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story_codes: Mmmm+/g(11), first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: It is the grand opening of the city's refurbished waterfront area and four young daughters of one of the principal planners are thrilled to be able to attend such a grown-up event. The oldest. Elsbeth, sneaks off with the slightly older kids for kissing games that eventually lead to the eleven year-old losing her cherry. But Elsbeth's sexual initiation is only starting as the other boys share her. And when she thinks she's finally alone, she soon understand that she has much more to learn about the pleasures of her body from someone with more experience. 


story_language: English





Grand Openings, part 1

Written by madvlad


	The gate opened, allowing the stretch limo to glide smoothly past without slowing. From inside the tinted windows, the sculptures of colored glass and lighting paraded by to the exclamations of delight from the younger passengers. In the forward-facing seat in the rear, Ellen took her husband's hand in a gesture of pride and affection.

	"Daddy!" Bianca asked. "Did you really build all this?"

	Marty chuckled as he tried to explain his role to his four daughters again.

	"What I did was to organize the investing that made this possible," he said to the seven year-old. 

	"But you don't have a vest," Gisele pointed out as she sought to dismantle one of those long and confusing words that grown-ups like to toss about. "So you can't put stuff in a vest."

	"You think they would teach kindergartners about investing," Ellen said with bemusement as their youngest turned her attention back to the crystalline wonders of Harbor Crest.

	What had been a decaying stretch of riverfront warehouses and decrepit piers had been reclaimed as a premium area of arts, entertainment, dining and hotels. Working from various conceptual ideas of what to do with the three mile-long eyesore, Marty had drawn in investors and worked with the more creative visionaries to build a small kingdom of state-of-the-art palaces and parks. 

	Tonight was to be the grand opening of the place, dubbed Harbor Crest, where the movers and the shakers would get a view of the area from a small cruise ship docked on the waterfront. The ship was designed to blend in with the rest of Harbor Crest and was meant for multi-day or weeklong cruises. But tonight's maiden voyage would only take a few hours while the passengers enjoyed the party. And of course there would be celebrities like...

	"And Stevie Darrow will really be there?" Elsbeth asked for perhaps the twentieth time.

	"Yes," answered Marty and Ellen together.

	Although Elsbeth tried to comport herself with more dignity than her younger siblings, the eleven year-old couldn't help blushing and releasing an uttering of excitement. At two years Elsbeth's junior, Andie was less restrained in voicing her thrills. While not quite as entranced by the mention of the teenage pop star, Bianca and Gisele added their squeals to the mix as they emulated their big sisters' excitement.

	Marty theatrically clapped his hands over her ears while Ellen laughed, remembering her preadolescent crushes well. Their offspring had taken after their mother in their blonde-haired, blue-eyed coloring. As Ellen mentally inspected their dresses for any smudges or other problems, she reflected on the preparations for tonight.

	Elsbeth had insisted on a more grown-up party dress - not a "kid's dress" - especially since there would be other attendees around her age there. Ellen realized wistfully that she and her husband's eldest was no longer a little girl but on the verge of becoming a woman. Well, a very young woman with still some child in her. 

	After much negotiation, Ellen and Elsbeth had agreed on a white strapless dress that ended an inch or so above the knees - no micro-skirt dimensions would be tolerated. On that subject, even Marty weighed in although he usually avoided any issue involving fashion among the female members of the family who greatly outnumbered him.

	With that settled, Elsbeth, a devoted reader of 'tween and young teen magazines and websites, declared that she must not have any white lines showing on her bared shoulders. So on the back deck of their home, she sunned herself after pushing the straps of her bathing suit down from her shoulders to get an even tan. 

	"Don't forget to put your suit on right when you get up," Bianca had warned her sister. "Or else it will fall down and everyone will see your boobies."

	"Elsbeth has boobies!" Gisele squealed as she and Bianca collapsed in a fit of giggles. 

	Elsbeth rolled her eyes at the injustice of having sisters who were so immature and then settled in to bake for a while.

	Andie had always been in awe of her older sister and tried to be like her. But while Elsbeth had something of an innate poise, Andie was a little more awkward. Still, she too wanted a grown-up dress like Elsbeth and had been quite happy with the red one similar to her sister's. However, Andie was too interested in playing than to worry about lying still and tanning out the pale lines on her shoulders.

	Bianca wasn't interested in getting a new dress as she had her eyes on a yellow dress still in Andie's closet that had been outgrown more than a year ago. In style and fit, and it was quite suitable for a seven year-old and that left three daughters taken care of. 

