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   Amanda's European Vacation, Part 1 (Mg, M+F+g, ped, oral, anal,
gangbang, cum) by Rufus Fugit

   I waited until Amanda was 8 to take her to Europe.  I told her mom that
I wanted her to be old enough to remember the trip and to really get
something out of the art museums etc we would visit.  Which was true but
the real reason was it wasn't until she turned 8 that I was able to
successfully penetrate her.  I used lots of lube (vegetable oil) and we
went slow.  She didn't have much of a hymen, which was also true of her mom
so while there was some discomfort at being stretched inside, once I
started tickling her clit as I made short, slow thrusts, she was giggling
and cooing.

   We'd fucked several times since that morning and shortly after I
proposed the trip.  Oh fuck it was amazing.  I'm average size at best but
she put her hand down there and held my shaft once I was in, and my cock
was as thick as her wrist.  Never mind how it felt: so tight it almost hurt
but hot and with all that oil very slippery.  Her legs were kind of
twitching and every time they did her little cunt squeezed me even harder.
She giggled uncontrollably when I came inside her for the first time.  I
think it tickled.  Afterwards I cleaned her out and ate her pussy until she
came since she didn't while we were fucking.  And then when I asked she
sucked me clean too.  She said it tasted different, not better or worse,
just different.

   I'd been super careful not to hurt her but she was still a little sore
afterwards.  We got dressed to go to the park and it was cute the way she
was walking just a little bow-legged.  I pushed her on the swings, then she
went down the slide a few times.  It was kind of a blustery day and there
weren't many other kids out.  At one point we were alone and I sat on a
bench with her in my lap facing me and we made out a little.  She was
wearing a skirt so I rubbed her pussy very gently through her panties.  She
was really into tongue kissing.  Most kids think it's silly or pointless or
gross but she really liked when we rubbed our tongues together.

   Afterwards she was getting pretty tired.  The routine was for me to feed
her dinner before her mom got home since she usually worked late or, more
typically went out for drinks with coworkers or this week's boyfriend. 
Tonight she was already asleep by the time my sister got home.  She went in
to kiss her daughter goodnight and after a minute she motioned me into the
bedroom.  Amanda was on top of the covers sleeping on her stomach.  Her
nightgown was up around her hips and she had fallen asleep with her hand in
her panties.  Her mom whispered to me that she used to masturbate just like
that when she was little.

   Amanda and I usually had some kind of sex every day between when she got
home from school and when her mom got home, but we only fucked a few more
times before the vacation.  It took a lot of careful prep and made a bit of
a mess and while it was the thing I liked best, she was just as happy to
just play ride the pony or have a very leisurely 69 or even anal.  She
liked for both of us to get naked and then she'd sit in my lap and bounce
up and down with our arms around each other, then she'd spin around and
watch cartoons for a while just resting with my cock as far up her rectum
as it would fit.

   Our itinerary was for three weeks.  The first 10 days were going to be
in a little beach town off the French Mediterranean.  After that we would
visit Barcelona, Amsterdam, London, and finally Paris before flying home.
My sister had asked how I could afford three weeks and so much travel.  I
made up a story about the agency I was working through having fixed a
screwup in my payroll, resulting in a little windfall; plus with a
Eurailpass and staying mostly in hostels it wasn't going to be all that
much.  In truth, our visit was being largely sponsored by the single men
and families who were very much looking forward to meeting Amanda.  They
would be paying for our accommodations or in some cases putting us up in
their own homes.

   Nevertheless we were flying economy.  Of course this was long before
9-11 so flying hadn't yet become the incredible hassle it is now.  Amanda's
mom could come with us all the way to the gate to see us off.  The cabin
was a 3-3-3 config.  Amanda had the window seat and I was in the center. 
We lucked out and there was no one in the aisle.

   It was her first flight so everything was new to her and it was so
exciting to see it all through her eyes.  Since it was an overnight flight
- departing early evening and arriving in Paris around lunchtime with the
time change - I'd had Amanda wear her pjs.  They were flannel with elastic
at wrists and ankles so she'd be plenty warm on the plane.  They were a
sort of lilac color with a pattern of musical instruments - guitars,
saxophones, tubas, drums.  They had a crew collar but with three buttons
down the front.  She wanted to wear her new sandals but I made her put on
closed toe shoes.

   I was dressed similarly for comfort: sweatpants, sneakers, a tshirt and
a jeans jacket with big inside pockets.

