crotch, and from the way it was bobbing up and down, it was 
quite obvious to Carol what she was doing. And the reason for the grunts was 
quite obvious now too. She was sucking him off for all she was worth, and he 
was enjoying the hell out of it. 

She moved her eye around in front of the keyhole and blinked a couple of 
times until she had it focused as best she could, and presently she could 
see her father's big cock as the mouth slid up and down on it. She got a 
pretty good look as the lips approached the top, concealing only the head, 
and she could see that it was at least twice the size of her brother's. And 
then her eye almost popped through the keyhole as she watched her mother's 
lips ride rapidly back down the huge shaft until they touched the hair at 
the base of it. She knew that enormous meat must have gone all the way down 
her throat, and she wondered how she could do it without choking. But she 
figured that the throat must be like the vagina, the more it was used, the 
bigger it would get. She knew that tonight, her vagina was definitely going 
to get bigger. 

After a few more minutes she saw her father arch his back as if he was 
trying to thrust it even deeper into her mother's throat, and even though he 
appeared to be trying to stifle it, he let out the loudest grunt yet. Her 
mother sat up and wiped her mouth off with the back of her hand, and Carol 
figured that she had taken in a whole load of that milky man-juice. She 
wondered how it tasted coming directly from the body. She knew that the 
action was over now, and she better get back to her room before one of them 
came out to go to the bathroom, and as she silently closed her door behind 
her, she vowed that it wouldn't be long before she got a first-hand taste of 
that stuff herself. 

She climbed into bed and reached down under the blankets and pushed her 
pajama pants down and started to work her finger into her hole again. This 
time it slipped in a little easier and she got it almost up to the second 
knuckle before it started hurting too badly, but she was determined that 
tonight she was not going to use her clit, she was going to get that finger 
in all the way if it killed her. And even from two rooms away, her parents 
could hear a little muffled scream. But not hearing anything else, they 
decided that it was just one of the kids having a bad dream, and they rolled 
over and went to sleep. Carol had finally did it. 

Over the next few months, she pulled her same sneak act many times and 
learned quite a bit more about sex. The keyhole became like a television 
screen that showed nothing but dirty movies, and she was truly amazed at the 
many ways that the sex act could be performed, and obviously how much 
pleasure could be derived from each and every way. Her parents were experts 
at it, and they had no idea how well they were instructing their daughter. 
And also, over those months she had kept at her little hole until it was no 
longer so little, and eventually she could get two and then three fingers 
all the way into it without it hurting if she squeezed them together tight 
enough. Soon she felt that she was ready for the real thing. 

And that wasn't too hard to arrange either. She was a pretty girl and she 
knew it, and she was well aware of the way the boys looked at her. 
Especially the boys around her own age right on her block. She had to keep 
making all kinds of excuses every time they invited her to take a walk in 
the woods with them to pick flowers or something. She knew that it wasn't 
the flowers they were after, it was the or something. But now she was ready. 
Not only ready, but also raring, and the next time she received an 
invitation, she would have no excuse not to go. She couldn't wait to see the 
look on the face of the boy that asked her the next time. She was only 
afraid that her eagerness might scare him off. They were so used to being 
rebuffed, that it might come as something of a shock. 

* * * 

But that was over a year and a half ago, and any shock that the boys might 
have had, had worn off a long time ago. Where she had started with only one, 
she had soon graduated to six. For the time being, that was enough for her, 
and she had made it known to them in a very certain manner that if her 
willingness got any further than them, if any of them opened their mouth, 
their pussy ration would be cut off immediately. She had nothing to worry 
about. None of them were about to mess up a deal like this. 

It was a good thing for the boy that she was eating that he came rather 
quickly, as the cock that was massaging her deepest insides was setting her 
guts on fire, and when she did have her orgasm, it would be a toss-up as to 
whether she would open her mouth to yell, or bite down on the meat in her 
mouth. She enjoyed her orgasms so much that she herself could not predict 
what she was going to do. She just let herself go. And the load of come 
hadn't gone down her throat yet as the boy in the rear shoved his hard-on 
into her roughly and emptied himself and triggered the explosion inside of 
her and she opened her mouth and let out a long passionate groan that forced 
the come from her throat and sprayed it back all over the boy's crotch. 

As the two boys stood up and wiped themselves off with their handkerchiefs, 
Carol remained kneeling on the ground, her face buried in her hands down on 
the grass and her ass sticking up in the air, and the boy standing behind 
her could see the proof of completion, a liquidy mixture of his come and her 
come, running out of the crack of her pussy and down the insides of her 
thighs. When he was finished cleaning his dick off, he reached down between 
her legs with the handkerchief and wiped her thighs off and then rubbed the 
cloth over the length of her pussy and when he touched the still tender 
flesh it made her jump and she quickly rose to her feet. 

She looked at the boys and smiled a satisfied smile. Not that she was 
actually satisfied yet, but she was just pleased to see that both dicks 
still appeared to be in working order. They were not exactly rigidly hard, 
but they were hard enough to remain standing out and make themselves known. 
She knew it would take a little more work to get them back to their previous 
rigidity, but she also knew that she was capable of doing it, and was all 
ready to get started. 

She sat down on the cool, soft grass and patted the ground on each side of 
her inviting them to join her, which they eagerly did. This one of her 
favorite positions when they were working themselves up for another round, 
and they knew just what was going to happen and what they were supposed to 
do. One of them put his arm around her shoulder and the other put his arm 
around the lower part of her back. Each of the free hands grabbed hold of a 
tittie and squeezed and fondled it and manipulated the nipple until it stood 
out straight and hard like a miniature cock. Meanwhile, her own hands were 
working busily. She had a pair of balls in each one, and was gently working 
the hard meaty eggs around the slippery inside of the meaty sack. 

She had learned a long time ago, that during this play period, or 
intermission, it was better to bring them back into the mood by fondling 
their balls. She had started off by playing with their cocks, but more often 
than not, she had found herself with a handful of cream and had to start all 
over again. She liked the feel of the balls anyway, and it worked just as 
well in bringing the cocks back up. She paused in her erotic fondling only 
occasionally to test the rigidity of the two rapidly hardening cocks, and 
when she had determined that the shafts were large and tense enough, she 
tested the heads with her fingers. When they were swelled to a shiny 
smoothness, she knew it was time to get started. She didn't want them to be 
too far on their way before they got them into her. 

When she stood up, they stood up with her and waited to see what was coming 
next. They knew just about all of her favorite positions, but they never 
knew what she had in her mind. It didn't make any difference anyway, because 
they knew that no matter what she was thinking of, they were both going to 
get their dicks in her again, and that was all that mattered. When she bent 
over and spread the cheeks of her ass, they immediately got the idea. She 
wanted them to make a sandwich out of her. One boy would stick his cock up 
her asshole, and when it was all the way in she would straighten up and the 
other boy would stand in front of her and stick his cock up her cunt. It was 
one of their favorite positions too, and they fought to see who would get 
that tight little asshole. 

When they were both sufficiently into her and about ready to start, the boy 
in back put his arms around her chest and cupped one breast in each hand and 
squeezed her to him. The one in front placed his hands lower on her hips, 
and as he also squeezed, the pressure from his hands spread the cheeks of 
her ass just enough to give the one in back a little more leeway for action. 
She had her arms around the one in front, and when he felt her exerting 
pressure on him he knew that she was all set and ready to go. 

Both boys pulled it out and rammed it back in at the same time, and the 
motion lifted her up until she was standing on her toes. When they withdrew 
again, she landed back down flat on her feet, and for the next few minutes 
the up and down movements made her look somewhat like she was bouncing on a 
pogo stick. She squealed with delight. Both cocks were so big and hard now, 
and so close together in the holes that were barely a couple of inches 
apart, that inside of her it felt as if they were rubbing together. They 
filled up the entire lower part of her body, and even seemed to be pressing 
right up into her stomach. She closed her eyes and moaned. She was now in a 
delicious world of pure pleasure and passion. 

The hotter the boys got, the harder they dug into her and the inward and 
upward thrusts made her feel as if she was flying miles into the air on a 
cloud made of soft warm flesh. Showers of hot sparks permeated every corner 
of her body and seemed to be exploding in brilliant white flashes behind her 
tight shut eyes. The long, hard meat that penetrated to the depths of her 
bowels made her feel as if she had to shit, and she knew that in just a 
moment the fat sausage that was penetrating her cunt was going to cause her 
to release a flood of come even greater than the one she had just let go. 
The boy in front of her felt her breathing so hard in his ear that it was 
heating up his eardrum, and he twisted his head to one side to avoid the 
piercing scream that he figured was due to come at any time now. 

And he moved just in time. Everything in her body seemed to let go on her at 
the same time. But neither of the boys was finished yet, and as they kept 
plugging away it just prolonged and heightened her orgasm and she kept 
screaming and shrieking and if anybody had been within hearing distance, 
they would be sure that some poor girl was being raped and murdered. She let 
out a final shriek as she felt the two streams of hot liquid pouring into 
her body, and then her own body just suddenly relaxed and she had no control 
over it. 

When the boys pulled their cocks out of her, she just sort of squatted down 
and let nature take it's course. They watched fascinated as she remained in 
a sort of half sitting position with her knees spread apart and she shit and 
pissed at the same time. Her whole insides seemed to be pouring out from 
between her legs as a mixture of shit and come came out of one hole while 
another more liquid mixture of piss and come came out of the other. She was 
not even embarrassed when she regained her senses enough to realize that the 
boys were staring at her. She only felt an immense feeling of relief, and 
she gratefully accepted the two already soaked handkerchiefs that the boys 
handed to her and cleaned herself off as best she could. 

The best part was over now, and they all knew it. Carol had her ultimate 
thrill, and although it wouldn't be long before she would be ready for more, 
the boys would be in no condition for quite awhile. They all got dressed, 
but they weren't ready to leave their little hide-a-way just yet. It was 
still early, and Carol didn't want to go home before the regular time of 
nine thirty. The boys were allowed to stay out even later, so they were in 
no hurry at all. Maybe they were all temporarily fucked out, but that didn't 
mean there was nothing to do. Even with her clothes on, it was fun feeling 
up that pretty female body, and sometimes it was even more fun than when she 
was nude. 

Somehow it seemed even more sexy to be able to reach up under a girl's dress 
and feel her thighs and ass and stick a finger or two up her pussy, or to 
put a hand inside her blouse and play with her titties. And Carol was not 
averse to reaching inside a boy's fly and taking out the meat that was now 
soft and chubby and cuddly and enjoying the feel of it as she gently 
squeezed it in her hand. And at the time like this when most of the heat of 
passion had been drained from all the bodies, she liked to just take the 
little meat in her mouth and sort of dreamily suck it and chew it like it 
was a live pacifier. She only wished that she had a cute little one like 
that to suck on as she went to sleep at night. She was sure she would sleep 
much better. 

They lay around in the grass feeling each other and relishing the idea of 
having this pretty girl sucking on them and fondling and kissing their 
balls, and just about the time that she was beginning to rouse them again, 
their time had run out. It was nine o'clock, and she had to leave there no 
later than nine fifteen in order to get home on time. But she was reluctant 
to leave those two hardening cocks in that condition, and she wondered if 
she would be able to suck both of them off in just fifteen minutes. 
Ordinarily it would be easy enough to do, but the fact that they had just 
shot two loads each might make it a little difficult. Anyway, she decided to 
give it a try, and the boy's faces lit up as she crouched between the legs 
of one of them and went to work on him. 

She worked fast, taking the entire meat into her throat right away, and her 
head bobbed up and down so fat that she didn't have time to take a breath on 
the upstroke. It worked wonders though, and about the third time it entered 
her throat it was so big and hard that it filled her mouth and pipes to 
capacity. In only a couple of minutes she was drawing out the last drops 
that the tired balls could offer up, and as she looked over at the other 
boy, she saw that he was all ready and would need little if any preparation. 

She walked reluctantly in the door at just a couple of minutes before nine 
thirty, and her relieved parents let out a sigh of relief to see that once 
more she had made it home safe and sound. And Carol spoke very few words 
before going up to bed because she was afraid that they might notice the 
droop in her tired lips and question her about it. What they didn't know 
wouldn't hurt them, and besides, she was anxious to go up and clean herself 
off good. The mess between her legs felt uncomfortable as she wasn't able to 
get it really clean with those come-soaked handkerchiefs. And the two 
blow-jobs she had just given had warmed up her insides again, and all she 
wanted to do was quietly finger fuck herself to sleep. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Aggie was also in bed, and she was also finger fucking herself, but not to 
sleep. She was feeling around the little hole that she had been so reluctant 
to use up until now, and was thinking of the sight of Ellen enjoying Phil's 
dick so much. She was beginning to get a little jealous. The only trouble 
was, she was so small, and her pussy hole was so small that she would never 
be able to use it. Maybe she was lucky that her mouth and throat were big 
enough. At least she had something, but that wasn't enough. She wanted to 
see what it felt like to have one of those cocks in the other end of her 
body. 

Just watching Ellen getting her pussy pierced, she could almost feel the 
long meat working inside of her own body. But if she couldn't get her own 
finger in, how was she ever going to get a cock in. Especially one the size 
of Jim's. Maybe if she started off with Phil, he might be able to stretch it 
so that she could take a bigger one. But even Phil's cock was much bigger 
than her finger. She had better concentrate first on getting the finger in. 
Maybe the pinky first and then gradually work up to the bigger middle 
finger. 

She knew where most of her trouble was,, right around he outside edge of her 
hole. If she could get her finger past that, she didn't think the inside 
would bother her so much. She knew that babies came out of that hole, so it 
must be able to stretch something terrific, but before a baby could come 
out, a cock had to go in. And before the cock could go in, that ridiculous 
little membrane had to be stretched enough to allow it entrance. She 
wondered how Ellen had managed to stretch hers, and if it hurt very much 
when she did it. She had never thought to ask her about it, but she made up 
her mind that she would do it tomorrow morning on the way to the meeting in 
the woods. 

The early part of the morning before she left for school went just like 
every other morning. She was up long before her parents and had her little 
self loving session in front of the mirror in the door of the downstairs 
closet, then got the things ready for breakfast and called her parents. She 
decided not to wear her tight clothes this morning as it was too warm to 
wear a coat in order to conceal them, and besides, she didn't need them 
anyway. It wasn't necessary for her to vamp anyone as the boys would already 
be there waiting for her, and they didn't want to see her with clothes on 
anyway. Even if she was only going to suck them off, they still liked to see 
her body. She didn't blame them. She liked to see it too. 

Ellen was standing on the corner waiting for her right on schedule and as 
they walked toward the rendezvous point, Aggie brought up the subject of her 
cherry. Ellen was reluctant at first to tell her exactly how she had lost 
hers, but she did say that it was done all of a sudden, by a big dick, and 
it did hurt like hell for awhile. But she said that once the dick was in her 
and pushing in and out of her cunt, the hurt seemed to fade away at least 
for the time being, and she settled down and enjoyed it. She was later on 
confide to Aggie that it was her own father who had broken her cherry one 
night when her mother was away and he had been drinking. 

When it was all over, he sobered up somewhat and was sorry for what he did, 
but in the end, she was glad that it had happened. She was sore for a couple 
of days, but when the soreness went away she knew that she was now a big 
girl and was ready for anything. At least she thought she was ready for 
anything. She had been hanging around with Jim and Phil for a long time and 
they kept trying to get her to do things, but she was always too afraid. But 
the next time they tried, she was not afraid anymore. 

She had accompanied them to the same place in the woods where they now held 
their regular meetings, and she surprised the hell out of them by turning 
into he aggressor herself. She took her pants off and pulled her dress off 
and laid down on the ground and spread her legs apart and invited them to 
have their fun. And she laughed as she told Aggie that the silly expressions 
on their faces almost tore her apart. In spite of all their big talk, they 
had evidently never even seen a pussy before. She had to tell them what to 
do. 

Phil was the first one to get his nerve up enough to try it, and although 
she thought that she was now big enough to be able to take on these mere 
boys with no trouble, it still hurt the first time he put it in her. After 
he got going it was alright though, but when he was finished and she saw the 
size of the dick that was waiting for it's turn, she began to get a little 
scared. Jim was really hung. Not as big as her father, but if Phil's smaller 
dick had hurt, she had an idea that she was going to have trouble with this 
one. And she did. It went in alright, but it seemed to stretch her beyond 
her capacity, and even though he got his rocks off, she didn't get much 
enjoyment out of it. It was still the same. She would still let him fuck 
her, but it was mostly to please him. She would much rather have Phil. 

Aggie had made up her mind, and she told Ellen about it. Today was Friday. 
By Monday she didn't want to be a cherry anymore. But today was no good, as 
she didn't want to spend the day in school with a busted cherry aching 
between her legs. She wanted Ellen to help her make arrangements with the 
boys to meet them someplace on Saturday. Maybe right there in the woods, or 
maybe someplace else, it didn't matter as long as they were far enough away 
from civilization so that she could yell her head off if she had to. Ellen 
was glad to oblige. She would love to be in on the busting of Aggie's 
cherry. 

And when they met the boys in the clearing, they too were all for it. They 
knew of a perfect place much deeper in the woods, and they made arrangements 
for the girls to meet them right here on Saturday morning and they would 
take them to it. But right now, it was time to get down to the business at 
hand. There was still school to think of today, so they paired off again the 
same as they had gotten used to doing. Ellen went with Phil and Aggie went 
with Jim. 

As far as Aggie was concerned, it was just another routine blow-job. After 
giving two or three a day for five days a week, it just naturally became a 
routine, and it was getting so that she was anxious to get it over with. Not 
that she didn't still thoroughly enjoy it, but she was becoming more 
interested in seeing what Ellen and Phil was doing. She never ceased to be 
amazed at the variety of positions that they could get into, and she was 
becoming more and more anxious to try some of them out herself. So it became 
a part of the routine that as soon as she had drained Jim's load, the two of 
them would sit down and watch the antics of the other pair. Jim would put 
one arm around her and cup her breasts, while the other hand would slide up 
and down her thighs and savor the feel of the smooth, warm flesh, and 
eventually wind up with the fingers running tenderly through her pussy crack 
and plucking at her clit. He couldn't wait until they were able to do what 
the others were doing. 