	Ellen had quickly settled on a white party dress with pink accents for Gisele who agreed it was quite pretty. But when they returned home, Gisele was very concerned that it would meet with Elsbeth's approval. Elsbeth had been a little more distant with her younger sisters of late as part of an awkward phase of growing up - she was very sensitive about doing anything that might be "for little kids".

	When Gisele anxiously approached Elsbeth in her new dress and asked her opinion, Elsbeth smiled and gave her baby sister a hug, assuring her she looked just like a princess. Higher praise could not have been sought for Gisele and Ellen was proud of Elsbeth for her thoughtfulness.

	The party was in full swing before the ship cast off. With plenty of attentive crew and serving staff about, Ellen had been told not to worry about their children wandering off into trouble. As the ship pulled away from the pier, she found herself cornered by an English movie star whose age had finally made him progress from leading roles those where he played the learned and distinguished mentor for the protagonist. 

	Still, he was charmingly roguish and was definitely trying to hit on Ellen who felt quite flattered although the only man she would consider getting in bed with was her husband. She kept checking on her daughters, less concerned about them causing trouble than hoping they were having a good time. 

	There were about ten other boys and girls around Elsbeth's age - eleven to maybe thirteen years old. Although Elsbeth was maybe the youngest, she fit in well with the other girls as they surrounded Stevie Darrow, the pop singer, to pepper him with questions and get autographs and photos. The boys tried to look indifferent although Ellen could read their envy. But after a while, the boys and girls left to check out other areas on the ship with Elsbeth with them.

	Whether he was image-savvy or genuinely a nice guy, Stevie also paid attention to Andie, Bianca and Gisele; none of whom had other children their ages on board. He made them laugh and led them about on a tour of the main ballroom. Eventually, Bianca and Gisele found a new friend in a striking young Hispanic woman who seemed quite taken with the pair as she patiently listened to their lengthy dissertations about the princesses from the movie "Frozen".

	Andie looked a bit put out, having been distracted by Stevie when Elsbeth and her new friends left without her. Sensing her loneliness, Stevie kept her company, earning approval points from Ellen before Marty rescued her from the tipsy Englishman and they circulated about happily in each other's company. 

	With a low grinding noise, the empty wine bottle spun to a stop with its open top pointing at Elsbeth like the eye of a predator spying its prey. Elsbeth stomach quivered slightly in excitement as she got up a little unsteadily - the wine bottle and a twin had both been full when two of the boys liberated them before the group found their way to the top observation deck.

	It was a perfect place to play "Spin the Bottle" as it was isolated from the partygoers below. There were chairs and chaise lounges arranged around the edges and in two corners there were beach towels which the kids placed on the deck to sit. Randy, a thirteen year-old who had already been paired with Elsbeth twice before with the bottle, led her to one of the lounges to make out again.

	Being the youngest girl in the group, Elsbeth had hoped she didn't appear too eager or nervous when it came to drinking the wine and kissing. While she had played kissing games a few times recently, it was with Randy this evening that she first felt the tongue of a boy against hers. It was like wet electricity exploding in her mouth at that first contact and as the touch progressed she felt her nipples hardening beneath her dress. When they returned the circle, Elsbeth was worried as to whether her stiffness was showing through the fabric. But she didn't dare check herself and decided her secret was safe when no one else commented.

	The second time she and Randy French kissed, those charges in her body reached lower, making her feel warm and tingly in her groin. In recent explorations, she had managed to get some of those feelings while hesitantly exploring herself with one timid finger. But with no direct contact down there, Randy had made those feelings more intense.  

	Another girl, Debra, was a year older than Elsbeth and also seemed to be new to this kind of stuff while the other kids seemed to have known each other already. Debra, a plump but pretty girl with lush brown hair was more open in expressing her pleasure when she was taking her turn with a boy. Elsbeth tried to be cool and not pay attention, but like the others she made frequent glances at whatever pair was having their minute together. After the last spin, Elsbeth could have sworn she saw the boy, Mike, feeling one of Debra's generous young titties through her dress.

	Now as she sat and embraced Randy, Elsbeth wondered if he would be so bold. Ordinarily, she would have balked at the idea of a boy touching her there, but tonight she wouldn't mind it one bit if a hand sought her there. Maybe even in places under her dress.

	The idea made her head feel feverish as Randy's tongue slid against hers. When she had first begun drinking the wine, Elsbeth was worried she might get loopy and do or say something stupid. But with the alcohol running through her veins, she decided wine was good for making her feel bold; free of little-kid fears.

	As they swapped saliva, Elsbeth felt the answer to her wishes as fingers closed around one of her small, firm swellings. She wasn't nearly as big as Debra but hoped he wouldn't mind. Evidently he didn't as he kept squeezing her there. Elsbeth pressed her thighs together to counter the bubbling pressure rising in her sex. 