   Amanda had her nose pressed to the window all through the taxiing and
takeoff when the nose came up and we left the ground she held my hand
tightly and went "whooooooa" as if it were a roller coaster.  We got up to
cruising altitude, were served and ate a perfectly tasteless supper, and
then I got us ready for sleep.  I put up the two center armrests.  I used
all three pillows to cushion my head against the fuselage and stretched out
with one leg against the seatbacks, knee up, and the other at the edge of
the seats.  Amanda snuggled in between them so all 4 of our feet were
against the aisle armrest and her head was on my chest.  I deployed a
blanket covering us up to her chin.  And for the trip I had bought a new
Walkman with two sets of headphones and an adapter that merged their cords,
so we could both listen to the same music.

   I put some Beatles on the Walkman because Amanda had just recently
discovered them and I wrapped my arms around her under the blanket.  There
was some shifting about as we got as comfortable as possible on the narrow,
hard airplane seats.  Then as she relaxed back against me, I started
caressing her chest.  I started over her pj tops but it wasn't long before
I was unbuttoning the 3 buttons down the front so I could reach inside. 
She giggled as I started teasing her nipples, circling them with a finger
and then gently pinching them with finger and thumb, rolling the little
bead and gently tugging it away from her body.  I felt each stiffen in
turn. She snuggled back against me and I inhaled sharply when she snaked a
hand behind her back and groped until she found my cock stiffening inside
the loose sweats.

   I took my hand out of her top and was able to reach down far enough to
get my hand inside the waistband of her bottoms and inside her panties.  I
caressed her smooth, prominent mound as she sighed and squeezed her hand up
and down the length of my cock, now very hard inside the sweats.  I was
able to reach just as far as the very top of her slit, enough to tickle her
clit but no further.

   It was a long flight and we spent most of it, until they turned the
cabin lights on for breakfast, in mutual masturbation like that.  I had to
take Amanda's hand off me several times because I didn't want to jizz in my
sweats and make a mess.  Also I was saving up for once we got to our first
destination.  Amanda, though, had no such problem and I think I made her
cum at least three times before, sweaty and exhausted, she dropped off to
sleep.  Once she was out I dozed off myself while smelling my fingers and
my head full of her little-girl scent.

   When we landed at CDG that was only the start of the end of our trip. 
From the airport it was light rail to the Gare, then a TGV, change to a
local train, and finally change to an ancient farting diesel bus that
brought us to the center of the small seaside village where our first host
lived.  It was dusk when we arrived and we were both pretty tired.  Amanda
was getting cranky as we dragged our roller bags out of the village square
and onto the cobbled street my directions indicated.  Fortunately in less
than five minutes we were at the right address.  It was a low, rambling
L-shaped villa.  My directions were to go around the end of the wing that
faced the street and cross the courtyard to find a small cottage in the far
corner of the lot.  Amanda asked me what kind of hotel this was.  I told
her it was a special, private hotel and she was going to love it.

   The cottage looked very rustic but inside it was completely remodeled
and modern.  There was a small sitting room, a well-stocked kitchen, a
bedroom with two single beds pushed together in the European style, and a
bathroom with tub and shower, sink, toilet, bidet.  Amanda looked curiously
at the latter, having not seen one before.  She was tired and wanted to go
straight to bed but I told her that we had a host and he wanted to meet us
when we arrived.  I said she could shower to wake up.  She was tired enough
to be getting a little whiny so I told her, since we were on vacation, as a
treat I would make coffee and she could have some to wake up a bit.

   I made cafe au lait for her with lots of milk and sugar and it did perk
her up.  We went in the bedroom together and I told her to get in the
shower while I unpacked.  But first I just watched her undress.  I never
got tired of looking at her naked.  I'd been watching her grow since I
first ate her little pussy when she was 5.  At 8 she had lost her toddler
belly.  She was slim with long, clean limbs, and a delicate neck.  Her feet
were small but broad.  She was a rough-and-tumble little girl so there were
scabs on both knees, one elbow, and the point of her hip that I think she
got sliding into base.  Her pussy had matured some since she was five.  Her
clitoris was more prominent and her inner labia had developed from two
short little wings attached to it, to slim vertical bands that were tightly
closed around her recently-deflowered opening.

   I unpacked quickly.  While Amanda was still washing her hair I stripped,
took a quick whore's bath in the sink and put on fresh clothes, jeans and
t-shirt.

   Amanda came out of the bathroom naked with her hair wrapped in a towel.
Her skin glowed pink from the hot shower.  She saw my suitcase open on the
bed.  She looked around then said, "Where did you put my suitcase?"

   "Well," I answered, "I have a surprise for you and that's part of it." I
sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled her into my lap.  "You
remember a few weeks ago you asked me if every penis looked the same or if
they were all different like faces?" Amanda looked up at me and nodded,
clearly not knowing what I was getting at.

   "You are going to get to find out while we're on vacation.  You see, I
have made a lot of pen-friends who I have told what a sexy little girl you
are.  Some of them have little girls of their own that they play with the
same way you and I do.  And we are going to visit them and you will get to
see all their penises for yourself.  What do you think of that?"