And right now, as they sat in the grass and fondled each other, they were 
watching as Ellen and Phil fucked. He was stretched out flat on his back in 
the grass and she was laying full length on top of him and her ass was 
pumping away just as if she was a boy and he was a girl. And they could only 
see flashes of the hard cock as she raised her ass in preparation for 
another downward thrust and it was hard to tell who the cock actually 
belonged to. Aggie could stand it no longer so she got up and walked over to 
them and squatted down on the ground at their feet where she could get a 
better, more direct view of the action. 

She leaned down further until her eyes were almost on a direct line with the 
rapidly bobbing ass, and she could finally see exactly what was going on. 
She could clearly see the little round asshole between the widely spread 
cheeks of Ellen's ass, and right below it, the equally widely stretched 
pussy that seemed to be devouring the hard meat. She loved the way the 
glistening shaft slipped so smoothly and easily in and out of Ellen's body, 
and the more she watched, the more she wished it was tomorrow already. 
Especially when she noticed 

Phil's legs begin to shake and his knees begin to jerk up and down and she 
knew that in only a matter of seconds he would deposit his hot load deep in 
Ellen's vagina. 

He gave a sort of final jerk and pushed his ass up off the ground and rammed 
his cock up into Ellen's, descending ass. When Ellen rose again, Aggie could 
see that the cock was still pulsing and when her ass came back down again, 
she could see the white cream squishing out from around the edges of the 
saturated pussy. But Ellen was not through yet, and she was not about to 
give up that meat until she herself was thoroughly satisfied. Apparently 
that was alright by Phil, as he just laid there and took everything that she 
could give him. And it was only another minute before it was Ellen's ass 
turn to start jerking, and she soon looked just like a stiff, wooden puppet 
as she plunged harder and faster, and even from where Aggie was, she could 
hear Ellen's breath coming out in pumping gasps. 

As they got dressed, they discussed what they were going to do tomorrow, and 
they decided not to bother doing any more today. They would all need the 
rest, but especially the boys. It was going to be quite a time, and they 
wanted the boys to build up a good reserve so hat they wouldn't poop out on 
them too soon. They also decided that it would be 

Phil who would have the honor of getting Aggie's cherry, and although Jim 
was a little disappointed, he could understand it alright. He knew from 
testing with his finger that Aggie's hole would be much too small to 
accommodate him, in fact it was even too small for Phil, but at least he 
would have a better chance. 

And besides that, once Phil was able to get his smaller cock into her, it 
would still be almost like getting her cherry when he got into her with his 
bigger cock. But at least he would be a little more surer of being able to 
do it without tearing her apart. And that was when this little hunk of stuff 
would really become his girl. He had already fallen in love with that big, 
eager mouth, and when she had a pussy to match, well, what else could a guy 
want? 

* * * 

It was about two years ago when Jim first discovered that he had become what 
he thought a man. He had been playing with himself every night in bed for as 
long as he could remember, and he always got quite a thrill out of it. He 
didn't know much about sex, except what he had heard the older boys talking 
about on the street or in school, and not knowing much about girls, or even 
how they were made, except for the few tittie pictures he came across in 
some books, it didn't really take up big part of his mind. 

Oh, he was interested in his older sister, Carol alright, and sort of 
half-heartedly tried to sneak a peek at her while she was getting dressed or 
undressed, but he was too timid and too much afraid of getting caught to 
really get anywhere. 

He would lay around on the floor, pretending to read a paper or a book, when 
actually he was hoping that Carol would walk by and he could get a look up 
under her dress. And as a matter-of-fact, he did get plenty of good looks, 
but they didn't mean much. Generally he couldn't see that far up anyway, and 
even when he could, all he could see was her panties. He never could catch 
her without the panties, so what good was it? If all he wanted to see was 
girl's legs, he could see them any day at the beach where most of the girls 
wore much less than his sister did around the house. Of course he had seen 
her in a bathing suit too, and he liked what he saw, but it was not enough. 

He had to resort to using his imagination as he played with himself, but not 
being able to summon up any definite sexy pictures in his mind, he generally 
just wound up enjoying the feeling that he was inflicting on himself. He had 
known for a long time about the stuff that was supposed to come out of a 
guy's cock when he played with it, but he also knew that it starts coming at 
different times in different boys, and he knew that some of the boys his age 
were already able to do it. He was able to have a good time with himself as 
it was, and so the fact that he wasn't able to shoot a load yet didn't 
bother him too much, but in a way, he was sort of anxious to see what it was 
like. 

And one morning he woke up to find that he had gotten his wish. When he 
started to sit up and threw the covers back to get out of bed, he found 
himself sitting on a big wet spot right about where his crotch had been all 
night. He examined his dick and found out that it was not only still 
slightly hard, but it was also very wet and sticky. He had heard about wet 
dreams, but he couldn't remember having any dreams at all. All he knew was 
that he did have the wet. And from the way that he and the bed were still 
very wet, it could not have happened very long ago. He was eager to try it 
out again to see if it still worked. 

He looked at the clock in his dresser and was surprised to find that it was 
only four thirty in the morning. Two whole hours before he was due to get 
up. It must have been the emission from his cock that woke him up. Well, no 
matter. Everyone would be asleep yet, and that was all the better. He 
tiptoed quietly down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door behind him 
and made sure it was locked, then he removed his wet pajama pants and went 
over and stood in front of the toilet bowl. Even after he took a piss, his 
dick was still a little stiff, and he began to gently manipulate the skin 
back and forth and brought it slowly back up to full erection. Once it was 
where he wanted it, he went to work on it with his fist. 

He couldn't feel any difference. It felt good, but then again, it had always 
felt good. He began to think for a minute that maybe he had just pissed 
himself, but he quickly dismissed that idea. He never had done that before, 
and besides, he was sure from the way that it had looked and felt that it 
was not piss. He hunched over himself and jerked harder and faster until he 
felt the old explosive sensation over himself and jerked harder and faster 
until he felt the old explosive sensation beginning to build up inside his 
gut, only this time he noticed that the exquisite feeling seemed to have 
more pressure behind it, and after just a few more jerks he was sure that 
something new and different was going to happen. 

He was right. Suddenly his stomach seemed to take on a tight, pleasant 
tenseness, and then just as suddenly it relaxed and he felt a rushing 
through his dick like water through a hose and a white, creamy stream of 
liquid shot out of the end of his dick right straight across the toilet bowl 
and all over the upraised seat. He stopped jerking and just stood there with 
his hard dick in his hand and he could feel it pulsate a couple of more 
times as it shot several smaller, weaker streams that mostly landed in the 
toilet bowl in front of him. 

He couldn't believe that all that had come out of him. He might have 
believed it, except that he knew that only a little while ago he must have 
let go pretty much the same amount. It must have been building up inside of 
him for a long time before it had made up it's mind to come out. Somehow he 
felt refreshed. Relieved. Something like a cow must feel right after it's 
been milked. He took a piece of toilet paper and tried to wipe his dick off 
with it, but the paper stuck to it and he wound up with little bits of paper 
all over himself. He finally got the washcloth and using plenty of soap and 
water managed to. clean himself up pretty good. The only problem that 
remained were his stained pajamas and the big wet spot on the sheets. Well, 
the sheets wouldn't be changed for another day or so, and maybe by that time 
it would be dry and if he just rolled it up and put in the wash it wouldn't 
be noticed. The same thing would go for the pajama pants. He would hide them 
in his room and let them dry too. 

He slipped back, pantsless, into his room and sat down on the edge of his 
bed and an uncontrollable, big smile formed on his face. Today he was a man. 
But then the smile faded a little as he thought so what? What good did it 
do? It made him feel good alright, but it was one of those things that he 
had to keep to himself. He couldn't let out the good news like he always 
blurted out any other good news. It wasn't like when he sat down at the 
supper table and proudly announced that he got one hundred per cent in his 
arithmetic test that day. How would it sound if he suddenly blurted out 
right in front of his mother and father and sister at the breakfast table 
that he had just shot his first load? 

Anyway, the next few weeks were just a matter of experimenting. Whenever he 
was alone, he would play with himself, and gradually he got to know just 
about how long it took to rebuild his supply so that he could shoot another 
effective load. Although he didn't know it even until this day, it had been 
one of his practice sessions in the basement that Carol had walked in on. 
She had never mentioned it to him. Why should she? She had enough boyfriends 
of her own now. She didn't have any need to bother about her brother 
anymore. But chances are, if Jim had any idea what his sister was up to, he 
would have wanted to bother with her. 

But even though he was able to shoot his load, it didn't do much good. He 
liked to fool around with that little girl named Ellen that lived up the 
block, but he never really had the nerve to. His friend Phil had a little 
more nerve than he had, and when he heard Phil making sort of subtle remarks 
to her, he gradually got up the courage to join in. They were always asking 
her to take a walk in the woods with them, and she always refused. And it 
was a good thing too, because they wouldn't have know what to do if she did 
say yes. And that was what shocked the hell out of them when she took them 
completely by surprise one day and said yes and sounded like she meant it. 

They found out that she did mean it when she actually accompanied them into 
the woods, but they still thought she was only putting them on. They decided 
to go along with her to see just how far she would go before she finally 
chickened out, and they were actually struck dumb when they found out that 
she not only didn't chicken out, but took over the whole operation by 
herself. Neither he nor Phil had actually ever seen a cunt before, and they 
just started with their mouths open at the pinkish slit with the little 
piece of skin showing at the top and the little hole near the bottom as she 
took her clothes off and laid down on the ground and threw her legs apart. 

Once the ice was broken, the whole thing became a regular ritual. They met 
in the wood almost daily, and she would take them on one at a time or both 
at once. His dick was a little too big for her, but she thought nothing of 
taking it in the mouth, and that made up for his lack of pussy, and many's 
the time she sucked him off while Phil fucked her dog fashion. And then it 
got even better when Aggie came on the scene. He couldn't get over the size 
of her mouth, and the eagerness with which she used it. And now she was 
willing to go whole hog. Even though he knew he wouldn't be able to use her 
pussy for awhile, it was worth waiting for, and he definitely wanted to be 
there at the breaking-in ceremonies. Lucky Phil. 

* * * 

Saturday morning. And as each of the four concerned parties arose from their 
respective beds in their respective homes, the first thing they did was rush 
to the window to see what kind of a day it was. And if they had all been in 
one place, it would have sounded like one great sigh of relief as they saw 
the sun shining brightly and felt the warmth of it coming through the window 
panes even at this early hour. Mostly the feelings were of glee and anxiety 
as if they were looking forward to a long awaited party, but in at least one 
of them the feeling was that of glee mixed with apprehension. 

Aggie was raring to go, but she was still a little scared. Her talk with 
Ellen yesterday had served to reassure her somewhat, but she still knew that 
it wasn't going to be easy. The thought that Ellen had gotten raped with a 
man size dick, while she was voluntarily going to take a boy sized dick made 
her feel a little better, but not much. She only hoped that she would get 
over it as quickly as Ellen said that she had. Well, there was only one way 
to find out. 

The meeting was set up for ten o'clock and it was only even o'clock now. 
Three long hours for her to stew about it. She knew she wouldn't change her 
mind and chicken out, but she knew that these were going to be the longest 
three hours in her life. She was just anxious to have it over and done with. 
She figured that maybe if she got busy the time would pass and she might 
even be able to take her mind off of it for a little while. She doubted 
that, but she decided to get busy anyway. Her folks wouldn't be up for quite 
a while yet, as Saturday and Sunday was their time to sleep in, so there was 
no use starting breakfast yet. She decided to go to the bathroom and wash up 
and then get dressed before she went downstairs. 

She walked over to the shower and started to turn it on, but then changed 
her mind. In the first place, the noise might wake the others up, and in the 
second place she figured that she might need it even more later on. There 
would be plenty of time after everyone was up, and besides she just might do 
a lot of sweating between now and the time she had to leave. She just washed 
her face and brushed her teeth. She could do her hair in her room after she 
got dressed. A quick session on the toilet bowl, and she tiptoed back out of 
the bathroom and into her room and closed the door behind her. 

Even though she took her time getting dressed and doing her hair, the time 
still dragged, and when she looked at the clock again, it was only a little 
after seven thirty. She went downstairs and got everything ready for 
breakfast, and when she paused to listen, all was still quiet upstairs. She 
began to wish that they would hurry up and come down, because with a little 
activity in the house, it might help to speed things up. She walked over to 
the closet and opened the door and looked at herself in the mirror. Funny, 
she didn't look any different at all. 

As she looked at the pretty girl with the long brown hair and the wide mouth 
and the short sexy dress, she looked like any one of a million innocent 
young things that were probably getting up about this time of the morning 
also. She wondered how many of them had an appointment to lose their cherry 
this morning. Not many, she bet. It wasn't the sort of thing that the 
average young girl would have planned for a pleasant Saturday morning. Oh 
well, she figured that Monday morning would inevitably come, and she would 
find herself standing before this .mirror again, and she would still look 
the same, and unless she was still hurting, no one except the few kids 
concerned would ever know that there was anything at all that was different 
about her. 

She was small, the longer she looked at herself in the mirror, the smaller 
she seemed to get. Was she too small for what she was going to do? Phil was 
bigger than she was, and in comparison to her hole, his cock was enormous. 
Maybe she should try her finger again first. No she was only trying to make 
excuses now. It was just like going into a cold lake. If you started off by 
dipping your foot into it, you might wind up never going swimming, but if 
you just jumped right in it may be quite a shock at first, but after awhile 
it felt better and it was well worth it. That was how she would have to go 
about this thing. It had to be all or nothing. She made up her mind that she 
would not change her mind. 

And now that she was determined, she tried to forget about the initial shock 
and concentrate on the pleasure that would follow. And the thought caused a 
little sensation to start rising in her belly, almost as if she could feel 
that warm, hard meat working inside of her right now. She lifted her dress 
up and looked at her legs and it made the sensation inside of her become 
even ore intense, and when she pushed her panties down and saw that little 
sparsely covered crack, the sensation build up into a pleasant heat. She 
started to put her hand down between her legs, but then stopped as she 
thought better of it. It wouldn't do to drain her passions now. The hotter 
she was when she went into this thing, the easier she figured it would be. 

Anyway, she heard some movements coming from upstairs now, so she quickly 
pulled her pants back up and smoothed her skirt down and went into the 
kitchen to start heating the water and warming the frying pan. It was after 
eight now, and by the time they had breakfast and she took a shower, it 
would be nearly time to go. While she was waiting for them to come down she 
turned on the television and sat down to watch the Saturday morning 
cartoons. 

But although she could vaguely see a long eared rabbit chasing a short fat 
hunger with a shotgun, and could hear the sounds of laughter emanating from 
the screen, it just somehow wasn't getting through to her. What was taking 
them so long to get downstairs? 

But just as it always does whether we liked it or not, time passed, and she 
found herself walking down the street toward her rendezvous with the future. 
Ellen wasn't waiting on the usual corner, but then she hadn't really 
expected her to be. They had merely agreed to meet in the usual place in the 
woods, and when she finally arrived there, she found three smiling faces 
waiting to greet her. They must have been really anxious, because here she 
was almost ten minutes early, and they seemed to have been waiting there for 
a long time already. They were sprawled comfortably all over the ground, and 
they leaped to their feet as one when they saw her. 

After the usual greetings, the boys led the way deeper into the woods. The, 
all knew that if they went far enough, the would come out near the end of a 
golf course o? the other side. And this was what the boys had in mind. They 
would be far enough away from the built up area so that they wouldn't be 
heard even if every one of them screamed at the top of their lungs, and yet 
they would be able to see a long way across the flat stretch of the golf 
course if anybody should come toward them from that direction. When they 
arrived there, Aggie and Ellen were satisfied that it was the perfect spot. 
They left just enough cover between them and the open spaces so that they 
could see through it, but nobody could see them unless they were right on 
top of them. 

Jim and Ellen sat down in the grass in a spot where they could both keep a 
lookout for any intruders and also keep a close eye on the action that was 
to come. They didn't intend to do anything themselves except sit back and 
watch the show. This day belonged to Aggie and Phil. But as they watched the 
two principles standing before them start to strip naked, they couldn't 
control a rising urgency in their own insides. Jim put his arm around Ellen 
and pulled her tight against him, and she just relaxed with her head resting 
on his shoulder. 

Aggie and Phil just stood there for a minute examining each other's body, 
and Aggie could see that Phil was really in the mood. She felt a strange 
twinge of fear go through her body as she started at the long, fat cock that 
was so hard that it was pointing upwards at a forty five degree angle. She 
knew it was only her imagination, but it looked bigger to her now than it 
had ever done before, and she couldn't bring herself to believe that it 
could actually fit in her body. And even though they had only been standing 
there a short time, it seemed like a long time to Ellen and she figured that 
they just didn't know what to do. 

Presently she told Aggie to just lay down on her back, pull her knees up as 
far as she could, and spread them out as wide as she could. As she told her 
that, she almost kicked herself for not thinking to bring along some cream 
or something to help ease the entrance, but it was too late now, so she just 
told Phil to spit on his hands and rub it all over her pussy, inside and 
out, until it was good and wet. Actually, this was the first time he had 
gotten a good close look at Aggie's wide open cunt, and he was eager to 
comply. He soaked it good before finally getting down on his knees between 
her legs. 

In the position that she was in, it was easy for him to take hold of his 
dick and guide the big swelled head until it was resting up against the 
little meaty hole. But when he had it there, he too began to have his 
doubts. It looked so much bigger than the hole that he wondered if he was 
going to be able to do it. But he was too determined to try, and still 
remaining on his knees, he leaned slightly forward, propping himself up with 
his left hand next to her waist and pressing the cockhead into the hole with 
his right hand. It was extremely tight, but the entrance to he hole began to 
give way a little and as he exerted more pressure, it started to slip in. 