	"Don't stop there," another girl called out.

	Elsbeth froze, her tongue remaining still while Randy gave it a few more laps. His hand stayed on her breast and Elsbeth found herself wishing desperately that he wouldn't stop now, even if they had been discovered. When Randy withdrew his tongue, she wanted to cry.

	But the boy kept his hand on Elsbeth's chest and turned to the other kids, unafraid to show where he was touching his partner. 

	"Maybe she doesn't want to," he said with a hint of teasing in his voice. 

	"I bet she's never done it," Carly, a twelve year-old blonde challenged. 

	Randy turned back to Elsbeth and grinned. 

	"Have you ever done it?" he asked.

	It? Elsbeth's cheeks now felt like they were burning. The sensation crept to her ears and down the back of her neck. 

	"You mean sex?" she asked, her voice squeaking a little with the question.

	"Well, yeah."

	"Come on," Carly called. "I'm ready for it. I'm sick of the stupid bottle. Elsbeth and Debra can watch if they want."

	The other boys and girls got up, eager to make use of the chaise lounges.

	"I wanna do it!" Debra blurted. 

	"Have you done it before?" asked Mike.

	"Uh, no," the girl confessed. "But I really want to."

	That was all Mike needed as he took her by the wrist and led her to a lounge.

	Randy watched them for a moment and turned to Elsbeth.

	"You don't have to if you're not ready," he said gallantly although he couldn't conceal the timbre of disappointment in his voice.

	"I'll do it," Elsbeth responded, her voice sounding to her like it was coming from someone else.

	She found herself reclining backward with Randy following on top of her. Their tongues dueled while both of his hands kneaded her budding mounds. Although her back was pressed against the lounge, she felt like she was floating. Only the clumsy tugging at the top of her dress brought her back to reality. She understood that Randy wanted to touch her there - but without any clothing in the way.

	"Um, maybe if I unzip a little," she mumbled as she paused their tongue lock.

	With the zipper in back of her dress and mashed against the lounge, she couldn't reach under her to get at it.

	"Let me," Randy grunted as his now sweaty hands slipped under her until his fumbling fingers found the zipper and somehow managed to work it. "Yeah."

	He pulled at her dress, setting the preteen's freshly sprouted breasts free in the evening air. Any of Elsbeth's remaining concerns about their comparison in size with the other girls were allayed when Randy eagerly worked them in his fingers. 

	The kissing resumed and Randy's hands eventually slid from her chest. Elsbeth could feel her dress being pushed up from below; baring her legs to the young teen's touches. When his fingers toyed with the waistband of her panties, Elsbeth didn't dare move or make a sound. What was she supposed to do now?

	But Randy took her inaction as acquiescence had tugged the garment from her hips, canting them at alternating angles until they cleared her legs. Reaching between her slender thighs, he found her vulva free of any of the fuzz or soft sprinkling of hair he knew from the other girls. When he tested the cleft in the middle, he found her soupy just inside the parted labia. 

	"Oh, yeah," he breathed, fumbling at his pants.

	A soft cry made Elsbeth turn to look as Mike pushed down on Debra's plush body, taking her virginity. Like Elsbeth, Debra had her tits were displayed as the boy mashed against him, his pelvis working between the girl's thick thighs that were drawn up slightly.

	The touch of something spongy against her cunny against jerked Elsbeth back to her own situation. She looked up at Randy, whose eyes seemed feverishly wild with the same urgency she was feeling. He was going inside her mound, making her open inside and then pressing against something that was momentarily stopping him.

	When he pushed again, Elsbeth bit her lip and whined at the piercing pain that flared where they were joining. Randy kept jabbing into her and Elsbeth felt the pain evaporate as the boy's penis penetrated her virgin sheath. She didn't know how deep it would go as she was touched in that place for the first time. 

	Yes, she was doing it. Really doing it. She could feel his hardness moving in and out of her now, making her feel more heated and even wetter than before.

	Randy fucked rapidly, his adolescent lust fueled by the slick grip of eleven year-old's virgin tunnel compressing around him and nearly sucking at his cock. He knew only of his need to release, assuming his partner was getting the same. The boy's scrotum was tightening and with a breathy grunt, he ejaculated inside the preteen girl beneath him. 

	Elsbeth gasped at the bust of virile seed exploding inside of her barely ripening body. The act was complete and she lay dazed with the realization of the large step she had taken toward becoming a woman. In the glow of the surrounding party lights strung around the ship, she could see the stain on Randy's penis as he removed the wonderful thing that had just been inside her.