   Amanda's brown eyes were wide.  "You mean, they want to play with me? 
Like you do?"

   "That's exactly right.  Won't that be fun?"

   She looked dubious.  "I don't know...I don't know how to play with other
people...what if they make fun of me because I'm shy?"

   "I promise you they will not make fun of you.  Every one of them wants
to meet you and be your friend.  And I will still be right with you so
there's no reason to be nervous."

   "Ooooo...kay, I'll meet your friend but where did you put my suitcase?"

   "Well that's part of the surprise.  I know how much you like to run
around naked at home when we have our private time, so you're going to be
naked as much as possible.  We're going to go meet Monsieur Robert" - I
pronounced it Ro-bear in the French style - "in a minute and he especially
wanted you to be naked for him.  So I put your suitcase away.  You won't
need your clothes hardly at all."

   Now Amanda's jaw dropped and her eyes got as big and round as saucers.
"You mean...I'm going to meet your friends and I'll be naked?" Her voice
rose to a squeak on the last word.  "And they're going to want to do..."
she whispered "Ess Ee Eks...with me?"

   "That's right.  Monsieur Robert said in particular he was looking
forward to having you put his penis in your mouth."

   "Wow." Amanda broke into a smile.  "OKAY!"

   I brushed out Amanda's hair for her while she sat naked on my lap.  She
was perfectly capable of doing it herself but we both enjoyed the intimacy.

   "Okay," I said, lifting her off my lap and on to her feet.  "Put on your
sandals and we'll go" I pointed to where I had unpacked them, at least, and
set them next to the bed.  They were white leather with cork soles, with an
ankle strap and another across her toes.  I had painted her toenails with
clear polish before we had left for the airport yesterday and they gleamed.

   "Go where?" She asked.

   "To meet M.  Robert of course," I said.

   "He's not coming here?  But I thought..." she waved a hand, vaguely
encompassing the bedroom and her nudity.

   "Nope, we're going out to meet him," I said blithely and took Amanda's
hand and led her out towards the front door of the cottage.  She balked at
the door.

   "But, I can't go outside..." her voice dropped to a whisper, like it was
a secret.  "...naked..." She swallowed.  "Can I?"

   I smiled.  "It's just across the courtyard.  M.  Robert lives in the
main house." And I wrapped my hand firmly around her wrist, opened the
door, and with only a little hesitation she followed me out into the warm
Mediterranean night.

   As we crossed the courtyard we were mostly hidden but one side of the
yard was open.  There was an undeveloped lot next to us and the road
running parallel to the front wing.  Amanda's little bosom was rising and
falling rapidly and her eyes were wide.  Her head swiveled back and forth,
taking in everything around her.  Every motion, leafs moving in the breeze,
the headlights of a car coming towards us down the road...

   The courtyard was lit only by lights inside our cottage and shining out
the windows of the main house.  It was warm and there was a breeze. 
Amanda's nipples crinkled and her cheeks were flushed.  She was nervous and
excited to be walking naked outside, it was something completely new to
her, and not a little nervous also about meeting our host.  Me, I was
rock-hard inside my jeans, straining against the zipper.

   As we came up to the main house a door opened.  M.  Robert was a tidy
little man in perhaps his late 40s with the first waxed moustache I'd ever
seen in real life.  He was graying at the temples and his face was deeply
tanned.  He was wearing a royal blue bathrobe that came down below his
knees and he had a drink in his hand.  He broke into a broad grin when we
saw us.

   "Rufus, how wonderful to meet you in person at last," Robert said,
extending a hand.  His nails were manicured but his palm was callused and
hard.  "And this delightful creature," he got down on one knee to look her
in the eyes "must be Amanda.  I have heard so much about you, young lady."

   Amanda giggled, all of a sudden playing the coquette which I had never
seen her do before.  "Uncle Roofie says I get to be naked while I'm here.
And he says you're going to show me your penis."

   "Correct on both counts, young lady!  But come in, come in.  I've got a
chocolate cake I bought for the occasion.  Rufus, would you care for some
wine?" He ushered us in and closed the door behind us.  We walked through
an elaborate but genteelly shabby entryway into a sitting room.

   Amanda's eyes were big, taking in the old-fashioned furniture, the
enormous crystal chandelier, many portraits hung on the walls, the
floor-to-ceiling windows looking out onto the courtyard.

   On a low coffee table as promised was a chocolate cake on a cake stand,
plates, and a silver service, plus a bottle of red wine and three glasses.

   Robert cut a slice of cake and presented it to Amanda with ceremony,
then poured two glasses of wine and a third with just a splash that he
offered to Amanda.  She had the cake plate in her lap and had already
spilled some crumbs down her front.  She took the wine glass and sniffed at
it and took a cautious sip.  She made a face.  "It tastes spoiled," she
declared.  Robert and I both laughed.