It was hurting already, and Aggie put her hands up to the sides of her face 
and pressed them tightly against her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut 
and gritted her teeth. She was going to do her best not to scream, but she 
knew that this was only the beginning. He hadn't even gotten the whole head 
in yet. She didn't know that it was beginning to hurt him almost as much as 
it was her, but he also gritted his teeth and kept on pushing. Finally he 
did get the entire bulbous end of it in, and it felt as if he had a rubber 
band squeezing his dick right behind the ridge of the head. 

Ellen could see how far he had gotten, and she could tell from the 
expressions on both faces that it wasn't going too well. Then she remembered 
how her father had done it to her, and she yelled to Phil to just go ahead 
and ram it all the way in. He let go of his cock and placed the hand on the 
other side of her, and after taking a deep breath, he rammed his ass forward 
as hard as he could. 

Ellen and Jim couldn't tell which one of them yelled the loudest, but they 
did know that it started them both, and they suddenly remembered that they 
had forgotten to keep an eye on the golf course. They both looked up at the 
same time, and seeing no one in sight, they breathed a simultaneous sigh of 
relief. When they looked back at the two bodies on the ground, Phil was 
laying lengthwise on top of Aggie. He too had his eyes squeezed shut, and 
his lips were drawn back exposing a set of teeth that were pressed together 
so firmly that day they could almost hear them grinding. 

There were tears running out of Aggie's eyes, and even though her lips were 
pressed into a thin white line, they knew that the teeth inside of them were 
grinding also. Phil's face finally started to relax as the initial pain 
began to wear off, but he still wasn't sure whether he had torn the skin 
completely off his dick. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he 
was definitely all the way in. It felt like his whole dick was surrounded 
with tight rubber bands now. He waited until his heartbeat started to slow 
up to somewhere near normal, and then he laid there for a minute feeling her 
hear beating against his chest. It was almost normal too, but she was so 
quiet that he thought that she had passed out. 

He realized that she hadn't though, or at least not quite, and he decided to 
get on with it and finish the job. But as he started to withdraw his hard 
meat from the still contracting hole, he heard a rush of air hissing through 
her lips as she inhaled until it seemed as if her lungs would burst. Ellen 
and Jim heard it too, and they all knew that another scream was on it's way. 
But this time they were prepared for it, and they took only a second to 
check the golf course before looking back to see what was going to happen 
next. 

And what happened next was another shattering scream as Phil pulled his dick 
out and pushed it back in again. When it was all the way in again, he 
stopped and waited for her to calm down, and he heard Ellen telling him to 
keep going. She said it was what Aggie wanted, so she might as well get it 
good and get it over with. But it really wasn't Aggie he was worried about 
so much as himself. He felt as if his dick had been run through a meat 
grinder, and the way it was hurting, he was surprised that it was still 
hard. But he took Ellen's advice and went back to work. Aggie didn't scream 
anymore as he pounded relentlessly in and out of her. She just laid there 
and sobbed. 

It didn't hurt her so bad anymore, in fact she was beginning to feel all 
numb inside. Even her mind felt numb, as if she couldn't think clearly, and 
the whole thing seemed as if it was happening in a dream. It didn't seem as 
if it was happening to her anymore. But her body was fully aware of the huge 
intruder that was disrupting the peace and tranquility of her entire 
insides. She had to almost fight herself back to reality before she finally 
realized that she, Aggie, was actually getting fucked. But she was getting 
no pleasure out of it. Maybe that would come later, but right now, all she 
wanted was for him to get finished so that she could go home and lay down on 
her own bed and suffer in peace. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

As Aggie, Ellen, Jim and Phil were walking up the street after leaving the 
woods, they passed two older boys who were going in the opposite direction, 
and evidently heading for the woods. They didn't think much of it, except 
that they were slightly glad that they had finished their business, as if 
the two were going for a walk in the woods, they just might have stumbled 
over them. Soon they parted and each went in their separate directions after 
making arrangements to meet again Monday morning. They figured that by that 
time, Aggie would be ready for her second installment. And as Jim reached 
his house, he met his sister, Carol. She was just leaving. Just going for a 
walk, she told him, to get some fresh air. He told her to have a good time, 
and went on in the house. 

Carol was going for a walk alright, straight to the woods where she had an 
appointment to meet the two boys that Jim had just seen. And she would get 
plenty of fresh air pumped into her gasping lungs. Only this time she had 
some new ideas in mind. As she lay in bed the night before, she tried to 
think of more interesting things to do than just plain old fucking and 
sucking, and that was when she got her idea. She had been sucking off these 
boys for so long, why shouldn't they suck her off for a change. She just 
seemed to suddenly remember that was one thing that she had been missing. 
She never did have her cunt sucked. None of the boys ever mentioned it, and 
she didn't know whether it was because they didn't want to do it, or whether 
they just never thought of it. Well, she had thought of it, and if they 
wanted to continue using her pussy and her mouth, they were going to have to 
learn to use their mouth also. Her cunt was tingling with anticipation as 
she walked into the woods. 

She brought up the subject right away, and they weren't as reluctant as she 
thought they would be. Maybe it was because they were afraid that she would 
actually cut off their pussy supply, or maybe they actually hadn't thought 
of it and didn't mind having a try at it. It didn't matter what the reasons 
were, as long as they did it, and she was going to let them start right now. 
She stripped completely naked as usual, while they only took off their 
pants, but she didn't mind. She was only interested in them from the waist 
down anyway, except for their mouths right now, and those were right out in 
the open anyway. 

She didn't want to take any chances on them arguing over who was going to do 
it first, so she just laid down on her back and pointed to one of them and 
told him to get down between her legs and told the other to kneel down 
astride her chest so she could get at him at the same time. She smoothed 
matters over by telling them that as soon as they were finished, they could 
change positions, and that way she could suck them both off. Neither of them 
had eaten a pussy before, but the prospect of her sucking them off made it a 
little easier and the first one got down and examined his meal. The other 
one stood over her, straddling the two red tipped mounds of flesh and 
lowered himself to his knees and bent forward until his cock was pointing 
directly at the luscious red lips. 

As she felt the first touch of the tongue on her tender pussy meat, she 
reached up and grabbed the other boy by the ass and pulled him down to her 
as she opened her mouth as wide as she could. The boy between her legs had 
hardly started yet, and she loved it already, and it only made her more 
eager to devour the meat that she had in her mouth. As far as the one 
getting his cock sucked was concerned, this was going to work out just fine. 
It would be worth eating pussy to get a blow-job like this. She had always 
given a good one, but now she was going at it with an extra vigor. Even 
better than when she was getting fucked at the same time. , And to the one 
between her legs, it wasn't bad at all. It seemed like the sexiest thing he 
had ever done, and his cock got as hard as a rock as he dug his tongue into 
the soft meat and savored the sweet, tangy taste of it. He licked around 
until he found the little meaty hole and slipped his tongue inside, and ran 
it around the soft, smooth meat that his cock had been in so many times. 

He never stopped to think that he was sucking the very hole that all the 
boys had shot their loads in. He just concentrated on enjoying himself, and 
the more he enjoyed it, the more she enjoyed it and she passed the pleasure 
on to the cock that she had in her mouth and its owner enjoyed it too. 

The cunt eater moved his attentions upward slightly and encountered the 
little flap of flesh that stuck out near the thicker top of the lips, and as 
he sucked it into his lips her hard little knob popped out and he began to 
lick it with his tongue. That was all Carol needed. 

She was aware that the dick she was sucking on was about to let go its load, 
but she just couldn't help herself and she opened her mouth and let go of 
the meat as her guts exploded giving her wonderful torturer a face full of 
hot, juicy cream. And as the scream started to leave her throat, the cock 
that was still poised above her open mouth let go, and her scream turned 
into a sort of gargle as her mouth filled with come. 

She would have preferred just laying there for a few minutes, just relishing 
the delightful feeling that still pervaded her body, but there was still one 
boy whose dick was so stiff and so urgent that he didn't even bother to wipe 
the girl come off his face before he climbed on top of her as the other boy 
had. 

She figured, what the hell, there would be plenty of time to rest later. Too 
much time in fact, before she would be able to hold another meeting with two 
other boys. 

She swallowed a couple of times to get rid of the come that was still in her 
mouth, then opened wide for the next customer. She knew that this round was 
going to be a slightly different story. This boy would probably shoot his 
load right away, but the other boy, who she could now feel between her legs 
had already shot his, so he wouldn't be as eager as the last one. And she 
had already shot hers, so it would take her a little longer. It would wind 
up as just a nice, long, leisurely pussy eating session. 

Carl was the boy she was eating now, and she had been right. He himself knew 
that he was just about to let go, and that was the reason he climbed on her 
so fast. He knew that he wouldn't have much time to enjoy her mouth but even 
a little time was better than spilling it on the grass. But when he had 
emptied himself and she had drained the last drops from him and he went a 
little way away from them and sat down to watch, he recalled all the times 
he actually had spilled his seed in her grass. And in his handkerchief. And 
in the toilet. And in a dozen other places! 

Although he had never eaten pussy before, he had dreamed about it a lot as 
he did his spilling. He was sixteen years old, and he had never even seen a 
naked girl until he was eleven, and then, the naked girl he had seen was his 
own new-born baby sister. He was surprised when he found that his mother 
didn't mind him watching as she changed the baby's diapers. 

As he thought back on it later, he imagined that she figured he was old 
enough to learn something about sex, since he had not as yet asked any 
questions about it, and they had been reluctant to bring up the subject. 

He had been so shy that he had never even questioned the obvious growth of 
his mother's belly when she was pregnant. Oh, he knew what was going on all 
right, but he did his best to appear not to notice anything. 

It was true that she was shy, but he did have a dirty little mind. It was 
full of girls, and full of the things that could be done with them, but he 
had never done anything, and the closest he ever came to seeing them nude 
was the magazines that he found in his father's drawer under the underwear. 
Of course, he had seen all kinds of girls in their teeny-weeny bikinis on 
the beach, but the magazines showed more. The only area that still had him 
puzzled was the area between the legs. All he could see in the pictures was 
a mass of hair. He knew there was someplace down there for a boy to stick 
his dick in, but he couldn't even imagine what it looked like. 

He knew what a mouth looked like though, and from what he read in some of 
the dirty books, there were an awful lot of girls who were not at all 
reluctant to let a boy put his dick in it. 

So up to the time that he finally saw what a girl had between her legs, his 
jerk-off dreams consisted mainly of imagining that his fist was a girl's 
mouth. And he was one of the early starters. It was not long after his 
eleventh birthday that he found that he was able to emit a satisfying 
stream. He could remember almost the exact date that it first happened 
because it was only about two weeks before his sister Ann was born. 

He didn't get to see much of the baby for the first couple of weeks. In 
fact, hardly anybody did, except his mother and father. And from the few 
good looks that he did get at her, he could understand why. She was so tiny 
and fragile that he was actually afraid to go near her. He was afraid that 
he might breathe on her too hard, and she would blow away. 

But after awhile, she began to get bigger, and his mother didn't mind if he 
hung around while she was feeding her or changing her. But he still didn't 
get too close. He was curious of course, but he was still apprehensive. 

Then finally, one day, the big moment came. His mother had the baby laid out 
on a big white blanket on the living room couch and was starting to change 
her. Carl was watching from the other side of the room, when he saw his 
mother reaching around in back of her with one hand as she held the baby 
with the other, as if she was looking for something. 

Then she said something to the effect that she had forgotten to bring the 
baby powder downstairs, and she told Carl to come over and sit beside the 
baby so that she wouldn't fall off the couch while she ran up and got it. He 
never stopped to think at the time that it would have been just as easy if 
she had just told him to go up and get it. He figured later that she had 
done it on purpose so that he would have a chance to examine his sister's 
body. Which of course was exactly what he did. 

She was still only a tiny thing, but she was a girl, and she was stark 
naked. And the way she lay there, and kicked her legs in the air, he had no 
trouble at all seeing what she looked like. At least he thought he was 
seeing everything, and he had to admit that he was a little disappointed. 
All he could see were two fatty folds running down between her legs almost 
to where he had spotted her little asshole. Only when she kicked her legs 
wide once or twice did he have any indication that there might be something 
more inside. All he could see was a flash of pink flesh, and then he heard 
his mother coming back downstairs. 

He quickly turned sideways to her so that it would appear that he was 
looking at her face all the while. It wasn't until much later that he began 
to figure that his mother knew different, but she didn't say anything and 
just went on about her business of cleaning and changing. 

After that, it was nothing unusual for him to stand nearby and watch while 
the baby was getting her diapers changed, or even to sit near her head and 
play with her to take her mind off what was happening to her down below. But 
he never did get a chance to actually look inside of those fat little pussy 
lips, and his jerk-off dreams just took on a slightly new dimension. That of 
a pair of lips between the legs as well as the ones in the face. 

And though most of the stories he had read consisted of a guy fucking a girl 
either in the pussy or in the mouth there were, although to a lesser degree, 
references to a guy eating a girl's pussy. And since he still didn't have a 
good enough idea of what a pussy really looked like inside, and exactly 
where the cock went in, he just pictured those kissable, chubby cunt lips in 
his mind, as he shot another stream into the toilet bowl. 

Now at least he had some kind of an idea of what all that hair concealed, 
and the only thing that puzzled him, was what fun could a guy get out of 
licking something that was covered with hair? But never mind-it was just the 
idea of the whole thing that intrigued him. 

As Ann began to grow up, he saw less and less of his little sister's pussy, 
and it was just when he wanted to see more and more of it. By the time she 
was three years old, he found himself effectively cut off from any more of 
his voyeuristic pleasures. 

He guessed that his mother figured that he had seen enough for the time 
being. So for about a year or so, his sex life was a blank and consisted 
only of vivid memories as he dispensed load after load into the toilet, his 
handkerchief, the grass, etc., etc.-until Carol came along. 

Carol was pretty, and all the boys knew that she liked them as well as they 
liked her, but she was awfully hard to get close to. There were six boys, 
all around the same age that hung around together, and although they talked 
a lot about girls, he doubted if any of them had any more experience than he 
had. They probably had even less, because most of them didn't even have a 
sister. But they tried to act big, especially in front of each other, and 
they all took turns inviting Carol to go someplace with them. Even he joined 
in the act. 

But evidently, she didn't realize how inexperienced they were, and figuring 
that she knew what they were after, she always turned them down. Until one 
day, out of a clear blue sky, she surprised them all by accepting an 
invitation from one of the boys. 

Carl guessed that the one that was accepted was the most surprised of all, 
as he was not the biggest, not the handsomest, not the most vocal, but he 
must have just accidentally opened his mouth at just the right time. And the 
rest of the boys stared, open-mouthed, as the two of them marched off in the 
direction of the woods. "Strolled" would be the right word to describe her 
walk, but "march" was definitely the right word to describe his. He looked 
as if he was being led to a position in front of a firing squad, but they 
had to give him credit. He sure was game! 

None of them figured that anything was really going to happen, but they just 
remained out there on the street playing ball and horsing around, waiting 
for the outcome. It wasn't until almost an hour later that they spied the 
two of them coming back up the street. And this time the guy wasn't 
marching. He was practically limping, and it appeared that she was marching 
him home. She had him by the arm, and she didn't turn him loose until they 
were right in front of the rest of the guys, and then she left him, and kept 
going on her merry way toward her own home. None of them missed the big 
smile on her face. 

And when the guy walked over and joined the crowd, everybody stood there, 
waiting for him to say something, but all he did was open his mouth and 
smile an even bigger smile than she had been wearing. He looked like he had 
been hypnotized. After a couple of the guys shook him into a sort of 
semi-conscious state, the only thing that he could say was that his" dick 
would never be the same again. 

Naturally, that aroused everyone's curiosity, and although all of the boys 
were apprehensive, the first time that Carol led them into the woods, they 
went, and when they returned they could understand the reason for that 
stupid smile on the face of the first boy. 

Needless to say, not a single one of the boys was a cherry when he came out 
of the woods. And the more often she went into the woods, the more of a 
tiger she became. Soon, one boy at a time was not enough for her. 

When she had finished sampling each and every one of the boys, and had found 
no fault with any of them, they figured that it was time to go around the 
circle again. But Carol had different ideas. Instead of taking the first one 
with her again, she took the first two. And both of them came back looking 
as if they had taken an overdose of silly pills. And that was only the 
start. It wasn't long before she wanted three at a time, but that was where 
she seemed to have overstepped her capabilities. No, not exactly her 
capabilities, but more, her hunger. Give her credit, she really did try. But 
it just didn't work out too well. Everybody seemed to get in each other's 
way. She finally had to settle for two at a time. 

And that was the way it had continued until this day. Carl suddenly snapped 
out of his reverie as he saw the activity on the grass in front of him begin 
to whip up into a frenzy of motion. His friend Paul had already gotten into 
the swing of things, and he was driving the female body into a whirlwind of 
passion. Carl could almost taste the pussy himself as he watched her legs 
whipping through the air and saw her hands grasping desperately at the tufts 
of grass beside her. He rubbed his hand over his face and smiled to himself 
as he felt the stickiness. Paul was about to be baptized too. 

And Paul was baptized, and he didn't mind it a bit, as by now his cock was 
just about as hard as it could be again, and his own belly was on fire with 
renewed passion. And as Carl watched Paul pull himself up until he was on 
his knees, and saw him run his hand across his mouth, he could also see that 
he was ready for some more of something. Anything. He was ready himself, but 
he was interested to see what was going to happen next. He knew that Carol 
was due for a rest period, but it didn't look as if she was going to get it. 
For a fleeting moment, he thought that this might be a lesson for her, but 
he soon dismissed that idea. He knew that Carol could keep this up all day 
and still wind up guiding them home. 

He didn't have to wonder what was going to happen next for very long, 
because as Carol still struggled for breath on the grass, Paul was leaning 
over her and his superbly hard cock was pointing straight at the hole that 
was thoroughly moistened by his saliva and her come. Carl doubted that she 
had any more come in her, but he knew that Paul was certainly going to find 
out. And he also knew, from the feeling in his dick, that if Paul failed to 
bring forth any more of her juices by the time he had released his, he was 
going to take over and at least try. He couldn't be sure if she had any 
better times with any of the other pairs of boys, but he knew that this was 
going to be the very best time that she had with him and Paul. They were no 
longer the shy kids of a year or so ago. 