	"Oh, yeah," he said. "Sorry. When it's your first time..."

	"Uh huh," Elsbeth replied, sparing him any further words. She knew something like this would happen from the talks her mother had with her, using diagrams from a book for girls approaching puberty. Now she understood her body a little more. 

	Taking a towel from the deck, Randy politely wiped the seeping redness from Elsbeth's quim before doing the same from his wilted member. Then he sheepishly got up and went to where Carly was waiting. Elsbeth felt stunned. That was it?

	Another boy, this one twelve with red curly hair knelt on Elsbeth's lounge. She looked at him, surprised.

	"We always take turns," he explained. "You know, we all do it everybody else."

	"Oh," Elsbeth said, trying to be understanding but wishing Randy was with her. 

	But she didn't resist when the boy slid himself between her legs. 

	"This is better with you and Debra here," he said with a smile. "Usually, one of us has to wait since there are only four girls. But now we always get to do it while one of you waits."

	"Yeah," Elsbeth acknowledged.

	Although disappointed that her first lover had moved on, Elsbeth felt the welcome carnal reaction when the boy entered her. Ten minutes removed from losing her virgin status, the eleven year-old let her next partner have his way.

	Every boy had done it with her at least once. Elsbeth was glad that Randy had been one of the few to have her twice before the boys' steaming young libidos finally crashed after repeated sessions. Feeling sticky between her legs, Elsbeth suddenly felt embarrassed about using a towel there where the others could see although everyone had been having sex.

	"We'd better get back before someone comes looking for us," Mike said, drawing murmurs of agreement. 

	"Yeah, I'll be right down," Elsbeth called as she arranged the top of her dress in place and zipped the back.

	Once they were gone, the girl sighed and used a towel on her crotch. She could still feel the aftermath inside, but at least she was cleaner when she slipped her panties on. As she walked toward the stairs (they called them ladders on a ship, didn't they? she recalled from the earlier tour) leading down port side, she heard another voice - a man's voice - call to her. Turning she saw a man with gold braid on the shoulder boards of his white uniform jacket standing at the opening from the ladder coming up on the starboard side. What was the ship's captain doing here?

	"Did you enjoy yourself?" the captain asked lightly as he strode onto the deck.

	"Um, yes," Elsbeth answered slowly, the night concealing her sudden blush. "It's a very nice boat, er, ship. I was just walking around and...uh..."

	"Do you often walk around on your back with one boy after another bouncing on top of you? I could see you from the service catwalk just aft of the bridge."

	Despite the cool air, Elsbeth was starting to sweat.

	"Oh, that....uh...we were just, um...playing around. You know, goofing off."

	"I know sex when I see it," the captain clarified in a mild voice. "You know, as captain, I'm responsible for everything that happens on the ship. And I do mean everything. Being responsible, I'll have to explain this to your parents."

	"No, please," Elsbeth said, the tears running hot down her cheeks. "I...I just wanted to be mature, you know. I had never done it before and..."

	"Oh, so you didn't like it?"

	Elsbeth was about to say no but she simply lowered her head and nodded slightly to indicate that she had enjoyed her experience.

	"You're being honest now, that's good. By the way, my name is Bert Haskell."

	He saw the hopeful look in the girl's eyes when he changed the subject. He just had to lift her spirits just a little before...

	"I'm Elsbeth Fordyce."

	"So, Elsbeth Fordyce, we have a delicate situation, now. Don't we?"

	The hope started to flicker out of the girl's face. Good. She tried to say something, opening and closing her mouth, but could manage no words. That meant surrender.

	"Perhaps..." he began, watching Elsbeth's head jerk up like a fish taking hooked bait. He waited a moment, letting her hang before resuming. "Perhaps I don't tell as long as you do something for me."

	"What? Anything!"

	The desperation in her voice was like honey to him.

	"It's really nothing too difficult for you, I can assure you. After all, you have experience now in doing it."

	The stunned expression on her face, complete with a gaping mouth, was nearly comical. As he stepped toward her, she looked to one of the lounges, her shoulder slumping. But as she turned to go there, he stopped her.

	"I want to see what I'm about to have."

	As Elsbeth stood rooted in place, Bert reached around her and easily slid her zipper down. Then he placed his hands on her shoulders, moving them down her arms and catching the top of her dress with his thumbs. Only using just enough force to cause the garment to slip, he let gravity take charge. The dress slid from the trembling girl, stopping momentarily as her diminutive breasts held it before it rustled free. 

	Bert eyed her slender frame with satisfaction, giving her only a nod that brooked no mistake in its command. Drawing a deep breath, Elsbeth slipped her panties off, standing nude with only her new, silver sandals on her feet. Somehow, having only the revealing footwear on made her seem even more naked. 