   Robert and I made small talk about how our trip had been while Amanda
inhaled her cake.  There was an undercurrent of excitement in the room.  We
all knew why we were here and we all had our own reason to be excited.

   Amanda put her empty plate down on the coffee table.  There were crumbs
around her mouth, spilled down onto her belly and a few perched on her bald
mound.  She looked up at M.  Robert, folded her hands politely and asked,
"Please, can I see your penis now?"

   Robert showed the first loss of composure I had seen as his breath
caught but he grinned and said "You certainly can, young lady," and he
opened his robe and stepped forward.  Amanda stood up and bent down to
examine it closely.  She was close enough that he could feel her breath on
his erection and it jumped and bobbed with his heartbeat.

   "Would you like to compare?" I asked, and opened my jeans.  My cock
sprang out and I walked around the coffee table to stand by Amanda's other
side.  She looked from one penis to the other.  Robert's was a bit longer
than mine but not as thick, and it had a slight bend to the left.  He was
circumcised, unusual for a Frenchman.  Amanda's eyes got big as she looked
from one cock to the other and back.  Tentatively she lifted her left hand
and looked up at Robert for permission.  His grin widened and he nodded. 
She tentatively closed her hand around the shaft and jacked it slowly up
and down once.  Then she reached out with her other hand and grasped mine
which was of course familiar to her.  I groaned softly.  I'd been close to
the edge for what seemed like hours.

   "You should sit down," Amanda said to us, "So I can see them
side-by-side." She tugged on the penis in each hand, directing us to sit on
the couch she had just left.  We sat next to each other, both of us
grinning and taking in the sight of the naked eight-year-old in front of
us. She got down on her knees and gave each of us a minute examination. 
Robert sighed heavily when she lifted his scrotum and hefted his balls one
at a time.

   "Why don't," my voice was hoarse and I had to clear my throat and try
again.  "Why don't you suck on them?  I bet M.  Robert would like that."
Amanda looked up at him, her eyes wide.  "Can I?" she asked.

   "By all means," he replied, and opened his robe completely so his bare
chest was exposed.  Amanda shuffled over between his legs which he spread
to accommodate him.  She stroked her hands up and down his thighs.  "Your
hair is really soft," she observed.  "Not like Uncle Roofie's." Then she
wrapped her right hand around the base of his throbbing erection and angled
it towards her mouth.  She gave it a little kiss on the side of the head.
Robert groaned.  Her pointed little tongue darted out and she began licking
around the shaft just behind the head.  Then she bent and lipped the length
of the shaft starting from the very bottom.  When she reached the top she
simply engulfed the head in her mouth and sucked hard.  Her cheeks hollowed
and she slurped air around the shaft.

   "Amanda you look so pretty with a cock in your mouth," I told her.  She
pulled off and gave me a mock-cross look.  "I know, you always tell me
that," then she sucked Robert's cock back in.

   She made four deep plunges down, taking in as much of the shaft as she
could.  Then she reached over and took my penis in her other hand.  She got
up on one knee so she could reach, and leaned over and engulfed my cock
head.  I groaned as I felt her tongue twirling all around and and around.
Her mouth was warm and wet but as she sucked in air it was cool passing
over my saliva-soaked flesh.

   The naked little girl began alternating back and forth, sucking my cock
and Robert's in turn, giving each of us four or five good strokes and
meanwhile lightly jacking the other , spreading the spit all up and down
and over the head.

   She had Robert's in her mouth when I felt myself reaching the point of
no return.  "Amanda, I'm about to..." I said urgently and then "OH!" as the
first shot fired up in the air almost level with the top of my head and
then plopped down right on top of Amanda's head where her brown hair was
parted.  She quickly pulled off Robert and plunged her mouth onto me,
sealing her lips just behind the crown and squeezing my shaft as each shot
pulsed up through it.  Her cheeks bulged with a load that I'd been saving
up for almost a whole week in anticipation of this meeting.  It overflowed
and dribbled out around my shaft as I grunted and my stomach clenched
through each diminishing ejaculation.  Finally I melted back into the couch
as Amanda carefully pulled her mouth off and closed her lips.  Cum had
dripped down her chin and onto her bare belly.  She tilted her head back
slightly and opened her mouth, revealing a lake of pearly goo.  "Woulf you
lif to fee?" she said to Robert, turning to show him.  He surprised both of
us by grabbing Amanda's bare shoulders and pulling her too him, planting
his mouth against hers and jamming his tongue into her small mouth.  Cum
sort of squirted out around the junction of their lips, making a ring of
white foam around both their mouths.  Robert put one arm around her
shoulders and pressed her against his bare chest.  He broke the kiss,
leaving threads of mixed spit and semen stretched between their lips. 
"Your heart is racing, little girl." He squeezed one ass cheek briefly with
his other hand and then his fingers dipped between them.  Amanda squeaked
and shivered as he spread her lips and captured her clitoris between two
fingers.  "Are you very excited?" In response Amanda just sort of wriggled,
her pale, smooth body a contrast against his tanned, sun-roughened skin. 
"I would like to fuck you now," he declared.