* * * 

Paul wasn't thinking about his past experiences now as he pushed his rigid, 
throbbing cock into he thoroughly wet hole. But he had a few of them. He had 
been one of the newcomers to the block, only arriving shortly before Carl 
came on the scene. He had come from a small town in the Midwest where sex 
was no real secret from him. His folks had a small farm, and although they 
only had a few cows and one lonesome looking bull, it didn't take him long 
to learn how milk was made and where calves came from. That lonesome looking 
bull was never lonesome for long. 

When he was small, his mother tried to shield him from the facts of life. He 
remembered how she argued with his father when he wanted to take little Paul 
out into the pasture with him. His mother was one of the old fashioned type 
who would even put on her nightgown over her clothes before she took them 
off to make sure that no one could see her body. He often wondered about it 
as he grew up. How did he ever come to be born? He figured that she would 
only allow his father to make love to her at night in a dark room so that he 
wouldn't be able to see her precious body. And he figured that she only 
allowed him to do what he did because it was her wifely duty. But his father 
was entirely different. 

Although he didn't go too far into the subject of sex, he did get some kind 
of a kick out of sneaking his son out to the bam and teaching him how to 
milk cows and seeing the delighted look on his son's face as he let him try 
it himself, knowing that the little hands were getting at least some kind of 
a thrill out of squeezing those soft, warm titties. And then as Paul began 
to grow, he would take him out into the fields and let him watch the bull 
mating with the cows. It didn't make too much of an impression on the little 
Paul, except that he wondered how come that old bull was so eager to go from 
one cow to the other. 

It didn't take too much more growing up though before the answers started to 
come to him slowly but surely. That big rod that the bull was shoving into 
the cow was the same thing as he had in his own pants. And then it began to 
dawn on him that animals were the same as people, and he could picture his 
father as being the bull, and his mother the cow. He was well aware of what 
a cow's cunt looked like, but seeing as how a cow was so much bigger than a 
woman, he figured that if he sort of scaled down the size in his mind, he 
would have a pretty good idea of what a human female looked like. The same 
as if he scaled down the massive rod that the bull possessed, it would come 
closer to his own. All in all he was not far wrong. 

However, the more knowledge he gained from observing the farm animals, the 
more curious he got about the human animal. Especially the human female 
animal. He did go to a little school about a mile or so away, and it was 
there that he had his only contact with females around his own age. But they 
were all farm girls and always wore blue jeans and all sorts of baggy 
clothes that made them almost look more like boys then girls themselves did. 
As he looked at the blue denim covered crotches he tried to imagine a 
smaller cow's pussy under them, but he had little luck. 

In a kind of desperation, which of course was brought on by a growing and 
steadily insistent cock, he resorted to a little sneaky-peeking around his 
own house. There was no way of him knowing about the way that the girls that 
he saw in school were carrying on with some of the boys behind the barns and 
haystacks, as he had been sheltered to the point of shyness, so he had to 
take what was on hand. He knew from his mother's face that she was 
beautiful, but so far that was all he had seen of her. Except maybe once in 
awhile a glimpse of her arms when she rolled her sleeves up to do some 
washing, and even the sight of the slim, smooth bare arms was enough to set 
his imagination running rampant. 

He knew there wasn't the slightest chance of seeing either his mother or his 
father in their bedroom, as not only was the door tightly locked at all 
times when either one or both of them were in there, but also all the lights 
were turned out so he couldn't even peek through the keyhole. Anyway, he 
wasn't interested in seeing his father, so he had to concentrate on somehow 
catching his mother with her pants down, so to speak. And it wasn't long 
before he found a way. 

The shower was outside, but attached to the house. Sort of like a small room 
sticking out from the wall of the room that his parents slept in. The 
entrance was from their room, and the outside was a pretty solid enclosure 
of wooden boards. The shower itself consisted of merely a tank of water on 
top of the house which normally was replenished by natural, soft rainwater. 
You simply pulled a cord which would open a valve and let the water down 
onto you through a spray nozzle until you were wet enough to soap yourself, 
and then let it go. When you were thoroughly soaped and ready to rinse, you 
pulled the cord again and washed the soap off. 

To a farm boy, it was an ingenious set-up. It was almost as good as when 
they first got their indoor toilet But as far as Paul was concerned, the 
old-fashioned shower had one more advantage for him. It was made of wood. If 
he could do it at the right time, when his parents were both far enough away 
from the house, he was sure that he could pry open a crack big enough for 
him to see through, but that they would never notice. It had to be done 
carefully, because if he accidentally made it too big, they could notice the 
light shining through, and if he made it too small, he wouldn't be able to 
see through it. It would only have to be a little slit though, as once you 
pressed your eye against it, just like a keyhole, you would be able to see 
almost the whole room. 

And he got his chance one Saturday when he was home from school and both of 
his parents decided to go into town to do some shopping. They left him in 
charge of the feeding and care of the animals, but as soon as the dust from 
the car faded away down the road, the animals were completely forgotten. He 
ran directly to the shower room to look at the situation over. As he 
examined it carefully from the outside, he saw that it was going to be a 
more difficult job than he thought. The boards were overlapping from the top 
all the way down to the bottom. There was no way of just prying two boards 
apart a little bit. 

But he didn't give up that easy. He even climbed on top of the room to see 
if there was any way to get between the shingles. No way. But as he looked 
down from the roof along the side, he found the one possible chink in the 
armor. The outside corner where the walls of the shower that were attached 
to the house met the outside connecting wall. The boards didn't seem to come 
together there so that they were as foolproof as the walls themselves. He 
jumped down from the roof to look them over more closely. He was right. 
There was a square beam about six by six running up from the ground to the 
roof, and each side of the shower wall was nailed onto it. He had found the 
one thing that he had overlooked. 

The boards were close enough together, and nailed tight enough alright, but 
it was possible to pry one of the boards out just a fraction and be able to 
look through he resultant opening. The only problem that remained now, was 
which board to pry. He walked around the structure several times trying to 
figure out where a person inside would be standing under the shower, and 
which board would be most convenient to loosen. He even took an iron bar and 
pried a couple of boards loose and stuck some straws through them and went 
inside to see where the straws were pointing. When he stood under the shower 
nozzle and looked at the straws, he could immediately see which one was 
pointing in the right direction, so he went back outside and hammered all 
the other boards back into place and concentrated on the right one. 

With just a little more prying, he was able to make an opening that he could 
see very nicely through. It was on an angle looking toward the door that led 
in from the house, and he couldn't see the actual shower area too well, but 
if everybody did like he did and stepped back from under the water when they 
were getting soaped, there would be no problem at all. But all he needed was 
a little slit to see through, so he slowly hammered the board back into 
position, taking quick looks all the time, until the board looked like it 
was in place, but he could still see through it very clearly. Now all he had 
to do was wait for someone to take a shower. 

That night, his father decided to take a shower while his mother was fixing 
supper. Needless to say, he was disappointed, but it was at least a chance 
to try it out. He didn't really need an excuse to leave the house, but soon 
after his father went into the shower room, he told his mother that he was 
going to take a last look around the yard to make sure that everything was 
alright. She thought nothing of it, except to remind him that dinner would 
be ready pretty soon. He chuckled to himself as he thought that as long as 
his father made it in time for dinner he would too. 

There was only a small naked bulb hanging in one corner of the shower. Just 
enough to let the person in there see what they were doing if they took a 
shower after dark, which they usually did on a farm, and just enough to let 
the eye that was pressed against the little opening at the corner to see 
what was going on inside. And as his father automatically stepped back from 
the still dripping shower head to soap himself up, Paul immediately compared 
him with the bull that he had seen fucking the cows out in the pasture. He 
was really hung. 

Paul's eyes almost popped out at the sight of the huge balls that hung down 
even lower that the long, fat cock. There was a large mat of hair around it, 
but it couldn't conceal the amount of meat that was protruding from the 
belly. Of course the immensity of his father's sex organs was only in the 
mind of the child that was surreptitiously observing them. He was 
unconsciously comparing them with his own rather underdeveloped ones. But 
although the sight fascinated him, it only made him more anxious to see what 
the other sex looked like. 

After supper, his mother went in to take a shower, but he had no excuse to 
go out this time. Especially with his father sitting right there in the room 
with him knowing that there was no chores to do. But he knew that his time 
would come, so he just relaxed and bided that time. And it came not two days 
later. After supper, his father decided that he would go out and fix one of 
the fences before it got too dark, and his mother, having cleared away the 
dishes, said that she was going to get cleaned up so that she would be ready 
for bed by the time he got back. Paul didn't know whether that was a kind of 
sneaky invitation for his father or not, but he did know that here was his 
chance. 

He picked his books up off the sideboard and wandered into his room as if he 
was going to do the homework which he never did anyway, and waited until he 
thought the right time had arrived. With his ear pressed against the door of 
his room, he could tell the difference between the sound of the outside door 
opening which told him that his father had left, and the sound of the door 
to the shower room closing, which told him that it was time for him to be on 
his way. 

He waited a few minutes however, because he knew that the place that his 
father was going to was quite a distance away, and he wanted to give him 
time to get far enough away. The land was flat, and it was still light 
enough so that if his father happened to turn around and look back, he just 
might see him hunched up against the wall of the shower room. And Paul 
waited and waited, and although he knew it had only been a few minutes, 
enough was enough. He couldn't wait any longer, and as he quietly opened his 
door and tiptoed out through the front door, he could hear the sound of the 
shower running. He knew that he had plenty of time, but he still just 
couldn't wait. 

He looked around carefully first to make sure his father was nowhere in 
sight, then he crept silently over to his personal peep hole. To say that he 
was not disappointed would be putting it mild. His mother was even more 
beautiful than he had pictured her. She was an entirely different person 
without all those voluminous dresses and petticoats on her. She was 
gorgeous, and he fell in love with her at first sight. It didn't seem as if 
she was his mother any more, she was just a beautiful girl. Something like 
the ones that he had seen in the newspapers advertising brassieres or 
panties. What a pair of tits! 

He could see the rising in his pants as he watched her soap herself. She did 
it so slowly and lovingly that it looked like she was caressing herself all 
over, and he began to caress the hard meat in his pants as he watched her 
spread the soap tenderly over the round, pink-tipped globes that protruded 
provocatively from her chest. And as his insides screamed more, she 
unexpectedly gave him much more than he had ever dreamed that he would see. 

He found out that his mother was human after all as he watched her rub the 
soap between her legs. She did it so lovingly and for so long that he knew 
that she had to be playing with herself. She looked as if she was actually 
trying to shove the small bar of soap up her pussy, and he stared in awe as 
she spread her legs apart slightly and sort of squatted down and pushed the 
bar entirely up into her body. When she took her hand away, the soap had 
disappeared, and she stood up straight with her legs together and rubbed her 
thighs together and wiggled her ass as if she was doing a little dance, and 
all the while she was massaging her soapy breasts, and although he couldn't 
hear anything, she looked as if she was moaning ecstatically. 

He didn't even think to watch for his father's return anymore as he pulled 
his hard dick out of his pants and jerked off in rhythm with his mother's 
masturbation antics. He watched wide eyed as she opened her legs and he saw 
the bar of soap pop out of her pussy, only to be quickly replaced by her 
hands as she sought to quickly finish the job. Mother and son let go their 
loads at the same time. He squirted his juice all over the boards in front 
of him just as she squatted once more and he could see the rich cream 
running down the inside of her thighs and spilling onto the shower floor. 
And as soon as the initial heat of passion haa" left him, he decided that it 
was time to get out of there, and he ran quickly over to the other side of 
the yard and was sitting there on the fence as innocent as a lamb when his 
father returned. 

He jerked off many more happy times in front of that little peephole before 
his pleasures were taken away from him for good. He never did get caught at 
it, but it was only a few months later that his father decided that the farm 
wasn't going to be able to pay off any longer, and he decided to sell it and 
move away. They wound up in this town, where his father, having a pretty 
expert knowledge of farm animals, managed to get a pretty good job in a meat 
processing plant. 

He did like it a little better here where there were a lot of kids his own 
age to play with, but he missed the farm and the animals and especially his 
little peephole. He could find no way to set one up in this new house that 
they were living in, so he had to rely on his memories as he lay in bed at 
night and played with himself. Until one day, along came Carol. 

And after Carol came along, there was no need for him to lay in bed at night 
and play with himself. He only got to be with her every third day, but in 
the meantime he had to conserve his energy in order to survive that day. And 
he really didn't mind what he was doing at all. He would do just about 
anything Carol wanted him to, as long as these little meetings lasted. He 
was ready to come again, but he was aware that the body underneath him was 
practically drained and wouldn't be able to respond in kind. It didn't 
matter. He knew that she was enjoying herself anyway. As long as she had a 
boy on her she was happy, whether she could come or not, and when he had 
emptied himself in her and started to get up, he looked over at Carl and saw 
that she was going to still have a chance. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

It didn't really hit Aggie until later that night. All the way up until bed 
time, all she could feel was a sort of numbness inside of her. She had gone 
up to her room to lay down after she had returned from the cherry busting 
session in the woods, but she was so restless and confused that she couldn't 
remain laying down long. She tried to act her usual cheerful self so that 
her parents wouldn't suspect that there was something wrong, but as hard as 
she tried, she couldn't quite do it, and the way she moped around and picked 
at her food, they thought that she was probably coming down with a cold or 
something, and told her that she would have to stay in the house all day 
Sunday so that she would be alright for school on Monday. 

That was alright by her, as she hadn't planned to go anywhere anyway, and 
she figured that she would be alright by Monday and the whole thing could be 
passed off as just a little cold. It would give her an excuse for the day 
anyway. She just sat around watching television for most of the rest of that 
Saturday afternoon, with occasional side trips to the bathroom to examine 
her new pussy. She had heard that girls bled quite a bit the first time they 
got fucked, and she was surprised at how little blood she was losing. She 
would test it by pressing a piece of toilet paper against her pussy, and 
sometimes there was nothing, and sometimes there was only a few faint drops. 

The day passed slowly and sort of dream-like, and she was actually relieved 
when it came time to go to bed. She took a shower, without playing with 
herself this time, got into her pajamas and snuggled down under the 
blankets. She was really tired, and expected to go to sleep right away, but 
it wasn't to be. As soon as everything was quiet and dark, she began to feel 
a little throbbing between her legs. It wasn't much at first, and she 
thought that it probably was there all day but she just didn't noticed it. 
It was the same as anything else. A slight headache, or a sore arm or 
something that didn't bother you during the day, seemed to take on greater 
proportions during the still of the night when you had nothing else to do 
but concentrate on it. 

She tried to ignore it and turn over to go to sleep, but it wouldn't let her 
ignore it. The throbbing became more insistent and pretty soon she could 
feel it all through her body, and then the throbbing turned into little 
shooting pains. She knew that the-shock had now worn off, and she was going 
to have a very bad night. She knew also that there was nothing that she 
could do about it except grit her teeth and suffer through it. It was not 
like any other pain that she might have that she could run to her mother for 
comfort. She couldn't very well bust into her mother's bedroom and say my 
pussy hurts because I got my cherry busted today and what can I do to make 
it stop. But after all, she realized that she had asked for it, so now she 
would just have to take it as it came, and hope that it wouldn't last too 
long. It was beginning to feel as if she had a toothache throughout her 
whole body. 

Whether it would have given her any comfort if she knew about it would be 
hard to tell, but she was not the only one that was suffering that night. 
Phil had also had a bad day, and he was having an even worse night. The way 
his cock felt, he thought that he might not ever be able to fuck again. He 
had stretched the skin so badly when he first rammed it into that tight 
little hole that it felt as if it was on fire. And he didn't have to lose 
his virginity. It just got worse and worse throughout the day, and now as he 
was laying in bed, it felt the worst of all. 

He had tried standing in front of the bathroom sink and pouring glass after 
glass of cold water on it, but although it helped somewhat while he was 
doing it, as soon as he put it back in his pants, it started burning again. 
He tried covering it with cream and then wrapping a handkerchief around it, 
but it not only didn't help, it also looked as if he was walking around with 
a hard-on. He had to settle for making frequent trips to the bathroom 
whenever it got too bad and drowning it in cold water. 

But that didn't help him as he was laying in bed trying desperately to go to 
sleep. It was paining and throbbing at least as bad as any toothache he had 
ever had, and he knew that there was nothing he could do about it except let 
it go away by itself. 

The next day was a very uncomfortable day of healing for Aggie and Phil. In 
both cases, it was only sheer exhaustion that caused them to fall asleep, 
but when their eyes finally did open to the daylight, things didn't seem 
quite as bad. The sharp pain was gone, and they were left with only the 
original throbbing, and that too seemed to ease off a little after they had 
gotten up and fell in with the normal routine of the day. The world looked a 
little rosier now, and they became a little more confident about Monday 
morning. Aggie wasn't bleeding at all now, and although Phil's dick was 
still a little inflamed, it didn't look quite so much like raw chopped meat 
as it did yesterday. However, they were both aware that they were going to 
have to let Monday slip by unused. It would be a while yet before either of 
them would take a chance on getting hurt all over again. 

When Monday morning did roll around, Aggie was up bright and early as usual, 
but she didn't bother with the daily routine of playing with herself in 
front of the closet mirror. As much as she would liked to have done it, she 
was still a little bit afraid. It still hurt a little when she wiped her 
pussy with the toilet paper after taking a piss, so she knew that the rough 
handling it would get from a self gratification session would do it no good 
at all. Anyway, the day was coming when she could eliminate the morning 
masturbation period entirely. She would pretty soon be able to join Ellen on 
the grass in the woods. 

When she left for school, she found Ellen waiting for her on the corner as 
usual and they walked to the woods as usual, and Ellen understood when Aggie 
told her that she would not be participating today. She probably would not 
even have a chance to use her mouth, as if Phil's dick felt anything like 
her pussy, he wouldn't be too interested in a blow-job, and Jim wouldn't 
need one as he would be getting his kicks from Ellen. So at least for the 
time being, she was going to have to be satisfied with just watching. She 
told Ellen to try to think of some new ways to do it so that she would be 
fully prepared when her own time came. And Ellen lapsed deep in thought as 
they approached the spot where the boys were waiting for them. 

