XE-793 Desires Of Andrea
By Charles Evans


FOREWORD

Many of us wrongly equate the psychotic child molester with the adult who is drawn into pedophilic relationship with a girl or boy of pre- or puberty age. This book attempts to probe the complex and subtle motivations and erotic manifestations which attract the mature adult to the juvenile. Whereas the child molester is often a frustrated exhibitionist, the adult child-lover may be imbued by the most affectionate, even protective of motives. In his or her own emotional life, there may have been repressions or rejections which may cause him or her to seek acceptance from the juvenile, who by the very token of naivete, inexperience and, most important of all, being hitherto unconditioned to and incapable of straitlaced moral concepts, is prone to submit out of respect, awe and affection for the figure of parental or adult authority which his or her mature paramour represents.

Clinical research indicates that pedophilia is by no means limited to the lower economic stratum of our modern society. It has generally been believed that, especially in the slum areas where crowded housing that shelters a large family in two or three rooms, the proximity of adult to juvenile inevitably brings about sexual liaison. However, today we find many instances of pedophilia in the well-educated, high and medium-income groups.


CHAPTER ONE

She was delightfully warm in her bed, and she had just been consummately fucked. It wasn't often that Seymour, her husband, slipped it to her so early on a Sunday morning. But his doing made Nora feel that much more comfortable and content.

Nora pulled a pillow over her head and listened to the vague sounds of her husband in the bathroom. He was getting ready for his weekly golf game. Later, when she would feel more wide awake, she and Albert, her son, would pack a picnic basket, go out to the links, pick him up, and go to the nearby picnic grounds. Albert was twelve, and didn't look like either his father or herself. He was short, only four feet nine inches, but he did resemble his father in one respect. All the Baer men had long, thick penises, and Nora had no doubt that her son would know how to use his when the time came. Right now, at twelve, he was much too young.

She slowly drifted back into sleep, relaxed and content, knowing that her husband still loved her enough to fuck her. She suspected he might have been cheating with his secretary, but she wasn't going to jeopardize the family because he liked to have an affair now and then. His warm sperm was still sticky between her inner thighs, seeping out of her recently fucked pussy, running along the cuntlips, and soaking her skin. But it was a delicious feeling, and she rubbed her loins together, now in a languorous state, half awake, half asleep. She was slipping into a dream, remembering how she and Seymour used to sneak off when they were teenagers and screw when it was considered a terrible thing for unmarried people to do. Even now, when he fucked her, he did it with wild abandon, as though it were his first time, making her feel the joys and anxieties that came with it. Never once had he been boring about the way he'd done it, and Nora loved him all the more for it.

She continued enjoying her half-dream in the darkness of the bedroom, the shades pulled down to keep out the dawn. She dreamed of Seymour caressing her lithe, full, slender body, and the way his hairy thighs brushed against the smooth cheeks of her ass from behind. Lord! His throbbing cock felt so stiff and deliciously hard, and the outer flesh was so warm. She shifted her body, shaking her ass a little, parting her thighs somewhat so he could slide it between her rounded asscheeks, along the length of her already probed slit, so the solid head could nestle in her pubic hair. In her dream, she could feel his pulsing manflesh press lovingly against her vulva, the entire length and breadth of his phallus running the length of her partially opened cuntal lips, and she writhed back against it, hunching her pelvis against his.

Funny, but she could hardly feel the bristle hair that usually covered his pubic area. She loved the scratchy scraping of it against the tender flesh of her asscheeks.

Still, it was good, very good, and Nora was all tender softness, surrendering her body to her wonderful, dreamed-up lover. Her own body was yielding and limp, feeling the swollen enlarged head of the dream-penis as it started prodding softly at the entrance to her steaming vagina. How was it possible for her to be so aroused when she had only just been fucked?

"Hmmmm!" she sighed softly, one pillow still over her head and muffling any sound she might make. She thrilled to the pressure of the dreamlike hands fondling her ass, sliding up to her waist, and one of them sliding even higher, moving around front to fondle her full, swollen breasts. It probed especially for her left breast, grasping the nipple and kneading the fleshy extension between his fingers. She wriggled sensuously, her other breast rubbing against her tautly pulled nightgown.

She could feel the dome of her dream-lover's penis pressing between the soft, sperm-rinsed lips of her anxious vagina, and Nora enjoyed it so much that she moved her body a bit more to give it better access to her interior. And then it was suddenly sliding right into her, moving all the way in with a single thrust, nice and easy. She felt one of his hands still gripping her breast while the other hand pressed against her pelvis, as if making sure she wouldn't pull away. He pressed on her hairy mount, tugging her ass right up against his solid thighs. The long, slender cock rammed all the way into her until she could feel his balls slam against her asscheeks. The wrinkled skin seemed to wobble back and forth as he tried adjusting the fit of his cock into her, slamming into her again and again, enhancing the thrills inside her body.

Oh, this was some dream-lover, all right. He was totally different from her own husband. Yet, Nora was certain she was dreaming about Seymour. In all her life she had never cheated on him, and the differences in feeling had to be strictly in her imagination. Still, there was a strangeness in the way his lance fitted into her. She could feel the hungry twitching in it, and it was a kind of hunger she remembered it used to have on those days when they were teenagers and used to sneak away together. Not that it reached any farther into her than before. In fact, it felt a trifle shorter, though it was no less thick.

She felt the pounding penis remain socked inside her for a moment, as if he were catching his breath. Then it slowly began to withdraw, backing out until only the outstanding rim of his corona was trapped by the sucking lips of her inner cunt. And then, when she was afraid she might lose this comfortable cock, it slammed all the way back into her... hard. It slammed in so hard, it made her vibrate, and the clinging softness of her vaginal walls held it close. It began stroking wildly, making her almost raise her ass with each forward attack as it pumped maddeningly into her. She could feel the pulsating head moving back and forth as if seeking something inside her.

"Uhhhghhhh!" she gasped, then rammed a pillow into her mouth. Her son was asleep in the next room and she didn't want to waken him. He was only twelve-years-old and too young to know about such things. She and Seymour had managed to fuck silently all these years.

But it did feel different. Try as she might to reconcile herself to the fact that she was dreaming about her husband's cock, she realized there was a definite difference in the way it slammed into her. Why? She had dreamed before about being fucked. She had even dreamed about it happening with someone other than her husband, but the cock in her dreams had always felt like Seymour's, because she had never known what another cock would feel like. Why, then, should this cock feel different? Seymour had fucked her regularly right from the time she was fifteen. His was the only penis she had ever touched or felt rummaging through her interior. But everything about this was different. Granted, it felt good. Granted, it was just as thick as always. But it felt a little shorter, and for some reason it felt a little less weighty. It just didn't make sense. She had fucked her husband's cock thousands of times. Surely by now her senses would be totally familiar with everything about it.

Nora opened her eyes, and she suddenly realized it was no longer a dream. This was the real thing. She could feel the thick penis continue to saw into her, and her clitoris, reaching out from the excitement, was tingling with joy. A long, thick, hard cock was pounding ever deeper into her tight cunt, feeling as if it were coated with satin as it moved in and out of her steaming vagina again and again.

She was wide awake now, and the pounding penis was doing a fabulous job in her seething nookie. It stabbed and pushed, sinking deeper each time, and it felt wonderful. She could feel his breath burning against the nape of her neck where her hair had fallen aside. His hands held her body tightly, desperately, as if still afraid she would pull away. One hand continued to clutch her breast, and the other hand pressed tautly into her belly as his pelvis continued crashing against the rubbery cheeks of her buttocks. He was frantically attempting to bury his thrusting penis even deeper into her. She could feel the heat from her simmering cleft seeping out around the buried cock. It coated his balls, and he shuddered, pressing his cock all the more solidly into her.

"Seymour?" she whispered. "Is that you? Did you come back for seconds? You'll be late for your golf game."

"Fuck!" she heard the voice say, and she suddenly realized it wasn't her husband.

"Al!" she gasped, "what are you doing? Don't you know your father will be in here at any moment?"

"It's all right, ma," he wisecracked, grunting as he threw his penis into her. "It's all right. I spoke to pa, last night. I told him about this craving I had for you. He said I could do it just as long as he gets some licks at my wife, ten years from now, or whenever I finally get married."

"What are you trying to... uhhhh... pull?" she gasped, humping her ass back automatically as her son continued slamming his hot, thick poker into her cunt. "You're only twelve years old."

"That's right," her husband said, walking into the room, totally naked. "But it isn't his wife I want. It's some of those pretty little twelve-year-old girls."

"You two... ohhhhhh... sound perverted," she gasped.

"Does this feel perverted to you, mom?" Al asked, humping his hard penis into her tight cunt as Seymour turned on the light.

"My God!" she gasped. "I... uhhhh... love it. Oh Lorrrrd! I can't help myselllff! I love it!"

"You know," Seymour said, approaching his wife, his turgid dick all red and hard as it stuck out toward her. "I've always wanted to fuck my mother. I still do, even though she'd hate me for it. She's in her late fifties now, and maybe, before it's too late, I'll get up enough guts to do it."

"You bastard!" Nora gasped. "You've made me part of all this. I hope you get to screw your own mother, and I hope you take Al along so he can screw his grandmother."

"And you'd like to be part of it, too, wouldn't you?" Seymour laughed, waving his hard penis in front of her face.

"Yes, yes, yes," she screeched. "Yes, I'm just as perverted as the two of you."

Nora felt prurience burning its way through her body, and the look of rapture on her face built higher and higher, letting her husband and son know she was enjoying this as much as they had hoped. She was sobbing now, no longer in control of herself, bouncing up and down on the bed with her face pressed into the pillow, feeling her son's stiff prick ram and jam itself into her, physically loving every bit of it. Her son was fucking her as she arched her ass higher and higher, raising it to let him fuck all the more strongly. Now that it was out in the open, there was no need for silence, no need to keep her voice lowered. Her son's thick cock seemed to swell even more as he thrust into her from the rear, and she had visions of his spurting semen filling her tight pussy as it continued pumping furiously in and out of her shuddering womb. She could feel her own belly erupting in traitorous response. Enjoying it so much, she was beginning to forget that this was an incestuous experience. All that mattered now was a fuck.

She saw her husband moving closer, his thick, pulsing wang wiggling in front of her, and she realized, despite the initial horror she'd felt at being fucked by her own son, that she was really enjoying it now. In fact, the licentious thought that he was so much younger, merely twelve years old, made it feel all the more forbidden.

Nora thought her husband would be thrusting his hard tool into her anxious mouth. Yes, she was anxious enough to want to suck his solid staff while continuing to fuck back on her son's pumping penis. But she could see him standing to the side, bending down, watching her pink hair-fringed labia rolling out each time her son pulled his penis back as if flowering open to his assault. And then the labia would close in on themselves as the tight, viscous opening clamped down on the in-thrusting cock again. His throbbing balls were heavy with semen, and Nora could feel her son's anxiety. He was near his climax now, and she wasn't that far from her own. She felt them swinging forward again and again, slapping at her aching clitoris. Her son's tempo was beginning to reach a maddening peak.

She saw her husband moving around to the front now, and he got onto the bed on his knees, crawling close to her face. She felt his fingers curl in her hair and entwine tightly, pulling her head up as he stared down into her face, and said, "You know, ever since we first started, I wondered how I would feel if I ever saw someone else fucking you. Now I know. I feel hotter than ever. Seeing you fucked by our own son, knowing how hot he is for you and how much he wants you, his own mother, makes you even more desirable."

Before she could reply, he pushed his penis between her lips, and hungrily she began to suck on it. God! She'd never felt this hungry for a cock, before. It was the pressure of the penis in her vagina that was doing this to her. She was aroused as never before. And the knowledge that it was her son's made it even more exciting. But what made it most thrilling was knowing it was the penis of a young boy. For some unexplainable reason, she had this overpowering thrill because it was a twelve-year-old boy fucking her. Her family had opened up a new world to Nora, and she suddenly realized how much she would need young children in the future.

Her lips tightened on her husband's driving penis, feeling the heavy red glans slide to the back of her throat and instantly force its way into her gullet. At first, she used to choke when he rammed his penis down her throat. But now, her oral cavity had become used to being stretched, and she could swallow her husband's thick cock with ease.

"Wow!" Albert was saying, watching her suck. "Ma, you'll have to blow me next. You're terrific!"

"Shove your finger in her asshole," she heard her husband say to her son. "She loves that."

Albert only grunted in response, digging his thumbs into her round, white asscheeks, making her wiggle her ass all the more. She loved to feel fingers in her ass, and now her twelve-year-old son was finger fucking her back there. She knew what she looked like there. She had seen and touched her husband's asshole enough times to know how her puckered her anus looked. And the idea that her young son was touching her, and looking at it, seemed to add stimulus to it all. She could feel her sphincter puckering in and out in reaction to the way her son's cock was working in her vagina. She could feel the boy's indecisive touch as he teased her pucker again and again. And then, he eased the tip of his finger into her.

"That's it, that's it," Seymour was urging. "Do it, Albert. Shove that finger into your mother's asshole."

Her own hands were now clenching Seymour's buttocks as she felt him mercilessly drive his throbbing phallus into her throat again and again. He had her tight, dark brown hair in a strong grip, and he was pumping his working hips back and forth, back and forth, cramming her beautiful face full of his meat.

"Ooooommmmmphhhhh!" Nora gasped, as she felt the delicious entry of her son's finger into her rectum. Her asscheeks bobbed urgently as if asking him to press on and continue. She almost wanted it to hurt her, hoping she would lose all control of herself and forget Albert was her son. She was mentally punishing herself for accepting the incest, while thoroughly enjoying the fact that he was such a young boy.

What she was unable to understand was her husband's attitude. She had known that Seymour was a lecher, but she had never expected him to accept her being fucked by another cock, especially when that other cock belonged to her own son. Worse yet, he had plotted with her son to let Albert fuck her, as if giving him the needed excuse to be openly and blatantly unfaithful. Yes, yes, that had to be it. Seymour was tired of sneaking behind her back with other females, and was looking for an excuse to fuck them without hiding from her.

She should have been angry, hurt, and certainly resentful. But as she continued sucking Seymour's long dong, feeling Albert's young, heavy prong working back and forth in her cunt from the rear, her body was becoming more and more enthralled. And when Albert's finger began rummaging in and out of her rectum, she felt the fire raging in her belly suddenly go completely out of control. It felt deliciously wonderful, and she understood that it was because this was the first time she was sucking a fat penis while another heavy wang continued fucking her. Two cocks were definitely better than one. And when the two cocks belonged to the two males she adored most in all the world, it was no wonder that she was really enjoying herself. She felt herself shuttling back and forth between the two penises like some machine gone completely out of control. The long, thick penises reached so far into her, she felt they were one long, human pipe running through her cunt, rippling through her belly, and coming out her mouth. She began lifting her buttocks higher, thrilling to the assault on her asshole, aching to feel thrills build as high there as they had been building in her vagina and throat. Each time her son's thick penis was buried to the hilt in her steaming cunt, she could feel the tickling sensation of his soft, youthful, growing pelvic hairs scrubbing against her tantalized loins. Her own pubic hairs seemed to reach down and back, as if trying to enmesh themselves with the hairs on her son's pelvis.

Her mouth sucked longingly, wantonly, and strongly on her husband's thrusting piece of meat. Her mouth thrilled to the taste of the thick, heavy schlong. She had tasted it thousands of times before, but this was the first time her lips had wrapped themselves around the pumping prick when another hard cock was filling the void between her thighs. She sucked and pulled with her lips, wrapping her tongue around the head again and again.

Seymour reached down and let his hands brush against the tips of her nipples, enhancing the thrills even more for her. In spite of the outrageous way he had allowed their son to fuck her, he was still concerned for her own orgasm. He wanted her to get as much from all this as possible.

Nora felt animal passion building higher and higher. She was being fucked in her steaming cunt and hungry mouth with greater and greater strength, and she was enjoying the idea of her two favorite males getting total pleasure from her.

"Unnnhhhffff... uuurrrggghhh... aannnggghhh..." she gasped, feeling her interior jerk wildly with mounting passion. She could feel her husband leaning forward over her head, looking down at the way their son's cock was pounding in and out of her tight quim, and she was well aware of the heat it generated in his own body. Was her husband perverted? she wondered. Or was it rational for a man to get kicks from seeing another cock fuck his own wife's cunt? Albert's thick, pink penis was slamming all the more strongly into her coral cunny, and she could feel the powerful intensity with which he was driving into her. Albert's penis was swelling even more, letting his mother know he was slowly approaching the point of no return, when he would be blasting searing spurts of sperm into her vagina, as if sending probes of himself back into the vast infinity where his own life had begun.

Her cunt felt tighter than ever before, perhaps because Albert's cock felt a little thicker than that of his father. And there was the added pressure of his finger pushing into her tight asshole, pressing against the inner wall of her narrow vaginal tract, making it even narrower. The sheer subservience of her position, as if she were a slave, made her feel even more aroused as her mouth sucked strongly on Seymour's extended dick.

Her hips were slamming back with overpowering strength to meet her son's thrusts, and she could feel her tight vagina being wonderfully stretched as the pounding penile head stopped just short of touching her cervix. Seymour's would have thudded against the opening of her womb, but Seymour's was not quite as thick, and thickness had one helluva lot to do with the giving of pleasure. She could no longer feel Albert's balls and realized that they had drawn up into his crotch. Looking at the pulsing tool pushing in and out of her mouth, she could see that Seymour's cock also had swelled a bit more, while his scrotum had tightened against his swelling balls. It wouldn't be much longer before the two of them came. And the idea thrilled Nora. Two penises would be spurting their gooey come into her from both ends. She would be able to feel the hot jets ravish her, and she would taste the spasming ejaculation of her husband. Deep down, she knew this was only the beginning. Soon she would be tasting the sperm coming from her son's cock, and she was looking forward to it. Yes, she was looking forward to it. She was as depraved as they.

Feeling the massive head of her son's cock expand to unbelievable size inside her hot cunt, while his finger continued rummaging through her asshole, Nora lifted her hips higher, pounding back against the massive penis. A wild, unshakable thrill was tearing through her rectum. It was a feeling she had known before, when her husband had fingered her ass while fucking her. She was going to have an anal orgasm, and it was going to hit before either of the two males could pop his wad. She slammed her ass back violently against the cornholing finger, rotating her cheeks as if signaling what was about to happen.

"Ram... uhhhh... your... oooooh... finger deeper..." she heard her husband instructing her son. "Shove that finger all the way into... oooooh... mom's ass. She's... ahhhhh... going to come... ohhhhh... back there..."

Albert slammed his finger in deeper, and she could feel the palm of her son's hand pressing against her asscheeks. She screwed her ass back again and again, rotating it on the finger, and then the anal climax hit her, making her quiver as she gasped, "OOOOOMMMMMPHHHHH! UGGGGLLLLLUUGGHH!" Her throat was crammed full of her husband's solid cock.

The orgasm shook her body, and she had to admit it was the best anal climax she'd ever had. Her lips clamped all the more tightly on the pulsing penis in her mouth, and she felt wild thrills explode in her body like a chain reaction of firecrackers.

Nora felt her hot, passionate cunt slowly tightening around her son's thickening cock, and she knew it wouldn't be too much longer before she had a vaginal orgasm. The only problem now was, she could sense her son's approaching crisis, and knew there would be no way for him to hold off. Her vagina was twitching and contracting hotly around the inthrust penis.

"MOMMMMMM!" the boy shouted. "OWWWWW... AAAAGGGGGHHHHH... OOOOOH! YAAAGGGHHH!" And he was no longer able to contain the raging fury of his semen. Her wetly clenching pussy was applying so much power to his pulsing penis, he had to let go... and he did. Sensations of wild, heated lust tremored through his young, twelve-year-old body and the sperm in his youthful balls finally burst out, traveling through the slender tube in the underside of the boy's thick cock, making the bursting sensations in him feel like pealing thunder. The white, burning, sticky seed fired from the heavy tip of his passion-swollen cock like a blast from a twelve-gauge shotgun, smashing thunderously into the fuming depths of Nora's tight funnel.

The boy's shooting sperm set off a chain reaction in Nora's own body, and she felt herself reaching a vaginal peak she had never known before.

"AAAAGGGGGHHHHHMMMMM!" she gasped, her throat still clogged with Seymour's cock.

The idea that her son's cock was fucking her was one thing. That, by itself, was enough to set off all kinds of chain reactions in her body. But that it was fucking her while she sucked on another cock created yet another series of sensations inside her. But what really thrilled her most of all was to know she was attractive to such a young boy. Yes, she was sick, all right. She was perverted with the same inner lusts that had driven her husband to convince her son to fuck her. She wanted little boys as much as he wanted little girls.

Her lower half humped up higher and higher, her asscheeks literally slamming her son in the belly. Her hips twisted back violently against the shooting cock, taking her son's ramming glans hard against the inner, tightening walls of her aching vagina. Her stomach rolled again and again with the violent spasms as her mouth clamped even more tightly on the thrusting penis trying to reach into her belly through her pharynx. Violent orgasmic spasms shook her as she reached the heights of her own vaginal climax. Her inner lining contracted repeatedly around the pulsing column of flesh, spilling her juices out in gushing torrents as it mixed with the heavy volume of white blasts coming from her son's pumping cock.

Her mouth was sucking more strongly than ever, and she could feel her husband's cock expanding all the more as it reached far into her throat, no longer pushing back and forth. He rammed his powering dong ever deeper, gripping her hair and pulling her face against his body. Her nose rubbed into his pelvis, tickling his flesh, as his hairs teased her nostrils. His rubbing cock seemed to reach deeper and deeper into her throat, and it was touching something extremely sensitive in there as well.

Nora suddenly realized she was going to have a third climax. What was more, it was going to originate in the tiny nerve-endings in her throat. It began like a vibrating tuning fork and spread through her entire self like ripples in a pool. She shuddered and shook and trembled, and realized she was on the verge of her first oral orgasm.

"UUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHAAAGGGHHH!" she gasped, feeling the heavy penis plunder her tightly constricted throat as never before. It swelled and enlarged until she realized she was on the verge of strangling.

"AAAAAAGGGGHHH! NNNGGGRRRGGGG!

AHHH!" her husband yelled, and suddenly began pouring his second load for the morning into her. Only this time it was down her throat. And as she drank his offering, she realized he was shooting as much now as he'd done when he'd fucked her earlier in the morning. Having seen his son fuck her, he had become so aroused, his balls had worked overtime producing a whole new batch of sperm, and she was drinking it all, letting it pool in her belly, expecting it would seep lower at any moment and mingle with the seed her son had shot into her vagina. It was wonderful.

It was several moments that Nora realized she was lying on her side on the bed, with both limp penises no longer in her.


CHAPTER TWO

"You see," Seymour was telling her, "I've always had this inclination toward young girls, and I knew I would never be able to do anything by myself. I mean, if I approached a young girl, she might start screaming bloody murder, and I'd be in prison with the key thrown away."

"How long have you had this desire?" Nora asked, snuggling nakedly against her husband, while her son slept, his limp cock pressing against her ass.

"Ever since the first time I fucked you," Seymour replied, "way back when I was sixteen and you were not quite fifteen. We may have grown older, but my taste in females has always remained the same. I like 'em young. And I figured Albert would be able to become friendly with some girls where we're going, and he might be able to feel them out, if you get my meaning."

"I still think you're sick," Nora told him, shaking her pretty head. Her dark brown hair fell loosely around her shoulders.

Normally, Nora kept her hair pinned into an upsweep. In the summer she had it cut short and combed into a page boy. Her face was devastatingly pretty, with an upturned nose, and wide-set brown eyes. Her lips were narrow, but no less arousing, and when wrapped around a cock, they were more effective than most women with heavy, cushioned lips.

Though only five-feet-two-inches tall, Nora was as shapely as any beauty contest winner. She had full, solid breasts with tan aureolae the size of half dollars and pinkish-tan nipples that stood out like forty-five-caliber bullets - when aroused. Her waist was a narrow twenty five inches, and she had nice, thirty-eight-inch hips. Her thighs were slender, lithe, and shapely, tapering into nice, but slightly skinny calves, and very narrow ankles. Her body had the same shape it had formed sixteen years before, when Seymour had first fucked her.

"And just what is going to make all these young girls suddenly available to Albert?" Nora asked. "He's never really had anything to do with girls before."

"To begin with," Seymour explained, "Albert never knew how much fun a girl could be, until this morning. He never went looking for girls. Now he knows."

"But that won't make the young girls around here any more agreeable," Nora pointed out, reaching down and fondling her husband's limp cock.

"True," Seymour agreed. "And so I've planned a little vacation for us. I didn't want to mention it until today. I had some work in the office that needed finishing."

"You mean your secretary," Nora remarked, yanking his shrunken penis hard.

"Well, every now and again I have to make sure I appeal to older women, too," Seymour smiled. It was obvious that he was banging the ass off his secretary.

"Anyway," Seymour went on, "today you'll get ready for a nice trip to a warmer part of the state. We're going to Mountainview Acres. It's a kind of nudist colony."

"What do you mean by 'a kind of nudist colony'?" Nora asked.