   Amanda looked at me.  She had both hands wrapped around Robert's penis
now but her face for the first time betrayed uncertainty.  "She doesn't
lubricate enough on her own yet," I told Robert.  We have to get her very
wet." I gently wrapped my hand over Amanda's around Robert's cock and
pulled her away.  I lifted her up, shifted over and put her back down
sitting on the couch between us.  Now it was my turn to get down on my
knees between her spread legs.  Her beautiful little vulva was flushed pink
and spread open a little but her inner lips were still a tight little line.
I used my fingers to gently peel them apart and dived in.  She was so
delicious, light and sweet and with her own unique scent.  I ran my tongue
up and down between those tight elastic lips, then around her clit.  I felt
her abs tighten and she grunted.  I drooled lots of saliva onto her,
pushing some of it into her opening with my tongue.  When I sat up her
whole vulva glistened.  Amanda was starting to pant and her eyes were a
little glassy.

   "Your turn," I told Robert and he dived between the little girl's legs
with abandon.  He took a thin ankle in each hand and lifted her feet off
the floor and spread her legs wide.  Meanwhile he was waggling his tongue
back and forth and I realized he was lubing her up with my own cum than he
had sucked out of her mouth into his.  Amanda tangled her hands in his hair
and hunched her groin up against him.

   I brushed damp strands of hair off her forehead.  "Are you ready,
sweetie?" I asked her.  "Are you ready to be fucked my M.  Robert?"

   Amanda's mouth dropped open and her eyes slowly focused on me as she
took in the meaning of my question.  "It's ok, sweetie, I'll be right
here."

   "Okay," she said in a small voice.  Then turning to address him
directly. Her voice was strong and only trembled a little when she said,
"Fuck me, M.  Robert."

   "Avec plaisir," he said, giving her pussy a last kiss and then getting
up on his knees to shrug out of his robe completely.

   "Easy, now," I cautioned him.  "You can't go too deep." He nodded.  He
leaned forward and laid his cock against Amanda's sweaty skin.  It reached
up past her bellybutton.  "Will you guide me in, mademoiselle?" he asked
her.  She nodded and reached down between her spread and raised legs.  She
took his penis in her two hands and pressed it down and back, canting her
narrow pelvis up so she could socket the head at her opening.  It looked
enormous butted up against her little clam, impossible it could ever fit in
there.  But Robert used his thumbs to spread her inner lips apart and then
pressed gently.  About half his head slid in easily before it met the
constriction of her opening.  Amanda closed her eyes and gasped as he
slowly increased the pressure.  She yelped softly as all of a sudden the
head slid the rest of the way in and her stretched inner lips sealed around
the collar.  Her eyes were closed, her face scrunched up in concentration
and she panted as Robert pushed and then pulled back.  With each push he
pressed just a little further in until when about half his shaft had
disappeared she put her hands flat against his chest.  "No more," she
gasped out.

   I gazed down in lust and wonder at her clam split wide.  It seemed
impossible that his girth, modest as it was, could fit inside the
eight-year-old's hairless quim.  Her outer lips were stretched into a fat
oval.  Her clit was a tiny bright red bud squeezed between them and the
dark, veiny flesh penetrating her.

   Robert wrapped his muscular arms against her slim torso and cupped his
hands under her shoulders.  Her legs were splayed wide with her feet more
or less at the level of her armpits.  Robert began to thrust, making her
whole body bounce up and down on the cushions.  I reached a hand down to
where they were joined and began rubbing the furrow between one lip and her
clit.  I knew from experience touching the bud directly at this point was
too much for her, it got too sensitive while she was being fucked.  But
friction adjacent had the desired effect and she started to moan.  She
turned her head to me, mouth open, cummy drool leaking from one corner of
her mouth.  I realized I was hard again and thought, why not?  This was
supposed to be a time of new experiences for her.  I got up to kneel on the
couch.  With my free hand I turned Amanda's head to the side.  Her eyes
widened when she saw my erection bobbing in front of her nose.  And with no
more warning than that I pushed it into her mouth.  She made a muffled
sound of surprise that I felt in my cock more than heard.  "Suck my cock,
Amanda," I urged her.  She squeaked and moaned around the flesh pole as
Robert's thrusting got more energetic but she did indeed seal her lips and
apply suction.  I felt my balls start to tighten again.  "WOW, look at you,
little girl, you have two cocks in you at the same time, what do you think
about that?" Amanda rolled her eyes at me, and then they rolled back in her
head and she squealed the way that I knew meant she was climaxing.  Robert
grunted and his shaft pulsed visibly.  Amanda's body jerked as she felt the
heat of his ejaculation splashing against her immature womb and filling her
up.  Cum started to squirt out around the tight seal of her stretched inner
lips.  Then I threw my head back and unloaded my second ejaculation of the
night into my little niece's mouth.  She coughed and sprayed a lot of it
back out to drip down her chin but did her best to swallow while at the
same time her body was trembling as her orgasm flashed over her.