Phil and Aggie discussed the outcome of their little session Saturday, and 
by mutual agreement they decided that they would sit this one out today. And 
that was literally what they did. They sat down next to each other in the 
grass at the edge of the little clearing to give the two star performers all 
the room they needed. These two didn't get quite as much enjoyment out of it 
as they should have, as Jim's dick was still a little too big for comfort 
for Ellen, but they did get enough enjoyment out of it to make them want to 
go ahead. So the two voyeurs just sat and stared as the two bodies undraped 
themselves and got ready to settle down to work. 

Jim was obviously ready to go, but Ellen still seemed to be thinking. She 
wanted to put on a good show for Aggie, but she didn't want to do any of the 
usual stuff like laying on her back or getting it from behind. She wanted to 
do something exotic, erotic, and different, but her own knowledge of the 
positions was rather limited. The only thing she could think of was that 
they could do it standing up. He really didn't want to but he was always 
ready to try anything. He was quite a bit bigger than her, so he suggested 
that he pick her up and hold her against him while she wrapped her legs 
around his middle and see if he could get it in that way. It was worth a 
try, and she quickly agreed. 

Aggie and Phil sat there enchanted as they watched Jim put his hands under 
Ellen's armpits and hoist her up into the air as she swung her legs out wide 
and wound up with them tightly wrapped around his waist as he slipped his 
arms completely around her and hugged her body tight against him. The only 
thing that was wrong was that his dick didn't go into her, and she looked as 
if she was sitting on a flagpole. Aggie couldn't help laughing as she walked 
over to them and told them to just stay as they were and she would give them 
a hand. 

She took hold of the hard cock that was pressing along the crack of Ellen's 
ass and told Jim to hoist her up a little higher so that she could bend it 
up into Ellen's pussy. He leaned over backward until Phil thought that he 
was going to fall over and raised Ellen at the same time. He could feel 
Aggie pushing the end of his dick along the crack of Ellen's ass until he 
could feel it slipping into a little hole, but Aggie stopped him short as 
she told him to hold on a minute, that was her ass hole and there was still 
a little way to go. Ellen managed to stick her ass out just a little bit 
more and both she and Jim knew that had done the trick as she could feel the 
big end slipping into her cunt and Jim was sure that he was in the right 
hole now, although he wouldn't have minded giving the other hole a try-out. 

As soon as Aggie saw that it was in, she returned to her seat next to Phil 
and they both watched with big smiles on their faces as Jim and Ellen 
started to go into action. And the smiles were genuine, because it really 
was funny. Ellen was clinging to the upper part of his body like a monkey 
climbing a tree. Jim now had it all the way in, but he was having a hard 
time trying to get some positive action out of it, and as a consequence, he 
was pumping his ass back and forth and jumping around like he was on a pogo 
stick. 

And the disaster wasn't long in coming. The combination of the weight on his 
chest which forced him to lean over backwards, and his frantic efforts to 
drive the meat in and out of her caused him to lose his balance and he went 
staggering backwards across the clearing. It was Phil who came to the rescue 
this time as he realized that Jim was completely out of control and he was 
heading for a group of trees where he might get hurt. He ran over behind the 
staggering body of his friend, and knowing that it would be useless to try 
to set him back on his feet as he would only fall over again, he took him by 
the shoulders and lowered him gently to the ground. 

Now he was flat on his back and Ellen was on top of him and his hard-on was 
still buried right up to the hilt in her body. It was time for Ellen to take 
over the action, and she did so immediately. By the time Phil got back to 
his place beside Aggie, Ellen was pumping away a mile a minute, and Jim was 
just laying there with a big grin on his face. The preliminary action had 
heated them both up so much that neither one noticed the tightness of their 
sexual organs. 

Anyway, the main thing was that they were having a hell of a good time, and 
so were the two kids watching them. 

* * * 

Especially Phil. His father died when he was about six years old and 
therefore he didn't remember too much about him and had gotten used to 
living with only a mother. But he could remember quite a bit about his 
mother. In fact he tried to put their relationship from his mind so that he 
wouldn't spill the beans sort of accidently. He could recall clearly that 
his mother was nowhere near her normal self for a long time after his 
father's death, and even at his tender age, he could pretty well understand 
it. And he could pretty well understand why the things that happened later 
on did happen. 

He wasn't blaming his mother for it, as especially when he grew up a little 
he began to understand her state of mind, and besides, he himself was having 
the time of his life. She had always given him a bath every night. He would 
stand up in the tub while she soaped him thoroughly and rinsed him off and 
then picked him up out of the tub and stood him on a fluffy mat on the floor 
as she dried and powdered him. It went on that way for quite a while after 
his father's death, although the bathing sessions weren't as cheerful as 
they usually were. Previously, she had always sort of cooed at him and told 
him little funny stories and they would laugh together and he would hardly 
even know that he had a bath by the time it was over. 

But the nightly baths had become more or less of a solemn affair. It seemed 
to be more like a job that she had to perform, and there was no more cooing 
and laughing. But eventually, even his six year old, going on seven year old 
mind began to detect a difference in the way that she was bathing him. 
Instead of her face being constantly at his ear as she whispered dopey 
little things to him as she washed his body, her face was down lower, and 
she spent more time washing his little penis and the barely visible 
testicles. He knew the names of them because she had taught him the names of 
all the parts of his body, and she mentioned them just as casually as she 
pointed out his elbows and his wrists and his ankles and his ribs. And he 
took it just as casually, until he noticed that she was taking a little more 
interest in his penis than his elbow, and somehow, he didn't mind the extra 
attention at all. In fact he liked it. 

He began to look forward to the nightly baths as she spent more and more 
time working on the area between his legs, and using less and less soap and 
more and more lingers. He had experienced the stiffening of his penis many 
times, but to him it was just an unexplained phenomenon that felt pretty 
good to him. But up until recently, it was just something that happened kind 
of automatically. He had to admit that sometimes he himself caused it when 
he squeezed the little piece of meat as he took a piss in the toilet, or 
sometimes even when he was laying in bed at night when he couldn't go to 
sleep right away, but somehow it was much better when his mother rubbed the 
soap on it and then worked it in good with her fingers. 

As she was doing it, she mumbled something about it being important to keep 
this area clean, but he was hardly able to hear the words as he felt his 
penis rising and felt a funny little feeling in his belly around the area 
that she was working on. She didn't seem to take any notice as his little 
penis began to get harder and harder as she rubbed the soap more 
aggressively over it, but it seemed to him that the more his penis gained 
length and width, the harder and faster she would rub it. It suddenly dawned 
on him that she was doing the same thing to him that he did to himself in 
bed at night. Only it felt better when she did it, and he showed his 
approval by putting his arms around her shoulder and kind of squeezing her 
as she manipulated his little dick. 

It appeared that she immediately recognized his gestures of approval, and it 
gave her the incentive to go even further. He was not a baby anymore, and he 
had begun to recognize the difference between boys and girls, but his little 
almost seven year old mind did not attach too much significance to it. He 
was curious, yes, but it was not yet really all that important. He liked to 
look at pictures of semi-naked or just about naked girls in the papers, but 
somehow, hitting a baseball further than the other kids took preference. 

But the whole thing came to a head one evening when instead of drying him 
off next to the tub as she normally did, she picked him up and brought him 
into her own bedroom where he looked down and saw a big fluffy bath towel 
laid out on the bed as if she had prepared it for him. Naturally, she had, 
and he didn't mind it at all when she gently laid him down on it and ran her 
hands lovingly down his body. When she reached his crotch he felt an 
excruciatingly nice feeling running through his body which made his little 
meat stand up so firm and strong that even he could tell that something 
exceptional was going to happen to him. 

He may not have been the first six year old in the world to get a blow-job, 
but right at that moment he figured that he was the happiest six year old in 
the world. He had never seen his mother like that before. He didn't know 
whether she was laughing or crying as she bent over him and took his little 
hard penis into her mouth. It just seemed as if she was completely letting 
go of herself and to hell with the consequences, she was just releasing all 
of the emotions that she had pent up inside of her for the last few months. 
He couldn't know that she was using him as a substitute for her lost husband 
and venting her female frustrations on him, but he did know that he had 
never experienced such a feeling in his little body as he was now 
experiencing. He was just one big mass of goose pimples. 

As it's biggest and hardest, which it was right now, his dick wasn't more 
than about three and a half inches long, but she seemed to be desperately 
trying to make it longer. She had the entire thing in her mouth and was 
sucking so hard that he thought that she was trying to swallow it whole, and 
in fact he could actually feel the throbbing head of it right up against the 
entrance of her throat as her muscles contracted in a swallowing motion. Of 
course he wasn't able to come yet, but he had the same, sort of feeling 
inside of him that he would later learn signalled the onset of a complete 
release. Right now, he just felt like he had to piss. 

He had only taken a piss before he got in the tub, so he knew that he didn't 
really have to, but the way she was drawing on his little tube, it felt as 
if she was going to suck his insides out. He felt like he was an ice cream 
soda and she was sucking him up through the straw. And the longer she 
sucked, the more the whole world turned into an ice cream soda. And he was 
very much disappointed and very much confused when it finally did come to an 

But after she had tucked him in and kissed him goodnight, he knew it was no 
dream. His hard little meat refused to go down. He lay there in a sort of 
half-awake half-asleep in between state and he could feel the sensitive head 
of his dick rubbing against the inside of his pajamas and he could still 
feel the soft, warm lips circling it and going up and down it from one end 
to the other. The only thing that he knew for sure was that he wanted more, 
and when he finally did fall asleep, he didn't even move for the rest of the 
night. 

When he got up the next morning, everything was the same as usual, almost. 
The only thing different that he could see, and he couldn't quite 
understand, was that his mother kept turning her face away from him. Up till 
now, she had never been like that. She had always looked him right in the 
face and laughed with him or at him if he had jelly on his nose or 
something, but now she seemed to have a hard time even looking at him. He 
was confused and disappointed, and he must have really shown it. He really 
loved his mother. They had always been as close as the teeth in a comb, and 
now she seemed to be fading away from him. He had a vague idea that the 
reason for her sudden coolness had something to do with what happened last 
night, but he couldn't understand it. As far as he was concerned, it had 
been just another way that she was showing her affection for him. 

After breakfast he went out in the yard to play for awhile while his mother 
cleaned up the house and made the beds and so forth, but he soon found that 
he was having no fun playing. The way his mother had acted this morning had 
disturbed him, and he just couldn't concentrate on having fun. He waited 
until he figured that she should be about finished with the housework and 
then went back inside. She was finished alright, and she was all dressed and 
looked very pretty and she was sitting on the sofa with a cup of coffee in 
front of her on the little table while she appeared to be trying to watch 
the morning news on television. But he could tell that she wasn't really 
watching the news. She just seemed to be staring at the wall on top of the 
television, and she didn't even notice that he was there until he sat down 
beside her. 

She knew he was there alright, but she made none of her normal cuddling 
motions until he snuggled up to her and reached up and put his arm around 
her shoulder and pressed himself against her. His affection seemed to snap 
her out of it at last, and she put her arm around him and held him tight, 
but she still didn't say anything. He had to break the ice by asking her if 
she was alright. He said she acted like she had a headache or something, and 
then all of a sudden he felt as if he was delirious with joy inside of him 
as he heard her suddenly start to laugh. It was as if his mother had come 
back to him after being away for a long time. 

But then she quickly got serious again, and he could see her eyes shining 
from the water in them as she quietly told him that what had happened last 
night was strictly between the two of them. It was their own little secret, 
and nobody, but nobody was ever to know anything about what they had done. 
He had suspected that the change in her today had something to do with that, 
and he actually wouldn't have mentioned it to anybody anymore than he would 
go around telling anybody that his mother still had to help him brush his 
teeth. 

But after answering her that his lips would be sealed, he was still not sure 
why she should be so insistent about it, and why it had upset her so much. 
What could be so wrong about having a little fun? His childish innocence 
allowed him to put the question to her bluntly, and she had a hard time 
trying to answer it in the right way. She did manage to convince him though 
that things that people did with each other's body, or even with their own 
body should be their own little secret. It was nobody else's business how 
they went about having their fun as long as they enjoyed themselves. 

She couldn't help smiling when he said that it had been a lot of fun, and he 
would like to do it again. This was some son she was raising. If she got so 
much pleasure out of having his little dick eaten now, what would he be like 
when he got big enough to know what was really going on? But she had 
actually enjoyed it herself, and the more she thought it over, she really 
couldn't see any harm in it. As long as he didn't let it leak out, and she 
was almost certain that he wouldn't, why not have some fun? Maybe she could 
teach him to take care of her too. 

But even though she knew damn well that she was going to do it, she still 
wanted to take a little time to let both of their passions cool, so she told 
him to go out and play for awhile, and maybe after lunch the two of them 
would go up on her bed and play awhile and then take a little nap. She 
decided that if he didn't bring the subject up again, she would leave him 
alone. At least for the time being, until she lost control of herself again. 
She doubted very much that he would forget about it, but she was going to 
give him the chance to try. She secretly hoped that he would be looking 
forward to a session on the bed as much as she was. But she was going to let 
it be his own decision. 

The morning passed very slowly, and by the time lunch time rolled around, 
she had gotten the house more spotless than it had ever been. She was 
working compulsively in order to try to keep her mind busy with other 
things, but it was useless. No matter what she did, she couldn't control the 
feeling between her legs, and she kept looking out the window at him as he 
played in the yard and wondered what was going on in his little mind. He 
seemed to have lost himself so deeply in his play that she was beginning to 
get a little apprehensive. Could it be that he did forget all about it after 
all? 

Even when she called him in for lunch and they sat down at the table and 
ate, he didn't bring up the subject. He did plenty of talking all right, but 
it was all about his play, and the bugs and birds and things that he had 
seen and so on and so forth, and the suspense was killing her. When they 
finished eating, he went out and sat in the living room with one of his 
picture books while she cleaned up the kitchen, and she figured that this 
was it. It had just been a passing thing like the bugs and the birds and his 
mind had gone on to something else. Well maybe it was better that way, but 
she was still a little disappointed. 

But the day suddenly became brighter, and the birds and even the bugs were 
singing as she entered the living room and saw him put the book down and ask 
if she was finished so they could go upstairs on her bed. She assured him 
that she was finished and told him to go ahead upstairs and get undressed 
and she would be up in a minute. She was going to make sure that all the 
doors and windows were locked, and she even took the phone off the hook to 
make sure that they had no chance of being disturbed. He asked for it, and 
he was going to get it. 

When she got upstairs, he was sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for 
her, and although she could see that his dick wasn't quite hard, it looked 
as if it wouldn't take much to set it straight. She stood behind him and 
looked down at the cute little bare body that did not quite reach the floor. 
He was only about four and a half feet tall, but there was a lot of boy 
packed into those fifty four inches. And it took only a few seconds of her 
eyes absorbing that delicious looking naked flesh before the aching in her 
groin began to take over control of her mind. 

When she asked him if he had ever seen a girl with no clothes on, she was 
happy with his answer that he had seen pictures of them in books. She didn't 
think to ask whether the books that he was talking about were the dirty kind 
where the girls were entirely naked, or whether he just meant something like 
brassiere or pantie ads. She was just satisfied that he evidently knew that 
there was a difference between boys and girls so that the sight of her naked 
body wouldn't come as too much of a shock to him. Any boy old enough to turn 
the pages of a newspaper or magazine would know what the female, breast 
looks like, but she figured that she would have to do some explaining about 
the pussy. 

She took her clothes off slowly so as not to expose him to something he 
might not understand all at once. First she slipped her dress off over her 
head, and then just stood there for a few seconds while his eyes got used to 
the sight of her in only her bra and panties, and then she turned her back 
to him and asked him to unfasten the clip on the back of her bra. She could 
have done it herself of course, but she thought that if he got into the act 
it might make things a little easier. When he had done it, he sat back down 
and she turned to face him again as she removed the bra. As he watched her 
big titties appear, she could immediately see the effects. It was so 
obvious. 

Not only did his eyes widen visibly, but there was beginning to be a little 
more activity between his legs. She could now see the red end of his cock 
starting to appear from beneath the fleshy fold that had been concealing it. 
So far, so good. Without another word, and without looking at him, she 
slipped the panties down her legs, lifting one foot at a time as she slid 
them off over her feet. Not until she had every stitch off and had 
straightened up so that he could see her whole body did she look at him 
again, and what she saw was very encouraging indeed. The little fat penis 
had now exceeded it's previous three and a half inch length, and, without 
measuring it, she imagined it was coming to exceeding four inches. This was 
going to be better than she had hoped for. 

Little Phil not only got another wonderful blow-job that afternoon, but he 
also got to eat his first pussy and also fuck it when he had finished 
tasting it. His mother's mind had now been completely taken over by the part 
of the brain that directs the sexual appetites, and although she didn't know 
how she got there, she found herself on her knees on the floor between his 
legs, and she felt the pulsating end of his cock pressing against the 
opening of her throat. She also felt his hands trembling on the top of her 
head, and the chubby thighs twitching against the cheeks of her face. She 
was trying to imagine that she was with her husband again, and the only 
thing that spoiled the illusion was that the end of the cock didn't reach 
far enough down her throat. 

Her senses slowly returned to her, and she began to realize that she could 
not really suck this cock off as the boy was too young to be able to 
ejaculate yet, but she kept it up until she could feel his body calming down 
a little bit. She didn't want him to become too calm, as she still had some 
more plans in store for him. In a little while, she lifted her head, letting 
the hard cock slide teasingly out of her mouth and looked up at him and 
smiled. 

The boyish smile that she received in return gave her the courage to go 
ahead. She climbed up on the bed and laid down full length in back of him, 
and told him to turn around and look her over. She still hadn't let him look 
into her pussy, but that would come pretty soon. First she wanted him to get 
acquainted with the parts of her body that were the most obvious. He got up 
on the bed beside her, and with his legs folded beneath him, he sat on his 
haunches and as his eyes took in the sea of naked flesh stretched out before 
him, the smile on his face widened even more. He himself didn't know what he 
was thinking, but he was even enjoying the confusion of his thoughts. 