"Well, unlike other nudist colonies, this one doesn't have community gatherings where everybody stands and stares at everyone else. This place has private cabins, each sheltered from other cabins, and though everyone wanders around nude, no one makes a fetish about the healthy sunbathing. All in all, it's like going to a cabin in the mountains, but the difference is, you don't have to worry about what clothing to wear. Sometimes, in the evenings, people in one cabin are invited to visit people in another cabin, and a little hanky-panky goes on, but it's a nice quiet place, and no one ever complains."

"And you really expect to pick up some little girls in a place like that?" Nora asked.

"It's really very simple," he replied. "Many families go there for the summer, and the fathers go back to the city, leaving their wives and children alone. The little girls, and the big girls, are all naked, on the premise that with their bodies so openly displayed, no one will hunger to see what's hidden under their clothes because they won't have any clothes. This place has been in existence for a long, long time now, and no one comes away from there unhappy. There are more than three hundred cabins in the closed-off wooded area, and the people there all seem to enjoy themselves. One of my office workers is a member there, and he told me all about it."


CHAPTER THREE

Micky Montorte had arrived at Mountainview Acres with her parents the previous week. Her father had gone back to the city, to work, and she and her mother had spent a very dreary week doing absolutely nothing. Well, it had seemed dreary to the twelve-year-old Micky, whose short, red hair always seemed to jump up and down whenever she walked. Totally naked, her otherwise white skin was seen to be freckled all over. Her breasts were very tiny bumps that had not yet begun to develop, and her nipples and aureolae were so small, they seemed to be hidden among the tan freckles. She was a slender girl with nicely proportioned limbs. One day soon, she would blossom out beautifully, but at the moment she had a preadolescent figure that was two years behind her age. All the girls in school were already starting to blossom, but Micky was still a twiggy.

Although she had wandered about the acreage, seeing some other people, Micky was bored. The place had a lot of trees between the various cabins, and though she had yet to explore all of it, there was no way she could really get lost.

Micky had noticed her mother wasn't bored, and put it down to the card games that her mother enjoyed the day with some of the other females nearby. Their nakedness didn't seem to bother them at all, nor did it bother Micky. But when she saw some occasional naked males, she reddened a little. She wasn't used to seeing penises. Whenever she heard of saw some naked males approaching, she always hid, not wanting to expose herself to them, even if she'd seen her mother stand blatantly in front of passing men who openly admired her body.

This was her second Sunday at Mountainview, and she hoped things would become more interesting. Though she'd found one girlfriend, the girl was usually off swimming, and so Micky usually wandered around pretty much by herself.

It was now four o'clock in the afternoon, and Micky realized she had been wandering about for three hours. She was in a section of the huge colony she had never explored before. Not that she worried, but she was getting tired.

* * *

The Baer family had arrived at two thirty, and after stripping down and putting away the clothes they had worn, they had decided to look the camp over. Albert was complaining about being hungry, so Nora had cooked up some chocolate pudding. She had made three bowls of it, and since she was in no hurry to eat hers, she had put it in the refrigerator. The other two bowls were left near the cabin window sill. It was a large, two-room cabin, though it did have a large bathroom as well. There was a fireplace in each of the rooms in case the evenings did get chilly, and there were lots of large windows all around to let light and sun into the rooms.

The large dish of pudding she had made for her husband was sitting in the sunlight. The smaller dish, for Albert, was in the shade, and as a result, was cooling off a bit more quickly. Albert had wanted to eat his immediately, but Seymour had insisted they wander nakedly around the area and acquaint themselves with neighbors. He was anxious to find a nice, young piece of teen or preteen "meat." So Poppa Baer, Momma Baer, and Baby Baer went out for a walk.

* * *

Micky felt tired. Not only that, she felt a bit hungry too. All this walking was making her stomach growl. And then she spied the cabin. It was one of the few she had not yet seen, so she naturally approached it. Most of the cabins in the closed-off area were not yet occupied. Perhaps seventy had people in them. The others would be occupied later in the month. But Micky could see the blue station wagon parked in front of the cabin, so she knew this one was occupied. Hey, maybe she would be able to find someone her own age with whom she could talk for a while. She hoped it wouldn't be somebody who went in for swimming, like Judy, the only other girl there her own age.

Shrugging, she walked up to the cabin and looked in through one of the large windows. No one seemed to be inside or out. The door was even slightly ajar, so Micky pushed it open and walked in, calling out, "Hello! Anybody home?"

It took less than a minute for her to realize that the people who were staying there weren't around. But she could also smell the chocolate pudding nearby. She could see the steam rising from the large bowl and decided it was too hot. She'd burn her tongue. The other bowl looked to be just about right, but she figured she'd see if there were some cookies to go along with it. Opening the refrigerator, she saw the third bowl of pudding and saw at once it was too cold. Not only that, but there were no cookies in the refrigerator.

Spying some plastic utensils lying on the counter near the sink, all neatly packaged, Micky, too hungry to think that what she was doing was wrong, tore open one package of spoons and took one out. Then she took the bowl of cooled pudding and began eating. She had intended eating only a little, but in almost no time, she had finished the bowl.

The pudding lay heavily in her young belly, and combined with the tiredness she felt from having walked for more than three hours, she felt she would rest before leaving. She would leave a note before going, letting the cabin's occupants know who had eaten their pudding. Micky was certain her mother would be able to replace it.

At first she thought of sitting down near the fireplace and relaxing, but the chairs in the cabin were not quite right for her bare skin. One chair was solid wood, not only too hard for her delicate buttocks, but it also had splinters. A second chair was overstuffed but had weak springs, and she knew that if she sat in it she would sink in and find it difficult to get out. A third chair looked good. It was a wooden rocking chair with a cushion on it, and it turned out to have a weak leg. When she did sit in it and tried rocking, the leg broke.

Golly, she thought, pulling herself out of the chair. I'm tired. She wandered into the other room, the bedroom. There were two beds in there. The huge double bed had not yet been made up, but the smaller of the two beds had a sheet on it, and a cover had been thrown over the sheet. Crawling under the cover, Micky decided to take a nap. And she immediately went to sleep.


CHAPTER FOUR

Micky slept peacefully for about a half hour, then heard a voice.

"Well, well," it said, "I come to get a cigar and look what I find."

From the tone, she could tell the man was murmuring to himself, unaware he had awakened her. He was tall, and he had iron-grey hair. But what really caught her eyes was the erection standing out in front of his naked body. All the other men in the area had had limp, dangling hoses in front of them. The one at which her half-closed eyes were now looking was an immense rod of flesh, with a huge red cap that was wet with some sticky stuff leaking from a slit in it. What was more, she could see the way his hand was stroking the dangling balls underneath. She'd always wondered what was in that sac. His body seemed to twist and turn as he looked at her, his mouth half-open, but his eyes wide open. He was staring at her, and she could see his eyes wandering up and down her girlish outline under the covers. She was almost on her back, with her thighs spread apart, and the cover seemed to dip between them. Her bright red hair was across her eyes, which was the reason why the man was unable to tell they were partially open.

To Micky, this was a really masculine-looking man. She felt a little afraid, looking at him, yet she knew she didn't dare move from where she lay. If she did, he might get mad about her having eaten the pudding and breaking the rocking chair.

Now he was standing above her, his eyes locked onto the roundness of her hips. The covers had fallen below her nipples, revealing the small bumps she had for breasts, and the sight of them seemed to have the man almost drooling. She was still breathing evenly, and the tiny bumps rose and fell with her respiration.

"Beautiful," Baer was muttering. "Really beautiful. She even smells nice," he continued, sniffing. "And look at that gorgeous hair. Looks like red-gold, Yeah, she's a kind of goldilocks at that."

Micky watched as the older man knelt beside the bed. She felt the heat of his hand as he touched her wrist, and shivered a little when his palm slid up her arm and caressed her shoulder. Then the pressure of his palm slowly moved down, massaging her girlish breasts for a moment, before touching her waist, pushing the bed cover a little lower. His hand continued moving lower, tugging the cover with it, sliding along her young thigh and touching her kneecap. Micky had to admit she liked it. In fact, when his hand rested on her knee for a moment, she could feel the flesh underneath suddenly becoming very, very hot. It was too much for her, and she knew she would be gasping in a moment, letting him know she was awake.

Instead, she sighed and turned a little, as if in her sleep. Baer's hand jumped back as she crossed one knee over the other. But she inadvertently pushed a forearm behind her head, stretching her body, pushing her adolescent breasts up, making them look a bit more prominent.

She saw beads of perspiration breaking out all over Baer, noting the way his eyes were still running up and down the length of her young body. He raised a hand and gently put it on her bare ankle. Gently he pushed, until he had uncrossed her legs. Then there was the trickling sensation of his fingers moving up inside her leg and thigh. He touched her knee, and Micky felt tiny, burning tingles working their way through her sensitive young flesh, especially when his fingertips moved above her knee and touched her inner thigh. His fingers were slowly, very slowly moving higher, and Micky knew she should "wake up" and stop him, yet for some unexplained reason she couldn't. It felt good, and even though her mother had constantly warned her not to let men touch her body, she realized she wanted this man to go on touching her. She felt herself tremble a little when one finger very, very gently touched the crease where her thigh was joined to her torso. Ooooh, but that felt good.

Micky heard a sigh, and realized that her tormentor was feeling more emotional about all this than she. She heard a funny kind of sound and shifted her eyes lower. She realized his other hand was gripping his turgid cock, pulling it back and forth. Wow! It looked even longer and thicker now.

Until coming to this place, Micky hadn't known the first thing about the differences between males and females. When she had first seen those dangling penises, she had blushed, furiously. Had she known they could become hard and stiff like this, her blushing would have given way to her curiosity. Why? Why should a penis, which was once so limp, suddenly become hard and solid? What made it do that? Micky's curiosity was reeling through her brain, and she almost had the urge to sit up and ask the man. But no, no, she found out why her mother always warned her against males.

At last this place was about to become interesting. The reason her parents had come here instead of going to what they called a regular nudist colony was that this was so much less expensive. There was no staff here to cook their meals, plan their activities, or oversee what they were doing. Her parents were not wealthy people, and so had chosen to come here because it was what could be comfortably afforded. There were guards to keep onlookers out, but that was the extent of any supervision. What the people inside Mountainview Acres did for their own amusement was their own business. And since no one had ever complained, the place would continue being run this way.

As she thought about this, Micky felt Baer's fingers moving onto her left outer cuntal lip. They stroked the pussy flesh very, very softly, moving closer and closer to the division where it was separated from her other pussyleaf. And then, his two fingers were gently moving into the slit between the cuntlips, touching the soft, swampy center of her pinkness. His fingers moved lightly up and down, and she had a tremor shoot through her, noting his eyes never left her face the entire time. She could see that he was frightened of awakening her. But she also knew he was sending all kinds of funny, wonderful feelings through her, and there was no real chance of her staying "asleep" much longer. And when she finally did wake up, how was she supposed to react? His fingertips were lightly massaging a very, very sensitive button of flesh in her pussy, and she felt herself starting to breathe more and more heavily.

She watched his eyes dart from her face to her bare cunt, and she heard him gulping. The fingers were rubbing the little button faster and faster, and she could feel the heated sensations building in her body all the more quickly. This was maddening. Although his fingers slid up and down in the crack, they never tried pushing into her virginal hole, and they always returned to her clitoris.

Micky's eyes glanced down at his hard, throbbing cock, watching the way it twitched as his fingers continued rubbing her wetly aroused cunt. And when he finally did poke his middle finger very gently into her tight, virginal hole, she saw the huge penis really jump. He didn't push his finger in too deeply. She felt some fluid seeping out of her, covering the finger, and when it was completely covered, he pulled his finger out again.

Micky felt her clitoris harden and stiffen all the more as it reached out from the folds between her tender young pussylips. She could feel the hardened little bit of flesh straining outward just like the thick penis seemed to be straining away from Baer's groin. When the man's massaging finger touched her quivering clit again, Micky could feel the little pellet strain forward, wanting his touch very much.

What happened next really had her going. He used his thumb and forefinger to pull her pussylips apart, and then she watched him kneel lower, bringing his face toward her tender groin. At first, Micky was puzzled. What was he trying to do?

Her breath was coming out in heavier and heavier gasps as she felt the burning breath from his nostrils wash across the tender, bare flesh of her soft cuntlips. And then she felt as if an icicle had been rammed up her spine from her coccyx to her nape as she understood his wet, tingling tongue was touching her down there. Her body trembled violently, but Baer either didn't notice or he simply didn't give a damn as the point of his tongue continued lightly rimming the inside of her labia minora. She could hear him smacking his lips as if he had licked some sweet syrup from her sticky vagina. She felt his tongue lick softly, slowly, running over her outer labia as well, tingling and tantalizing her flesh. And then, obviously not caring whether she was awake or asleep, he tugged her thighs farther apart, making room for his entire oral cavity to cover her vaginal enclave. His lips seemed to glue themselves to her sweet labia, and she felt the slick, chilling tongue slowly, carefully, teasingly ease into her tight, narrow sanctuary.

Totally beyond self-control at this point, Micky felt her white, freckled buttocks arch off the daybed. Her steaming pussy rammed into his face as her thighs spread even wider apart. And when her asscheeks hit the bed again, she knew she could no longer pretend to be asleep.

"Oooooooooohhhh!" she squealed, "what are you... wowwwwww... doing... eeeee... to me... uhhhhh..."

Her voice was a sharp shriek as her body writhed under his lingual ministrations. But before she could say anything more, she felt the man's hand clamp over her mouth while his other arm moved between her thighs, keeping them pressed apart. She could have kicked him in the face, but somehow, considering how good he was making her feel, it didn't seem the right thing to do.

She saw him raise his face from her dripping pussy and look right into her eyes. He smiled and said, "Relax, little red-goldilocks. I'm not going to hurt you, just make you feel good. In fact, you'll feel so good, you'll probably come here again. All I'm going to do is kiss you a little."

She felt him ease the pressure of his arm between her thighs as his fingers lightly pressed against the divided lips of her wet cunt. She felt the middle finger extend itself and slowly, very, very slowly work its way between her foaming labia, into the scorching, boglike tunnel of her virginal pussy. He carefully moved it around, and Micky, totally unused to it, felt a little discomfort mingling with... what? What was the funny, heated sensation she felt building up inside her girlish tunnel? It was a feeling with which she was totally unfamiliar. She felt her ass twitching in time to the way his finger was moving around inside her. He took his hand from her mouth, and though she was still a little scared by the suddenness of all this, she didn't feel like screaming.

"Don't do that," she whispered, and suddenly he slid his hand away from her crotch, pulling his finger out of her vagina. And she realized she missed it. She wanted it back in there.

Standing up, Micky looked around, thinking it might be a good time to leave. Maybe he wasn't hurting her now, but he might think that hurting her could be a lot of fun, and then she would be in a lot of trouble. But before she could move, she felt him softly wrap an arm around her waist and press her against him. She felt the huge cock press into her spine while his other hand rubbed her breasts, making her small nipples suddenly come to attention as they never had before. She slipped and suddenly fell to the carpeted cabin floor, and he fell on top of her. They rolled around for a moment until his two large hairy legs were clamped around her waist and his pulsing penis was rubbing up and down against her tender vagina. He was kissing her, pressing his lips to hers, and Micky liked it. No one had ever kissed her this way before. It was so beautiful.

"You okay?" he finally asked, taking his lips from hers, looking into her girlish eyes.

"Gee, I guess so," she nodded, not really knowing what to say or do.

He untwined his legs from around her and began running his fingers all over her tender young body, caressing her, and every now and again kissing her throat. His fingers teased both nipples, making sure they stayed erect, and then his hands ran over her waist and hips.

Slowly but surely he was rolling her over onto her belly, massaging her asscheeks, bending down and actually kissing them.

Gee, Micky thought, no one's ever done a thing like that to me before. Gee!

He rolled her onto her back again and she lay there, looking up at him, feeling a bit more secure realizing he didn't want to hurt her. She saw him staring at her bare pelvis again while his hand massaged his thick cock. She wondered if he wanted to push that thick tree stump of his into her tiny, narrow hole. That was something she knew would hurt.

"Touch it!" he ordered, pointing to his hard cock.

"Gee! Do I have to?" she asked, surprised to see she wasn't really revolted by the thought at all. In fact her curiosity was becoming so much stronger, she knew she really wanted to touch the thick penis, just to see how it differed from the rest of the human body. It was the most interesting thing she had ever seen.

"You don't have to," he told her, "but I'd like it. And if you did it, I'd do something afterward, to make you feel good."

"Okay," Micky nodded, and sat up.

He was on the floor beside her, facing the opposite way, his hip against hers, and she had to hold onto his shoulder with one hand while she reached over and wrapped her hand around his hard, throbbing cock. But Baer, who had fucked his loving wife more times than he could recall and who had pounded more secretaries than he could remember and who had always been able to restrain himself, suddenly realized he was about to have a premature ejaculation. In any case, his boiling semen had risen so high, he couldn't restrain it, and the liquid was already rising, moving into the tube in his penis.

"Oh God! No, no, no, not yet, not yet... UUUUNNNN GGGGHHHH!"

And suddenly Micky saw the monstrous head of his huge cock swell as if ready to burst. But rather than actually explode, it unleashed a spurting explosion of a heavy ammonia-smelling liquid. The fluid burst out in strings, rising an inch or two into the air, then falling back onto his cock, dripping down and covering her fist as it continued gripping his penis. The next jets streamed out and splattered against her body as she pointed the penis toward her, and then it was spouting out and covering her hand again and again and again.

"Gee, that's crazy," Micky gasped, feeling the hot, sticky flood cover her wrist and the heel of her hand.

She watched as more of it came out. Some of it seeped off her hand and dripped onto his thigh. He was gasping and sighing, leaning back and breathing heavily.

"Gee, what's this stuff?" Micky asked.

"It's called semen," he told her.

"Yes, but what is it for?" Micky asked. "What does it do?"

"It's a special fluid meant to be put inside a woman," he told her.

"But how can you do that?" Micky asked. "Are you supposed to scoop it in?"

"No," he gasped, one arm behind his pressing into the floor, supporting him. "If I can't shoot it directly into your pretty little pussy," and he pointed with his other hand to her vagina, "then you're supposed to lick it all up."

"Ugh!" she said, turning her head away. "That sounds awful."

"Oh, come on, does it really smell that bad?"

"Yes," she nodded. "It does."

"Well, I hear from all the girls and women I've known that it tastes very good. Go on, lick some off your hand. You'll see."

Micky looked at him as if he were crazy, but let go of his shrunken penis. She could see it had shriveled to where it looked like the penises all of those other men she had seen in the area. Slowly she brought her hand to her face, sniffing, deciding it really didn't smell that bad. It was just that it had come from inside that funny penis, and she wondered if it might hurt her in any way. Bringing it a little closer, she licked with her tongue, letting the tonguetip touch the stuff, then snapping it back into her mouth. Some of it had clung to her oral digit, and now she was rolling it around for a moment. Then she decided it tasted all right, and licked the rest of it from her fist.

"See," Seymour Baer said to her, "now that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"I guess not," she shrugged.

"Now I'm going to do something nice for you," he said.

"What?"

"Did you like when I licked between your thighs before?"

"Gee, I thought you believed I was asleep."

"Nobody could sleep through something like that."

"Heck, I guess not."

He made her lie flat on the floor, then moved between her thighs. He bent low, and raised her legs so they dangled over his shoulders. Micky felt ridiculous, lying there like that. Slowly he pushed her knees back, back, back, until they bracketed her face, and her bare vagina was straight up. Then she felt his chin slide between her thighs and rub lightly against the sodden, shuddering labia. She felt his tongue reach out and tickle her bare mons, then it was slicing through her wet pinkness, and finally it was pushing into her humid, heated center, moving in where his finger had been before. The twelve-year-old girl shuddered with tingling delight. She felt his hands cup the two cheeks of her rounded ass as his mouth dredged deeply into her girlish tunnel, drinking the heavy flow of oily liquid oozing from her.

"Ooooohhhhhh! It does feel good," Micky admitted, feeling her buttocks starting to churn in rhythm to the way his tongue was licking into her.

She felt good, very good, and even though her body was being tightly gripped by his hands as they clutched her asscheeks, she could still move, and she did, slamming her wet pussy into his face again and again. She could feel his long nose rubbing through her soft labia as his tongue continued slurping into her. And the deeper his tongue sank, the more she writhed and wriggled.

His long, lapping lingual digit came sliding out of her steaming interior to press against the delicate pellet of her small, extended clitoris. It lay flat against the shimmering nodule, then pressed hard and rubbed up and down, making Micky writhe maddeningly. Although his fingers dug deeply into her asscheeks, there would have been no need to hold her in place. Micky had no intention of pulling away. Her tiny, beadlike growth swelled to even longer size as his working tongue kept lapping wildly at it.

"Ooooooohhh!" the young girl gasped. "Wow! This is really something extra-special. Uhhhhhhh... ooooooh... wowwwww..."

Baer was sinking his rapier-sharp tongue into her simmering satin slash, enjoying the taste of every drop of ooze seeping from her delicate, tender virginal hole.

He clung to her bouncing asscheeks, pulling her thighs solidly around his face. His tongue continued slicing between the hot, swampy flanges of her dripping labia, seeking out the rubber band tightness of the heated channel beyond. He lapped like a horse at spilled sugar, drinking in the hot, licentious oils from her vagina. His masculine body trembled with shuddering delight when her tight, girlish, labial muscles began squeezing and compressing around his tongue, feeling it attempt to sink all the more deeply into her. Micky's ass bounced all the more wildly as she felt all this.

She slammed her fiery, girlish pit against his hungry mouth forcing his lips to open wider and suck on the dripping cream coming from her seeping interior. Her asscheeks churned madly to the beat set by his lancing tongue as it continued alternating between massaging her madly quivering clitoris and spearing into the heated, coral tunnel of her girlish cunt.

Micky had suddenly become the aggressor, if only for a short time. Her thighs were tightly clamped around his face, and her vaginal lips were rubbing against his stabbing tongue. Each time the lingual member lunged into her seething snatch, she tightened her vaginal walls so strongly she almost had a fistlike grip on the lapping extension.

She felt his tongue and lips continue their counterattack, knifing deeply into her broiling vagina. Her tight, clutching internal vessel was actually stroking the oral plunger as it moved in and out of her pussy, the way a fist would stroke a penis. And all the while her trembling clitoris shivered and trembled, feeling new, oncoming thrills building up in her body.

"Unnnhhh!" the adolescent girl screamed. "I... ooooh... can feel somethinnnnnngggguhhhh... can't stop itttttt... uhhhhhhh... love it... love it... aaaaaaahhhhh... ohhhhhh... it feels..."

And she began shrieking out the sensations his tongue was building in her, wildly moving her round, girlish hips in a circular way, frantically waving them. She was going insane with what he was doing to her.

Baer's fingers clutched the round tender cheeks of her ass, gripping them to keep himself from falling over as his face remained buried between her soft thighs. Her buttocks rolled from side to side as she bounced and bounced again, rotating wildly as the thrilling stimulations of his lancing tongue made her brain spin. She could feel the tongue trying to sink ever deeper into the nether depths of her never-before-used cuntal channel And from the way he was doing it, she could see he was getting as much of a thrill from doing it as she was getting from feeling what he was doing.

Micky found herself senselessly moaning, and then she screeched a loud "YIIIEEEAAGGGHHH YIIEEAAGGHH!" as the first climax of her life ran wildly through her, hitting her with all the power of a tornado.

Micky trembled violently, shivering completely out of control, feeling fiery pulsations of vaginal fluid shoot from her bubbling depths into Baer's face, dribbling down his cheeks and chin. Her loins were tightly clamped around his neck as her thighs tremblingly clutched his face, all but drowning him in the murky swamp of her flaming interior as she gasped and coughed and sighed, rotating her loins madly, pumping her body the entire time.

She finally felt the last little bit of ecstatic rapture drain away. Her thighs limply uncrossed themselves and permitted his head to slide out. She could see his face literally glossed with her feminine secretions. All she could do was lie there and stare up at him as he rose, his dangling cock still limp.

"I... uhhhh... fucked my wife three times this morning," he gasped, sitting on the smaller bed. "If I hadn't, I'd fucking you right now, kid. Hey, what's your name, Red-goldilocks?"

"Micky," she gasped. "And what do you mean by fucking?"

"I mean I'd cram my cock into the pretty little slit my tongue just washed out, and I'd make you the most ecstatic little girl around here."

"That wouldn't be too hard to do," she panted. "There's only one other girl around here anywhere near my age. She gets her kicks from going swimming."

"When I teach the two of you how to fuck, neither one of you will ever want to go swimming again. Believe me, before we go home, you'll be fucking regularly for me, and loving it, provided you don't go blabbing to everyone else around here."

"Is fucking as good as what you just did to me?" she asked.

"Better," he assured her.

"Then I'm not going to tell anyone," she promised.

"Except for your girlfriend... a little later on," he winked.


CHAPTER FIVE

"Someone's touched my pudding," Nora Baer said, looking at the way it was placed in the refrigerator.

"No one's touched mine," Seymour Baer told her, dipping a spoon into the still-soft pudding in the large bowl.