	Reaching behind her again, Bert clutched Elsbeth by her ass, squeezing the pert, silky cheek as he pulled her close to him. She looked up and was met with his lips on his mouth. His tongue followed, tasting every surface before snaking around her tongue. It was with this that her education on the difference of being used and being taken now began.

	He lifted her, sliding her against him until she felt the bulge in his trousers against her bare sex. Her balance seemed to shift and it wasn't until she was laid against the lounge that she understood she had been carried. She panted loudly in the air, her mouth now free. Then his lips found one of her breasts, savoring the firmness and newness of her budding maturity. Her nipple was achingly stiff against his tongue.

	A strong hand cupper her hairless mound, working the young flesh before a finger dug into her. There were still remnants of the boys' earlier issue but Bert knew the moisture he felt deeper inside was from her arousal. Sucking the preteen titlet, feeling her smooth cunt on the outside and its flow beneath, he relished his prize - a girl caught between childhood and womanhood. 

	His finger stroked inside of her, pressing on the upper portions just past her pubic bone in a way that made her roll her pelvis in time with his digit. She uttered meaningless syllables, arching her chest to force her tiny breast into his sucking maw. 

	It was her second one; the first shiny with spit under the moonlight. She gazed at it, transfixed by the bit of flesh she had often checked to gauge her maturity, seeing the childish mound now wet and stiff at the top from this man. But like a little girl, she squeaked when he began to lightly chew her other tit. 

	The sparks from her chest met with the sizzle from her loins. She jolted, shuddering helplessly as an orgasm rolled through her, broadening her definition of sexuality. 

	Greedily, she gulped for air in the aftermath as he moved above her. Her legs were folded up and she felt the head of his prick - much larger in girth than Randy's or any other boy's - burrow into her oozing snatch. Her inner labia wetly scraped against him as he entered her. Suddenly, she cried against his shoulder.

	Bert understood as he felt her tearing. All of those little peckers may have gone through her cherry, but they weren't big enough to take it completely. It was a man's work and he felt the girl quaking beneath him as he shredded the remainder of her hymen. 

	The pain was gone but Elsbeth now sucking in noisy breaths as she was penetrated like nothing before. The man's cock stretched her taking her in every dimension until he bottomed out with over half of his length inside of her. She lay there, accepting him as the copulation was slow and forceful. The boys had been in such a hurry but she found his deliberate motions make the fires from before swell anew.

	In his fifties, Bert didn't have it in him to fuck and cum like a wild jackrabbit - that was the stuff for young teens. He took his time, soaking in the pleasure of such a perfect coupling as he worked in his member inside the snug, eleven year-old pussy. When he tugged on one leg, she shifted the other of her own will, her small sandaled feet digging into his back as he thrust into her. 

	Like with his finger before, he pressed upward with his prick as he sluiced it in and out of Elsbeth's dripping snatch. She was heating up everywhere, her fluids radiating their energy as his hardness rubbed against the taut walls of her prepubescent tunnel. With a rattling gasp, she came again and he allowed himself to go. Thick wads of manly seed pounded into the girl as she shook with climax. In the white, maddening heat of her mind, she understood their shared moment as binding.

	There was no second time for them that night. Bert had his duties to attend to, both on the bridge and among the power elite in the ballroom and salons below. Still, he took his time licking the salt from various places on her supple young body, leaving her to take care of what needed to be addressed between her legs in private after he left. 

	Ellen stepped back into the main ballroom after leaving the small suite nearby. It was after midnight and Andie, Bianca, and Gisele were tuckered out from their big night and were fast asleep on the bed. Spying her eldest in the ballroom, she saw that Elsbeth seemed happy. Not giddy happy with excitement like she was at the start (although she had tried to act cool with limited success), but with more of a contentment. 

	Ellen saw one of the boys from the group Elsbeth had been with earlier approach the girl and say something. Thinking about her daughter's slightly mussed appearance, Ellen guessed that the boy had probably managed a kiss or two with Elsbeth earlier in the night. Well, no harm there as she and Marty were on the same vessel. And darn if Elsbeth didn't seem to be handling the boy with remarkable grace as she replied to whatever he had said.

	All in all, it was a wonderful night. The captain had just spoken to her and Marty, letting them know that the entire family would be welcome on any excursions in the future.

	"Hey," Randy said as he sidled next to Elsbeth at a table piled with desserts. "If you want, we can go back up to the top again. But just you and me this time."

	"Thanks," Elsbeth answered sweetly as she held a candied strawberry before her lips, licking it once before finishing her reply. "But I think I'll be okay here."



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