They remained there smiling at each other for a little while. The loving 
smile on each face that showed the mother's love for her son, and the son's 
adoration of a wonderful mother. This was a normal thing for them, but this 
was the first time it had ever happened in a situation like this. The very 
fact that they were able to continue their mutual admiration for each other 
while they were completely naked and as hot as a firecracker told her that 
it was all right to go ahead with anything that she could think of. He was 
far from losing interest in this little game. One look at the still rigidly 
erect, still glistening cock informed her that his interest was only now 
beginning to build. 

She reached up and grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and hugged 
him tight to her breast. And it was even better than when they did it with 
their clothes on. He could feel the warm firmness of her titties pressing 
against his chest, and she could feel the increasing hardness of his cock 
pressing against her belly. It was time to get down to business. She 
whispered softly in his ear and told him what she was going to do. She 
explained that she was going to let him get a good close up look at what a 
girl had between her legs, and when he was finished looking at it, she was 
going to show him and tell him what was supposed to be done with it. 

He was all for it. The way he was feeling now, he was all for anything that 
would make his mother happy, and when she told him to move back until he was 
down between her legs, he quickly and eagerly complied. And as he worked his 
way backwards on his hands and knees, she pulled her knees up and spread her 
legs wide apart so that when he was in the right position, he was looking 
directly into the first pussy that he ever saw. His six year old mind became 
even more confused at the sight, but one thing was clear to him, and that 
was that he liked what he was seeing. 

She put her hands down on each side of her pussy lips and spread them apart 
to give him an even better view, and the sight of the soft looking, dark 
pink flesh and the slightly open hole at the bottom and the tantalizing fold 
of soft flesh at the top made his hard-on feel as if it was going to burst. 
And it came very close to bursting when he saw her fingers move from the 
sides of the opening and the tips of them pulled back the fleshy protrusion 
and exposed a small shiny knob that looked just like a little penis. And he 
didn't hesitate a minute when she told him to taste it. He felt as if he was 
going to pee all over the bed as he leaned forward and stuck his tongue out 
and felt the hard smoothness of it. 

Somehow, his little mind had the idea' that he was repaying his mother for 
the pleasure that she had given him, and if this would give her any pleasure 
at all, he was all for it. So after just a couple of tentative little licks, 
he decided to do the same thing to her that she had done to him that he 
liked so much, and he drew his tongue back in and opened his lips and sucked 
the little rod into them. When he felt the big thighs that enclosed his head 
on each side give a spasmodic jump, he was afraid for a minute that he had 
done something wrong, but before he could release the hard clit, he felt his 
mother's hands on his head pushing him back into position. He dug his face 
deeper into the warm opening and sucked as hard as he could. 

Now he knew that he was doing the right thing. He could feel her belly heave 
and could feel the pressure against his ears as the wonderful, big, warm 
thighs tightened around his head. The soft flesh covered his ears so that he 
couldn't hear a sound and his eyes were pressed against the furry patch of 
hair at the top of her crotch so that he couldn't see anything either. It 
was as if he had suddenly been transported into a new dimension. A dimension 
where there was no light or sound, and all that existed was the feelings of 
the body itself. The feeling of being taken completely away from the cares 
of the world. The feeling of utter protection from any harm, or from any 
obligations or any duties. The feeling of being back in the warmth and 
safety of the mother's womb, with only the soothing beating of the heart to 
be heard. 

But his reverie was suddenly shattered as the hands that had been caressing 
the top of his head suddenly tightened their grip and pushed his face away 
from the comfortable warmth that it had been buried in. And as soon as the 
legs parted and he could hear again, the first sounds that came through to 
him were the low, moaning sounds that reminded him of the faraway call of a 
lonesome animal. And although she released his head in order to place her 
hands once again on the sides of her pussy in order to hold it open, he was 
still only about two or three inches from the delicious crack when he saw a 
flood of cream pour out of the little hole. 

And even though it was only a six year old mind that what trying to absorb 
the meaning of the sight of a girl coming for the first time in his life, he 
suddenly returned to the present as he realized that he was watching another 
girl coming, and as far as he knew, it was the first time that she had 
actually released her juices. Both he and Aggie watched breathlessly as they 
saw Ellen ram her ass down as hard as she could, and they could hear the 
meaty slap as crotch hit crotch, and even the grunt that was forced out of 
Jim's lips. Ellen had the entire meat pole buried in her body, and she 
lingered in that position for only a moment before slowly raising her bottom 
again until only the head of Jim's cock was inside of her, and then the two 
watchers could see the reason for her sudden burst of passion. 

Not only had he emptied himself in her, but she was also emptying herself. 
She raised her ass just a tiny bit further so that the head of his dick was 
visible, yet it was still held in place by the rim of her hole and the 
creamy flood that poured out of her was obviously not caused by his emission 
alone. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was almost a celebration party as they finally continued on their way to 
school. Two days ago Aggie had her cherry removed, and today, thirteen year 
old Ellen had become a woman. She had just shot her first really 
satisfactory load. But now Aggie had something to think about. Although she 
had caught up with Ellen in the cherry department, she was now behind her in 
the orgasm department. Well, maybe when she was completely healed up and 
ready to fuck, she would catch up there too. It gave her an incentive to 
work on. 

Carol was working on something else. As she headed for her own school that 
same morning, she was entirely unaware that her kid brother had just sucked 
and fucked himself silly, but her mind was recalling the events of the day 
before yesterday when she herself had been fucked and sucked silly. As much 
as she had been worn out that day, she had been already to go again the next 
day, but unfortunately she had not made any appointments. But the day had 
passed, and after she got through with this day of school, she would have 
the evening ahead of her. There would be two different boys to work with 
this time, and she was wondering if they had gotten the message from Paul 
and Carl that she was now interested in having her pussy eaten. 

She would have been very disappointed to know that only one of the scheduled 
pairs of boys would be, showing up on this particular evening. Mark and 
Louis were next on her schedule, but poor Mark was at this very moment 
laying home in bed with cramps in his stomach that were driving him up the 
wall. It could have been a touch of the flu, or maybe something that he had 
eaten, but when it came right down to it, it wasn't the cramps that was 
actually driving him up the wall, it was the thought that he was going to 
have to miss his appointment with Carol this evening. 

Not that Louis minded having Carol all to himself, but he was just worried 
about whether he could handle so much responsibility. He had heard about her 
new craving for a mouth job, and rather than repelling him, it only turned 
him on more. As far as Carol was concerned, he was willing to try anything. 
He was so smitten with her that all she had to do was snap her fingers and 
he would sit up and beg. And as she was snapping her fingers at him in the 
woods that night, Mark was laying in bed, and although his pains had eased 
somewhat during the day, he knew what was going on out there amongst the 
trees and bushes, and it made him feel even worse. 

* * * 

His parents had kept Mark pretty well sheltered all his life. Especially his 
mother. His father may have disagreed with the way that he was being brought 
up, but he Was busy with his work all the time, and he had little choice 
except to go along with his wife. Even though he did have two parents, it 
seemed to him as if all he had was his mother, and although he really didn't 
understand what was going on most of the time, it would later dawn on him 
that she was actually jealous of him. And her jealousy made her extremely 
over protective. 

Mark didn't know that his mother was actually furious at the twist of fate 
that caused her to be born female. Although she seemed to have accepted her 
role in life, she was actually seething inside. As far as she was concerned, 
it was a man's world, and females were only put on this world to entertain 
and cater to the almighty man's wishes and desires. It was true that she 
occasionally found the opportunity to enjoy her body, such as when her 
husband's terrifically long and wonderfully fat dick was deeply embedded in 
her insides, but secretly she wished that it was she who had that dick and 
was burying it in some other unfortunate female body. 

She was as frustrated as a person could be, and when she was finally 
pregnant, she prayed just about every day that it would be a girl so that 
she would have someone to share her frustrations with. When the baby was 
born, the only thing that made her the least bit happy was hearing that it 
was alive and well. But the fact that it was a boy just drove her deeper 
into her normal depression. She had brought another cock into the world. How 
many girls would that cock penetrate during it's lifetime? 

Even as she lay in the bed in the hospital waiting for the time that she 
could go home with her baby, she was wondering what she should do. She knew 
that it would be up to her to shape the boy's life. She could make him a 
woman hater, or a woman lover. She could make him a normal man, or a queer. 
His whole outlook on life lay right in the palm of her hands. What should 
she do? The very thought of her own son mounting a spread-legged girl almost 
nauseated her. Maybe she should just try to instill in his mind that girls 
were just as important as boys and he should have some respect for them. But 
she knew that an approach like that would be useless, as just as soon as he 
learned the difference between boys and girls, he would revert right 
straight back to his animal instincts. 

She could only think of one thing to do. The whole world may hate her for 
her reasoning, but she didn't care in the least what the world thought. As 
far as she was concerned, she was the world, and the individuals that 
resolved around her were merely the planets that had become attached to her 
and were under her complete control. Especially this little baby boy. 

Mark's mother would have made an exceptionally good lesbian, except for one 
thing. She didn't have any more regards for girls than she did for men. To 
her, every female was just a whore or a prostitute, and only lived to obey 
the whims of their masters and cater to their sexual fantasies. As a 
matter-of-fact, she really liked it when she saw two girls or two boys 
together. She didn't mind at all what they did together, it was when they 
separated into male and female combinations that she would get aggravated. 

As a little boy, the difference between boys and girls didn't matter much to 
him. All he was looking for was someone to play with. Someone to climb a 
tree with or to race across a field with. The fact that an expanse of leg 
was showing didn't enter his mind at all. He had legs too, and what were 
legs for except to run and chase each other. And it would have taken him a 
long time to get the idea that girl's legs were more fun than boy's legs if 
it wasn't for his mother always trying to keep him away from girls. The more 
that he recognized what she was doing, the more curious he got. His mother 
didn't know it at the time, but she had defeated her own purpose. 

When he realized that he was deliberately being kept away from girls, he 
only became more interested in them, and he wanted to find out what it was 
that his mother was trying to hide from him. So it happened that instead of 
leading a normal child's life, and eventually taking an interest in girls 
somewhere around the age of puberty, he would up having his first sexual 
experience when he was just barely past seven years old. 

As far as he was concerned, it was a completely disappointing and very 
unsatisfactory experience, but his mother found out about it, and the 
violent way in which she reacted only made him look into the matters more 
deeply. One of the little neighbor girls, about six years old, managed to 
get past the watchful eye of his mother and was. playing with him in his 
back yard, and she was wearing a short play skirt that barely covered the 
very tops of her chubby thighs. Mark kept his eyes on the little legs, and 
during the course of their playful antics he got many a good look underneath 
the dress, but all he could see was a pair of yellow bloomers. He knew that 
it was what was underneath those yellow bloomers that his mother was trying 
to keep him from seeing. But why? What could she have under there that was 
such a big secret? He decided that he was going to find out. 

He led their little games into a sort of wrestling match, which the girl 
didn't mind at all, and as he was bigger and stronger than her, it didn't 
take much time to pin her down. He laid his chest on top of her chest with 
his head facing towards her legs, and while he had her immobile he pulled 
her skirt up and pushed her bloomers down around her knees. All this took 
place right out in the open spaces of his back yard, but fortunately there 
was no one around at the particular time to see what was going on. His 
mother must have been awfully busy in the house, or too engrossed in some 
soap opera on television, because ordinarily she would have been looking out 
the window every few minutes. 

But by some strange set of circumstances, he managed to get away with his 
little game. At least for the time being. And when he looked at the naked 
area between the little girl's legs, he couldn't understand what all the 
fuss was about. He was deeply disappointed at what he saw. He had expected 
to see something exotic, something strange, something that was worth all 
this fuss about keeping him away from girls, but all he saw was a little 
puffy crack running down between her legs. 

After he had taken a good look, he pulled her pants back up and then just 
continued the wrestling session as if nothing had happened. They played 
together and had themselves a real good time for a little while and after 
awhile the girl left. His mother wasn't even aware that she had been in the 
yard, so it came as somewhat of a surprise when the girl's mother dropped 
over that evening for a visit and spilled the beans. It was nothing unusual 
for her to visit Mark's mother, as they were good friends and often 
exchanged visits. But the little girl's mother was an entirely different 
"sort of person, and when her daughter told her that afternoon that Mark had 
pulled her pants down, all that happened was that she got a kick out of it. 

Mark's mother flew into a rage and went into a violent discourse about the 
beastliness of men and the self-indulged subjugation of women. And she said 
that not only would Mark never do a thing like that again to a little girl, 
but she was going to fix him so that he would never do anything to another 
girl. The little girl's mother was scared for a minute as she thought that 
Mark's mother was thinking of castrating him or something, but then she 
realized that she wouldn't go that far, but that Mark had some terrible 
times in store for him. She felt sorry for him, and as Mark's mother raved 
on, she vowed to herself that she would make all this up to Mark. She didn't 
know how right now, but she knew that she had to do something. Anything. 

But as the only half-heard words of Mark's mother pounded against her ears, 
she began to get a glimmer of an idea. She would pretend to go along with 
her, but she would get her own kicks out of doing something behind her back 
that would probably drive her completely mad if she found out about it. She 
had to pretend to go along with her in order to gain her confidence so that 
she would be able to invite Mark over to her house once in awhile. When she 
promised to keep her daughter dressed in pants when she was in Mark's 
vicinity, it cooled his mother down a little, but she kept stressing the 
point that the damage had already been done, and every time he looked at 
that little girl, pants or not, he would know what she looked like. And 
although the girl's mother couldn't understand the reasoning, and she 
wondered what difference it made if Mark knew what a girl looked like, she 
also managed to get the point across that Mark was growing up in a world 
full of girls, and he had just better get used to them. 

There were times when Mark's mother appreciated having his out of her hair 
for a little while, such as when she had shopping to do or someplace to go 
where it was inconvenient to be dragging a child along, and those were the 
times when the little girl's mother got her chance to straighten things out 
with Mark. She would volunteer to keep him for a few hours while the mother 
went about her business, and Mark's mother wasn't too concerned anymore as 
she figured that the other women felt more or less the same as she did. And 
it was true that Mark needed to play with little girls as well as little 
boys, just so long as the girls had pants on. 

But the pants didn't stay on long after Mark arrived in the house. The first 
time that Mark was left with her, the mother took him aside and had a little 
talk with him. He knew that she knew all about what he had done, and at 
first he was a little apprehensive, but she soon calmed him down. She told 
him that what they did in her house would be their little secret, and he was 
pleased to find out that she wasn't mad at all about what he had done. In 
fact, she told him that she thought it was the most natural thing for little 
boys and girls to want to see what each other looked like but she told him 
that they shouldn't do it out in the middle of the "yard where anybody might 
be able to see them. 

If it wasn't for the fuss that Mark's mother had made over the episode, she 
probably wouldn't have even thought about doing a thing like this, but she 
was a kind of hot-blooded woman herself, and the more she had thought about 
the idea, the more it intrigued her. She may even want to get in on it 
herself. 

She told Mark that he would be able to see all he wanted of her daughter, 
but only if he didn't say anything about it to anyone. And Mark, knowing the 
consequences of his first transgression, wasn't about to open his mouth. As 
a matter-of-fact he wasn't that much interested in the idea anyway. He had 
already seen what she had and he had just about disregarded the idea of 
girls' bodies being of any further interest to him, but he figured why not? 
It would be a way of getting back at his mother for the bad time that she 
had given him, so he agreed to go along with anything that she wanted to do. 

The girl's mother had had the whole thing planned and set up even before he 
had gotten there. She had had a little talk with her own daughter and had 
extracted the same promise from her about keeping her mouth shut and had 
told her just what to do. And when the setup had been explained to her, the 
little girl was much more enthusiastic about it than Mark was. She had never 
seen a boy with no clothes on before, and although her mother had told her 
all about boys, and even showed her some pictures of the male sex organ, she 
was eager to see it for herself. And her mother had told her just how to go 
about doing it. 

Although she would have liked to have seen what happened, the mother decided 
that things might go along a little better if she just left them alone for 
awhile, so she just told Mark to go on upstairs to the girl's room where she 
was playing, and he could join her in her games. She knew what Mark was 
going to see when he walked into the room. Her daughter was stark naked and 
she was going to act as if there was nothing out of the ordinary. She was 
simply going to invite Mark to play with her and sort of let him take it 
from there. If nothing happened for too long, then she would also invite him 
to take his clothes off. And her mother would be sitting downstairs chewing 
her nails while she awaited the outcome. 

And the outcome wasn't too long in coming. Mark had known that something 
like this was going to happen, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. 
He thought that they were going to sort of work into it and he had to stop 
and catch his breath as he walked into the room and saw the little girl 
sitting on the floor playing with a bunch of toy cowboys and Indians, and 
she didn't have a stitch of clothes on. Even though he had seen her at one 
time, and even though she was only a small girl, he had an idea that this 
was going to be better than he had thought. The stirring inside his pants 
told him that this was going to make up for all the yelling that he had 
taken from his mother. 

He tried to act just as casual as she was, but her mother had briefed her 
well and as she kept a close eye on him, she could tell that his mind wasn't 
on the game. His eyes weren't on the spread-out armies on the floor. They 
were on the spread-out legs sitting opposite him. And although she was 
entirely unaware of what was going on in his pants, she had a pretty good 
idea of what was going on in his mind, and she decided not to wait before 
going into action as her mother had advised her to do. As far as she was 
concerned, the time was ripe and most of all, she was getting kind of 
anxious herself. Her mother's description of boys and the pictures that she 
had shown her had gotten her into a state where she was probably even more 
excited than he was. She didn't expect to see the same thing that was in the 
pictures, as her mother had explained that they were pictures of big men, 
whereas Mark was only a little boy, so even though he had the same thing, it 
would be much smaller, and she even illustrated it by showing her the 
difference between a big woman's pussy and a little girl's pussy. The child 
had gotten the idea immediately and it had only made her more anxious to get 
down to business. 