"Yeah, well, I'm the one who asked for it in the first place," Albert Baer snapped, "and someone's sure as shit eaten mine all up."

"Stop complaining, you little prick," his father snapped at him, feeling more than sated. He had been here less than two hours and he'd found the kind of girl he was looking for. He had no wish to share her with his son... at least, not yet. Albert could go on banging his mother for a little while.

"Hey, somebody's busted the rocking chair, too," Albert snapped. "Look at that. I wanted to sit in that chair."

"Still complaining," Baer said to his son. "Why don't you go inside and lie down for a while. You'll feel better."

Albert went into the bedroom, and a few moments later he was out, shouting, "Someone was sleeping in my bed. It's all messed up. Boy, this is one crummy place."

"Go lie in the big bed until your mother remakes the other bed," his father insisted. "Let me eat my pudding in peace."

"Nuts!" Albert yelled. "I'm going for a walk. Maybe I can find something to do."

* * *

On the other side of the large woodland camp, Micky Montorte's mother was beginning to feel bored. She had insisted her husband allow her and Micky to come here so she could spot one or two likely looking penises she might be able to convince to ride into her. All her life, Andrea Montorte had been faithful to her husband, and all her life sex had been a big nothing... until a month before. She'd had a small vaginal irritation and she gone to her gynecologist. He had removed a small piece of membrane covering her clitoris as well as the roof of her vagina. The irritation had gone away, but her vaginal roof was now exposed to the thrusting of her husband's penis, and for the first time she began experiencing orgasms. She liked them, but her husband was good for only one shot at a time, and then he needed a three day rest afterward. But Andrea couldn't live like that. She was becoming more and more frustrated. She needed a good cock that wouldn't quit, and having read up on Mountainview Acres, she decided it was the perfect place to find a cock, or more than one cock, that wouldn't quit. She was in dire need of sexual satisfaction and, in the first week at the colony, she had found one man who, during the night, would sneak away and boff the ass off her. Unfortunately, he was only there for a one week stay. He had left earlier in the day, and so Andrea was without a cock.

Andrea had peroxide-blonde hair, and she had a body no man would want to leave. Her breasts were large, and here, in the nudist colony, it could be seen that they stood up very nicely, though she was a woman thirty-two years old. Her hips were nice and broad and her waist was very narrow. Perhaps the only disadvantage to being totally nude was the fact that men could see what her hairdresser knew for sure.

In the cabin next to the one inhabited by Andrea, and her daughter Micky, was the Masetto family. True, a lot of foliage separated the two cabins, but there was an eleven-year-old boy named Bob Masetto who liked to play peeping tom. And he had been spying on Andrea because of her big tits. He loved looking at big breasts that stood up. He had been aware of what Andrea was doing, but he was unaware that her paramour had left. And so he sneaked over to the Montorte cabin to see if Andrea was scoring with her lover again.

Andrea, who was outside resting in a hammock, happened to sit up as Bob Masetto came wandering through the bushes, and for the first time, she had an opportunity to see the eleven-year-old boy. And for such a young kid, he was hung quite well. In fact, Andrea's previous lover, who had been rather small, had been no larger than the dangling dong attached to the young boy. However, Andrea would never have even thought about doing anything with the boy had she not seen him peering into her cabin, spying. His very demeanor made it plain he had done this before. Not only that, but he had probably seen her with her previous lover. And she had the feeling the boy just might make a slip and blab what he had seen to someone, unless she found a way to shut him up. And the best way would be to make him replace her previous lover. A boy his age should have plenty of stamina.

She quietly walked up behind him while he was still peering into the cabin, and said, "Well, what have we here?"

"Huh?" young Bob asked, instantly turning around.

"What's your name?" she asked, severely.

"Bob," he told her. "Hey, please don't fink on me, huh. I didn't mean any harm. It's just that you're such a gorgeous woman and..."

"Bob, never try conning an older woman," she told him. "I have a feeling you've seen a lot more than you're willing to admit."

"Yeah, well, I guess it's true. But it's only because you were such a good-looking head in the first place that I spied on you."

"My goodness," Andrea mocked. "Where did you learn such language?"

"Look, I didn't say nothing bad..."

"No, no really," she smiled. "In a way it is a compliment. So I'll take it as a compliment, Bob."

"Hey, you can take it any way you want," he told her, panting heavily. And Andrea realized that part of the panting was due to the way he was looking at her.

She smiled and came closer, stopping directly in front of him. Looking around, she saw no one else nearby, and the trees kept them from other eyes that might have otherwise pried.

Bob stared at her luscious, womanly body, seeing how full-fleshed it appeared. She stood before him smiling, knowing she had the upper hand. Her breathing made her heavy breasts heave and as they did so, they seemed to urge him to reach out and touch them. But heck! Right here, out in the open, where everyone could see them? If someone did see them and tell his ma, he'd be in for the whipping of his life.

"Have you ever been with a woman?" she asked. "Well... uhhhh... no of course not," he finally admitted.

"Yet you seem to know an awful lot about sex."

"Yeah, well, at home I can see into my parents' bedroom, so I guess I know all about it."

"And all this week you've been looking into my bedroom as well," she smiled.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"So then, you pretty much know what to do, don't you."

Bob looked at her. The inflection in her voice was something even he couldn't misunderstand, even though he was only eleven.

"Hey, are you saying..."

"You seem to understand everything else," she smiled. "Yes, I'm saying a boy like you, with a penis like yours ought to use it."

"Well, gee, can we go inside? I mean, I wouldn't wanna do something right out here in front of the world."

"Does it matter?" she asked. "When I was in the house, you managed to see me doing it. Out here seems fine to me."

"Well, gosh, at least let's go into the woods."

"Okay, Bob," she smiled, slowly turning, letting him see her jutting breasts in profile, after which she gave him a full view of her rounded asscheeks. She looked back over her shoulder and started walking toward the trees. "My, that is a stiff little cock, isn't it."

It sure was, and from the way it shivered, Andrea could see she was having an effect on the boy. He was physically mature, and he should have been using his penis. At the moment, his cock was aimed right at the full pillows of her asscheeks as he admired the swell of her buttocks and the curvature of her spine.

He hurriedly followed her into the woods, his throbbing penis aching as she turned to face him.

"Is this better?" she asked.

"Uhhhh... yeah," the young boy nodded.

Andrea's eyes were fastened on the boy's pulsating penis, and she could see he was half afraid. She smiled, knowing that once she was through with him, he would never be afraid again. She watched him lower his eyes to the dark hairs between her thighs. He took a deep breath, exhaling noisily.

"Come here," she whispered huskily, and he stepped into her waiting, outstretched arms.

Andrea felt his arms wrap themselves around her body. She could feel his thick, turgid wang pressing against her thigh. His cock almost reached her crotch. He was growing up quickly. Her hand cupped the back of his head and held it steady as she lowered her mouth to his and lightly kissed his lips.

"Wow!" he gasped. "Oh wow! That has to be terrific. I've never had anyone kiss me like that before."

Her mouth jammed against his again, only this time her lips were parted, and her writhing tongue eeled into his mouth as she planted a seething kiss on his lips. She could feel her nipples rubbing against his young body, and the pressure of his wanton young flesh made the nipples grow. She had never done anything with a boy this young before. In fact, her previous lover had been her first, other than her husband. Somehow there was an overpowering thrill, knowing she had total domination over this young boy, and she was going to teach him everything. She rubbed her hot muff against his lower belly, feeling his throbbing penis rub against her thigh, smearing it with his leaking lubrication. His hands moved lower and clutched the asscheeks he had admired only moments before. Feeling the way he clutched her buttocks, Andrea reached down and slowly but certainly pressed her forefinger into the young boy's anus. She felt him squirm and writhe the entire time, but he stood there and let her worm the finger in. But even as she did it, she felt herself becoming overaroused. She hadn't been fucked since the previous night, and she had become addicted to cock. God! She needed it badly. She just hoped the boy wouldn't have a premature ejaculation.

Slowly, still clutching him tightly, she sank to the earth, saying, "Bob, I want you to fuck me, do you hear? I want you to fuck me."

* * *

Micky Montorte was feeling wonderful. She'd had no idea such feelings existed in this world. Well, it was just like her mother to keep all the good things a secret. It really galled her that her mother always insisted she stay away from men and boys. And ever since they had come here, supposedly for her to see what men looked like without their putting their hands on her, Micky's mother insisted she go for long walks, especially when a certain man was around. She was always curious just what it was her mother had been doing with the man, but after her session with Seymour Baer, she had a funny feeling that she knew. Gee, wouldn't it be something to watch her mother in action. She wondered if her mother was any good.

Her cabin was just up ahead, and she felt like going inside and lying down for a while. She was still a little pooped from what had happened with Seymour Baer.

"I want you to fuck me," she suddenly heard her mother's voice say, and it wasn't that far off.

Wow! This was really something. Her mother was going to fuck with someone, and she would have a chance to watch it. She carefully walked toward the sound of her mother's voice, hearing sighing and groaning. A tree was in the way, and she peered around the bole and saw... Bob Masetto? The funny looking kid with the oversize penis who was always hanging around the swimming pond, looking at her friend Judy, was with her mother. And wow! For a little guy he really had one long dong. It wasn't as long or as thick as the one she had recently touched, but it sure was big enough. And from what she could see, her mother was panting to have the boy stick it into her just where Seymour Baer had said he would like to stuff his own penis.

Andrea lay on the hardpacked earth, and the boy was all but lying on top of her. His small hands were squeezing and pressing her breasts as his knees slid between her thighs and his pecker rubbed against her creaming slit. As Micky watched, her mother grabbed the young boy's hard cock and slowly began pulling it forward. Little by little she pressed the purpling knob into the top of her broiling, pulsating slit. And as he continued squeezing her breasts, leaning forward and sucking on a nipple he had clutched between his fingers, Andrea rubbed his throbbing head against her aching clitoris, sliding her other hand along the length of the shaft until she was cupping his balls. For some reason she felt more aroused than ever before, and she realized she was the one ready for a premature orgasm.

"The moment this goes into me, I'm going to come," she gasped. "But don't worry, you can still fuck me, understand?"

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Bob was gasping.

"Hang on, because here we go," she told him, sliding his cock lower.

She could feel her vulva muscles gripping the penile head the moment she started sliding it into her. There was no way he was going to escape. She tugged his hard cock into her a little deeper, then took her hands away, wrapping them around his back, pulling and tugging until he was inside. Her knees were raised on both sides of him, and she could feel him tensing, ready to bury the rest of his pulsing penis into her. She was looking right into his eyes, and she could see the lust burning there, just as it was burning inside her.

"Ram it in!" she gasped. "Come on, Bob, Just ram it in."

"Yeah... okay..." he nodded, his tongue hanging out.

Andrea realized this was going to be the most thrilling fuck of her life. This was the first time she had ever dominated a male, and it was a lot of fun, especially since he was doing things to make her feel really good. When she and her daughter returned home, later in the year, she would have to meet with some of her daughter's male classmates and see whether or not she might be able to arrange something with them.

Micky watched, holding her breath, wondering if the young boy really knew what to do. He seemed to be hanging suspended above her mother now, as if undecided about what to do next. Most of his weight was on his forearms and knees with his thick, young penis barely nosed into Andrea's steaming pussy. Every muscle, every sinew, every cord seemed tight in his youthful body, shuddering with anticipation as he awaited the signal from Andrea that she was ready.

Micky stared, wondering what her mother was waiting for. Why didn't she go ahead and let the boy thrust it in. It was as if she were purposely making him wait in order to enhance everything when it finally did happen. The only movement was the jiggling of Andrea's large breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her finger, locked in his asshole, was perfectly still. Her smile was something that looked pasted on.

Then she shut her eyes, let out a loud breath, and said, "Fuck! Fuck it into me, NOW!"

He slammed in, and she could feel her flaming tissues enfold and surround his thrusting pike. Andrea felt so hot inside, she was certain she would scorch the shuddering cock. She thrilled to the feel of the full length of his young cock socking its way inside her, his pelvis slamming against her pubic hairs. Then he tugged back and slammed in again before she had time to draw another breath. Again, then again, then again, he pounded his pulsing penis into her seething depths. Her tight vulva clasped his lancing cock, and she felt his sphincter close tightly around her finger, so when she moved it, she kept time with the way he was pounding into her. Her hips rose each time to get the full impact of his battering ram.

"Oooooooh!" she gasped, as his pounding attack continued. "For a young boy who's... uhhhh... never done this, you're... ohhhhhhhh... terrific..."

Micky watched the wild way her mother was bucking. She saw the older woman's fingers, like talons, rake the boy's sides. Luckily, her mother never did have any nails. If she had, Bob's flesh would have been shredded. The flame-haired girl watched as her mother's heels drummed on the boy's asscheeks, and she thought to herself, So that's the way it's done.

Micky watched her mother wildly bouncing and screaming as one minor orgasm after another burned through her body. The scene was incredible. She could see the boy was in no shape to do anything but what her mother wanted, and it occurred to her that if her mother could use the boy, so could she.

Andrea could feel the boy's balls slapping solidly against the cheeks of her ass, as if a flaming pyre had started in them. Her tunnel was clinging tightly to his pulsing penis, hugging the wand as it pushed into and out of her body, making her thrill in every possible way. Each time he rammed forward, she felt him using all his strength, and it jarred her body. Her husband and the one other man to fuck her had never pounded into her with this much strength. She thought his sperm was so hot, when he finally shot it into her, her insides would melt. She could feel the turmoil in him as he continued running the penis deeper and deeper. His stroking hips seemed to move faster and faster as his crotch slammed into hers with the power of a sledge hammer. Her thighs were tightly wrapped around his waist, and with each thrust he had to crawl forward a bit as the weight behind his lunges moved her body along the solidly packed earth.

"That's it! That's it! That's it!" she kept screaming. "Keep doing it that way, Bob. Yes, yes, yes!"

As if all his balls needed was the sound of her voice to start them churning, they began spewing ropes of burning sperm into her squashing body as the young boy gasped, "HUUUUUNNNNGGG! NNNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!"

Andrea felt the needle-thin bursts of simmering cream shoot into her quaking body, and though she'd been enjoying a series of minor climaxes, there was no way she would be achieving the biggie for which she had been striving. At least, there was no way with this boy's penis. More and more of his semen was spurting into the oven of her seething cunt, and she kept screeching, "More! More! Fuck me more!"

"UGGGHHH! UUUNNNGGGHHH! HUUUNNNGGGHHH! HUUUGGGHHH!" the boy kept gasping as he pounded into her again and again.

Blast after blast of liquid flame flashed from his working cock into the seething depths of her anxious cunt as their bodies continued colliding and slamming against one another, bouncing off, then slamming together all over again. He was still in an orgasmic frenzy and she wanted him to enjoy it to the utmost, because she still had use for him.

Her finger slipped out of his asshole as her hands tightly gripped him, trying to hold his shrinking pestle inside her, but it was no use. His hard cock was hard no longer, and it continued shrinking. She would give him a little time to recover, and then she would try something else. She had to come!

"For an eleven-year-old boy who's never done anything, you sure learn fast," Andrea told him, playing with his wet, dangling pecker.

"Yeah, well, I was always a fast learner," Bob told her.

"Did you like it?" she wanted to know.

"Dam right," he nodded. "I'd be a dummy not to like it."

"Then I suppose you'll want more."

"Hey, do you mean it?" he asked. "I think that'd be terrific."

"Well, it depends on your stamina," she told him.

"Huh?"

"Your lasting power. What good is it if you keep yourself happy but don't make me happy."

"Gee," he said. "I thought you liked it."

"I loved it," she assured him. "I had a whole series of little peaks, but I never got the big one off. Now the big question is, can you recover and do it all over again."

"Gosh, I dunno," he replied.

"There are other things we can do," she told him. "Maybe your penis will harden again, and you'll even have another climax."

"Like what other things?" he wanted to know. "There's a thing called a sixty-nine, so called because the position resembles the numbers six and nine pressing against each other. While I suck on that penis of yours, trying to make it grow again, you use your mouth and tongue on my vagina."

"Yuchhhhhh! That sounds terrible."

"Most men love to do that. But, if you think you don't qualify as a man, then we can forget the whole thing."

"Hey, after what we just did, I'm as much of a man as any guy around," the boy said, defensively.

"That remains to be seen," Andrea teased. "I've known forty-year-olds who don't qualify as men." She jutted her pelvis up toward his face, rotating it, saying, "Take a good sniff, Bob. What you smell is a combination of you and me. I want to hear you say you don't like it."

He leaned forward and sniffed at her seething cunt. He could feel the heat emanating from it, but he could also smell his essence inside, mixed with her natural womanly fragrances. She watched his face, then smiled when she saw his features soften.

"Okay," he nodded. "I'll try it."

* * *

Albert Baer was in a really black mood as he walked around the enclosed colony. It was the first time in his life that he was walking nakedly around, and it took some getting used to. He passed some older women, both of whom stared at his large cock. It embarrassed him, but it also made him feel more emotional. This, in turn, started the sperm in his balls boiling. He stuck to the wooded area, seeing a few older men, none of whom cared about anything other than a little sunlight. He saw quite a few women, all his mother's age, give or take five years. Most of them had flabby bodies, but now and again he came across a woman with a nice shape, and he began drooling. He stayed in the shade of the trees for the most part, still not sure about letting himself be seen, but he could feel himself getting horny. The experience he'd had A with his mother that morning started juices flowing in him that had never flowed before.

Continuing to walk on the hardpacked earth, he was surprised to see a small, slender girl, around his own age, with her back to him. He was looking at her round white fanny, and as he came closer, he noticed it had a lot of freckles on it. He could see the pink, hairless cunt between her partly open thighs, and his tongue almost fell out. For some reason, he, like his father, felt the urge for young girls. He first realized this. He also realized she was spying on something or someone, and so moved very silently until he was directly behind her. Then he peered out from behind the tree behind which she was standing, looking over her shoulder, and he saw the other young boy with the woman. He watched the woman massaging the boy's shriveled penis, and knew he was built both longer and stronger. And as he stared, the boy and woman reversed themselves on the ground, with the woman hovering over the boy, face above his cock, while her own dripping pussy hung above his face.

"What you need is some mouth-to-prick resuscitation," Andrea told Bob, staring down at his shrunken penis.

Bob tried grinning, feeling the way her dangling breasts were teasing his belly. He was already starting to feel the heat build up in him.

"Hey," Andrea heard him say, "does you daughter know about this?"

"Micky is too young to know about these things," Andrea replied. "Why bother talking about her when you have me here."

Micky, hearing her mother's response, turned red with anger. Boy, her mother sure was a pain, keeping all the good things to herself. She was even doing things with a kid younger than herself. She knew, because when she and Judy had gone swimming in the pond, he had come along and ogled them, telling him he looked a lot older than his eleven years.

"Boy!" she snapped softly, "if I had a cock of my own, I'd show them."

"Well, you have me," Albert whispered from behind her.

Startled, Micky turned and saw the young boy with the curly black hair and the dangling penis. He had a long nose, almost as long as his penis.

"Who're you?" she asked in a whisper.

"My name's Albert Baer," he whispered back. "You can call me Al. Hey, were you serious about what you just said?"

Micky realized she was looking at the son of the man whose mouth had licked her cunt. Not only that, but his half-hard prick looked to be as thick as his father's, if not thicker.

"Yes," she nodded. "I'm very serious. Do you want to do something?"

"Boy, do I," he nodded. "Do you know how to fuck?"

"Not yet," she told him. "But we could watch what my mother is doing with Bob and do that."

Albert, who had not yet had his penis sucked, watched as Andrea slowly opened her mouth and began lowering it over Bob's cock, and murmured, "Why not!"

So the two of them lay down on the ground in exactly the same position as Andrea and Bob, only Micky was staring down at a thick, turgid wand, while her mother was about to mouth a limp caterpillar.

Andrea's lips closed softly over the flaccid tube between young Bob's thighs, and Micky, watching her mother from the grass that now concealed her body as well as that of Albert, opened her own lips and slowly surrounded the pulsing head of the young Baer's wang. Andrea compressed her lips tightly around the limp point, and Micky, watching her mother very closely from her place of concealment, did the same thing, only her own small mouth was being widely stretched as the thick knob of Albert's cock really widened the ribbon of her thin pink lips.

Andrea had her heated cunt hanging directly above Bob's face, letting him see the sexy brown puncture of her asshole as well. If the boy had felt any revulsion earlier, it was all gone now.

Andrea's lips moved lower, while her hands fondled his balls. She caressed the wrinkled little sac, and in doing so felt a little quiver in his gonads. His cock also stirred. Her mouth was sucking on the entire tiny length of it at the moment, waiting for it to grow.

Micky, seeing her mother engulf the entire penis of the boy she was with, attempted to do the same thing with Albert, but it was an impossibility. Her mouth felt the thick, thrusting meat depress her tongue and reach far back into her throat, and she still had a good inch and a half of cock not buried in her mouth.

Bob's face sank into the funnel hanging over it. He had seen her extended clitoris, and noting the way it seemed to beckon to him, touched it with his tongue. Seeing her quiver, he realized he had touched a sensitive area. His tongue licked it again, and he felt Andrea bounce.

Albert, seeing the way Andrea's thighs were pressing around Bob's face, decided he would give Micky's pussy a try. He grabbed her asscheeks with both hands and tugged her little twat down into his mouth, opening his lips wide. His tongue sank into the steaming depths of the young girl's cunt, and for the second time that afternoon, Micky thrilled to a tongue caressing her labia. First the father, now the son. Boy, this colony was going to be a fun place, after all. She felt the boy's inexpert tongue lapping away, and knew it would take her a little longer to peak this time. The boy wasn't nearly as good as his father - yet. Still, his tongue, working around in the hot pocket of her pussy made her squirm and writhe as she continued bobbing her head up and down on his delicious cock. She decided she liked the taste of the tangy flesh. And remembering how Seymour Baer's sperm had tasted, she knew if she sucked hard enough and diligently enough, she would soon be tasting this Baer's spunk as well.

Andrea sucked with her jaws literally pulling on the pulsing little wang, and she was rewarded as she felt it hardening. Little by little it became more and more stiff, and her tongue rolled around it, causing tremors to run through it. But this time the edge had been taken off. This time he wouldn't be coming too quickly. She bobbed her head up and down the full length of the swollen penis, moving slowly, letting her tongue continue to do much of the titillating, and on occasion she would pull her lips from the throbbing cock and grip it with her two hands, jerking up and down for a moment. Every now and again she would lean forward and capture the pulsing penis between her full breasts, pressing the two mammaries tightly around the dingus, feeling the heated swelling organ throb and pulsate. It was a delicious sensation.

Micky, who had no breasts yet, continued using her mouth, letting her lips tightly ring Albert's cock, while one fist tightly hung onto the base, and her other hand filled itself with his balls. She caressed the wrinkled sac continually, feeling the marbles inside roll around as if loose in the sac. Little by little the marbles were swelling, and the sac was shrinking. She was certain he would be feeling pain soon, what with the way his scrotum continued tightening, while the balls inside insisted on enlarging. Still, she continued bobbing her head up and down, up and down.

"You have a gorgeous cock," Andrea said to Bob, pressing the penis between her pectorals. "It's spongy, tasty, and it looks as delicious as it tastes. It looks like it wants to run through my mouth into my belly and penetrate my womb from that direction, this time."

Bob, being a bit young and uncertain as to what she was saying, decided the best thing for him to do was keep him mouth busy, and this he did by lapping at her vagina, probing inside with his tongue, licking out whatever of his own deposits remained inside. He could taste the difference between his own spent sperm and her dripping ooze, but it made no difference to him. He kept on sucking and drinking, gobbling it all down.

Andrea let her mouth replace her breasts around the boy's pulsating wand, swallowing the entire length inside, feeling the probing head touch the entrance to her gullet. In another year or two, it would be long enough to start probing inside. Until then, it was still long enough to almost fill her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked them in, letting their insides rub against the extended staff. She swirled the throbbing penis about in her mouth, moving her tongue around and around while bobbing her head up and down, then she pulled her mouth from the pulsating organ again, and said, "It's a wonderful cock. Soon it'll be enormous. And the outer layer of skin on the shank feels so soft and movable, while inside it's like a tube of iron. What a wonderful, wonderful cock, and soon I'm going to drink the sperm from your sweet balls. Look, they're already tightly tucked into your groin, getting ready to boil up a new mixture of the stuff just so I can taste it. Oooooh, I can hardly wait to drink that hot, wonderful stuff. Just stuff it back in my mouth and keep moving it until you fire again, and keep that wonderful tongue of yours working down there. It's terrific. Yes, Bob, you're going to be a wonderful lover."

Andrea's mouth slipped over the nozzle of his youthful hose again, and her lips tightly gripped the pulsing flesh as she sucked it as far into her mouth as it could go. Her tongue ran up and down along the shuddering shaft, up and down, up and down, her hands squeezing his balls and rubbing his asscheeks.

Micky bobbed her young head all the faster, her short red hair flying up and down wildly. Her hands continued pumping at the base of his thick cock and rubbing and massaging his balls. She was afraid to squeeze them, feeling how soft and delicate they were. She feared she might hurt him. That was something she didn't want to do.