   For a time the only sound in the room was the three of us panting,
Amanda's voice high and sweet and ours rough.  I sat back and my deflating
cock slipped out of her mouth, along with a large bolus of cum that slid
down her cheek and the side of her neck onto her shoulder.  Robert
extracted himself from her with some difficulty, his shaft and head visibly
compressing as it squeezed out of her tight opening.  As soon as his head
drooped free, a wad of cum ran out and soaked into the couch cushion.  More
semen continued to dribble out as her distended opening slowly contracted.
Her pussy was bright red all around with her clit glowing like a little
LED.

   Once I had caught my breath all I could say was, "Wow." Robert agreed
with "Magnifique." I put a hand on Amanda's cheek and bent to kiss her
sweaty forehead.  Her breath smelled strongly of semen.  Her eyes were
closed.  As I tried to brush her hair back into some sort of order, she
emitted a tiny snore.  The long day and the jetlag had finally caught up
with her.

   Robert kindly offered me the use of a bathroom to clean up.  I used a
sponge to wipe the biggest globs and patches of cum off Amanda's soft skin
but I didn't try to do more than that.  The child was clearly exhausted,
and she was still dribbling sperm out of her vagina as I carried her back
across the courtyard.  I lay her down on one side of the bed.  She curled
up on her side without waking.  I undressed quietly and crawled in to spoon
her.  I pulled the duvet over us and just enjoyed the feeling of her warm
little body against mine.  I put my nose into her rather sticky hair and
drifted off.



   PART TWO

   Amanda was up before me - what woke me was her moving around the room.
"Good morning, sweetie," I said.  "How do you feel?"

   She ran a hand through her hair, and then bent to look down at her bare
cunt.  It was dusted with white flakes of dried cum.  "Sticky." She
giggled.

   "Let's get a shower and then we'll go over to the main house, I think M.
Robert will have breakfast for us, and then we're going to go to the beach
and you'll get to meet some of his friends."

   Amanda looked at me with a serious expression.  "Are they...are they
going to want to fuck me?"

   "I expect so.  How do you feel about that?  I know I kind of sprang this
on you but I wanted to be a surprise.  If it's not a good surprise for you,
tell me now."

   "Noooo..." she said slowly.  "It's ok.  It's just weird to think of
doing it with other grownups."

   "It's the most natural thing in the world.  You're so cute and sexy, I'm
surprised you don't get propositioned ten times a day at home."

   "What's...pro-po-si-tioned?"

   "Never mind." I got out of bed and scooped her up in my arms.  "Let's
get that shower."

   We took a shower together.  Amanda made a big production of soaping me
up and bringing me to full mast.  For my part I picked her up by her legs
and held her upside down and spent a few seconds tonguing her pussy while
she shrieked with laughter.  Then I put on a swimsuit and a Hawaiian shirt
and Amanda put on...nothing, and we walked across the courtyard.

   It was a bright sunny day, warm on the edge of being hot and Amanda
giggled and capered around the somewhat overgrown grass.  She was starting
to enjoy the novelty of being naked outside, though she still jumped
whenever a car went by.  It was unlikely anyone passing like that would get
a good enough look.

   M Robert had a French breakfast laid out for us with croissants, pain au
chocolat, and coffee.  Amanda very politely asked for cafe au lait.  The
croissants were flaky and delicious and Amanda sort of jumped as crumbs
inevitably landed on the bare skin of her stomach, abdomen and vulva.

   After he cleared breakfast he returned with sun visors, sunscreen, and
towels, and suggested we walk down to the beach as it was only about half a
kilometer.

   "Can I walk down there naked?" Amanda asked.  She seemed equal parts
anxious and excited by the prospect.

   "Tristement, non," Robert said.  "But I have taken the liberty of
getting a swimsuit for you." And he handed her a small clear plastic tube
with a well-known brand name printed on it and blue fabric inside.  Amanda
politely thanked him and opened the tube, extracting the fabric and
unrolling it find - basically a thong.

   She looked up at Robert quizzically.  "Where's the top?"