When she casually remarked that maybe he would feel better if he took his 
clothes off, too, it was almost as if he had been waiting for her to utter 
those exact words. Deep inside of him, he had been wanting to join her in 
her nakedness, but he was a bit embarrassed. He had never been naked in 
front of any female before except his mother and that was just a natural 
thing as she had been changing his diapers since he was a baby and giving 
him baths almost every night. But this was something different. He now knew 
that he was much different from girls and he wondered if she would laugh at 
him when she saw his little meat sticking straight out like a little hard, 
fat frankfurter. But he wanted to do it, so he wasted no time after getting 
her invitation. He immediately stood up and started to strip. 

He did it as quickly as possible so that he could try to hide his 
embarrassment by making it look like a casual thing, and as soon as he had 
everything off, with the exception of his shoes and socks, just as she was, 
he quickly sat back down and tried to hide his slightly red face by looking 
down at the floor full of toys. He even tried to conceal the area between 
his legs by keeping his thighs pressed tight together, but he soon found 
that it only made matters worse. His dick was so hard that it was sticking 
straight up along his belly and he knew that her eyes were glued on the 
scarlet head that protruded from the Y formed by his thighs and belly. But 
after only a few minutes he gritted his teeth and decided the hell with it. 
This was the whole idea in the first place and he just opened his legs and 
sat there and exposed himself to her just as casually as she was exposing 
herself to him. The only thing was, as yet he could see nothing that she had 
that was really of interest to him. It would take her mother to introduce 
him to the things that he had not been able to see and thus was completely 
overlooking. 

The girl's mother waited for possibly a half hour and then she could stand 
the suspense no longer. She had to go up and find out what was going on. And 
they both looked up as she entered the room, but immediately put their heads 
back down again and concentrated on the game. The little girl did it because 
she was pretty well-prepared for it and even though Mark was more or less 
prepared, he was still feeling uncomfortable. But the mother noticed right 
away that the discomfort that she could see he felt didn't extend to the 
area between his legs. Whatever the feelings in his mind the feelings down 
below were quite obvious. 

She was standing off to his side, and because he pointedly kept his eyes 
away from her, he couldn't see as well as the little girl could what she was 
doing. He didn't even notice the smile on the little girl's face as she 
watched her mother start to take her own clothes off. He couldn't know that 
the whole idea had intrigued her so much arid had built up such a passion 
inside of her that as far as she was concerned, it was to hell with 
everything. She was going to join them on the floor in their little games of 
cowboys and Indians. She knew that the little naked cowboy's dick was not 
big enough to get a good fuck out of, but she wouldn't mind a good tickling. 

It wasn't until she plopped herself on the floor with them, almost between 
them that he finally noticed her, and although she tried to act casual as if 
she was just joining in the game, she watched him out of the corner of her 
eye and could see that as far as he was concerned, the game was over. His 
eyes were glued on her big puffed out tits, and her eyes were glued on the 
erection that looked as if it was about to burst through the skin that was 
now so tight that it was actually shining. She knew that there was no need 
to go on with the charade. It was time to go to work. 

It was time not only because he was more than ready, but because the whole 
thing had to be gotten over with before his mother arrived to pick him up 
and she wanted to get him out of his heat and in proper condition to return 
to his own home without giving any indication of what had happened to him. 
She figured that she had just a little less than two hours. If she started 
now, it would be more than enough time. 

She got up and walked over to her daughter's bed and sat down on the edge of 
it and invited both of them to come over to her. When they were standing in 
front of her, she opened her legs as wide as she could and positioned on of 
them at each knee. Her daughter had seen this before but she was still 
fascinated by the sight of the wide open pussy, but not as fascinated as 
Mark was. He was no longer looking at just an insignificant little crack, he 
was looking into a new world. And when she saw that his interest was more 
than aroused, she told her daughter to sit down on her lap and helped her to 
extend her legs so that the little legs were on the outside of each of the 
big legs and Mark was looking bleary-eyed into two pussies. A little pussy 
that was directly above a big pussy and his swimming mind only slowly began 
to absorb the fact that girls were more interesting than he had thought. 

But even though he was seeing just about everything that he could possibly 
see, the girl's mother realized that he didn't have the faintest idea of 
what he should do about it, and she was also aware that he desperately did 
want to do something about it. She knew that he wasn't able to come yet, but 
from the look s of his rigidly quivering dick, she figured that some kind of 
an explosion was about to take place inside of him. And she didn't want to 
just watch it happen, she wanted to have something intimate to do with it, 
so she reached out and grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to her, 
with her daughter still sitting high on her lap, and as she guided him into 
place with one hand around his back, she guided the erect little sausage 
into place with the other hand. 

He found the upper part of his body pressed warmly against the upper part of 
the little girl's body so that he was looking her straight in the face as he 
felt his dick being hotly caressed by a wet, contracting, meaty hole. And he 
felt the mother's hands on his hips as they pushed him ever so slightly back 
and forth and the feeling of his dick going in and out of that soft meat 
seemed to drive him crazy and it wasn't long before he took over the motions 
himself and all she had to do was keep her arms around him so that he 
wouldn't pull out altogether. 

He was just about as hot as a seven-year-old boy could get and in his 
passion he tried to put his arms around the warm bodies but they were just a 
little too short so he wound up with his arms around the little girl and he 
could feel the backs of his arms rubbing against her mother's big tits. And 
as he pressed the little girl tightly to him, he reared his ass back and 
fucked as hard as he could into her mother's cunt. She kept it squeezed as 
tightly as she could and eventually she even began to feel the results of 
his actions. It wasn't a good fuck, but it was a very satisfactory tickle, 
and she knew that if he kept it up long enough she was going to be able to 
get her rocks off. 

He kept it up and she did. He could feel her hands quivering on his ass and 
pulling him jerkily into her and the shaking of her body transmitted itself 
right through the little girl's body and into his, and as she suddenly 
grabbed his ass in both hands and jammed his crotch up against hers, he 
could feel a warm, wet liquid soaking his dick and running down the inside 
of his thighs. She had shot a load that she must have been saving up ever 
since her husband died. 

As Mark lay in bed reminiscing, his hand almost unconsciously slid down 
between his legs inside his pajama pants and found that the memories had 
stirred his meat into an urgency of activity and as he gently massaged it, 
he recalled the events that followed. The wonderful woman with the little 
girl moved away when he was about twelve, and, therefore, he never did get 
to fuck the girl, who was about a year younger than him, but by that time, 
he was fucking her mother regularly, and the little girl helped him. He 
didn't need any help for the first fuck, but as he and her mother were lying 
there regaining their strength for the next round, she would heat them both 
up as she sucked some life back into his cock and her mother watched with 
pride as she watched almost his entire cock disappear into the little mouth. 
And as the beautiful thoughts flocked through his head and he jerked himself 
to a fast approaching climax, he wondered how Louis was making out with 
Carol all by himself. 

* * * 

Carol had been a bit disappointed at finding only one boy there, but she 
figured that it was better than nothing and she had better just make the 
best of it. She was glad to find that Louis had heard about her new 
requirements and was even gladder to hear that he approved of them. Right 
now she was lying on her back, holding her legs high in the air and spread 
them wide apart with her hands under her knees in order to give him all the 
working room he needed, but as she felt the eager tongue dig into her 
sensitive flesh, she knew that she wouldn't be able to hold that position 
for long. The way he was going at it, she was sure that this wasn't the 
first time that he had eaten a pussy. 

Carol didn't know it, but Louis had a very pretty and very horny sister who 
was about twenty-three years old and married. She never did let him fuck 
her, as even though she was a hot bitch, she did have some sense. In the 
first place, she was looking forward to getting married some day and she 
wanted to save her cherry, but the main reason was that she was scared to 
death of getting pregnant by her own brother. But she never heard of a girl 
getting pregnant from swallowing a boy's come and she also knew that a boy's 
spit in her vagina wouldn't get her pregnant. So it didn't take much to 
figure out the safest way for her to get her cookies off, especially after 
she had given him a sample blow-job. 

And they continued their fun and games right up to the present, whenever her 
husband was safely out of the house. She continued her part all the way 
through, but it was necessary for him to lay off for a short while after the 
baby was born. So as it stood now, Carol's pussy was only an appetizer. He 
would be having the main meal sometime this evening when his sister's 
husband went out for a night of bowling. And this worked out very good in 
another way, because he knew damn well that he was going to get his nuts off 
in Carol at least a couple of times, and that would make the coming blow-job 
from his sister even better 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was Friday morning and the girls again met the boys in the woods, and as 
Aggie had done for the last couple of days, she stayed out of the mainstream 
of events. It was just about a week now since she had her cherry broken, and 
ner pussy was coming along just fine. However, she had decided to wait until 
Saturday and sort of have an anniversary party. So after first making 
arrangements with the boys to meet right there Saturday morning and then go 
to their new secluded spot near the golf course, they settled down to 
business. 

Although Phil had fucked Ellen a couple of times during the week, Ellen had 
pretty much gotten used to Jim's bigger dick, and was beginning to prefer 
it. So although Jim was getting most of the pussy now, Phil was far from 
being left out as Aggie's mouth was just as eager as it had ever been. In 
fact, she was even able to do a better job now since she was no longer so 
curious about what Ellen was doing and could concentrate a little more on 
what she was doing. And Phil really appreciated the renewed concentration as 
he felt the head of his hard dick sliding into Aggie's tight, hot throat. 

Aggie didn't even bother taking her clothes off this time as they were 
planning on making this a short session and saving themselves for tomorrow, 
so as he sat down on the grass she just kneeled down between his legs and 
unzipped his pants and took out the already stiff meat and took it straight 
into her mouth. He was sitting up, propped by his outstretched arms in back 
of him and was looking directly at Ellen and Jim. What he was seeing made 
his cock get even bigger and harder in Aggie's mouth and although she 
thought that it was because of the exceptional job that she was doing, it 
was actually because Phil was watching Jim's cock pumping in and out of 
Ellen's body and he just couldn't wait until tomorrow when he would again be 
doing that to Ellen. 

* * * 

It had been a good morning, but none of them had any more that day as they 
were hoping to get themselves really in the mood for a terrific session in 
the morning. The trouble was, the lack of nookie all day and the thought of 
the frolic in the woods the next day made them all hot as hell that evening. 
And when Carol got home at her normal hour of nine-thirty, she found her 
parents still sitting in the living room watching television, but there was 
no sign of Jim. He wasn't in his room, so she asked her folks if he was 
still out somewhere, but they told her that he was probably down in the 
basement. That was unusual for him at this time of night, so she decided 
that she would put on her old-fashioned sneak act once more and see if she 
could catch him in something that might liven up the evening. She figured 
that he was still jerking off, as she didn't know anything about his 
girlfriends, but since she was so busy with her own sex life, she hadn't 
bothered to try catching him any more. But right now, she was just in the 
mood. 

She knew that if he was doing anything out of the ordinary, he would be on 
his guard, knowing that there was a household of people, and any one of them 
could come down at any time. He'd be out of sight of the door, but close 
enough so that he would be able to hear the door opening. That is, providing 
that someone who didn't have a sneaky mind opened it. She giggled as she 
thought to herself about her sneaky mind and she turned the doorknob so 
slowly that it didn't make the slightest click and pushed the door open so 
slowly that its movement was almost imperceptible. 

He must have had just one small light on at the far end because as she 
peeked through the crack, the light was so dim that she could just barely 
make out the outlines of the objects below her. And as far as she could see, 
he was not one of the objects. He must have been at the other end where the 
light was. And what would he be doing off in a corner like that if he wasn't 
doing something that he didn't want seen? She knew now that she would have 
to see it, so she opened the door just wide enough to slip through and close 
it silently behind her. So far so good. Now if she could only make it down 
the stairs without tripping over something or making a step creak. 

When she got to the bottom of the stairs she was in the shadows and felt a 
lot more confident. She knew he wouldn't be able to see her, but she had to 
stop and listen for a couple of minutes to try to find out where he was. 
Even after hardly breathing for awhile, everything remained so quiet that 
she was beginning to doubt that he was actually down there. She knew that 
jerking off wouldn't make any noise, and she was afraid that if he were 
doing that, her first clue would come when he started breathing heavily, and 
by that time it would be too late. She had to take a chance and move around 
a little and hope that he was so busy that he wouldn't notice her. She stuck 
close to the walls where most of the furniture and things were and tried to 
blend in with the shadows as she made her way toward the far end. 

The light was coming from a small table lamp with a small, shade-covered 
bulb on it right in the comer of the basement, and there was a settee in 
front of it. She was approaching the back of the settee and she still 
couldn't see him. He had to be lying down on it and she was beginning to 
think that he was either just lying there reading or had fallen asleep. She 
wanted to peek around the end of it but couldn't decide which end to go to 
as she had no idea where his head was. If she wound up at his feet, he would 
be sure to see her right away, and she didn't want that to happen if he was 
doing what she hoped he was. She decided to just take a chance, so she 
crouched down low and went to the end closet to her and looked up over the 
arm. It worked out just fine. 

She was looking at the top of his head and down the length of his body and 
the line of his body was broken only by the tall meaty mast that was 
sticking up right about in the middle of it. She held her breath, not only 
because she was trying to be quiet, but because she was amazed at the size 
of it. Her kid brother was hung about as good as any of the boys she went 
with. She was going to let him know of her presence all right, but not 
because she wanted to tease him any more, she wanted some of that. 

He wasn't actually jerking it, but just more or less slowly and lovingly 
massaging it, and he was so deep in his own thoughts that he not only didn't 
notice that she was there, but he had no idea in the world that his sister 
was now standing up in back of him and stripping herself naked. And it 
wasn't until she walked around and stood alongside of him that she saw how 
really far gone he was. Instead of jumping and going into shock as she had 
expected him to, he continued to he there with his eyes closed and a silly 
smile on his face and his hand continued to gently massage the long fat 
cock. She knew that she had to take over the action, and she just stood 
there for a couple of minutes trying to decide how to.go about it. 

She kneeled down next to the couch and when his hand was down at the bottom 
of his dick leaving a long, meaty rod sticking out of his fist, she reached 
over and grabbed hold of it and took over the massaging action. His eyes 
opened wide all right, then became as big as saucers as the first thing he 
saw was a pair of beautiful pink-tipped tits almost resting on his chest 
just inches below his chin. Neither Aggie nor Ellen had a pair of boobs like 
that and he had to blink his eyes as he looked up at the smiling face to 
make sure he hadn't fallen asleep and was dreaming. He wasn't dreaming. It 
was Carol, and she was as naked as a jaybird, and she was beating his meat 
for him and enjoying every minute of it. 

Right now he was too stunned to do anything else but just he back and see 
what she was going to do. He knew what she was doing, all right, but the way 
she was smiling at hi, he had no doubt that she had much more in mind. He 
was sure she didn't have any evil ideas in mind, such as teasing him about 
it or blackmailing him, or she wouldn't be stripped to the skin herself. He 
still had all his clothes on, and only his hard-on was sticking out of his 
fly and he thought fleetingly that she was taking an awful chance being like 
that with their parents sitting in the living room right over their heads. 
But the thought didn't last long as he felt his cock swelling even more in 
her hand. 

Carol was so hot now that she never even gave a thought to the idea that one 
of the folks might decide to come down and see what they were doing, or to 
tell them that it was time to go to bed. All she knew was that she now had 
another cock. And the best part about this cock was that it was readily 
available. It was right here in her own house and she wouldn't have to worry 
about going twenty-four hours without one anymore. The way her brother's 
eyes were fastened on her tits, she knew that he would give it to her any 
time she wanted it. like right now. But it was too late to get a fuck out of 
it now as she could feel it beginning to pulsate in her hand and she knew 
that he was about to blow his load, but she wasn't going to let this load go 
to waste. 

His stomach was tightening as it went into his final throes and he watched 
as she moved quickly down toward his waist and lean over him. All he could 
see was the mass of long, silky hair covering the area around his crotch but 
he could feel the soft lips closing around the head of his dick as her hand 
continued its round trip along his throbbing shaft. She made no attempt to 
get any more than the head into her mouth, but from the way she was sucking 
on it, he thought that she was not only going to get his come, but also draw 
his balls right up out of their sack. He squeezed as hard as he cold to try 
to hold it back so that he could enjoy the feel of that hot, wet cavern for 
just a little while longer, but he found that he no longer had any control 
over himself. 

She didn't let up on her sucking for even a second as the spongy head 
swelled to its utmost capacity and emitted a hot forceful stream of cream 
that splashed all the way back into the opening of her throat. By the time 
she had sucked the last of the liquid out of the hot, smooth head, her mouth 
was just about completely full and she brushed her hair back off her face as 
she looked up at him and swallowed it. He watched her throat work as it went 
down and saw her smile again as she licked her lips. Just the thought of 
what his sister had just done to him was enough to keep his cock as rigid as 
it was before she had started. And when she looked at it, she knew that the 
party was not over yet. She was not only going to get what she wanted, but 
she was going to get it good. 

The only problem that remained was their parents. Chances were very small 
that they would come down, but the chance still remained. Carol, however, 
had an idea. It was Friday night, so they weren't required to go to bed 
early as they were on a school night, so she said she would put on her dress 
and go upstairs and get a deck of cards. She would tell them that she and 
Jim were going to play cards for awhile in the basement. They would play 
down there so in case they wanted to go to bed they wouldn't be disturbed by 
any noise from the living room. And when she went up and told them, they 
thought it was a good idea as they were just about to go up to bed. All they 
told her was not to stay up too late. 

She fiddled around upstairs for awhile to make sure they were safely away 
foi the night and she was bubbling with joy as she returned to the basement, 
and she had her dress off again even before she reached the couch where Jim 
was waiting for her. By the time she reached him, she didn't even notice 
that she had forgotten to bring the cards down. All she wanted to was to 
make sure that he was still in the same condition as when she had left him 
and as she sat down beside him, she put her hand on the crotch of his pants 
and found that he hadn't lost one bit of his interest. 