Albert, lapping his first cunt, couldn't understand why the young girl had such a sperm taste inside her. Maybe all females had such a taste and odor in them. After all, men had such smells coming from their bodies. He knew, because he'd smelled the spunk he'd pumped into his mother earlier in the day, while his father had fucked her mouth. Still, the redhaired girl had a really tasty pair of bare pussylips, and he was enjoying himself immensely. Cuntlapping was something he would have to try with his mother. In fact, he wanted to eventually try it with Micky's mother, too. Now he realized he was a bit different from his father in that he liked older women as well as young girls. In fact, he would probably even like much older women. A cunt was a cunt, and he intended doing his best to please all of them, from six to a hundred and six. His head pushed deeper and deeper into the seething depths of Micky's little pink pussy as his tongue washed through her lathered interior. The taste was becoming less spunky and more oily.

Andrea could feel Bob getting close to an orgasm, and so slowed her mouth-action. She changed the way she was sucking, pulling her lips off the swollen dingus and licking it with her tongue, swathing it up and down. Once again, she forced a slender forefinger into the young boy's asshole, curling it until the ball of her finger found the sensitive nerve endings touching his balls. She applied no heavy pressure, but rubbed lightly, sucking on the plum-colored point of his cock with her lips while her other hand caressed his stalk.

"Eassssy..." she whispered, letting her tongue rim his corona. "Keep your own tongue movinnnnnnguuuuhhh... yes... yes... just like that... ooooooooh... that's good, that's good... I'm almost there... aaannnggghhh... lick it... lick it... and suck my little clit... oooh..."

Albert could hear what Andrea was saying to Bob, and he was doing to Micky what Andrea was telling Bob to do to her. His tongue had found Micky's little clitoris and it was lapping wildly at it, and occasionally he would suck it between his lips and pull hard, and Micky would tremble and shudder a little more. He was quickly learning about the sensitive areas of females. And this tasty little quim was making him enjoy it all the more.

Micky's head was bobbing all the more quickly now. She sucked strongly, pulling solidly on the straining penis, letting her teeth touch the rim of the corona occasionally, seeing how his cock shuddered each time her hand rubbed his balls. She sucked with all her strength, her cheeks fully bloated and swollen. Her neck was starting to ache with all the bobbing up and down, but she continued, licking and sucking, and all but chewing on the hard, pulsating wand.

Andrea's thighs were starting to tighten and squeeze tightly around young Bob's temples. The heavy flow of her delicious oozing wine was becoming even heavier, and she rammed her cuntflesh down against his face, covering it with the soft pulpiness of her inner lips, splaying them widely over his nose, mouth, and cheeks. The hot spray from her sopping pussy flooded his nostrils and his gaping young mouth, and he avidly sucked it all in and drank it all down, grinding his teeth against the softness of her wide-open inner lips. Andrea felt the entire tiny nodule of her clitoris held between his lips by suction as his teeth rubbed their edges over the sensitive bud. He whipped it this way and that with his lashing tongue, while lancing his nose into the depths of her cuntal sheath.

Albert Baer's longer nose was even more effective in Micky's burning cavern as his own teeth gripped her little pink bulletlike extension with just enough strength to make her writhe a bit more. His working nose burrowed all the more deeply into her virginal cunt, and the inner walls accustomed themselves to his length as it sloshed around inside, replacing his tongue which was now slavering along her inner labia, washing up and down.

Micky had never had a nose digging into her pussy before, and it was violently thrilling. She assumed it would be even more enjoyable when a good, solid cock, like the one on which she was sucking would finally sink its way into her. The mere thought caused her to tighten her lips all the more strongly on the pulsing wang in her mouth, and her teeth nibbled lightly near the base, doing their best to reach down to his pelvis. She sucked, pulling the thick head a little deeper into her constricted throat, knowing if it went deeper still, she might choke. Her hot cunt pressed all the more solidly against his working mouth as her own mouth moved like a piston, up and down, up and down, thrilling to the way the swollen flesh widened her cheeks and lips and pressed on her tongue each time she moved her head down.

As the clamping constriction of Andrea's thighs intensified, she swallowed Bob's cock a bit deeper into her mouth, her tongue rippling around the pulsating knob, tightly gripping it while undulating against its length. Her finger was pressing all the more surely in his asshole on the nerve-center within, making him wildly buck and hump his ass up and down in time to the way her head was bobbing. Andrea felt her belly tightening as moth wings fluttered inside her. The globes of her ass tightened and twitched in his clutching fingers as she felt him driving his face upward, almost painfully attacking her sensitive crotch. In the meantime, she sensed he had lost all control of himself and his hips were pounding up again and again as if he were trying to crawl into the, soft, safety of her womb.

Micky felt her own young loins tighten and constrict around Albert's head, and she tugged his hard prick deeper into her throat, realizing she could take the entire length in, after all. She could feel the reddened fleshy head probing into her gullet, but it didn't hurt. Her fingers dug into his asscheeks making him shudder and tremble, and she could feel his face pressing all the more deeply into her frothing funnel. His nose was so long it almost reached in as far as her hymen. She knew she had a hymen, because her mother had told her about it, warning her to keep it intact - whatever that meant.

Andrea felt young Bob coming again, his hips pounding down and then up, ramming his hard cock all the way up against her throat. Blistering jets of semen splashed against the back of her throat and began sliding down into her warm belly as she felt the boy open his mouth and scream a loud, "AAAAWWWWAAAAGGGHHHFFF!"

Considering it was his second orgasm in less than a half hour, and considering his age, it was a truly powerful, unusual climax. He humped his hips up again and again with each spurt, and she gladly swallowed it, feeling his slurping tongue moving all the more flagrantly against her tender clit.

Andrea's thighs encased the young boy's head and squeezed as she felt her own orgasm slam into her.

"EEEEYYYYAAAAIIILAAAAGGGHHHH!" she screamed, bucking up and down, slamming her hips against his head repeatedly, thrilling to the wild probe of his tongue as it continued dredging seething womanly juices from within. The flood splashed against his young face repeatedly, yet he continued lancing his tongue into her.

Micky came the same moment as her mother, but her mouth was crammed with a thick, hot, swollen dork, and all she could do was gurgle a "GGGUUUURRRRGGG! AAAARRRRGGGGG!

HHHHH!" as she felt her second climax of the day totally overwhelm her and slam through her aching body while she bounced on top of this strange boy whose mouth continued slurping into her cunt. Her own head continued riding up and down the length of his fleshy rail, and suddenly he pressed his face into her hot gash and let her cunt absorb his "HAAAAAIIIIIAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Micky continued sucking, drinking the boy's sharp, acrid spurtings, swallowing strongly and deciding there wasn't much difference in the taste of father and son. She liked them both, though she had to admit she enjoyed the son's sperm a little more because she was drinking it straight from the spouting tube, and it was much hotter as it rolled down her throat.

She felt the penis shriveling and becoming smaller, and finally it shrunk to where she realized there was no sense in continuing to suck it. Her mouth left the massive worm, and she rolled off him, lying beside him in the grass, grateful her mother was unable to see her at the moment.

And Andrea finally rolled off young Bob, finally feeling satisfied.

"You did okay," she told him, loud enough for her daughter and Albert to hear.

"Does that mean I get to come back for more?" Bob asked.

"I guess that's what it means," Andrea nodded. "You know, I think young boys are better than grown men. They seem to have so much more stamina."

"Yeah," Albert whispered to Micky, who was now sitting with her back against the tree that hid her from her mother.

But Micky inwardly disagreed. She had enjoyed Seymour Baer's mature tonguing so much more than that of his son. Not that Albert was bad, but Seymour was so much better.

Albert, who had enjoyed being with Micky as much as he had enjoyed fucking his own mother, decided it was time for him to branch out. Micky's mother would be next on his list. Somehow he had a feeling she would be glad to feel his cock.

"I'd better get back to my cabin," he whispered to Micky. "I'll see you around." Micky nodded.


CHAPTER SIX

Judy Pierce wasn't too crazy about swimming, but it seemed to be the only active thing one could do at Mountainview Acres. There was no volleyball, badminton, quoits, or handball being played here. The place seemed more like an old folks' nudist camp than an area for rest and relaxation. Her own folks were always off looking at the local flora. She saw them at night, just before she went to sleep, then once in the morning, at the breakfast table. They always made sandwiches and told her to make her own sandwich for lunch, because she never liked going with them on their flower field trips. Her parents had this thing for finding different, unusual kinds of flora, and within the boundaries of Mountainview Acres there existed all kinds of different lush vegetation they had been unable to find anywhere else in the country. If it meant going around naked in order to collect various specimens, they were more than willing to do so. After all, they were mature, well-adjusted people, and the sight of one another's nakedness shouldn't set either of them off. And they were certain their daughter could take good care of herself. After all, Mountainview Acres was a nice, quiet place.

Judy usually ate supper with Micky and her mother. She didn't want to impose, but Micky's mother insisted, basically because she felt if Micky and Judy were together, neither of them could get into much mischief. After supper, they waited an hour, then once again returned to the pond.

Tonight, as they swam, Judy could see that Micky's mind was far away, and when she pressed the redhaired girl, Micky finally related her two experiences. Judy was a little stunned, but she was the kind of girl who could accept anything if she felt it was the truth. And after Micky finished, she knew it was the truth because Micky was not the most intelligent girl in the world and would have been incapable of inventing such a story.

"What are you going to do, now?" Judy asked as Micky hoisted herself out of the water.

"Well, to tell you the truth," Micky replied, "I liked it so much, I'm in the mood for more. So I'm going to go looking for Mister Baer, and if he's alone, well, maybe we could fool around a little. Want to come along?"

"I'm not ready for a man, just yet," Judy replied, though she could feel her heart triphammering in her young breast.

"Okay," Micky smiled, "then I'll meet you tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine," Judy nodded.

It was only seven-thirty, and there was at least an hour of daylight left. Judy felt kind of funny. She didn't really know what to do. She had never had any kind of sexual experience, though she looked a bit older than her twelve years. She was three inches taller than Micky's five-feet, and she had short, curly, light brown hair cut very short. Her wide blue eyes always sparkled, and her short, upturned nose looked like a ski-jump, or so she said. She had very full lips, though they had never done any kissing. Judy's pert breasts were already starting to grow, thought neither was big enough to fill the palm of a man's hand. Each had a large, tan aureole centered with a nut-brown nipple. The hair under her arms had only just started to grow and wasn't heavy enough for her to shave, just as the strands on her pelvis were very thin and short, and hardly noticeable.

Judy was a bookworm and just as her parents were interested in all different kinds of flowers, she was interested in reading all different kinds of books. Although she had never physically had anything to do with sex, she had read a lot about it, including chapters on lesbianism. And it occurred to her that the best way to discover the joys of the flesh would be to start with her own sex. She could go on to men right after. And since Micky was already playing around with one man and his son, Judy's best bet would be to speak with Micky's mother. Micky had told her about Andrea's foray with young Bob Masetto, and since Bob's parents were probably keeping an eye on him at this time of the evening, it was more than probably that Andrea would be alone.

The walk to the cabin where Micky's mother was resting helped dry Judy off. She knocked on the door, and when Andrea told her to come in, Judy did so. Andrea was sitting by the empty fireplace. It was much too warm to start a fire.

"I thought you were with Micky," Andrea said, when Judy walked in.

"Well, to tell the truth, I was," Judy replied, "but Micky's relaxing somewhere, and I felt I would like to talk to you."

"What about?" Andrea asked.

"This afternoon," Judy told her. "You see," she went on, lying in order to cover up for Micky more than anything else, "I happened to stop by here this afternoon."

For a long moment Andrea weighed the young girl's words very carefully. She watched the way Judy's naked figure was silhouetted against the window, and Andrea, who had been sitting in a chair with a book, slowly put the book down. Her large, brownish nipples seemed to swell a little as a sinking sensation filled the pit of her stomach. She looked into Judy's bright, twinkling eyes and still wasn't sure what the girl was trying to say.

"You... stopped by... here... this afternoon," she repeated, noting her voice had a hoarse quality to it.

Judy simply nodded, her twinkling eyes never leaving Andrea's face for a moment. She walked over to the fireplace, still facing Andrea, and she said, "Funny kind of world, isn't it. We each of us have certain needs and desires, or, if you wish, hangups. I guess we just can't help ourselves, huh."

"What are you trying to say, Judy?" Andrea asked.

She stared at the youthful girl who was still standing at the fireplace, wondering if the twelve-year-old was trying to think of some blackmail ploy. Why would the girl do this?

"The point is, you were fucked by that eleven-year-old boy, Bob Masetto, and then you sucked his penis while you taught him to lick your vagina," Judy said straightforwardly.

"So?" Andrea asked, quivering a little, her full, rounded breasts hobbling up and down as she began breathing all the more heavily.

Judy sensed hot ripples shooting through her, and realized she was becoming aroused at the sight of another woman's body. She also realized it was because she wanted to become excited. She thought of all the naked bodies she had seen since coming here, feeling absolutely nothing, whether she looked at a male or female. She thought of all the times she had looked at Andrea, not thinking sexually about her in the least. But now, because she wanted to be sexually aroused, she was suddenly feeling wild urges inside her. Right now, Andrea's body was enticingly beautiful to her twelve-year-old mind, and for some unexplainable reason, she felt an urge to suck the woman's breasts. As it was, she moved forward and knelt beside the sitting Andrea, saying, "Don't worry, Missus Montorte. I'm not going to tell anyone else. That is, I won't say anything if you do as I wish."

"And just what is it you want?" Andrea asked, standing up.

"I want you to teach me how to make love," she replied. "I mean, this isn't something I can learn from a book, and before I ever let a boy or a man touch me, I want to know all the right things to do."

Andrea began retreating toward the bedroom, but Judy was following her, and when she entered the bedroom, she kept walking backwards until she stumbled and fell back on the bed. Judy came in, not bothering to shut the door. A funny struggle was going on inside the older female. She knew she wasn't a lesbian, yet the urge to play with a young girl seemed to well up inside her, and she realized it was almost as strong as the urge she'd felt to play with a young boy. When Judy came close to her and pressed a hand against her ribcage, Andrea whimpered a little, but didn't try pulling away, retreating into the bed.

She lay there, looking up into the young girl's eyes. And behind the supposed maturity of such a young girl was the real girl, the little innocent girl who was doing this with questions in her eyes. Judy wanted to learn, to have her innocence washed away, and Andrea felt her own heartbeat quicken, knowing she could be the one to teach the young girl.

Andrea felt Judy's hot little hand slide up until it cupped her full breast. The burning softness of the young girl's hand against her resilient globe was something she was unable to put into words. Heat trammeled through her aching body as Judy's thumb touched her nipple. And then the fingers were lightly stroking her entire breast with delicious, massaging strokes.

"Why me?" Andrea asked, quivering a little, realizing the quiver was because of the arousal in her.

"Why not you," Judy replied, feeling sparks shooting through her hand as she continued massaging Andrea's breast.

"Well, just what do you want?" Andrea asked.

"I want to feel what you felt when Bob put his mouth against your pussy. I want you to eat me. I want you to teach me to eat you, all at the same time. I want to make sure I'm not afraid of anyone's genitals, and then, maybe, I can do things with boys."

"Oh Lord!" Andrea gasped, feeling even more excited. Her passions were mounting steadily.

The older woman was enjoying the intimate touch of the younger girl, and deep down she saw nothing wrong with the depraved request. Fire was already starting to rage in her well-formed body. And much to her surprise, she sensed a hot flush of oily seepage spurting from between her naked thighs. The liquid moistened her heated flesh, and she felt even stronger, heated sensations in her belly because of Judy's touch.

"J-Judy," she whispered, trying once to get out of this, so she could justify to herself that she did make the attempt, "I-I'm really not the k-kind of woman who does things like this."

"What kind of woman are you?" Judy asked, her eyes twinkling even more, as if laughing at Andrea. "Do you classify yourself as a seductress of male children? Or are you merely a cocksucker of little boys? I mean, is one thing really worse than another?"

Andrea stared at the young girl with a mixture of disbelief and awe. It was impossible to think of the girl as merely twelve. But even as she thought this, her body was shuddering because of the aroused sensations the delicate pre-teen hand was causing to travel through her body. She felt totally at a loss for words, truly enjoying the touch of the young girl, noting the girl had asked to be taught, and yet she was taking the aggressive position at the moment. And because of Judy's caressing hand, she realized her head was rolling back and forth on the pillow as she lay down.

"Gosh!" Judy exclaimed, "don't take it to heart."

The younger girl was leaning over her now, caressing her cheeks with the soft palms of her hands, her fingertips lightly tracing her jawline. She was softly touching Andrea's temples, massaging the tension out of her.

"How can I not take it to heart?" Andrea asked. "I mean, you come in here, tell me you want to do all kinds of things with me, and you make me feel depraved."

"Gee, you aren't depraved," Judy whispered. "I mean, to be honest with you, I'm only doing this with you this once, to kind of get used to touching somebody else's body. When the time comes for me to swing, I want to do it with a man. I'm no more lesbo than you. That's the truth."

"I suppose we all have a little of it in ourselves," Andrea sighed, moving over on the bed, making herself more comfortable as she decided she might as well enjoy the seduction, even if it was by a younger girl. She had no idea why she was doing this so willingly. Deep down, she knew Judy would never tell about herself and Bob. Judy just wasn't that kind of girl. So she lay there, letting Judy touch her body all over, feeling her breasts, caressing her thighs, even lightly running her fingers across her open cunt, though Judy never lingered there. It was as if she were trying to build her up to it.

"Hey," Judy said, "you like my feeling your cunt, don't you? I mean, you like when I just touch it."

"I'd be a liar if I said no," Andrea admitted, feeling lightheaded and kinky at the moment.

She watched as Judy's pretty, enticing young face slowly moved down and actually kissed her cheek. Then Judy was kissing lower, pressing her lips against Andrea's throat. Gently, tenderly, the girl's fingers moved keenly along her sensitive flesh, running up her arms and shoulders again. And once again the palms ran down to her full breasts, rubbing her nipples and squeezing the bloated paps, causing burning lust to flame through her entire body. Any fleeting traces of guilt seemed to drown in the soft care of Judy's engulfing embraces. When Andrea tried possessively reaching out to cup Judy's face, she saw the girl draw her face away, as if not yet sure what the older woman intended doing.

"I'm going to lie beside you," Judy whispered, "and we can press our bodies together, and you and I can really enjoy each other."

Andrea gulped, her mind thrilling with erotic stimulation as she felt the small mounds of Judy's growing breasts thrust themselves against her as she lay down. She never thought she could be so completely aroused by so young a girl. When the girl's belly pressed itself to hers, and her wisp-covered pubis pressed against her own hairy mount, Andrea felt darting fires of licentiousness she'd never thought another female could arouse in her. Wild, confusing sensations continued running through the older woman as she looked down at the female loveliness of the younger girl. Deep down inside she felt a strong lecherous obsession to possess the girl's youth, and it was overwhelming her. A wicked fascination was shooting through her, knowing this was something even she had considered forbidden until now. Yet, she knew something delightfully sensuous was about to happen, and she realized she truly wanted it. More, she needed it just as the girl with her felt a need for her.

Judy found it difficult to believe she had blackmailed Andrea so successfully. Gee, who'd have thought she could get a gorgeous woman like this to do things with her the first time. If she was careful, she might be able to get Micky's mother to show her how to react with a man inside her. A wild, thrilling feeling was surging through her young body, and she suspected Andrea was experiencing the same sensations because of the intimate touching of their two bodies. It was almost as if she had brought out a hidden desire in the older woman. No, no, that wasn't true, not really. Mrs. Montorte was no les, just as she wasn't. Not really. But the sight of her body stretched out that way did arouse her own inner feelings. Oh heck! There was no question but that for the moment they both wanted one another.

Pushing thought from her mind, Judy pressed herself all the more tightly against Andrea and was surprised to feel the other woman's arms wrap her tightly against herself. She gasped as she felt Andrea's body rubbing against hers, making a heated, fulminating contact. And then she felt her own supple, youthful body flowing right into that of the older woman. Her hands wrapped themselves around the smooth body of the older woman, and she pressed her palms flatly against Andrea's warm back. And she trembled when she realized Andrea's hands had pushed between them and were pressing her small, forming breasts. She responded by once again cupping one of the bleached-blonde's mammaries.

Andrea sighed at the wanted contact, delightfully shocked and electrified by the small, soft hands caressing and holding her. This made her all the hotter and she lasciviously pulled the younger girl even more tightly against her, rubbing her own tremulous curves against the girl. Judy's head was a little below hers, so she bent her head down as Judy raised her face, each of them straining until their parted lips came together. It was a soft touching of lips at first, each feeling the delineated imprint of the other, and then their kisses became all the more lusting and fervent.

Each sensed the other relaxing and warming to what they were doing. Their desires continued building, hotly, anxiously, and they pressed their soft bodies all the more tightly together. Their thighs intertwined and their pelvises strove to kiss as their lips had met.

"Ohhhhh... wowwwww..." Judy was gasping. "Gee, Missus Montorte, you're... ohhhhhh..." was all she could breathe. Her lips were continually stopping to kiss Andrea's face as she finally said, "I-I'm sorry... I'm truly sorry... I would never had told anyone..."

"Hush!" Andrea whispered. "I know you wouldn't have said anything. Just don't think or talk about it."

The two females were totally swept up in their eroticism. Judy's mouth was wide open, gratefully accepting the pink tongue that Andrea was thrusting into it. She sucked on the oral digit, trying to pull it deeper, yet careful not to hurt the older woman by biting. Simultaneously, their hands groped for and found one another's breasts, tugging on each other's nipples, gently pinching and taunting the nubbins to rise and harden. Restlessly one of Andrea's hands began exploring the rest of Judy, slowly easing down along her belly, then running into the gap between her thighs, feeling the faint fuzziness first starting to grow on the girl's pelvis. Her hand slid around the thigh to the outside and grabbed the young girl's asscheek. Judy closed her eyes and moaned, reveling in the euphoric sensations. Once again she sensed Andrea's long, slender fingers tickling their way up her stomach and ribcage until they caught at a nipple. The fingers rolled and teased the rubbery extension in a loving caress that only a woman with sensitive nipples would know how to do. She felt her whole infused body quiver and quake at the wonderful lewdness of what they were doing. Her brain spun in mounting licentiousness, and she knew, even if she wanted to, it was too late to change her mind. Andrea was trying to become the aggressor, and Judy found herself unable to resist the older woman's handling of her body.

Andrea's anxious fingers crawled over her like an army of ants as she was slowly, teasingly, gently rolled onto her back. A pillow cushioned her head, and she felt the foam rubber comfortably buoy her. Her small breasts rose and fell with every gasping breath she took and she shuddered when she felt Andrea's lips close tantalizingly around her nipple and aureole. She stared at the way the blonde woman's lips pursed themselves around the rubbery nubbin, licking it with her tongue, taunting it, sending urgent salacious messages through it to the other nerve-endings in her body. Her naked flesh writhed under the oral ministrations of the older woman as she continued panting and breathing heavily.

Andrea's lips pulled and sucked the small, silken-fleshed mounds, chewing on the spongy nipples while her hot, tremulous thigh wrapped itself more tightly around that of the younger girl. Her own crotch began rubbing itself against the twelve-year-old's hips. Again, she raised her impassioned face, and her thin parted lips found the rich pillows of the girl's mouth as with flaming possession she stabbed her tongue into the girl's gasping oral cave.

Lord, but Andrea could scarcely believe the intense flames caused by the delightful nearness of the girl's tender nakedness. She felt licentious cravings she'd only known with a man, making her ache to possess this girl as much as any groin with a cock. Her belly was inflamed and churning and hot, and her flushed loins blistered with mounting desire. And then she felt the young girl responding, using her own tongue, worming the lingual digit as far up into her mouth as she was able. She sucked on it, pulling it with her lips and chewing it with her teeth. And she shivered as the younger girl's hands trailed all over her sensually aroused body with fascinating little touches. Her fingers ran over Andrea's quivering breasts, caressing and massaging them, making the nipples stand out even more strongly than before. Then the hands trailed down to her waist and reached around, moving lower until they grabbed the fleshy ovals of her shuddering buttocks. Andrea trembled even more when she felt her quivering mound being gently pried apart, and a tantalizing forefinger was massaging her anal button. The touch was provocative and tender.

And then Andrea raised herself on one elbow and reached for one of Judy's small, firm, apple-shaped breasts. Her thumb rubbed the ripple again and again, making it stretch and stand out until it was longer than it had ever been before. Her hungry eyes roamed over the young girl's body with lusting anxiety, and her voice had a tremor in it as she said, "Believe me, Judy. I've never done anything like this before. Never!"

"I know," Judy nodded. "I did this to you. I brought it out, didn't I. It's my fault."

"I-I don't know," Andrea sighed. "Really, this feeling might have been lying dormant inside me all these years, but I never realized it."

"Funny, but until a short while ago it never occurred to me I'd ever want to do this," Judy said. "But you do have such a lovely body, and when I looked at you this evening, I knew I had to do something about it. Golly! I couldn't just let you get away. I was using Bob as an excuse to get to you."