   "Ce n'est pas necessaire," he responded.  "It is common for little girls
your age who have not yet started growing," and he cupped his hands in
front of his chest, making the international man symbol for "boobs", "to go
topless.  Even some grown women do."

   Amanda looked at me for confirmation.  "If you're playing a trick and I
get down there and everyone else is covered I'll be mad," she warned.

   "No trick," I promised.  She stepped into the fabric and Robert and I
tied the ties on either side of her hips.  She looked down at herself.  The
material was scant in front.  Her slit was covered but her vulva sort of
spilled out to either side, and in back in was nonexistent, just a string
that disappeared between her cheeks.

   We left via a door that debouched on the street and headed down the
narrow street.  Amanda proceeded cautiously at first, trying to sort of
hide herself between the two of us.  She carefully watched the adults we
passed to see if they took any notice of her bare chest, which they did
not. Once we caught up to a couple with two children, one of them a girl
older than Amanda and both topless, she relaxed.

   Amanda even said hi to the kids and started right in chattering about
how she was on vacation and it was her first time in France, but tailed off
at the children's look of polite incomprehension.  Their mom laughed and
said something to them in rapid French.  The girl then said slowly in
heavily accented English.  "My name is AmÃ(C)lie.  Zis iz my brozzer.  His
name...François."

   Robert knelt and whispered in Amanda's ear and she in turn recited,
"Je...m'appelle...Amanda." Everyone had a good laugh and we continued on
our way.

   The beach was pretty mobbed with beach chairs and umbrellas in fairly
tightly spaced ranks reaching up and down the beach for a couple hundred
yards.  Robert led us down through the chairs to the edge of the water so
we could get our feet wet and then we walked along the edge of the surf
towards a large outcrop of rock a past where the chairs ended.

   The rock came almost down to the surf line and once we passed it we were
in a quiet little cove, insulated from the noise and bustle of the main
part of the beach.  There were the remains of a bonfire and a scatter of
empty beer cans and a few condom wrappers testifying to its popularity
probably with the local teens.

   We put our towels down and Robert suggested Amanda let us put sunscreen
on her.  We stood the little girl between us, both Robert and I on our
knees.  He took her front and I her back side.  I started squirting
sunscreen on her shoulders and the back of her neck and worked my hands
down across her shoulderblades and onto her back.  Meanwhile Robert was
massaging oil into her chest.  He tweaked and lightly pinched the
8-year-old's nipples until she was giggling and they stiffened into little
beads.  We each took an arm, using both hands to spread the oil down over
her biceps and triceps past her elbow to her forearm.  I enjoyed feeling
her muscles shift and tense beneath her sun-warmed skin.

   Then while I was kneading her soft buttcheeks, Robert pulled the thong
away from her tender vulva with one hand and rubbed a greasy finger up and
down her slit as with his other fingers he massaged the oil into her labia.
Our eyes met over her head and we grinned as we reached an unspoken
agreement.  "Aaaaaah!" Amanda exclaimed as Robert's well-lubricated finger
quickly penetrated her.  She rose up on her toes and squirmed as he began
to slowly pump it in and out of her tiny cunny.  At the same time I pulled
the string out from between her cheeks and probed between them.  Her
asshole was clenching and releasing as she reacted to being finger-fucked
and when it loosened I had no difficulty pushing my finger into her rectum.
"OOOOH!" she exclaimed and I had to put my arm around her shoulders to
support her as she swooned slightly from the sensations of being penetrated
fore and aft simultaneously.

   By unspoken agreement, Robert and I continued to pump our fingers in and
out of the child's vagina and asshole.  We tried to find a matching rhythm,
at one point even stopping and he pressed his finger back and I pressed
mine forward, trying to feel each other from inside her.  I don't know if
we did but Amanda almost fainted again at that point so we eased off and
went back to a gentle in-and-out.  I picked up the bottle of sunscreen and
filled Robert's free hand so he could finish coating one leg, then he did
the same for me so I could do the other.  As a finale we each did the top
of one delicate foot.

   By that time Amanda was swaying with her eyes closed, her teeth nibbling
at her lower lip as she concentrated on the sensations in her pussy and her
bum.  I reached around and started lightly tweaking her clit as it emerged
from the top of her slit and she started to moan softly.  My cock was stiff
in my suit and I could see Robert's was likewise tented out as we continued
to tease the eight-year-old.  I ran my free hand up and through her hair as
her moans got higher-pitched and I saw the tendons in the backs of her
knees start to quiver.  Her hands came up and she started pinching her own
nipples.