She told him that they had gone to bed and it was safe for them to have some 
fun and that was all he wanted to hear. Of course, he had surmised that as 
soon as he saw that she was naked again, but he had still been a little 
leery. Now, nothing mattered, and he stood up and started to take his own 
clothes off. She was interested in his whole body, of course, but after 
giving it a rather cursory inspection, her attention focused on the most 
important part. She sat there sprawled backward on the couch with her legs 
spread wide apart and he never took his eyes off the pussy all the time he 
was getting undressed, and so as he finally stood there naked, his dick was 
so hard that it was sticking up at about a forty-five degree angle and her 
mouth began to water as she stared at the huge pair of balls that seemed to 
be hanging halfway down his thighs as the big meaty eggs hung like weights 
in the bottom of the slightly hairy sack. 

As much as she wanted to feel that big cock in her vagina, she just couldn't 
help examining that wonderful pair of nuts a little closer and as she put 
her hands out to him and grabbed the backs of his thighs, he stepped right 
up to her in anticipation. He thought for a minute that she was going to 
suck him again as he saw her head moving toward him, but as he looked down 
at the top of her head he could see that she was a little too low and as her 
forehead pressed his cock back up against his belly, he could feel her 
tongue licking teasingly around the bottom of his balls. She found that she 
couldn't work on them very good from this angle, though, and without even 
knowing how she did it, he found himself sitting on the couch with his legs 
wide open and her kneeling on the floor between them. 

She put her hands under his knees and pushed them up, and he got the idea 
right away. He put his own hands under his knees and pulled his legs up in 
the air as he slumped back on the couch. He wasn't sure what she had in 
mind, but he recognized that she was very, very hot and whatever she wanted 
to do was all right with him. He gasped as a ticklish sensation ran all 
through his body when she opened her mouth as wide as she could and he 
realized that she was trying to get one of his balls in her mouth. She just 
about managed to get it through her lips and it was so big that it pushed 
her tongue back in her mouth and he felt as if he was about to come again as 
he felt the flat of her tongue wrapping itself around his nut as she licked 
it and sucked on it at the same time. He didn't know where his sister had 
learned these things, but one thing he did know, she was a pro. 

But she didn't linger too long over her evening snack, as the feeling in her 
belly told her that she had better do something about her throbbing cunt 
before it took care of its needs all by itself. She released his balls and 
stood up and pulled him to his feet and then lay back down on the couch 
herself. Her throat was so choked with emotion that she wasn't able to 
explain to him what she wanted, but there really was no need to, anyway. As 
soon as he saw her legs fly up in the air and stretch so wide apart that she 
looked as if she would split apart at the crotch, he knew just what his next 
move would be and he made it. 

He had no trouble positioning himself between the outstretched legs and the 
only trouble he did have was in holding his superbly rigid cock until he 
could guide it into the glistening wet hole. When he did get it in, it was 
still so stiff that he thought it would lift her ass up in the air with it 
when he let go. But all it did was drive a satisfied moan from her lips when 
he drove it all the way into her body. She certainly was no cherry and as 
far as he was concerned, that was all the better for him. She was still nice 
and snug and thoroughly satisfying. 

Neither one of them realized that they had hardly spoken a word to each 
other all the while they were down there, and yet it seemed the most natural 
thing in the world for them to be lying there on the couch tightly entwined 
in each other's arms as his ass bounced up and down and he rammed his hard 
cock as deep and as hard into her guts as he possibly could. And it seemed 
as if they had been doing it all their lives from the way she just 
automatically responded by ramming her pussy up to meet him until their 
crotches came together with a satisfying, meaty slap. Both of them knew that 
this was the beginning of a long and happy union. Neither of them thought 
about the dangers of a brother getting his sister pregnant. And Carol 
wouldn't have worried about it anyway. If she had tried to figure it out, 
she would have come to the conclusion that as long as she had been fucking, 
she must have had at least a couple of quarts of come pumped into her and 
nothing had happened yet. 

It didn't take long for Carol to let go and as she thrashed about in the 
delicious throes of her orgasm she was glad that she had given him that 
blow-job first. His frantic thrusting in and out of the wet juicy hole just 
added to the flames and she was almost delirious with passion as the orgasm 
just seemed to continue on and on. And Jim, knowing that he was now driving 
his sister mad only continued to pound away that much harder with a 
beautiful assist by the white hot tension that was again building up inside 
his own groin. He swung his ass from side to side and up and down as he went 
in and out, rubbing and exquisitely torturing every part of the inside of 
her vagina until she was in such a terrific frenzy that she felt as if she 
was actually trying to throw him off her. 

She wasn't, of course, but she f It as if every nerve in her body was on 
fire and was about to burn right out through her flesh, and her whole body 
was kicking and jerking and jumping under the pounding that her exploding 
pussy was taking. His ass and legs were jerking so badly now also that they 
seemed to be like two puppets blending together as if they were being 
operated by the same set of strings. He rammed his ass down as hard as he 
could one last time and it felt to her as if the head of his dick had 
pierced right through into her uterus as she felt his hot stream splashing 
against the inside of her cavity. The feeling caused her to come again, and 
this one was like nothing she had ever felt before. 

A kaleidoscopic ball of brilliant fireworks went off inside of her head and 
she let out a scream that would leave him deaf in one ear for the rest of 
the night. But it was a good thing that the side of his head was there to 
absorb most of the noise or their parents might have heard it clear up in 
the upstairs bedroom. 

The piercing sound also served to startle them out of their reverie and they 
clung to each other as they waited to see if it was going to bring any 
reaction from above. After a few minutes they figured that even if it was 
heard, the folks would probably just think that they were just getting 
excited over the card game and be glad that they were not playing in the 
living room. 

They sat up on the couch side by side and when Carol looked at him and 
smiled again, the ringing in his ears was so bad that he couldn't tell 
whether she was saying anything or not. She just laughed as he pounded, his 
hand against the side of his head to try to get the ringing to stop, but 
ringing or no ringing, it was worth every bit of it, and he put his arms 
around Carol and drew her to him and gave her a big kiss on the mouth. He 
didn't know about the other boys that she had on her string and he was 
thinking to himself that if she was so hungry for sex, maybe he ought to 
invite her to the little party in the woods tomorrow. 

He decided to take a chance and when he told her all about it, about the 
girl that he fucked all the time, and the little girl who just had her 
cherry broken last week and was going to get her first good fuck tomorrow, 
and all the blow-jobs and so forth, he was actually surprised at her 
reaction. She was delighted. She definitely wanted to join the party. She 
wanted to watch the little girls getting fucked. As much as she had done it, 
she had never seen anybody else doing it. And not only that, but the thought 
of having a little fun with a couple of young girls intrigued her also. 
Maybe after the boys had been all fucked out, she and the other girls could 
get together and take care of themselves. Actually, she had never even 
though about using girls to satisfy herself before, but the more that Jim 
described them and their actions, the more she thought it might be a good 
idea. Why not? She was very much into the pussy eating thing now, and who 
should know better how to satisfy a girl's pussy than another girl. She 
could hardly wait until tomorrow. 

As Jim lay in bed later that night, he wasn't able to go to sleep right 
away. He still couldn't get over what had happened to him tonight. But he 
was wondering if he should have told Carol about his other partners. How 
would they take it? 

Would they resent him bringing in another big, horny girl, and breaking up 
their perfect foursome? He had an idea that Phil would be all for it, but 
how about Ellen and Aggie? Well, it was done now and there was nothing he 
could do but wait until tomorrow and see what happened. If he had known 
about the ideas that Carol had in mind to liven things up a bit, he wouldn't 
have worried about it at all. When Carol got through with the girls, they 
would both love every inch of her body. 

* * * 

Aggie was in bed now, too, but she wasn't sleeping either, and she couldn't 
quite figure out why. Was it because she was anxious for tomorrow to come or 
was it because she was apprehensive about it? Was she ready for it yet? She 
knew she wanted it and she wanted it badly, but she was still troubled about 
it. Not as bad as she had been the night before she lost her cherry, but 
enough to make her toss and turn and wonder exactly what her trouble was. 
Maybe it was the thought of how much it hurt when she had first got fucked. 
She didn't expect the next fuck to go as smoothly as all of Ellen's fucks 
did now, but she knew it would be a lot better than the first time. Even 
Ellen had told her that it was uncomfortable for the first few times after 
she had lost her cherry, but the more she did it, the better it got. Well, 
Aggie was starting on her way now, and although she knew that it wouldn't be 
easy in the beginning, she couldn't wait until the day when she and Ellen 
could he down side by side in the grass and get fucked together and come 
together. 

As she thought about it, she slipped her hand inside the elastic of her 
pajama bottoms and gently rubbed her tender mound. Pretty soon her middle 
finger slipped into the top of the crack and worked its way down over the 
hardening clit and dug around looking for the little hole. And it was still 
little. She could get her finger in it with no trouble now, but the meat 
still felt tight around her finger, and she knew damn well that Phil's dick 
was a lot bigger than her finger. Maybe if she worked on it a little bit 
tonight she could get it a little looser in preparation for tomorrow. She 
stuck her finger in as far as it would go and tried wiggling it around. It 
felt good, all right, but it still felt awfully small, like it had 
contracted again during the week that she had left it alone. 

As she ran her finger around the inside of her hole, she remembered how 
Ellen had once shoved a frankfurter down her throat to see how good she 
would be at sucking cocks. It had been tight in her throat, too, but it had 
gone down pretty easy and after she had practiced it for awhile, she was 
well prepared to take the entire length of a real cock. Phil's cock had slid 
down deliriously easy and it wasn't long until she was able to take Jim's 
bigger cock. And now she could take Jim's cock so easy, that she was 
confident that she wouldn't have much trouble with a full-sized man's cock. 
In fact, she was looking forward .to trying it. 

But what she was really thinking about, was that if a frankfurter had done 
so much for her throat, why couldn't it do the same for her cunt? She was 
sure there were some frankfurters downstairs in the kitchen. She listened 
carefully to make sure that everything was quiet upstairs. It was pretty 
late, so her folks were most-likely asleep and even if they weren't it 
wouldn't make any difference as she could just tell them that' she went down 
for a glass of milk or something if they asked her about it, but this was a 
very private thing and she would prefer that nobody even knew that she got 
up. 

She sipped out of her room quietly and tiptoed down the stairs in her bare 
feet and went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. The frankfurters 
were there all right, in the cold tray at the bottom. She hadn't thought of 
that. She wouldn't be able to warm it up on the stove, and she didn't 
exactly relish the idea of sticking a cold hot dog up her pussy. She decided 
to take it up with her anyway, and maybe she could warm it up with her hands 
or something. 

She got back to her room without being heard, she hoped, and climbed back on 
her bed. It almost froze her hands at first, but she continued to grip it 
first in one hand and then the other until it began to thaw a little. Then 
she got a better idea. Her throat was nice and warm, why not practice her 
cock-sucking until it was warm enough to put in her pussy? She pulled the 
pillow down until she was resting the tops of her shoulders on it and leaned 
her head way back and opened her mouth wide. She could feel a stirring 
between her legs as she held the frankfurter by one end and slid it down 
into her mouth and kept pushing until it was deeply embedded in her throat. 

It was still pretty cold, but it didn't bother her as the heat in her body 
was building up enough to counteract it. As she slid it in and out of her 
mouth and it began to warm up, it didn't take too much imagination to turn 
it into a real cock, and especially with her eyes closed and her other hand 
working on her pussy she could see herself lying on the soft grass under the 
trees getting fucked in the mouth and the cunt at the same time. It was a 
very intriguing idea, and only made her all the more anxious to get her 
pussy in shape. Just picture it. Phil fucking her from one end and Jim from 
the other, and Ellen standing there cheering them on. Of course Ellen would 
have to be well taken care of, too, because if it wasn't for her, none of 
this would have ever happened. Well, maybe not ever, but it probably would 
have been a long time and Aggie would still be playing with her cherry cunt. 

She shoved the frankfurter down her throat one last time and held her breath 
as she reached down with both hands and pushed her pajama bottoms down her 
legs and kicked them off her feet. Then she pulled the frankfurter from her 
mouth and spread her legs as wide apart as she could and pulled her knees 
up. She held her pussy lips open with the fingers of her left hand while she 
searched for her vagina with the other. When she found it, she held the 
little hole open with the left fingers and guided the end of the hot dog 
into it. 

The meat was not quite as big around or as rigid as Phil's dick, but she 
still had trouble getting it in. It didn't really hurt, but she could feel 
it stretching the hole, and when she did get. a couple of inches of it in, 
it felt almost too tight. It was still wet from her throat, and her vagina 
had supplied a little fluid of its own, so she did manage to keep pushing it 
in without it binding very much, but it was awfully uncomfortable. She knew 
that the frankfurter was only a little bit longer than Phil's cock, so she 
gritted her teeth and kept working it slowly in until she was only holding 
it by about an inch on the end. She just left it in there for awhile and 
squeezed down on it, contracting and relaxing the muscles of her vagina 
until she felt them slowly begin to expand enough so that it felt as if it 
was starting to accept the presence of the big intruder. 

Slowly she began to work it in and out, and although it was still a bit 
tight, it felt much better and again if she closed her eyes, she could 
picture Phil on the other end of the meat instead of her hand. The belly 
that had begun to lose some of its heat when she first put it in, was now 
beginning to come alive again. Her vagina was waking up and she was actually 
starting to get some satisfaction out of it as she began to ram the meat in 
and out of her body faster and faster and she was delighted to find that the 
sensation was working its way up from the area of her pussy right into the 
very depths of her insides. Her breath was coming in short puffs now, and it 
was starting to feel every bit as good as when she played with her clit with 
her fingers. She was definitely making progress. Maybe pretty soon she would 
even be able to shoot a load the way Ellen could not. And from the sparks 
that were beginning to saturate her insides, she had an idea that it might 
be sooner than she expected. Why not? Ellen was the same age as her. Maybe 
if she could get her body worked up to the proper pitch, it would give her a 
liquid response also. 

She got no such violent response that night, although she did have what 
might be called several very acceptable orgasms. What she did accomplish, 
though, was a feeling of confidence about tomorrow. She was sure now that 
she would be able to take all the dick that Phil could give her, and that 
would be a very good first step on the way up to Jim's dick, and from there 
on, who knows? When she began to feel sleepy finally, she pulled the 
frankfurter out of her vagina for the last time, and not knowing what else 
to do with it, she ate it, and turned over and went happily to sleep. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The sun rose early on a bright Saturday morning and so did all the parties 
who were due to meet in the woods later on in the morning. And although they 
didn't even know yet that the other existed, both Carol and Aggie were the 
most anxious ones. Well, it wouldn't be fair to say that Carol didn't know 
that Aggie existed, but she had never seen her and only knew her as a name, 
the same as Ellen. But she at least had an idea of what was going to happen, 
whereas Aggie only thought that she knew. 

The morning passed, as it usually does, and Aggie found herself walking down 
the street, and although they hadn't planned on meeting before going to the 
woods, she ran into Ellen just coming out of her street. They walked the 
rest of the way together, talking and giggling over the coming events. Aggie 
wasn't nervous at all now. She was just anxious to get on with it. But she 
didn't tell Ellen about her session with the frankfurter last night, as she 
was afraid that she might laugh at her, but she did tell her that her pussy 
was ready and raring to go. She didn't need to ask Ellen about hers, because 
she knew that Ellen's pussy was ready at any time. Ellen told Aggie that she 
couldn't wait to see her get her first good piercing, as except for the time 
that Ellen got her cherry busted, she had never watched a girl get fucked 
before. 

When they reached the first spot in the woods where they always met the boys 
in the morning, there was no one there, as they figured that they had gone 
on ahead over to the edge of the woods near the golf course. Aggie and Ellen 
made their way through the thicker trees and underbrush and as they were 
nearing the try sting place, they heard voices. They were expecting to hear 
voices, of course, but what caused them to come to a sudden stop was that 
one of the voices sounded like a girl's. What would a girl be doing there? 
Maybe some other couple was already using their spot. They decided to creep 
forward quietly and see what was going on. 

They saw, all right, and they were surprised as hell. Jim and Phil were 
there, and there was another girl with them. A big, very pretty girl, and 
Jim was holding her dress up and showing her legs and probably her pussy, 
too, to Phil. Jim and the girl had their backs to them, but Phil was 
standing facing them. He couldn't see them, though, as his wide eyes were 
glued on a spot just below her waist. And the girl was giggling as Jim 
seemed to be running his hand along her thigh and Phil was intently 
examining whatever it was that she was showing him. 

Aggie and Ellen didn't know what to do now. Should they turn around and go 
back? No, they couldn't do that. The boys knew damn well that they were 
coming, so this girl must be just another one that they had somehow induced 
to join their little club. They decided to go right on up to them and find 
out what was going on. And the boys were so intent on the girl's naked pussy 
that they didn't even notice the other two girls until they were standing 
right there with them looking at the new pussy, too. 

The sudden discovery that the girls were there surprised Carol and the boys 
just as much as the girls were surprised to see another girl there. It 
wasn't actually the fact that the girls were there that unnerved them, but 
the fact that they managed to sneak right up on them without anyone noticing 
them. Now they realized how important it was to make sure that someone was 
on the lookout. Suppose it had been one of their neighbors or some friends 
of their parents that just happened to be taking a stroll through the woods! 

Anyway, when they all settled down and regained their composure, Jim 
introduced Carol to the girls, and the way that Carol smiled at them made 
them both like her immediately. They figured that she was going to be a fun 
addition to their group. But actually, behind Carol's smile was a deep 
satisfaction as she looked over the two little girls. They were young and 
tender and pretty, and above all, they were knowledgeable. Maybe not about 
what she had in mind for them, but it wouldn't be too big a step from what 
they were doing now to what she hoped to persuade them to do. She also was 
thinking that they were going to be a fun pair. 

Since the first act was going to be the fucking of Aggie by Phil, Carol 
would have to hold her passion back for awhile. Jim had told her of the 
importance of this fuck and she didn't want to interrupt the kids' ceremony. 

No need to be pushy Carol knew that these young people were ripe for some 
extra lessons in life and sex. And when she saw the now naked of bodies of 
Aggie and Phil she was assured that the teacher world get as much out of the 
lessons as the pupils did. 


 THE END