"Sure," Andrea nodded. "I understand." And she continued tenderly fondling the young girl's breasts. "Neither one of us is what might be called a bull-dyke, but we both feel these tendencies with one another. Well, why not? I like you and you like me. It may never go any further. We might never extend these feelings to any other female, but we do enjoy one another."

"I guess," Judy nodded. "I admit I love the way you touch me. Gosh! I've never felt anything so good."

"And you... you're so young and lovely and soft. You're only twelve years old, the same age as my daughter. I'll bet I'm the first person of either sex to touch you."

"Gee, I told you I came to you because I wanted to learn the right way to do things before I went with boys. That's all right with you, isn't it?"

"Sure," Andrea nodded, feeling more erotic charges shoot through her. The talk between them seemed to be doing the two of them some good. They continued discussing their feelings for a while, and Andrea continued running her palm back and forth over the flatness of the other girl's belly, letting her fingers trickle downward into the lint between her thighs, then lightly tapping her fingertips just above the pink slash of the girl's pussy.

"What did you think when you saw me sucking Bob's cock?" Andrea asked.

Judy, unable to admit she'd never seen it, shrugged, and said, "I didn't exactly like the idea."

"It's wonderful," Andrea told her. "I love it. My husband won't let me suck his penis... the fool. I never did it until I first came here. Another man made me do it to him, and after the first time, I was hooked. You'll have to do it, if you want to make the boys like you."

Andrea stared down at Judy's uninhibited, striking young face with its shining, flashing eyes, and further blasts of sensual enthrallment shuddered through her. She bent down and once again kissed Judy's hungering lips, then said, "Really, Judy. Cocksucking is part of sex. It's something you'll have to learn."

"I guess if I was hot enough I might do it," Judy admitted. "But I don't know if I could stand to take that stuff into my mouth when he comes..."

"But that's part of it," Andrea explained. "If you couldn't taste that cream there'd be no point in doing it. You love the throbbing feel of a hot cock between your lips, growing, swelling, enlarging, and then shooting all that wonderful juicy sperm down your throat. Why, if you couldn't drink that creamy stuff, there'd be no point to sucking the cock in the first place."

"Gee, I don't know..." Judy said, shaking her head, confused.

"Don't think about it at the moment," Andrea whispered, and placed her hand against the young girl's pussy. Her finger began tracing the pink, intimate separation, feeling the young girl's inner vagina fill with oily moisture. Judy immediately sensed something enjoyable was going to happen, and opened her thighs a littler wider. Teasingly, Andrea slipped a finger down into the heated cleft between her round, youthful buttocks,, caressing the tiny, pursed lips of her sphincter.

"Ohhhhh..." Judy gasped. "It feels so good, I like it." And she reached out and cupped her hand over one of Andrea's breasts.

Andrea could hear her own heavy breathing in her chest, and she said, "The feel of your smooth babylike skin is driving me wild. I never thought a little girl would make me feel this way."

"I know, I know," Judy gasped. "I felt the same way."

"I never thought I'd lick a cunt, but that's just what I'm going to do. As surely as you'll one day suck a cock, I'm going to lick that cunt of yours, just like you wanted me to do."

Judy nodded, her throat dry at the moment and incapable of replying. But her eyes said everything. They told Andrea she, Judy, wanted to do the same thing with her. She watched, her lungs exhaling strongly, as the peroxide-blonde began sliding lower, moving her face toward the young girl's sopping crotch. Her hips were already planting kisses on Judy's belly.


CHAPTER SEVEN

Albert Baer was feeling horny again, but his mother was taking a shower, so he couldn't disturb her. He decided to see if there were any other worthwhile females in Mountainview Acres, though, as he walked, he realized he was tracing his way back toward the Montorte cabin. He figured if he could find either Micky or her mother alone, he might talk one or the other into balling with him.

He was almost at the cabin when he saw a figure silhouetted against the window, looking in. As he moved closer, he recognized Bob Masetto.

"Hey," he whispered, walking up to him. "Whatcha doing?"

"Look!" Masetto told him, pointing into the bedroom.

"Hey, that's the dame you were with today," Albert said.

"Gee, you saw us?" Bob asked.

"Yeah. You were pretty good, but you need practice. I was doing the same thing with the daughter that you were doing with the mother, and believe me, I did it better."

"Well, who cares," Bob shrugged. "Just take a good look at what's going on now."

Albert peered into the window and saw Andrea with Judy as the two of them were about to go into their sixty-nine.

"Wow!" he said. "This is really something to see.

* * *

Judy raised her head, staring wide-eyed as Andrea nestled her pretty, flushed face into the warm hollow between her hot, receptively spread loins. Mad, thrilling feelings charged through the young girl's tingling thighs as she felt the older woman's ardent love-kisses trail along the heated, smooth flesh of her velvety inner thighs. Hot flashes of heavy breath teased at the young girl's smooth, sensitive flesh. Then came the wonderful, wet, searing contact of the blonde woman's pink, lapping tongue lasciviously licking the pink, fuzz-surrounded crevice of her creaming cunt. It was the first time Andrea had ever done anything like this, but she knew how it felt when it was done to her, so she licked the tasty cunnus as she would have wanted her own vagina to be licked. Her tongue moved in long, grazing, bold strokes, and the more she licked, the stronger her tongue delved into the creaming division. From the bottom of the coral slash to the very top, the moistened tongue played daintily up and down, licking and lapping, delving deeper and deeper, yet refusing to enter the heated sanctuary of her steaming hole. Each movement of the licking tongue made the gasping girl raise her loins as if trying to thrust the peachlike slices of her tender labia against the tongue on each upward thrust. She shuddered as the tongue teased the ragged edges of her searing labia.

Judy could feel the hardened bud of her clitoris poking its head out from the hooded membrane covering it. It vibrated wildly as the girl reveled in the spasmodic oral stabbings as the adoring tongue lightly lapped at it. Judy gasped and sighed, pounding her head up and down on the pillow, rolling her head from side to side while the fiery tongue continued lancing into her vagina. A lecherous drive was consuming her, and she felt as anxious to suck on Andrea's cunt, but Andrea's loins were not straddling her face.

Andrea continued driving her seeking tongue deeper into the raw, clinging flesh, letting it slide upward from the wet vaginal interior toward the palpitating buds of her tiny, shuddering nerve plexus.

The curvaceous twelve-year-old's throat felt hot and sandpapery. She would hold her breath for a few seconds, then sharply exhale at the deliciously ecstatic contact. And then new delights began permeating her heated interior.

Andrea, whose inflamed thighs were on fire with heated licks of intensifying lust at the unbelievable desire Judy's young body had ignited in her, hungrily pressed her working lips deeper. She used them to pry apart the sticky labia, opening the vaginal mouth of the pre-teen girl. At the same time, her fingers reached upward and began massaging the small, firm, round breasts of the curly haired girl. An animalistic delight burned through her at the opportunity to nibble at the seething, palpitating pussylips. Her hot, open mouth clung to the throbbing cuntlips, her tongue delving between them, seeking, exploring, tasting, thrilling, and understanding why Bob had enjoyed sucking her cunt earlier that day. Her oral digit sank deeply into the frothing vagina, seeking new tastes, enjoying new thrills, sucking at the tender flesh and knowing the young girl was enjoying everything she was doing. Her mouth moved higher so her tongue could whip the young clitoris. Then her tongue probed into the heated channel of the girl's tender cunt, exploring new pockets of sensation. She licked the hot, anxious pink flesh, feeling Judy's body leap each time her tongue went searching inside. Like the tongue of an anteater, Andrea's lingual extension seemed to reach into every part of the pre-teen's agonized body, thrusting, straining, trying to touch the virginal membrane she thought was still in there. Then, when it could reach inside no further, it invariably returned to the palpitating clitoris.

Judy gasped and thrashed about on the bed, totally out of control, while ripples of maddening lust went shooting through her carnally convulsed nookie, sending sensuous flames of desire through her agonized flesh. She began explosively gasping, drawing her thighs back, thrusting her open, hot pussy licentiously upward at the mouth of the hungering woman, anxious to feel Andrea's magic tongue reach into heated center of her naked, tanned body.

Andrea was almost choking with lust, sucking air into her lungs with short, quick breaths, never once breaking the lascivious contact of her tongue against Judy's steaming trough. Even her nose was buried in the soft, quivering flesh of the young girl's tender muff.

"Unnnhhh... unnnhhh... uuunnnhhh..." Judy was gasping. "Ohhh... Missus Montorte, this is wonderfulllll..." she choked, unbelievably overwhelmed with thrilling sensation, not able to believe another female could rouse such lust in her. "Oooooooh... keep on doing itttt... don't stop... don't stop... oooooh..."

"Look at the way that woman's going down on that girl," Albert was saying to Bob. "Did you ever see anything like it?"

"Gee, it sure is something," Bob agreed, and looked down to see his erection beating against the wall of the house. Not only that, but he could see Albert had an even bigger erection than he, and he'd always believed for someone his age, he was overlarge. What the heck! There was always someone larger.

"Hey, who's the girl?" Albert asked.

"Judy Pierce," Bob replied. "Gee, who'd ever think she was a les."

"Les or no les, we have her and the woman right where we want 'em," Albert told him.

"What're you talking about?" Bob asked.

"Suppose the two of us were to barge in right now," Albert said. "Do you realize what a bombshell that'd be. There's only one way those broads would be able to shut us up, and that's to put out for us."

"Gee, well, I dunno," Bob said. "I mean, I'm already getting something from Missus Montorte, and she's promised me a whole lot more."

"Sure," Albert nodded, "but what about that kid, Judy?"

"What d'you mean?" Bob asked.

"Wouldn't you like to get into her?"

"Oh sure, but she's kinda stuck up."

"Well, she won't be anymore," Albert promised. "Look, I'm a reasonable guy. You take Judy, and I'll bang the woman. Okay?"

"Gee, like I said, I dunno..."

"Hey, if you don't want to come inside with me, you can stay out here and watch me get all the action by myself."

"The heck, I will," Bob snapped. "I'm coming in."

"Well, then, come on."

And the two boys headed for the front door of the cabin.

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"Ooooooh... uhhhhhh... gollllly!!!" Judy sighed to the blonde woman, whose mouth was now concentrating on nibbling her tiny clitoris. Her teeth ground together as she felt Andrea chewing on her clit, making her butt bounce all over the bed. It was all so crazy, yet just wonderful enough so she didn't pull her body away from the working mouth of the older woman. The hot wetness of her tongue alternately slid in and out of her seething pussy, then licked at her shivering clit, and Judy, feeling her tongue lick her lips, cried out in a dry, cracked voice, "Missus Montorte... please... please... let me kiss your vagina, too."

Andrea, who had felt a fevered flush building between her own thighs, no longer hesitated. She raised one knee and brought it down on the other side of Judy's head, thereby holding her vagina directly above the girl's anxious mouth. But all the while, her own mouth maintained delectable contact with Judy's gash. She pressed her lush, white buttocks back and down toward Judy's anxious young face. She could feel the young girl's hands on her asscheeks, tugging them apart, and as her asscheeks were separated, so were her cuntlips. The heatedly aroused vagina sank lower and lower until it was only a tongue's length away from the girl's face.

Judy stared up into the dripping, hair-surrounded pinkness of the older woman's seething pussy as it wetly hovered directly over her face. The sight had a hypnotic effect on Judy as she stared at the seething coral flesh. Her tongue was anxious to taste the tenderness, and stabbed straight out. Her hands pulled the ass straight down, and the enticing pink crevice, framed by the dark curls, came into contact with the spearing oral digit. Judy, remembering how Andrea had licked through her cunt from top to bottom, now did the same thing with Andrea's tender cunt. Her tongue licked along the entire length of it, drinking the leaking secretions coming from within. Her fingers sank into the larger ovals of Andrea's asscheeks, tugging them even closer to her face so she could drive her tongue into the woman all the more deeply. Her oral extension eagerly examined the shuddering clitoris between Andrea's hot pussylips, then lapped across the older female's urethra as her own ass trembled all the more because of the passion mounting in her own body.

And then Judy felt her thighs being raised and pressed back beneath Andrea's armpits, so the latter could grip the moons of her shuddering ass all the more tightly with her fingers. Then Andrea's wild, lancing tongue trailed downward through the crack in her ass until it was touching her anal pucker. Wildly, the tongue lapped and speared until its tip was firmly entrenched in the tiny rectal hole, penetrating a fraction of an inch.

"My God!" Bob Masetto gasped, walking into the room with Albert Baer. "Look at that, will ya. That's really something to try."

"Yeah, well, it's time the two of us joined the party," Albert said.

"Oh Lord!" Andrea gasped, raising her head, gaping in utter shock at the two naked boys who had entered the room. Their presence froze her in her lurid position. "Christ!"

"What is it?" Judy asked, pulling her face away from the older woman's seething muff. "What's wrong?"

The sinking tone of Andrea's voice filled her with fright, as if her mother might have suddenly walked in and discovered them. Desperately she strained her neck from where she lay in the hope of being able to see what had happened.

"I'll tell you what's happened," Albert Baer said, laughing. "I'll do more than tell you, kiddo. I'll show you." And he gripped his thick wang and walked toward the bed.

Bob wasn't certain how he felt about what he had seen; It wasn't as if he was hurt, or anything. He had no right to feel anything emotionally, except that he had been enjoying what he had been watching until Albert had come along. Being this close to them, watching their dripping mouths and shining cunts still entangled, he suddenly felt jealous. Judy was lapping at the cunt he had eaten earlier, and Andrea was eating the pussy he now fully intended using. His own penis was as stretched and as solid as it could be.

"Yeah," Bob said, agreeing with Albert. "We're going to show you girls."

"Just what do you two think you're doing?" Andrea asked.

Her voice sounded half-choked as she remained kneeling there, stupefied and stunned, though her staring eyes were locked on Albert's immense phallus. For such a small boy it looked almost freakish. At the moment she was totally unaware of Judy's young body, helplessly trying to squirm out from under her.

"My gosh!" was all Judy could say, when she finally did manage to worm her way out.

"Now, you boys leave here or we'll be forced to tell your mothers you forced your way in here," Andrea said.

"You aren't going to tell anyone anything," Albert snapped. "We saw what the two of you were doing, and if you fink on us, we're gonna fink on you. Besides, what've you got against getting a little cock, huh?"

As if to emphasize what he was saying, he began lewdly pulling on his throbbing young meat as he continued to approach the bed. Andrea stared at his penis and a new obscene thrill began coursing through her. Deep down, she was enjoying all this degradation.

"Just what are you going to say?" Andrea asked. "It'll be your word against ours."

"Yeah, but I also saw you sucking on Bob's wang earlier this afternoon. And Judy, here, wasn't around. So it'll be our word against yours, and there's two of us and one of you. So, instead of giving us a hard time, you might just as well lie back and enjoy what's going to happen to you. There just isn't any way you're going to get out of this."

Andrea sighed, realizing she was once again trapped. The way things were going, the whole colony would soon be blackmailing her. Not that it was such a bad idea. The way she felt right now, she believed she could outfuck the entire colony. Hell! The boy with the long nose was right. There really was nothing she could do about all this except accept defeat. She and Judy had been caught by the two boys in what they were doing, and though she wasn't ashamed, she knew public opinion would be against her. She tried to think of some way to make it easier for the twelve-year-old girl, even as her hungry eyes remained fixed on the long-nosed boy's long, thick rod of heavy veined flesh still clutched in his pumping hand. But Judy, who was now lying beside her, said, "I'm not afraid of these two, Missus Montorte. I said I wanted an experience with a male after being with you, and it's almost as if these two came along to answer that request."

Andrea looked at the young girl through narrowed eyes, then said, "Are you sure, Judy? Are you really sure?"

New feelings of licentious desire began churning through her body at the sound of Judy's words. She couldn't help but lean down and put her lips on Judy's pink slash, licking it one more time as she waited for Judy to reply again.

Shuddering sensuality began running wildly through the young girl's body. Seeing the open, unhidden display of natural affection Andrea was giving her aroused her all the more. Unable to help herself, she replied the only way she knew how - by imitating the older woman's gesture. Passionately, she leaned her head between Andrea's thighs and used her tongue to lick into the raw, pink, inner flesh, using her tongue as a probe. Then she raised her face, nodded, and said, "Yes, I'm certain."

"Wow! Oh boy!" Bob gasped, clutching his own stiff penis as he moved around to the opposite side of the bed to stare down at Judy's pretty face with her large, pillowy lips pressing against Andrea Montorte's cunt. Heck! It was one thing to have seen that cunt before, and to have even tasted it, but it was something else to see that pretty little pink tongue of Judy Pierce licking into the same cunt he had licked. And then Judy was lying back, with her head upside down, dangling over the edge of the bed, saying, "All right, Bob. This is what you've wanted, to do something with me. You kept boasting how you're physically more mature than your age. Okay, now, prove it. Bring that thick piece of cock right over here and let me kiss it."

Andrea, hearing what the girl had said, sat up, eager to watch, and Al Baer craned his neck, anxious to see if the girl was going to do as she had said. Bob moved in closer, until his youthful, swollen cock was directly above Judy's open mouth. His small, dangling balls were ready to press against her eyes and nose. The boy felt her hands urging his thighs to open all the more widely, and then one of her hands reached up, grasped his hard cock, and began pulling it down. She anxiously pulled the thick head between her sucking lips, totally covering the glans while pushing his foreskin back and strongly sucking.

Andrea stared and felt incredible surges of lecherous heat raging through her own thighs. The sight was obscenely delightful, and the sounds of the gasping Bob thrilled her ears. She could hear Judy almost humming a tuneless sound, thoroughly enjoying what she was doing, gripping the boy's asscheeks and pulling him lower in the hope of forcing more of his throbbing penis into her young mouth. At the same time, Andrea realized Judy was using her other hand to reach between her thighs, fingering the steaming pink opening and making Andrea thrill with more tingles. Judy's fingers reached forward and seemed to find the older woman's clasping hole, and she began running her fingers in and out of the steamy aperture. Her thumb rubbed Andrea's clitoris, making the older woman gasp and writhe, pulling Andrea belly-down on top of her.

So totally overwhelming were the orgiastic sensations running through Andrea's intensively seething thighs due to the way Judy's fingers were manipulating her cunt, that she barely heard the moaning, groaning, panting sounds made by the others. Her hands automatically reached out and grabbed the hot, hard pulsing meat between Al Baer's thighs, clasping it tightly, stroking the loose flesh beneath the circumcised head back and forth as she pulled the young boy toward her. When he was close enough, she squeezed the thick rod tightly, amazed to find it was longer and thicker than any penis she had ever seen before. Then, without thinking, she leaned forward and sucked the massive head between her lips, licking it as it slid into her mouth.

"Owowwwwww!" Albert gasped, gazing down with widespread eyes at the fusion of his throbbing cock with her pursing lips. He shivered delightedly watching the way her thin lips ovalled around his stalk, sucking him all the more deeply into her mouth, feeling the way her licking tongue was all over the knob of his prick at once, lapping, swirling, and teasing. He had to lean forward and bend down, pressing his hands into the bed to keep himself from falling. And when he finally did get his balance and he was ready to ram it all the deeper into her mouth, she pulled her face away, letting his hard cock dangle in mid-air.

"That's a tasty cock," Andrea whispered, "and something this long and this thick deserves more. It deserves to take away a girl's virginity. Would you like that?"

"Ohhh yeahhhhh!" Albert nodded, his mouth hanging slackly open, feeling her hands grip his throbbing penis tightly.

Pulling and tugging, Andrea slowly guided the pulsating shaft of the older boy's penis down toward the pink, gaping slash of Judy's virginal pussy. With the splayed fingers of one hand, Andrea parted Judy's swollen, flushed cuntlips wide, while with her other hand, she tugged Albert's thick, young cock closer, finally inserting the head snugly between the labia, moving it up and down until it finally lodged in the tight channel-mouth. She felt the sweet, young girl's body tremble in anticipation of what was about to happen. Judy's soft, vulnerable loins quivered because of the sensual thrills she was feeling, and then, as Andrea continued gripping the shank of Albert's hard cock, she gasped as the older woman said, "All right, nice and easy. Come on, dear boy. Push it into her virginal tightness nice and easy. Don't worry about not fitting. She'll expand inside and fit very nicely around your thick penis. You can fuck her for a little while, then take it out and I'll suck it for a while. Then you'll put it back into her, then I'll suck it again. Her cunt, my mouth, her cunt, my mouth, then back to her cunt again." The taste and feel of Bob's young penis in her sucking mouth, while her fingers continued feeling Andrea's internal tightness, added to the pressure of Albert's cock about to press into her hot vagina, made Judy sensually writhe as never before. Fantastic sensations were intoxicating her young body as surely as if she were drunk. Intensive lust burned through her, charging wildly and insanely through her. She pulled Bob's penis deeper into her mouth, sucking wildly at the piquant sweetness of his thick flesh. Her tongue rolled itself around the spongy head repeatedly, and the tip of her tongue licked into the little slit in the head of his penis, tasting the slightly salty oil he was emitting. It had an almost spicy flavor, making her lick more and more as her lips folded all the more tightly around the boy's thickness. The hand she had been using to grip his asscheek now slid between his thighs and caressed his dangling balls. She felt the scrotum rubbing against the bridge of her young nose, and then she slowly pulled it from her mouth and guided it slowly to Andrea's waiting cunt.

Judy felt like saying something, but the breathtaking pressure of Albert's cock into her tight, wet, virginal tunnel made her gasp. And then, when he rammed forward very suddenly, all her breath seemed to be swept out of her body. She was unaware of the fact that her hymen had broken a few days earlier, when she had been swimming, and so she was spared the agony of her maidenhead being tom out. Even so, she groaned as the thick cock stretched her girlish channel, shooting all kinds of erotic agony through her. The huge length and thickness of his cock sent shuddering delights mixed with pain shooting through her entire body. Her hand clutched Bob's cock all the more tightly, preventing it from entering Andrea's hot box. Albert's overgrown boy-cock rammed into her young belly like a heated battering ram, chugging into the tight confines of her heated belly.

"Uuuuunnnnnggggghhhhh!" she gasped, thrashing about beyond control.

Bob began wailing because her hand was squeezing his hard cock so tightly. Andrea, seeing what was happening, tried comforting her.

"It's all right, sweet girl," she whispered. "The pain will only be there for a moment. Lord! He has such a wonderful cock, too. It's really beautiful. And he's going to push it in deeper and bury it right up to the balls in your sweet little cunt. I can see it all. And when he gets it all the way in, I'm going to tongue your pretty little clit. That'll make it even better. Now hurry, hurry, put Bob's penis into my cunt, and we can lick each other as well as their cocks at the same time. Now do it, honey, do it!"

"Oh wow!" Bob gasped, realizing Judy was guiding his cock into Andrea's tight snatch. He was fucking the hot pussy a second time in the same day, only this time he knew he wouldn't come too quickly. This time he would be able to hold off until she finally reached her peak. He felt his stiff, burning staff being guided between the soft, hair-lined lips, and then it was slowly moving into the tight, hot, buttery depths as he heard Judy gasp, "Fuck her, Bob. Fuck her hard!"

Young Bob Masetto's brain spun wildly as youthfully fired desire made him ram his hard cock all the way into the blonde woman's tightness. He uncontrollably surrendered himself to the throbbing demands of his own carnal body, realizing he was also gratifying the salacious wishes of the two females as well. The heated liquid depths of Mrs. Montorte's seething vagina had completely absorbed the full length of his pulsing penis. It had sucked his flesh into its wet warmth. Judy had no more than pushed the heavy, purpling head between Andrea's cuntlips when the pouting lips of woman's tight vagina had pressed upward and engulfed the solid staff. Because Andrea had been positioned above Judy, with her cunt still above Judy's head as the latter allowed her head to dangle over the side of the bed, Bob had fucked into Andrea's cunt dog-style, and now he felt the white mounds of her ass rise up against his belly as her asscheeks parted, revealing the brown pucker of her anus.

Andrea humped her ass back, thrilling to the wild way the boy was fucking into her. She could feel the heavy thickness moving in and out, but this time she was aware he wouldn't be coming quite as quickly as he had the first time.

Judy could see his testicles flapping wildly against the button of Andrea's throbbing clit. She raised her head, and catching the rhythm of the way he was pounding into Andrea's cunt, she opened her mouth and slowly, carefully, engulfed his scrotal sac. At the same time, she reached up and pressed her finger against Andrea's asshole, enhancing the sensations for the blonde woman. Lord! She'd never had any idea fucking could be this much fun, even if there had been some initial pain.

Andrea, for her part, had never dreamed such debauchery could exist. And to find it with three young children made it all the more intensifying. Thrills pervaded her entire being, making her shudder with a delight she had never imagined. To control three such young people with such sensual captivation was a lechery that totally delighted her. They had lustful desires raging inside each of them as strong as anything running through adults. She could feel the solid hardness of Bob's pounding penis frustratingly ram into her tightly gripping pussy. And she slammed her knowing, wanton buttocks against his young, hairless pelvis, feeling the equal delight of Judy's finger pushing slowly into her rectum, corkscrewing and touching her anal walls with as much verve as Bob's cock massaging her vaginal interior.

Judy felt Albert's thick cock slowly pushing deeper into her tight channel, and though there was still the agony of feeling her vaginal walls stretched, there was an accompanying thrill that made her tremble with wild wantonness. Although she was very tight, she felt herself widening to accommodate the thickness of his cock, and then little by little she felt the entire length of it fill her vaginal cavity. Oh, this was really good.

"Now!" Andrea gasped, seeing the base of the boy's penis grind against the fuzzy pelvis of the girl's vagina. "Now I want to suck it!" She was hovering over it, staring down at the way it had entered Judy's pussy, and she realized she was drooling with anxiety.

Reaching forward, she pressed against Albert's pelvis until he had withdrawn his penis from inside Judy's steaming pussy. And when he thrust it forward, it was rammed into her mouth. She had no difficulty accepting the entire length inside, feeling his young, thick, pulsing glans rub her esophagus as it pushed a little into her gullet. Her two hands gripped his asscheeks and pulled him forward in such a way as to make him understand that she wanted him fucking her face. And Albert was happy to oblige. He wickedly slammed his hips forward, ramming his penis far into her throat while she gladly, willingly sucked it all in, cupping and massaging his sperm-bloated young balls with an anxiety that was driving the boy wild.

Judy's finger continued spiraling inside Andrea's rectum and the blonde woman gasped as she continued sucking on her hardened flesh-candy. And then she felt Bob's cock slowly sliding out of her cunt. When it kept on going until it was all the way out, and it didn't return, she surmised Judy was sucking on the boy's penis again.

Albert could only stare down at the licentious scene, staring as his thick, solid wang slid from Judy's grasping cunt into Andrea's sucking mouth, and then out again. He knew this was all new to him and so he wouldn't be able to hold his lust back much longer. Wild sensations in his balls let him know he was going to blow his seed... and soon. Since his feelings were solely for his own pleasure, not caring in the least about any of the other three, he slammed his hard cock back and forth with the powering pressure of an express train. Wow! This was one scene that had become too much for him. He knew the sperm was seeping higher, and at any second he was going to blast.

"Oohhhhhh!" he shouted, as his hard penis was once again tugged from the heated shelter of Judy's sucking cunt and crammed into the nether depths of Andrea's mouth. "I'm... uhhhh... gonna come! Oh God! I'm gonna come! Yes, yes, yes, here I... OHHHHHH... COMMMMME... AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!"

Andrea frantically cupped her hands around his heavy balls and took the thick, long length of cock as far into her throat as possible. She didn't want the boy coming in Judy's cunt and creating any unwanted problems. Since she had introduced Judy to all this, she would have to show her how to douche, too. But this was hardly the time to start. So she swallowed the full hardness of the boy's swollen cock, feeling more thrills as Judy's finger continued rummaging through her rectum.

Dear God! She suddenly realized that the pressure of Bob's cock in her steaming cunt and Judy's finger in her ass suddenly made her tremble as the climax began welling up inside her. Her ass charged back and forth as she felt the hard cock continuing to pound through her pussy, while Judy's tongue now pressed itself against her clitoris. Added to the finger in her ass, it all became too much for Andrea, and she gurgled out a "HAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!" and spasmed violently as she swallowed the first heavy shootings of Albert's jism. The heavy cock in her mouth was blasting its heated seed through her gullet, flooding it with wild spurts of gushing, creamy fluid as her own vaginal lips tightly convulsed and pulled on Bob's thrusting cock, feeling it starting to swell.

"They're both coming," Judy gasped to young Bob. "You, too?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I just gotta come!" he gasped.

And I have to taste his seed and see if its as good as Missus Montorte says, Judy thought, and just before the young boy fired his load, she tugged the thrusting cock from inside Andrea and rammed it into her own mouth, hungrily sucking as she sensed it convulse. Her tongue passionately ran up and down the length of it and sucked, strongly, feeling Andrea's fingers tickle her vaginal interior. The woman's thumb was wildly massaging her own clitoris, spreading her steaming pussylips wide apart so she could thrust two fingers inside as well.

The violent fingering was all Judy needed to reach her first orgasm, and as she felt Bob spurt his seed down her throat, sucking and chewing and slurping, she hit her own peak. The gushing seed prevented her from shouting, but it didn't matter. The strength of her orgasm was in no way diminished. Rather it was enhanced because she was still sucking violently on young Bob's pulsing penis as he rammed it in and out of her mouth.

The two females sucked strongly, drinking all the boiling seed the two boys had to offer. And when it was finally over, they were reluctant to allow the two dangling penises to withdraw from between their lips. Finally the boys tugged themselves away, and Andrea rolled over, lying next to Judy, on the bed.

"Gee," Judy gasped, "this is one night I'll never forget."

"That makes four of us," Bob Masetto agreed. "Hey, the two of you aren't really mad at us because of this, are you?"

"No," Andrea said, shaking her head. "But in the future it would be nice if you asked instead of just walking in and demanding. We were more than willing."

"It's my fault," Albert Baer said, flopping on the small bed half-way across the room. "I conned him into it. But next time I'll ask. Hey, you know, you're better than your daughter?"

"You mean Micky..." Andrea began.

"You'd better believe it," Albert smiled, closing his eyes.


CHAPTER EIGHT

Micky had found the Baer cabin again with almost no difficulty. Seymour Baer was relaxing, listening to the radio, and his wife was nowhere in sight. So Micky knocked on the cabin door, and Seymour answered it. He was delighted to see her and invited her in, saying, "I was thinking about you. You know, I'm really anxious to fuck that little cherry right out of you."

"Well, that's why I came by," she readily admitted.

"We'll have to work my wife into the mood," Seymour told her. "I mean, this is going to be Nora's first experience with another female, and she might object."

"Well, gee, this is my first time with another female, too," Micky told him.

"Does it bother you?" Baer asked.

"Not really," she answered. "I've learned a thing or two with your son, too."

"Did you let him fuck you?" he asked.

"No, but we did a couple of other things. He's not as good as you are with his mouth. But I sure learned a lot about cocksucking. Gee, he's built as big as you."

"All the men in my family are built big," he told her. "Are you reticent about kissing a woman between her thighs?"

"I never thought about it," Micky truthfully answered, "but seeing how avidly you sucked my pussy, I guess there must be something to it. So I'm willing to give it a try."

At that moment, Nora, who had been in the bathroom taking a shower, emerged. She stared at Micky with open curiosity, knowing her husband's penchant for teens and pre-teens. She knew he would be going out looking, but she hadn't expected a girl to come looking for him.

"Hi," Micky said. "I'm Micky Montorte. My mother and I have a cabin on the other side of the colony."

"What made you suddenly show up here, this evening?" Nora asked, her squeaky clean naked body shining brightly.

"Well, I'm the one who sneaked in here and ate your son's pudding, this afternoon," Micky replied. "So I thought I'd come back and apologize."

"Is that the only reason why you came?" Nora asked, knowing full well it wasn't.

"Well, to be honest, your husband here has wild ideas, and I like them."

"And am I supposed to sit around and watch?"

Nora asked.

"Heck no," Seymour told her. 'This is going to be a threesome. In fact, the two of you can start, and then I'll join in. It should be a lot of fun."

"Why not!" Nora shrugged. "Well, do we play here, or in the bedroom."

"Right here, in the livingroom, on the floor, seems nice," Seymour said. "Why don't you just lie down and let Micky do things to you. She's as inexperienced with girls as you are, but I'll bet the two of you could really learn a lot from one another."

"Hey, look," Micky broke in. "I'm not looking to start a family hassle, or anything. I just came looking for a little fun. I don't want you people getting upset and then calling my mother, or anything like that. I mean, mom has no idea that I like doing things like this."

"Don't worry," Seymour assured her. "Everything'll be okay. This is kind of a new thing for Nora, so she's a little nervous. She'll calm down. Go on, start playing."

Micky grinned at Nora who looked back with uncomprehending eyes at first. She had expected her husband to ball the little tart, and then maybe do something with her afterward. But he was telling her he wanted some direct fooling around between herself and the girl, and it was something for which she was not quite prepared.

"Maybe you should go first," Nora said to her husband.

"Come on, Nora," Seymour smiled. "Let yourself go, relax. It isn't as if the kid is going to hurt you, or anything. We're all here to have a good time."

Nora watched as her husband sat on the hard wooden chair, and she hoped he would get splinters in his ass. He was staring at Micky's flat chest, almost as if he was trying to pick out her nipples from her other freckles. Then she turned her gaze back to the young redhead, realizing Micky was going to fondle her if she allowed it. Each time the girl moved, changing her stance, she looked as if she were attempting some kind of seduction, waggling her young hips, thrusting her pelvis forward so Seymour could see its pretty, bare surface.

"Seymour!" Nora objected. "I admit having a fondness for young boys, and I would probably love doing something with a bevy of them, but a young girl doesn't have the same appeal for me as it does for you."

"You'll love it," Seymour assured her. "It's just like playing with a young boy, only there's no cock. And when we finally do need a penis, we can always use mine."

"Do I have to?" Nora asked.

"Come on, Nora, don't be a spoil-sport. If you don't like it after you've tried it, that's another story. But give it a try."

Nora was irritated by the way her husband kept staring at the redhaired girl. It had been an expression she had only seen when he had looked at her previously. She was a little jealous, and she admitted it. Fucking for her own son hadn't seemed nearly as outrageous as this, which her husband now proposed she do. But then, after having allowed her son to prong her, she knew she had no right to object to what her husband wanted.

She sat on the floor with her head resting against the overstuffed sofa. She saw Micky kneeling between her thighs as if uncertain as to what to do. But she had no doubt the redhaired girl would learn in a hurry. She would have tried closing her thighs had not Micky pushed her shoulders between them. Micky was already running her fingers up and down her inner thighs, and it made Nora tremble.

"Look," Micky said, facing Seymour. "Something like this is only fun when the other person is willing. Your wife doesn't seem to like it, so maybe I should stop it."

"This is something to which Nora will have to become accustomed," Seymour told the young girl. "Don't worry. I mean, it isn't as if she were hostile and actually resisting you."

Standing, Seymour walked over to where his wife lay on the floor and sat on the overstuffed sofa. He reached down and with his hands began caressing her breasts. She writhed and squirmed, immediately sighing at his touch. Then he stopped and sat back.

Feeling heated, yet defenseless because of the ridiculous position in which her husband was putting her, Nora merely shut her eyes and decided to keep silent. She sensed something almost belligerent in her husband's attitude merely because she wasn't responding as he'd hoped. To anger him even more would be pointless, especially since they were going to be here an entire month.

Now she could feel Micky's soft, feminine, caressing little hands running lightly over her quivering thighs, touching them in a slow, erotic, sensuous way. Then Micky's fingers trailed inward, caressing her soft, upper thighs while moving closer and closer to her vagina. Considering the fact that the girl was claiming she had never done this before, she was good, very good. It was as if, being a girl and knowing what made her responsive, she was touching Nora in all the right spots.

The naked, aroused wife could feel her tender clitoris swelling and enlarging like a tiny flickering tongue of flame, and in spite of her attempts to try and control her inner self, she realized she was fast losing control.

Micky's licking tongue continued, moving over Nora's hand, sliding between her fingers, causing shudders to travel up and down her spine. Lord! She had no idea why she was resisting what the girl was doing to her. Perhaps it was because her husband hadn't discussed it with her first. Yet, the young girl's lewd, obscene tonguings at her straining thighs built the blaze inside her higher and higher. Tiny shocks of pleasure began spurting through her. She felt a static sensation crackle through her shivering, rapidly responding body.

Looking straight up and back at her husband, she could see his stiff cock standing out from between his thighs. A wicked smile played across his lips as he watched the young teenager playing with her.

Nora could almost feel the young redhead's eyes burning into the coral, shining slice between her labia as the membranes peered protectively from between her fingers. Then she felt the girl's hot cheek resting on her thigh, close enough for Micky's nose and lips to be tickled by the wisps of hair protruding from around her pinky. And the young girl was actually using her tongue to lick the wetness from those little curling hairs.

The more Micky's tongue probed, the more Nora attempted to resist. Yet, Nora continually became more and more excited. And much of the excitement was caused by her pressing her own fingers into her own seething pussy. She could feel Micky's tongue darting around, trying to probe between her fingers as if seeking an opening. Nora kept moving her fingers around to prevent the girl from reaching into her vagina, but as she did so, she continued massaging her vaginal lips. The desperate movements of defense only served to intensify her wanton arousal, and she realized she couldn't go on struggling against the strong, obscene pleasures filling her much longer.

Her heated cunt was now becoming very wet, and her sighs increased as Micky's burrowing mouth found an unprotected corner of her vagina, and using her tongue, urged Nora's fingers to move a little. Now the adept pre-teen licked fanatically, and Nora clamped her lips together and fought with what little inner strength she had not to surrender. But even as she fought, she knew it was a losing battle. She was as licentious as her husband. In fact, she was more so. Seymour would never allow himself to become enmeshed with another male, yet here she was, being totally and wantonly aroused by another female... a female her husband was lusting to possess.

Utterly delicious and delectable sensations continued to course through her anguished body, and she knew there was no way for her to fight them. Oh God! There was a raging need in her quivering vagina, and if it took Micky's tongue to satisfy that need, then so be it. Her sighs and gasps intensified, as if she had been injected with something to make her feel everything happening to her all the more sensuously.

"Ooooooh!" she sighed, the moan escaping involuntarily from her throat.

"Hey, come on," Micky whispered. "You aren't being fair. Give me a chance to prove I can do a good job. Just lie back and relax, huh. I'm as new to this as you are."

Abruptly, in a surprise move, Micky pushed her head a little lower while forcing her hands under Nora's buttocks, raising them. She licked strongly, teasing the older woman's perineum while her clutching fingers pulled Nora's asscheeks wider apart. Nora sighed and shuddered as Micky's hands continued working to pull her buttocks apart. The petite, energetic, redhaired pre-teen tilted the older woman's hips just the littlest bit, and Nora trembled as she felt the pink tongue of the young girl flick across her recently showered anus.

"Unnnggghh!" Nora gasped. "I like it. Yes, I like it."

She wanted to move to stop the younger girl, and she took her hand from her vagina expecting to grab Micky by her hair. But the moment she exposed her hair-lined snatch, Micky's tongue slurped up and sank into the creaming split. And now Nora realized she was caught, but good. She writhed maddeningly, her hands gripping Micky's head, but instead of pulling on the hair to yank the girl up and away from her frothing split, she found herself pushing down as she undulated her hips on the floor, and wriggled her cuntlips even closer to the young girl's working mouth. She felt the pink, slithery tongue working deeper and deeper into her drenched vagina as she continued to helplessly slam her hot cunt into the young girl's face. The searing tongue thrust burningly into the lust-enlarged entrance, and Nora gave up any pretense of trying to fight the girl.

With her head resting against the foot of the sofa, Nora stared down at the redhead, watching her, gazing at the intoxicating sight of her flame-colored hair bobbing up and down as her mouth continued its delightful work. She could feel soft puffs of cool air touching her vagina when the other girl's tongue attacked another part of her steaming enclosure. The pink, lapping digit seemed to be digging all the more deeply into her, and she was sliding down, lifting her hips, letting her asscheeks bounce on the hands that still clutched them. Now the lathered tongue was licking from the bottom of her cuntal cave up to her shuddering clitoris.

Nora fell flatly on the floor, and Micky pulled her face from the older woman's fuming center. She began kissing her way up Nora's belly, stopping only to suck at the older woman's nipples for a moment. Then she sprawled her scrawny length out on top of Nora, cunt-down, feeling her bare pelvis rub into the seething, hair-covered pussy she had just finished tasting. Her pelvis began a slow, grinding motion as she rubbed her own leaking cuntlips against those of the older woman. Her bare pubis massaged Nora's steadily moistening pit, exciting Nora even more. Her mouth was kissing Nora's neck, and then it was kissing Nora's mouth, and Nora was kissing back.

"Open your thighs wider," Micky pleaded. "If I rub my pussy against yours, we'll both like it."

Nora looked up at her husband for confirmation. He nodded and grinned, thinking he'd been so intent in watching what the young girl was doing, he never realized how excited his wife would feel. The enlarged cock between his thighs was throbbing and pulsing madly, as he said, "Go on, Nora. Do as she says. It should be interesting to see one woman fuck another, even if one of them is a girl."

The obscenely pinned Nora felt Micky's small, supple-fleshed body pressing against her own. The redhead's flat breasts were rubbing against her own nipples, and though the girl had no breasts to speak of, the pressure of her nipples was highly stimulating.

Nora could see Seymour's prick, throbbing and pounding, twitching from thigh to thigh as he sat and stared at what was happening between herself and the young girl. And then she saw Micky bend her head and pop one of her nipples into her obscenely pretty mouth. Nora felt her nipple swell and expand until it had become almost bullet-shaped. Wild thrills charged through her entire naked form, and Nora felt as if a balloon were inflating somewhere inside her body. God! If the balloon swelled any larger, it would explode. What new depravities did this girl want to do with her?

Nora found that the soft loins surrounding her vagina were opening wider and wider as the young girl hungrily sucked her nipple and used her hands to push her thighs wider apart. This was so licentiously stimulating, Nora surrendered herself completely to what the girl wanted.

Micky began grinding her seething little vagina solidly against Nora's burning pussy as the aroused older woman sighed and mewled with shameless pleasure, thrusting up, rotating widespread hips as if they were hinged to ball-bearings. And while Micky continued lasciviously rubbing her seething pussy against Nora's heated quim, the older woman watched as Seymour leaned closer, his tongue all but hanging out of his mouth as he stared at what was going on. He was on his feet, looking at them, his large phallus swinging from side-to-side like a huge boom, preceding him like some rigid serpent.

Seymour,. his brain spinning with excitement, fell to the floor beside the two crotch-humping females. He pressed his pulsing wang into his wife's thigh, feeling the two females pound against one another, becoming all the more excited, thereby exciting him as well.

"Look at that," Micky squealed, "just look at that beautiful cock."

"I've seen it many times," Nora gasped.

"How many times have you sucked it?" Micky asked, curious.

"Probably more times than you'll ever suck all the men's cocks you'll ever know," Nora replied, panting.

"Let's see you suck it now," Micky urged, making Seymour bring his throbbing penis close to his wife's face while he was still lying flat on the carpet. She tugged hard, and Seymour moved, noting his penis was between their two faces now.

And then Micky was shoving his cock down, while turning Nora's head toward the wavering flail. Her hand pressed on the back of Nora's head, jamming it forward. But Nora never needed urging when it came to the sucking of her husband's hard cock. Her lips parted, opening wide, and with no urging whatsoever they closed tightly over the pulsating head of Seymour's throbbing wang. It was her own savory, meat-covered bone, and it always tasted delicious. As always, the penile head was soft, rubbery, and wonderfully resilient. The head slipped easily back and forth between her pursed lips, never once pulling out, never once jamming itself all the way in, as if the penis was teasing Nora's humid mouth, making her want to urge the cock to sink deeper. At the same time, she could feel the bare mound of Micky's vagina still grinding back and forth with maddening rhythm against her own pussy. It moved in time to the way her husband's penis rubbed its way in and out of her sucking mouth.

Nora began bloating and hollowing her sucking jaws, sucking more of Seymour's rigid wang into the hot depths of her anxious mouth. At the same time, Micky began slithering down Nora's body, kissing her breasts again, then moving lower, pressing her face between the older woman's thighs again. But this time there was no initial resistance. She lanced her tongue into Nora's flooded trench.

Nora continued wildly sucking her husband's hard cock while thrusting her body against the working mouth of the young girl. Her hand gripped the swollen base so she could pull it even more deeply into her mouth, sucking with wild verve, totally unrestrained. She strained her thighs as wide apart as possible, this time determined to enjoy the feeling of Micky's slurping mouth. The soft thrills of trembling passion had developed into internal eruptions, and she felt a minor orgasm charging through her anguished body.

Yes, she decided, she definitely was depraved. There were no two ways about it. And she was wallowing and luxuriating in her depravity.

"Ooommmphh!" she gasped, continuing to suck her husband's thick extension.

A second orgasm was about to well up inside Nora, and she felt Micky suddenly stop tonguing her down there.

"It's my turn to suck his penis," Micky insisted, and she began crawling up to where she had been before.

Nora continued greedily slurping on the penis until she felt her husband suddenly pull the solid dork from between the thin pulling lips with which she had held him. Turning her head, she watched as Seymour slipped his giant wang between Micky's lips. And she suddenly realized it was thrilling and exciting to watch someone else suck a penis. Nora stared as Micky's mouth pressed lovingly against the throbbing rod. The young girl's tongue ran lovingly over the lust-bloated point, then she parted her lips all the more to swallow in as much of his thick, pulsing length as possible. Her cheeks puffed out lewdly as her tongue continued swirling along the length of the heavy cock.

Feeling more aroused than ever, Nora leaned her face close to that of the sucking young girl, and as Micky continued sucking Seymour's cock from the top, slowly eeling her lips down over the massive, pulsing wand, Nora used her lips and teeth to grip the base of the cock, sucking and chewing lightly, but titillating his hard cock. Her tongue lapped at whatever the young redhead's mouth could not engulf. She was still lying beneath Micky, who was wildly rotating her hot cunt against Nora's, while continuing to suck Seymour's lust-swollen dong. Nora thrilled to the pressure of the young girl's nakedness against her own wanton body. She could feel the slithery labia of the young girl's pussy pressing against her own. There seemed to be an imagined dildo between the two of them, holding them together, and the two sets of outer labia continued rubbing and massaging one another.

Seymour, looking at what was happening, thought he would go out of his mind with eroticism, watching what the two females were doing. He moved his pulsating wang from one hungry mouth to the other, thrilling to the slight differences he could feel as he moved his hard cock from one tongue to the other. He lay on his side, pounding his asscheeks back and forth, shoving his bloated hardness into one mouth, then into the other.

The two females were becoming more and more passionate. At one point they were pressing their lips together with the turgid wand between them, sucking and kissing at the same time, letting their mouths run up and down the length of the hammerlike cock. Then Nora's mouth drifted lower and began lapping at her husband's heavy balls while Micky continued a solo sucking of his trembling wang.

Seymour, unable to take this sweet torture any longer, pulled himself free, then threw Micky on top of his wife to keep the two females from getting up. He scuttled around behind them, watching the way the two vaginas continued rubbing together. He threw himself on top of the two women, forming a perverse kind of sandwich with Micky in the middle.

"Oooooooh yessssss!" Micky nodded, feeling the man's pulsing penis pressing against her labial doors. She didn't care if there had to be a little pain first, nor did she care about what her mother had said about keeping her hymen intact. She had to have that cock fucked into her... and now.

She felt Seymour pressing his knobby point between her twitching cuntlips, and then, with his weight still on her, but with her ass and cunt slightly raised because of the way it lay on Nora's seething mount, Micky felt the thick wand slowly start pushing in.

"Uuhhnnhhh!" she gasped, suddenly aware of the pain.

It wasn't a little pain either. It hurt. It hurt a lot. She could feel the massive, swollen member pressing all the more deeply into her shuddering pussy, stretching her delicate internal membranes, forcing them wider and wider apart. She wriggled, hoping to squirm out from between the Baers, but she was firmly caught between them. Her clitoris was rubbing delectably against the upstanding clit of Nora's pussy, but her deep, narrow tunnel was being stretched until it felt as if it was being tugged out of shape, permanently. The working penis continued driving its way into her, and then, with a particularly hard thrust, she felt it tear through her girlish cherry, causing a blinding flash of agony. She wanted to scream, but Nora, underneath her, pressed hands on the back of her head, forcing their mouths together. And Micky suddenly understood the older woman was getting as much from her defloration in the way of thrills as her husband.

"I'm all the way in," she heard Seymour Baer whispering. "From now on, all the pain will be gone."

It took a few minutes longer than Baer had predicted, but little by little Micky did feel the pain slowly disappear. The tearing, ripping, shredding agony she had felt in her inner cunt slowly gave way to a mounting sensation of total pleasure.

"Fuck me!" Micky screeched. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and don't ever stop fucking me.

Please, please, please!"

Nora could feel Seymour screwing into the hot-blooded pre-teen from above, thrilling to the pressure of his sperm-filled balls slapping solidly against her own seething quimlips. With each thrust Seymour sank his solid wang a little deeper into the tender redhead's pussy, feeling the eager way her cunt walls milked his thrusting peter. The young girl's belly rippled violently with thrilling lust, making her slam her body all the harder against Nora who was underneath. And all the while the two females sucked each other's tongues and kissed one another's lips, while continuing the friction that kept their clitorises rubbing together.

Seymour's weight shifted, and Nora could hear his cock come slurping out of Micky's hot hole, all covered with her blood and oil, and then he was moving his body, squirming it lower and pushing his hard penis into Nora's tight quim. He grabbed a cushion from the couch and jammed it under Nora's buttocks, raising her body a good seven inches off the floor. Now his thrusting cock was in a position to alternate between the two vaginas. At the moment he was screwing into his wife with a wild vengeance, thrilling to the tight way her cunt continued gripping his hard cock. Micky's slender body, between them, acted like a foam rubber buffer, increasing the thrillingly obscene effect of Seymour's wild fucking. The tight, wet, sucking heat of Nora's throbbing cunt sucked around her husband's ravaging dick like a maddening vacuum.

The wantonly excited wife felt she was so aroused she was past being able to enjoy another climax. Things with her husband had never been this good, and they had been good, really good.

"Ummmmm!" she hummed, her mouth still pressed to Micky's. She wanted things like this to go on forever, and then she remembered they would be here for a least a month. A month of wild fucking like this would be a month she would remember for the rest of her life.

* * *

They began changing positions, almost as if this were a game of musical chairs. Nora was on top of Micky, and she was doing the clit-fucking, while her husband's cock fucked Micky's tender pussy until the little redhead shrieked out her orgasm. It was her first climax with a cock in her cunt, and added to the pressure of Nora's clitoris against her own, it was the most sensational thing she'd ever felt. And then, with her husband fucking solidly into the redhead using the standard position, Nora sucked the base of Seymour's cock and licked Micky's clitoris at the same time. And then, when her husband fucked her cunt from behind, dog-style, she sank her face all the way into Micky's seething muff, licking and lapping and sucking and slurping until she finally had a wild orgasm all her own. Then, while she sucked on her husband's rod, Micky licked her asshole, and Seymour sucked on Micky's cunt. It was a wild chain.

All told, each of the females had seven separate orgasms, and it wasn't until the two of them went to work on Seymour's cock together, sucking and chewing it, and kissing each other's mouths around it, that they finally made him peak. They took turns drinking his sperm, and they moved their heads so quickly and so expertly, that not a drop was wasted. Nora caught the first two spurts, then Micky sucked out the next four. Then Nora's mouth returned to her husband's wang and sucked for a good fifteen seconds, after which her mouth went and sucked his balls while Micky finished drinking what was left.

And then the two women French-kissed, each trying to suck some secondhand semen from the other's mouth, and neither succeeding.

It was nearly nine-thirty when Micky finally left the Baer cabin. She passed Albert Baer on her way back, but neither noticed the other. Each was too caught up in dreaming about the past few hours to notice anyone else.

When she got to her cabin, her mother saw the sticky red stains running down her thigh, and knew her daughter had some of her own heated blood. She couldn't fault the girl for that. But as she washed the girl in a tub of hot water, she resolved she would teach her about douching as well.


CHAPTER NINE

Things were getting out of hand, and Andrea Montorte was worried. Everything had been fine when she had screwed for the two boys. It was even all right for Judy Pierce to become involved, but when her own daughter became part of the orgy, this might well be time to stop everything. The way to do it would be to go and speak with Seymour Baer. But she had no idea what his wife did or didn't know, so she decided it might be a good idea to have Baer come to her cabin when no one else was around. The only way she could get word to Baer to meet with her would be to speak with Albert the next time she saw him.

Unfortunately, Albert misunderstood Andrea, either accidentally or on purpose. On the way back to his cabin the following day, after speaking with Andrea Montorte, he met Bob Masetto, and Albert said something about their having a three-man orgy with Mrs. Montorte. And since Bob had nothing better to do, he agreed. So the two of them went to the Baer cabin, and Albert told his father Micky's mother wanted to talk to him.

Nora Baer, who was making lunch for her husband and herself, overheard what her son was saying to his father, and she felt a little miffed at being left out. She decided to wait until her husband left, then she would go looking for Micky, and this girl Judy that her son had mentioned, and the three of them would go to the Montorte cabin and see just what was so special about Andrea Montorte that the two of them could not get involved.

* * *

It was a little past two o'clock when the two boys and Seymour Baer arrived at the Montorte cabin. And the moment the three males entered her cabin, Andrea knew she had trouble.

"What is this?" Andrea asked, as the three males sat their naked bodies in the various chairs and sofa around the room.

"Albert told me you wanted to see me," Seymour Baer replied, "so here we are."

"I'm afraid your son misunderstood," Andrea insisted. "I wanted to speak with you privately, about my daughter."

"What about her?" Baer asked.

"I know you've been... well..."

"The word you're looking for is 'fucking'," Baer smiled. "Yes, I've been fucking your daughter, just like you've been fucking with my son and Bob here."

"Didn't it ever occur to you a twelve-year-old girl is still very naive in some respects? She could easily have become pregnant."

"No chance," Baer replied, shaking his head. "I had a vasectomy around the same time my wife had her tubes tied. I mean, my wife isn't the only woman I fuck, and I had to make sure I didn't leave any reminders of myself behind. No, Micky was safe right from the start. I like to think I'm considerate with my female companions."

"How considerate is it to take a twelve-year-old girl and do something like that to her?" Andrea asked.

"Is the pot calling the kettle black?" Baer asked. "I mean, aside from the fact that you've already dallied with two young boys, I hear you did all right with a twelve-year-old girl all by yourself. That makes us two of a kind."

"What do you mean?" Andrea asked.

"I mean, we both enjoy younger people of the opposite sex, though your foray with that girl, what's her name, Judy, kind of makes you bi-sexual. At any rate, the boys and I are here, and it would really be a shame to let us leave without our enjoying you, and you enjoying us, don't you agree?"

"No," Andrea replied. "I'm sorry, but I like to choose my own males and not be chosen by them."

"Hey, come on," Albert insisted, moving closer to her. "We had a ball before. We can do it again. I mean, you like us."

"I just don't think it would be right to do anything with the seducer of my daughter," Andrea insisted, though the two boys were both next to her by now, each cupping a breast. She didn't resist them. The bleached-blonde moaned as their young squeezing hands pawed her unprotected resilient hillocks of titflesh... almost mauling them with the tight way they were squeezing. The heat of their breath on her throat started fires burning in her all over again. Any possible resolutions she might have made about tempering her activities suddenly fell to pieces.

"Wow!" Albert sighed, feeling her full breast, "this is really something. I mean, it's a lot better than touching those small tits of Judy's, or those nonexistent tits of Micky's. Your tits feel as good as my mom's, and believe me, mom has fabulous tits. It feels good to fondle them again. Wow! Missus Montorte, I just have to fuck your cunt, this time."

"Well, by the time this day is over, she'll more than have her fill of cock," Baer said, standing up, his hardon stabbing the air before him.

Andrea stared at the solid cock and was surprised she wasn't more astonished. It was slightly longer than Albert's, though it was no thicker. Perhaps it was even a bit more slender. True, it was an astonishingly long and heavy penis, even for an adult male, but after having seen Albert's, Andrea was not in the least astounded by Baer's "stick." But there was something about Baer's nonchalant attitude that she detested. True, he had a nice body and a pleasant-enough face, but his mannerisms turned her off, and she couldn't, for the life of her, understand why her daughter had gone to this man.

All the while, the two boys were continuing to manipulate her sensitive breasts, and Andrea sighed, feeling fires of lust building higher and higher in her body. She realized she was very easy to arouse. All she had to do was look at an erection, and her body became inflamed. Even her detesting Seymour Baer was not enough to make her insides cool off.

"What's troubling you?" Baer asked. "We're not here to hurt or harm you. We're here to have fun, like you had fun, yesterday. I'm sorry I'm not a little boy, too. If I were, you'd probably be on your knees, sucking and licking my cock. But you'll like it just as much from me as from the boys. And as I said before, I've been vasected. You won't have to wash my sperm out of you."

"Come on, Missus Montorte," Bob whispered. "You know you like it," he said, manipulating her breasts. "Why fight it? I mean, it isn't as if we're out to do something you don't like. We aren't gonna hurt you. It'll be like the last time, only this time you'll get a bigger kick than ever. You have three guys who're gonna make it with you, all at once."

Andrea knew there was no way to get out of this, short of screaming her head off. And if she did that, and the security guards surrounding the place came rushing in, she'd feel more embarrassed than ever, feeling all their eyes on her naked body.

Even worse, her family and herself would never be permitted to return here, and she had come to like this place... a lot. She could tell the Baers and Bob Masetto meant everything they'd said about having fun with her. She could see the three large penises swelled up to immense size, and she knew, one way or another, all the penises would be injected into her body.

She considered running, but vetoed that idea. To begin with, anyone outside, seeing her running away, would wonder what it was she was running from. If the males did not chase her, she would once again look foolish. If they did chase her, they would catch her in almost no time, and they would fuck her anyway. So, running was out of the question.

Seymour Baer had moved over to where Bob Masetto was standing, and he took the boy's place, feeling her swollen globes. True, it wasn't as much fun as playing with her daughter, but it was a change, and the change would make him appreciate Micky all the more. He was looking forward to having a threesome in the near future with Micky and her girlfriend Judy. But for now, he'd settle for screwing Micky's mother. Hell! Andrea Montorte was a good looking piece, and he would love to ride on her body for a while.

Between them, the two Baers all but carried Andrea into the bedroom with Bob Masetto following. And once they were in the bedroom, Masetto kneeled in front of the woman's white, creamy body as if bowing before an altar of Venus. He pressed his lips into her flat belly, and Andrea felt herself shudder. It was still good. She was still vibrantly thrilled by whatever the young boy did. She loved the way his hands ran up and down the outside of her smooth, white hips.

"Gee!" he choked. "Missus Montorte, as far as I'm concerned, you still have the best female body in the colony. Honest!"

"Yes, she does have nice breasts," Seymour Baer nodded.

"And she has great legs, too," Albert insisted. "Look at her beautiful thighs."

"Damn, let me get a better look," Baer insisted, freeing her arm and moving in front of her as Masetto was doing. Bob got to his feet, pressing his nose to her flesh and inhaling the rich aroma of her body.

"Isn't she really something?" Albert asked.

"Yes," Baer agreed. "She's really something. That pouting cunt of hers is sprinkled with all that dark-brown pussy hair, and even if it is a different color from the hair on her head, it does look luscious. Let's get her on the bed where we can really go to work on her. My cock is so hard it feels petrified."

Andrea made no effort to fight them as they lowered her to the bed. She had more than merely resolved to accept what was about to happen. She was looking forward to it. She wanted it.

An almost-sadistic twinge of enthrallment charged through Seymour Baer when he saw Andrea had resolved to accept what was about to happen. He liked his women willing. There was no pleasure in trying to make a woman succumb when she really didn't want to do anything. Damn! To think his twelve-year-old son had been playing with this great-looking cunt. Shit! He couldn't blame the boy. The mother radiated sex, much like her daughter.

Andrea felt herself being pressed back onto the bed, and she fell back willingly. Her eyes were wide with excitement, feeling she was somehow or other about to undergo some kind of abasement, and it thrilled her. Her husband had always been a passive lay. Her first lover, whom she had met here at Mountainview Acres, had been somewhat quiescent about the way he'd done things, even if he had insisted she learn to suck his cock. Perhaps it was his insistence that had made her enjoy him all the more. And then, when the two boys had broken in on Judy and herself, deep down inside she had felt wonderful. Yes, she was the kind of woman who liked being forced - a little - to do things. Her breath was catching in her throat as the excitement built up in her, and her body began trembling even more when she saw Seymour Baer's hungry face slowly lean down toward her wide-open pussy.

"Come on, Missus Montorte, we should be friends," he said, breathing on her vagina.

"Andrea!" she gasped. "My name's Andrea."

"Thatta girl," he said, breathing cool air on the trembling pink labia. "We're going to be great friends. Right now, let me inspect the 'canoe' with the man in it."

Too aroused to think of refusing, Andrea spread her full white thighs even wider apart. The thin, salacious pink slash of her secret flesh parted a little before his hungry eyes. She jumped when he gently inserted a finger between them, pulling them apart, slowly thrusting his digit all the way up into her tight, womanly passage, feeling how strong her cunt walls gripped. His thumb rubbed against her clit as his finger pressed its full length into her.

"Unnnggghh!" she gasped, raising her hips and rotating her thighs, thrilling to his obscene fingering of her pussy.

Bob Masetto laughed a little, enjoying the sight of this woman's cunt being pierced. He stared at the way the older Baer moved his solid finger slickly in and out, rubbing it deeper and deeper into the sensitive, pink-fleshed pussy. Cheez! She really had some sweet body. No wonder he never seemed to be able to get enough of her. How could anybody get enough of a lady like this? Her husband must be one real dummy.

"Gee, I'd like to slam my cock into you," he gasped to Andrea. "I don't know about Al and his dad here, but I'm hot for you, Missus Montorte."

The young boy's hungry eyes remained glued to the way Seymour Baer's finger continued running in and out of the heated pussy. Wow! She was such a fantastic-looking lady. Fantastic.

"Wait'll you see my mom," Albert whispered to him. "She looks just as good. And if you play everything right, you'll be able to fuck her, too. and Micky, also."

"Gee!" Bob sighed, wistfully. "You've balled them all, even Judy. Gee! You're really lucky."

"And to think, this whole thing started for me only yesterday morning," Albert mused. "I hope Heaven is this good."

"Hey, instead of you two kids bullshitting here all day long," Seymour said to the two boys, "why don't you find something the lady and I can drink. I'd like a shot before stabbing my wang into her cunt. And just between us, her cunt is as tight as that of many virgins."

He tugged his violating finger from the heated, sucking depths of Andrea's seething nookie, but Andrea lay perfectly still. She had been thrilled beyond words at the way his finger had probed into her. He might be an obnoxious person, but if anyone knew what to do with a woman, this was the man. For the first time in her life she was going to get "stuck" by someone who really knew how to do the job.

"Hey, pop, I'll go see what there is around here," Albert said. "But you save that hot mouth of hers for my cock. I fucked it last night, and it was terrific. I want another shot at it."

"Yeah, you go look in the kitchen area," Bob told Albert. "I saw a bottle in there the other day, when I was..."

"Shut up!" Andrea snapped at Bob. "You say a word about what you saw, and III never let you touch me again."

"She's right," Baer told the young Masetto. "A true gentleman never tells. Go find the booze, Al. We'll save her mouth for you."

Andrea listened to their licentious words, feeling hotter and hotter with each passing moment. Her eyes were locked on Bob's body for the moment, staring at his pulsing penis. She had to admit, she never tired of looking at a good cock, and young Bob definitely had a good cock, even if it was a bit shorter and thinner than either of the other two. It was still big enough, as far as she was concerned. A tremor shuddered through her aching body, and she sensed her insides enjoying ecstatic thrills simply because she knew he would be putting that cock somewhere inside her. She could see his young balls dangling between his youthful thighs. Bob's hand was gripping it tightly, lewdly stroking it back and forth, making the purple head turn a rich magenta.

"Gee, you look at my cock as if you really like it," Bob said, pointing it toward her face.

"I do," Andrea admitted. "I like it a lot. I can't wait for you to put it inside me."

"I hope you go for mine as well," Seymour Baer said to her. "This is the one that's going to fuck your sweet cunt first."

"Okay," Andrea nodded, feeling a funny calm settle over her.

"Hey, dad, all I could find was some scotch," Albert said, returning with a half-filled bottle of Chivas Regal.

"It'll do," his father told him, nodding and taking the bottle from him. Seymour took two or three healthy swallows and handed the bottle to Andrea. She looked at him, shrugged, took a small swig, then handed the bottle back to him. Baer took one more drink, then handed the bottle to Albert who put the top back on, and put it down on the nearby night table.

"Hey," he said, "remember, I get firsts at her mouth."

"And I'll go first in her cunt," Baer nodded.

"What about me?" Bob Masetto asked.

"You get her ass," Baer told the boy. "Perhaps, because you have the tiniest cock of the three of us, that would be the best way anyway. I'll bet you have the sweetest little hot sodomizing hole a woman could have," he smiled at Andrea.

Andrea, who had never been ass-fucked before, felt a little apprehensive. She trembled a little at the debasing thought of having her asshole penetrated by the young boy's pulsing cock. Yet, looking at the three trembling cocks, she became even more aroused than ever before. The previous night she had enjoyed being fucked by one cock while sucking on another. But now, to have three penises crammed into her, well that would really be something. There was no doubt about it.

Mountainview Acres was definitely a fun place.

Even though none of the three of them was moving just yet, her mind was picturing the lewd sight of a penis lodged in her ass while another one filled her hot cunt. Her mind couldn't imagine how it would feel, but she could just about envision how it would look. And to be able to suck on a third cock while the other two were rummaging through her lower tunnels sounded like sheer ecstasy.

"I need another swallow," she told Baer.

The man motioned to Albert to give her the bottle. The boy took it from the night table and handed it to his father, who, in turn, gave it to Andrea. She took a heftier swallow this time, then handed the bottle back to Albert, who put it back on the table. In the meantime, Seymour Baer was rubbing her breasts.

Andrea felt the amber liquid burning its way through her belly, anxious to get into her bloodstream and circulate through her body. She lay back on the bed and felt their hands running over her body, massaging her flesh, titillating and arousing her. Licentious desire built to a higher pitch than ever in the bleached-blonde's body, and though she normally would have fucked for all three of them without being given any stimulant, she felt more aroused than ever at the moment. Erotic stimulation burned through every pore in her anxious body, and she became more heated than ever.

Her thought process was interrupted as she realized Seymour Baer had gotten onto the bed and was crawling between her thighs. His hands were spreading her white, naked, unresisting loins, and his massive cock was pointed directly at her vagina. This would be the thickest cock to ever fill her tight pussy.

"Go on, Mister Baer," Bob gasped. "Push it all the way in, then hold her steady so I can fill her ass with my cock."

For a moment, Andrea thought of her prudish husband. She wondered how he would react were he to walk in and see his wife being fucked by three males at once. His mind would refuse to accept the fact that she was doing it willingly, and he would scream she was being raped. She was glad he wasn't around. The idea of going home and being fucked by him once a week... maybe... was something she found impossible to accept. Once she got back home, she would have to line up a whole group of lovers to fuck her during the day, while her husband was off, working. And knowing her daughter as she did, she was sure Micky would probably want to get in on the action as well.

Her eyes focused on the solid body of the man above her, moving closer and closer between her wide-apart thighs. She could tell he was gripping the heavy length of hard cock in his right hand, ready to guide it into her quivering quim. She felt him push it forward, taunting the tender, coral lips of her juicy cunt with it, rubbing the hardened, spongy head right up against her. The instant touch of its hard, hot flesh against the tingling, rapturous softness of her seething vaginal lips provoked sensual writhings to quiver through her aroused body.

"Unnnnhhhh!" she gasped, totally unrestrained and out of control. "Lorrdduhh!"

Slowly, very slowly, Seymour Baer pushed his massive truncheon all the way into her, burying it in her right up to his throbbing balls.

"Lemme see her asshole!" Bob Masetto insisted, impatient to get into her. "Come on, let me get a look at it."

With his throbbing phallus still buried all the way inside Andrea Montorte's seething cunt, Seymour Baer rolled over and lay on his side, turning the woman's back to the young boy. Bob looked at the full white mounds of her obscenely presented ass, seeing the way Baer's cock fit so snugly inside her clutching pussy.

"Oooooh! I love it" Andrea gasped. "I love all of it."

"Yeah, you love a good cock, huh," Bob said to her as Baer suddenly tugged his throbbing cock from her anxious interior and let it slide through her slit so that the head was rubbing against the bottom of the woman's asscheeks. The shank of his thrusting penis rode against her sensitively splayed labia, making the woman moan and sigh with shuddering delight.

"Ooooooh!" Andrea gasped. "Feels so good!!!"

The scotch was burning its way through her bloodstream by now. Her pussy, inflamed from having had Baer's cock run in and out of it, felt a keener need for a fulfilling return than ever before. The liquor was blinding her reasoning power, and this was all so wild and insanely maddening. She'd go out of her mind if he didn't return that hot, heavy, hard cock to the creaming depths of her flooded pussy.

"Hey, you like this, don't you," Baer whispered as he gripped his hard cock and rubbed its head against her burgeoning clitoris.

"Yes, yes, yes," Andrea replied, feeling Bob spreading her white, bouncy asscheeks apart, exposing the tiny puckered brownie of her tender asshole.

"Hey, Al," Bob called to Albert Baer. "Hey, get a load of this pretty asshole. Boy, it's really tight. I'm gonna have a job fitting my cock in there. So soft, so tender, just waiting to be jammed with my prick. Wow!"

"Ooooh... stop teassingg meee!" Andrea gasped, reaching for Seymour Baer's hard, taunting rod. "Put it back in, put it back in, please, please, yessss. That's why you came here, to fuck me. Well then, put it back in nowwwww. Fuck me!"

This was some breathtaking woman, all right. Seymour Baer had to admit she was as good as his own wife, and this was the only kind of woman who could distract him from the idea of fucking little girls. Not that it would be a permanent distraction, but it was a worthwhile change. If he had to fuck an adult woman other than his wife, this was definitely the woman, mmmmmmmm Andrea uncontrollably drew her knees up to her breasts, then moved them forward, wrapping them around the man's knowing body. Her nails dug into the hard flesh of his shoulders, and the ragged, lust-fired lips of her sucking vagina searched for his jutting cock as she wiggled her hips and rotated her buttocks in an effort to feel the pulsing peter press between her labial curtains. Then, when she felt the rubbing hardness of his lust-incited glans pressing slowly between the lips of her seething cunt, she thrust forward, screaming, "Now! Fuck it into me now!"

The bleached-blonde felt Baer eagerly insert his thrusting wang into her sopping, soaking, pulsating vaginal orifice, and her eyes began opening all the more widely with lust as the heavy phallus once again pressed its way into her. The tightness of her vagina could be clearly felt as Baer's huge wang slowly slid deeper. Christ! This was a thick, wonderful cock, all right. She gasped as with a flexing forward motion of his hips he rammed it all the way into her. The snug, elasticized lips widened to take in the wonderful full length of his penis, and she found herself whimpering and simpering and gasping as it sank deeper and deeper.

"Uhhnnnhhh!" she gasped, the guttural sound seeming to come from her very soul. "Fu-u-u-ck!" she gasped. "Please, oh please, now!"


CHAPTER TEN

Nora had found Micky and Judy sitting around the pond, but neither of them had gone in swimming. They were too busy reminiscing about the happenings of the previous night. Each girl was relating her experiences to the other, and each was reliving the other's enjoyment with her.

"Gee," Micky was saying, "you and I will have to go after someone together next. It's a lot of fun having another female around."

"It's even more fun when you have two males around," Judy assured her.

"Well," Nora interrupted, stepping into the clearing where they were seated, "how would the two of you girls like to have three males at once."

"Gee, that'd be terrific," Judy said.

"Well, I happen to know where three males are working on one female, and I don't think it's right she should get them all, even if she is your mother, Micky."

"Gee, you mean mom has three guys with her right now?"

"My son, my husband and from what I overheard, another boy. All three went to see your mother."

"Hey, that's not fair," Judy interrupted. "She should leave a little something for us."

"You're absolutely right," Nora agreed. "I suggest we go over there and remedy the situation immediately."

* * *

Seymour Baer felt sadistically thrilled at the way Andrea was sighing and gasping because of the way he had plunged his hot, hard, dork into her narrow, squeezing, sucking feminine cauldron. Christ! She was as tight as her daughter, at least as far as his own cock was concerned. He probed deeper and deeper, and Andrea was widening her thighs, urging him to sink it as far into her as possible. Shit! What a woman! What a fabulous woman! She was every bit as good as Nora. One night, he would have to fuck the two of them by himself.

Bob Masetto was laughing with glee, stroking his own pulsating peter. This was the greatest woman he had ever know. He was sure Albert's mother couldn't be nearly as good. He loved the way she was writhing and rotating on the heavy dick lancing into her squirming body. She was kicking, as if riding a bicycle on her side.

Andrea was pounding her small fists on Seymour Baer's back, she was so overcome with delight.

Even though she had wanted the penis inside her badly, she hadn't realized just how good it would feel when it returned until it finally did sink into her. It felt like an immense log in her narrow tightness. He was like a bull ramming into a lamb rather than a cow. Yet, in spite of some minor discomfort, there was no pain. His widening of her inner feminine vise was the most wonderful thing she could recall feeling. It was better than anything Bob had done to her.

"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped. "It's so wonderfully big, so big. And it feels so good."

Seymour was enjoying her immensely, and his mind was already racing ahead, thinking of the evening. Maybe the two boys would like to go off with the younger girls, and he would be able to enjoy this luscious woman, along with his wife, in his own cabin. He liked his cabin a little better than this one because it was in a slightly more secluded area. Christ! Between his wife and this woman, he might be totally worn out. He knew he'd never be able to get enough of the two of them together in a single fuck session.

Raising his hips and withdrawing his hard cock about four inches, he held it back, waiting for her to beg for it. And when she did, he slammed it as hard as he could, filling her with it. She gasped, as if he was too thick for her, but he wasn't overly worried. If her daughter's tight, narrow pussy could handle his cock, there was no reason why this woman couldn't do it. Baer filled her with his pronging meat again and again, thrilling to the tickle of her pubic hairs against his own groin. Every now and again he had to admit he liked feeling pelvic fuzz brush his mouth. Jesus! She was tight, though. Not even Nora was this tight, unless she applied muscle pressure.

"Unnggghhh!" Andrea gasped, still lying on her side with him on his side, slamming his solid gristle as far into her aching body as it would go.

"Hey d'you really like thick cocks?" Bob Masetto asked, squeezing her asscheeks again with his hands.

Even in her ecstasy, Andrea could tell Masetto was worried she might like the Baers' cock better than his own, so she turned her head, smiled back at him, and said, "I love your penis... uhhhhh... Bob. And it's much thicker than most boys your age. And as you get older it'll get... ooooooh... longer and thicker. But even now... ahhhhhh... it's good."

Albert Baer was watching his father with envy. He wanted to jam his throbbing prick right back down Andrea's throat, as he had done the previous night, but he had to wait a little longer, until his father was sure she wouldn't squirm off his cock. In the meantime, he reached forward between his father's body and that of Andrea, and he began squeezing her melonlike breasts.

"Ooonnnhhh!" Andrea gasped. "Do that, do that, and don't stop! Keep on doing that."

The woman writhed maddeningly, thrilling to the hands of the two boys while the man continued pounding his pecker into her clutching depths. There was no doubt this was an experienced man who knew what he was doing. Every movement, every flex, every twitch of his pounding cock was driving her wild with lust. She found it hard to believe she was holding such a thick cock so easily as it sank again and again into the throbbing tightness of her narrow cunt. Yes, yes, it was true, she was taking this hard cock into the seething depths of her flaming cunt again and again. She wanted to feel the head of his battering cock widen her cervix and ram all the way up into her womb. She needed more.

'Tuck me harder!" she snapped at Baer.

Never one to argue with a lady at a time like this, Seymour Baer took a deep breath and pushed the boys away, rolling her onto her back. Then he dug his knees into the mattress and slammed forward with all his strength, feeling his swollen penis ride deeply into her tightly resisting channel. The force of his driving plunge sent rippling waves of lust through her soft, pink vagina. His swollen cock-head pressed against her cervix and for an instant forced it wider, pushing itself into the mouth of her womb before retreating and preparing to repeat the maneuver.

Andrea felt all the air whoosh out of her. There was nothing left for her to scream. All she could do was let out a choking gasp as his charging into her womb took her breath away. She convulsively jerked and twitched from the painfully erotic delight shocking its way through her trembling body. The cock raced into her womb again and again, the bloated head stretching her cervix, making her feel as if she were pregnant, with the fetus trying to ram its way into her rather than forcing its way out. An array of scintillating explosions went off in her thrilled brain as she felt the hard, hot, throbbing length pound into her and flex itself when it was all the way inside. Every crevice, every fold, every wrinkle in her inner channel seemed to be smoothing out because of the onslaught of the mighty phallus plunging into it. She was afraid to breathe, lest it take away from the wonderful sensations she was feeling. There was still a little pain each time his thrusting cock pressed into her womb, but it was a wonderful pain. Thrilling sensations ran the length of her body from her toenails to her hair, and she felt charged with electricity each time his thrusting cock rammed its way into her. She couldn't help but wonder if anything had been torn inside her. Her unbelievable widened cunt was still adjusting, while erotic fermentations continued swelling inside her.

"Hey, Mister Baer," Bob was complaining, "you've been fucking her long enough by yourself. I think it's time us two also got in on the action. Now, come on, you roll her over again and let me get to her ass. You can't hog everything."

Reluctantly, Seymour Baer pulled the woman against him then did a one hundred and eighty degree turnabout on the bed, keeping her locked on top of him with his hard cock thrust all the way up into her burning oven. Andrea felt herself sitting on top of him, and she dug her knees into the bed and began wildly pounding her body against him, filling her tight snatch with his thickness again and again.

She felt Bob moving behind her, once again grabbing the soft, quivering cheeks of her ass with his hands and tugging them open. He was assuming the position between her thighs from the rear that Seymour Baer had taken a few minutes earlier. She felt the boy stretching her womanly asscheeks far apart. She didn't know if she could take him much longer. He was as inexperienced as Baer was experienced, and his fumbling hands might accidentally hurt her back there.

"Uhhh... easy... easy... go easy, Bob..." she gasped. "You could hurt me, terribly..."

At one point she tried squirming away from the young boy, but the thick pike inserted in her tight cunt had her locked in place. There was no escape. She swallowed, gulping, feeling the loving anxiety in the boy's hands as his fingers ran across her asscheeks again and again.

Bob had her cheeks tugged wide apart now. He was staring at the little brown pucker, and below that he could even see the edge of pinkness belonging to her tender vagina. He stared at the white, smooth flesh running up and down her inner thighs. But he knew he couldn't hold her asscheeks open and guide his cock into the tight, narrow anal pucker at the same time.

As if reading his mind, Seymour Baer said, "Here, Bob, I'll hold the ass open, and you go ahead and do whatever it is you want. Sink that hot cock of yours right into her asshole. We'll all love it, you'll see."

Andrea felt Baer's hands gripping her asscheeks and pulling them apart. His grip was much tighter and firmer than that of Bob, yet she felt more sure with him gripping her than she had with the boy's hands touching her there. She remembered how much she had enjoyed Judy's finger in her asshole when Bob had been fucking her cunt last night, and she decided it really couldn't be too different.

Bob was trembling, staring at the deep cleft between her asscheeks, aroused because of the pucker there. He had to fuck that asshole, and he had to do it, now.

Bob leaned down and stared at the rectum, his mouth dribbling with saliva. He watched in lascivious fascination as the cheeks remained widely spread apart. Baer's fingers were digging all the more solidly into the white, creamy asscheeks, and even if the woman had wanted to shut them, Baer wouldn't have let it happen. He had her in perfect position now.

Albert Baer stared with undisguised lust, watching the way Bob wet his finger and slowly pressed it gently into the ring of ass muscle guarding the woman's rectum.

The bleached-blonde mother of Micky Montorte lurched and gasped as the boy's small narrow finger started sliding into her rectum. The thickness of the penis in her vagina was pressing a wall of tissue back against the anus, making it narrower and all the more difficult to enter. Little by little the finger abrasively pushed its way deeper and deeper into the tight, narrow hole, and Andrea wondered if she could take it. The thickness of the hard cock in her cunt was really putting pressure on her asshole. It was a pressure she had never before realized existed. But the finger kept moving in, sinking in up to the first joint, then the second joint, and finally all the way in.

"Ohhhhh... uhhhhh... it hurts a little," she gasped, trying to fight back by clenching her buttocks shut.

"Hey, I don't want to hurt her," Bob insisted, ready to withdraw the finger.

"She... uugghhh... just has to get used to it," Seymour Baer assured the boy.

Bob began moving his finger in and out of her tight rear passageway, and Andrea, feeling an increase in pressure, gasped. Her upper teeth sank into her lower lips and she could taste the blood she had drawn.

He'll never do it! she thought. He'll never be able to keep his finger in there, much less push his cock in there. His cock is so much thicker than his finger. He'll hurt me.

Baer's solid hands pulled her asscheeks wider apart, and at one point the woman felt like yelling. But if she did that, the cock in her cunt might slide out, and that was one thing she wouldn't be able to bear. She had to have that thick log in her shuddering vagina until she finally peaked. And a cock this thick and this long would bring one hell of a sensational orgasm. Yes, she was willing to endure any kind of pain for that.

Her asshole continued crushing the finger, but she suddenly realized she was no longer trying to force it out of her. Rather, the tight grip of her clutching asshole was trying its best to hold the finger in. She was getting used to it as her anal tract stretched. Andrea's ass was bouncing wildly, and the hard cock in her cunt was stimulating her even more.

"Cheez!" Albert Baer gasped aloud. "Look at the way that asshole is working on your finger, Bob. That is something terrific."

"Yeahhhh!" Bob Masetto gasped.

"Hey, remember," Seymour Baer cautioned, "we're here to have fun and not hurt anyone. That means we have to make sure Andrea, here, also has fun. Remember, no pain, you guys."

Bob was pounding his finger in and out of her asshole without mercy now, but the woman was begging for it. And when he added another finger, stretching the asshole even wider, she seemed even more thrilled. She was enjoying it all tremendously.

Andrea gave herself over completely to the wonderful feelings ravaging her womanly body. She felt more alive inside than ever before, and she realized she was happier than she had ever been. And across the room, on a small dressing table, a mirror reflected everything back to her, and the sight of it all aroused her even more.

Her knees fell out from under her, and she lay prostrate, her belly slamming against Baer's stomach, his hard cock slammed all the way up into her tight, seething snatch. She could feel Bob forcing her thighs wider apart with his own youthful knees, revealing the accessible anus to him. She stared with mounting anxiety at the reflections in the mirror and saw the purple, uncircumcised cap of the boy's stiffened prick aiming directly at the crinkle of her asshole as he withdrew his two fingers.

Once again, Seymour Baer's hands tugged the asscheeks wide apart, levering her firm, womanly body higher as the fleshy staff of his hardened prick slowly pulled out from inside the tactile grip of her sucking cuntlips. It pulled until only the head remained inside, and at the same time she could feel the dome of Bob's penis searching for the dime-size entrance of her anal hole. She could feel the boy maneuvering himself higher, pressing the hot knob against her narrow, flexing hole.

"I... don't want to hurt you, Missus Montorte," the boy said, rubbing his penile head back and forth against the open muscle of her asshole.

"Do it, Bob," she gasped. "Go ahead and do it. And no matter how much I scream and thrash and yell, don't you dare pull out. Understand?"

The boy's tender hands gripped her shoulders while Seymour Baer's fingers kept tugging on her asscheeks, and Albert Baer's fingers were massaging her breasts.

"Oh God!" she gasped, "this has to be the most wonderful feeling a woman can experience."

Inevitably, she felt the pressure of Bob Masetto's thick cock as it pushed tormentingly against the ring of her tiny, inflamed, aroused asshole. Looking into the mirror, and seeing the purple knob pressing at her tiny rictus, pushing in the hope of disappearing inside her ass, she took a deep breath and waited. Then came the painful, splitting sensation of the boy's cock slowly wedging its way into the narrow orifice. She watched in the mirror as her asshole stretched and stretched until, like a sleeve fitting over an arm, the sphincter slid over the purple knob, a little at a time, very slowly, until the entire plum-colored head totally disappeared into her rectum. The sight of it was so wantonly arousing, she couldn't connect it with the aching pain she felt in her ass. Little by little he began pushing his young cock deeper, and the woman's tight ass slowly began absorbing the youthful pole.

At the same time, wild, uncontrollable torment spread through her body, moving like a raging fire.

_ She looked down and saw the smile on Seymour Baer's face, and knew the two boys were also smiling as she felt the pressure of the hard cock against the membrane separating her ass from her cunt. Slowly the cock slipped deeper, rubbing against the thickening length of Baer's massive extension. Now Bob was thrusting forward, jamming it in an inch at a time, and Andrea began gasping, "Aaarrggghhh! Oooooh! Uuuunnnggghhh!"

She began struggling frantically, but Bob, remembering what she had told him about ignoring her cries and struggles, continued slowly pushing his thick, boyish penis into her. Her lush, broad buttocks spasmed under his driving assault, but Bob kept shoving. Each twitch, each jerk, each spasm on her part pulled the boy's throbbing cock all the deeper into the hot tightness of her rectum. Soon it was past her rectum and pushing into her colon.

"Geez! This is great, really great!" Bob gasped. "Hold steady. I'm getting it, I'm getting it."

Andrea whimpered and gasped, feeling a weird, painful pleasure as the young boy forced her defenseless asscheeks higher against his downthrusting penis. His hands gripped her curving, womanly hips, and pulled as his knees moved further between her thighs, spreading her loins wider and wider, while Seymour Baer's hands continued clutching her asscheeks, keeping them nicely separated for the young boy. His thick, boyish cock felt immensely heavier in her asshole than it had ever felt in her vagina. She felt uncontrolled tears dripping down her cheeks, hotly spilling from her eyes as the insane, agonizing eroticism became more and more intense within her causing thrilling surges of cataclysmic sensuality to roil within her furious body. Her eyes returned to the mirror, seeing the lust-filled face of Albert Baer moving closer and closer, the licentiousness glowing in his youthful eyes as he observed young Bob Masetto's heavy cock sliding into the depths of her tight rectum. And then, unbelievably, she felt the boy's bare pelvis rub against her asscheeks, and she knew he was as far into her as he was going to go. He was buried as far into her colon as his hard cock could reach, and as it wiggled about, she felt surging waves of lust shooting through her.

Andrea stopped jerking and twitching, realizing the lust-infusing torment faded from her body when she remained still. Since she had insisted that the boy continue with this perverted entry, no matter how much she struggled, she had to bear up under it now. Andrea could feel the huge, intricately solid cock pumping into her raw rectum and large intestine, chafing and massaging her there until heated flames seemed to engulf the area and consume her inner self. He was pounding in and out of her with wild thrusts. His hands gripped her rounded hips with a strong pressure. In fact, she had no idea so young a boy could have such a strong grip. Andrea could feel the powering penis ram back and forth, back and forth, plunging violently into her anal channel, making her grunt. Yet, she kept her own body perfectly still, not wanting to move, just yet. The pulsing penis in her vagina was still buried inside, and she could feel the rubbery head pressing against her cervix, knocking against it as if trying to demand entrance again. She could feel Baer's balls touching her perineum each time she came down, but she could also feel Bob's balls reaching for her asscheeks. It was inevitably that the two pairs of balls meet, and when they did, the two males shuddered inside her, making her hump her body a bit, moving her tight vagina around the upthrust, impaling cock. Her face was soaked with perspiration, and unwanted tears streaked her cheeks. And thrills began building to higher plateaus within her shaking, quaking body as she realized she loved it.

"Good?" Bob asked.

"Ooooh! Terrific!" she gasped out her reply.

To Andrea, speaking was a major effort. Even breathing was difficult at this point. There was pain, but the two penises jointly moving through her were undeniably wonderful. She felt Al Baer's hands gripping her breasts and squeezing them, and new fires blistered their way through her struggling body. Had the skies opened up at that moment, she would never have known it, so intricately was she involved with the bodies bringing her pleasure.

Seymour Baer would have loved being on top of her again, with Bob underneath. But he knew the boy was too small and too slight to be able to bear the weight of both himself and Andrea. There would be other times when he would be able to get her in a position more pleasing to himself. Besides, he was enjoying her lower asscheeks bouncing on his thighs, even if he had to bear the weight of Bob Masetto as well.

"Uuunnhhh... oooommmphhhh... aaannnhhhh... don't stop, please don't stop..." Andrea begged, feeling enhanced thrills shoot through her tender body with each movement of the two males.

"I couldn't stop for money," Seymour Baer gasped. "You have one fabulous cunt. Oh God! This is great."

Andrea felt her breath catching in her throat, thrilling to the dual movement of the two phalluses. One would pound into her tight cunt as the other withdrew from the depths of her tight ass. And then, as the second cock came plunging back into her ass, the first one slowly eased from her tight vagina as she put pressure on her knees and rose.

Albert Baer stared, his eyes wide open, his hand gripping his cock as if afraid it would fall off if he let go. He stroked the fat, aching member as he stared at the way his father plunged into her cunt time and time again. At the same time, Bob's smooth loins pumped down into the tightness of her ass, filling and refilling the rectal causeway with his solid hardness. Both penises plunged in and out of her tight holes again and again.

Albert gaped, watching the two males finally find a rhythm with which they could live, buffeting the woman back and forth between them. Andrea lay sandwiched between the two males, and though her body was limp, the shining look in her eyes let the long-nosed boy know she was in ecstasy.

Hot damn! This was without a doubt the most thrilling sight he had ever seen. He had moved around to the side now, releasing Andrea's tits, and he was kneeling so he could see the two penises moving in and out of the woman in conjunction with one another. His face was mere inches from the action. His eyes were wide and excited as he stared, seeing the frayed, inner coral edges of her vagina appear each time his father's throbbing prick came riding out of her. The pinkness vanished as his dad slammed back into the tight, seething cunt. The same visible licentiousness could be seen at her rear with Bob's young cock stroking in and out. Inside her brown pucker, the flesh was as pink as it was in her cunt, and each time Bob backed out, he could see the inner pinkness of her anal flesh.

At this point Albert decided it was time for him to get in on the action. He deserved something, too.

Though solidly fucked, front and rear, Andrea felt it wasn't enough. If she could handle two cocks, she could handle three. If she could handle three, she could handle a dozen, two dozen, a hundred. The world was made for her to enjoy cock, and right now she was starting to do just that. She knew she would never again be satisfied with a single penis. Heat and power pushed at her defiled loins, and pistoning strength rammed into her rectum. Her thin lips opened and closed in confused emotions, and then she felt a hand brutally gripping her bleached hair, pulling her face up. Fingers were pressing between her lips, prying her mouth open even wider, and as her eyes came into focus, she saw the bare pelvis of Albert Baer. His thrusting cock was pointed like a spear between her open lips, and she was determined to ram it between her jaws.

Her tongue felt pressed into the bottom of her mouth as the second boy's thick, throbbing wang jammed itself between her lips. There was nothing ceremonious about the way the boy did it. He was fast and hard, and the cock rammed against the back of her throat, wedging her gullet open and forcing its way in.

Now she felt complete. Every usable hole in her body was clogged with solid cock, and more electrifying sensations shot through her as she felt the length of cock moving through her mouth, back and forth, back and forth, keeping time with the other two penises, lower down. The thick, rubbery head jammed itself into her esophagus again and again, its full length disappearing between her sexually educated lips again and again. She struggled for air, breathing through her nostrils as they flared with each forward thrust of the boy's hard cock.

She felt like some kind of whore who men used with no regard for feelings. Yet, she loved it, every bit of it. The very helplessness of her lewd, obscene position as they violently fucked her orifices was excitingly erotic, thrilling her all the more. Even though she could no longer look in the mirror to see how everything looked, her mind visualized what was happening, and she could mentally see herself being bounced around on two penises, with a third jamming its way in and out of her sucking mouth. She sucked strong and hard, loving the flavor of Albert Baer's thick penis. Low, wanton moans of lust came from her dry, rasping throat as her lips ovally clasped Al Baer's pumping penis. She began reflexively rotating her buttocks, tightening her rectal and vaginal muscles as her lips squeezed the third wang. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated with the movement of the phallus. Her tongue delightedly explored the coronal ridge, as well as the wrinkles in his scrotum each time he rammed the full length of it into her sucking mouth. Each time the prick pulled back, her tongue examined the little slit in the penile tip. Her hands felt the dangling nuts, and they massaged the sac, rubbing and caressing it with tingling tenderness.

At the same time, Andrea felt her hips rotating faster and faster as her cunt ran up and down the flesh rail inside her at greater speed, while her ass absorbed the powerful stroking of the man's thrusting cock. All that mattered was the wonderful stiffness of the three penises moving back and forth between her constricting orifices. Her cunt clutched, her asshole gripped, and her mouth feverishly sucked, and all three penises appeared as if they would shoot their seed at any moment... yet none did.

God! She wanted the one in her mouth to shoot first. She loved the taste of semen. Maybe, just maybe, if that one shot first, and the one in her cunt brought her to an orgasm, she could suck that one to a climax next. And finally, her mouth could caress the hard dick pounding in her asshole.

* * *

Nora Baer, Micky Montorte, and Judy Pierce didn't bother peering through the window of the Montorte cabin. They didn't have to look to know what they would find. The moment they entered the cabin, they could hear the licentious gasping, weeping, and sucking. The three females headed directly for the bedroom and walked right in.

"My God!" Nora whispered. "Look at that. She's handling all three at once. And last night Micky and I had to share my husband between us. Lord! I'll bet it's wonderful to take on three males at the same time."

"I wouldn't bet against it," Micky mumbled. "Boy, my mother is really something. I guess I take after her when it comes to men and boys."

"Don't forget, she was my teacher," Judy told the other two.

"Look!" Judy gasped. "Albert's about to come! He's going to shoot his seed down her throat."

"God! How lucky can you get!" Micky gasped.

"Well, I don't know about the two of you," Judy said, "but I, for one, am going to join in the fun."

Judy crawled onto the bed, her head flat on the covers, and pressed her face against Seymour Baer's balls. She began licking fervently, deciding it was time for her to enjoy the one male in the party she hadn't known. She began licking furiously, and Seymour, whose body was on the bottom, began pumping upward all the more heartily. Each time Andrea's cunt rose to the top of his thrusting cock, Judy's tongue was licking her juices from around Seymour's solid staff.

Seymour reached out with a hand and tapped Judy on the shoulder. When she looked at his hand, she saw it was beckoning her to lie down beside him in a sixty-nine position. She lay on her side with her thighs wide apart, and Seymour Baer lifted his head and let it lay between her loins, turning his head sideways and pressing his lips into her damp muff. He could sense the clean deliciousness between her thighs, and began sucking in time to the way he was pumping his hard cock up into Andrea's broiling cunt. At the same time, he could feel Judy's tongue licking his balls and cock in rhythm to the way he was sucking her juicy pussy.

Nora had never seen Bob Masetto before, but she decided his was the mouth to work on her gash. She stood on the bed with her legs straddling Andrea's white buttocks. Even though the footing was precarious at best, she managed to keep her balance and move forward, shoving her muff toward Bob's face. Bob was totally unaware of what was happening until he saw the upstanding female body directly in front of him with the hot, wet, dripping gash. He could tell it was a woman's cunt because of the hair surrounding it. Whose cunt it was, he didn't know for certain, nor did he care. What he did care about was the sexually stimulating aroma coming from it. One hand remained clamped to Andrea's thighs to make sure he would keep his hard cock buried in her asshole. But his other hand reached out and gripped Nora's buttocks, pulling her closer, until he could dip his head and come up, sucking on her clit with his lips and tongue.

Micky, seeing what Nora was doing with Bob, decided the idea was sound, but there wasn't a feasible position she could use, since her mother's head was already too high to let her straddle her back. Instead, she began running her tongue up and down Albert Baer's back while her mother continued sucking the boy's throbbing prong. Her tongue dipped between his asscheeks at just the right moment, because Albert was just on the verge of an orgasm. And when it hit, it hit hard.

HHHAAAYYYAAARRRGGGHHH HHAYARRGH!" Albert screamed, pounding his hard cock into Andrea's sucking mouth all the harder, feeling a teasing tongue titillate his asshole. And then he was firing wads of sperm into Andrea's sucking mouth. He shot again and again, until his penis had shriveled to the size of an inchworm. And then, all played out, he pulled his penis from Andrea's mouth and sank to the floor, face up.

Micky stared down and decided his position was perfect, and literally squatted on his face, ramming her hot cunt into his nose and mouth. And his mouth automatically opened to start licking.

Bob was the next one to erupt as he screamed a loud "EEEEEYYYYYAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!" Andrea felt bolts of burning sperm blasting into her rectum, soothing any possible aches and pains she might have originally felt when the flesh was stretched. Hot blast after hot blast gushed into her colon, flooding it, greasing it. And all the while, the penis inside her asshole was shrinking, little by little. When it fell out, Bob remained exactly where he was, because Nora's hands had a firm grip on his hair, and she had forced his face to remain sutured to her dripping cunt.

Seymour Baer was next, shouting, "WAAAAWWWWAAAAUUUU GGGH!" He fired heavy gouts of searing sperm into Andrea's heated cunt, and it should have been enough to set her off, but without a cock in her ass and one in her mouth the edge had been taken off Andrea's feelings, and the orgasm she had expected to have settled back somewhere inside her.

When Baer's cock shrunk, Andrea decided he was the one to make her come, and so she crawled forward on the bed and sank her sodden pussy against Baer's face, feeling a sense of sadism run through her as she gasped, "You put the semen inside me, now lick it all out." And that was precisely what Seymour Baer did, bringing her to three separate orgasms on the way.

Nora was the next to come. The sight of everything had been so arousing, and the young boy's tongue was working so nicely against her clitoris, she screamed, "EEEEEYYYYYIIIII!"

And before her orgasmic screams were finished, Micky began shouting. Judy, who had felt no tongue in her pussy, didn't have long to wait. When the three males were rested, they took turns tonguing her cunt and asshole until she had four separate orgasms. And then the fun really began!


EPILOGUE

The three Baers are, perhaps, the best adjusted family on their block. No one knows why Papa Baer, Mama Baer, and Baby Baer never quarrel. They do wonder about Baby Albert Baer, though. He never seems to be chasing after girls in school, the way his other classmates do. Yet he's always happy.

* * *

Micky Montorte has joined the girl scouts, and they hold a lot of meetings in the Montorte home, with Andrea Montorte as the den mother. Just what it is they do at these meetings no outsider seems to know, but the girls always walk out of the Montorte home with big smiles on their faces.

* * *

Judy Pierce has become the most popular girl in her school, though she seems very, very particular about the boys with whom she goes out. One thing is certain, and that is, all the boys are discreet. Not that any of the neighbors would think a nice twelve-year-old girl like Judy would do anything wrong, but why is it she goes out with boys five to eight years older than herself?

* * *

Bob Masetto has a paper route back home, and more often than not some of the mothers invite him in for milk and cookies when he's delivering the paper. He always walks out with a big smile on his face. But the smiles on the faces of the women whose houses he has left are even bigger.


The End