   Her voice climbed in pitch to the supersonic and with a final "OH!"
Amanda squeezed her eyes shut and started shaking all over and her legs
gave way beneath her.  For a moment Robert and I were basically holding her
up with our penetrating fingers, then I pulled her back against me and
tightened my arm around her shoulders and held her as the orgasm rippled
through her.  She slowly relaxed against me, her body now hot from the sun
and passion and slippery from oil and sweat.  She was limp and I thought
she might go to sleep on us right there, until her body jerked upright at
the sound of applause.

   Amanda's eyes flew open and though I was behind her I saw her ears turn
pink and I'm sure her face was bright red as well.  Three men had entered
the cove from a path that led down from the village.  Like us, they were
dressed in swim trunks and open shirts and carrying towels and some beach
accoutrements: One set down a cooler and the other had a large drawstring
bag that would prove to contain a canopy.  Robert spoke from where he was
still fingering my niece.  "Pardon me for not getting up, my friends, as
you can see I am...engaged."
"Robert, don't tease the poor girl," I said reprovingly.  "Please

introduce us to your friends."

   Two of the men were brothers, both tall and thin but older than Robert
and old enough to have developed little pot bellies.  Phillipe, the younger
one, was still in late middle age with sandy blond hair fading to gray. 
Maurice was more elderly with sagging breasts and liver-spotted skin but
his eyes still danced with good humor and his face was well-crinkled with
laugh lines.  The third man, introduced as Etienne, was fortyish, short and
rotund but not obese.  All three approached Amanda and knelt to be at her
eye-level.  Robert, with his finger still embedded in her little cunt,
introduced each formally.  Still blushing, Amanda ducked her head and
allowed her hand to be kissed by each in turn.

   "If your fingers are not permanently attached," Etienne said, "perhaps
you can help us set up this canopy and perhaps you would like a beer."

   "Perhaps we would," I agreed and I eased my finger out of Amanda's ass,
gently kissing the back of her neck as I did.  She hung back as I assisted
in setting up a sun canopy.  When it was ready Robert and Phillippe sat
down in the shade while Maurice and Etienne tossed off their shirts and ran
down into the water.  Amanda hung back until I took her hand and escorted
her under the canopy.  She looked from Phillipe to Robert and back.  "Are
these your friends that want to fuck me?" she asked him baldly.

   Phillipe's eyebrows shot up and he said something to Robert in French
too fast for me to follow.  Robert smirked and said to Amanda, "Phillipe
just asked me if you were the same girl I warned him might be shy and
uncertain and that he should be gentle and careful not to upset."

   Amanda didn't seem to get the joke.  "I am kind of shy.  I was really
worried when Uncle Roofie told me yesterday I would be fucking lots of men
on our vacation, but you were nice and your penis felt really good in me."
She turned to Philippe.  "Can I see your penis now?"

   He gave a bark of surprised laughter.  "I can think of absolutely no
reason why not." He pulled down his Speedo - it was one of those tiny
banana-hammocks that left not much to the imagination anyway.  His cock was
already at half-mast.  Amanda actually skipped over to him.  She took it in
her hands and examined it carefully, literally looking at it from both
sides and lifting it to see the underside.  He had a thick blond bush shot
through with gray but his sack was smooth - shaven or even waxed, who knew
what these French guys got up to?  Amanda turned back to me.  "Why does his
look so funny?" Phillipe was uncircumcised, and it was the first one Amanda
had ever seen.  "It's like an elephant's trunk," she giggled as she poked a
finger into the opening at the tip of his foreskin.  Then she wrapped her
hand around it and as she jacked it the foreskin retracted part way. 
Amanda realized there was a regular head in there, just covered up.  "Come
out, come out wherever you are," she sang as she moved her fist up and
back, pulling a little further each time until the head was revealed,
glistening a little in the sun.

   Phillipe appeared to go a little weak in the knees.  "Why don't we sit
down, my little dove?" and he more or less collapsed into the shade of the
canopy.  Amanda didn't turn loose of his cock and so she sort of sat down
along with him.  He opened his legs with his knees up and his heels in the
sand.  "Amanda," I called, "Why don't you start by putting his penis in
your mouth?"

   Amanda looked at me, looked up at Phillipe, looked at the cock in her
small hand.  She shrugged.  She crossed her legs then bent forward from her
waist and Philippe's eyes went wide as he watched the 8-year-old open wide
and engulf the head of his penis.  Amanda sucked and slurped and jacked the
shaft, exactly as she had been taught.  She had first put a dick in her
mouth almost three full years ago and we had worked on refining her skills
ever since.  Actually - I paused to count days for a second - her third
"cockiversary" would happen while we were in London.  I'd have to call our
host there and see if we could arrange something special for her.

   Meanwhile Amanda was showing off her skills to the Frenchman.  She
pulled off and let his foreskin slide foreward until an opening about the
size of a nickel remained, and then dug her tongue into it, squirming into
and around his pisshole.  She engulfed the covered head again with her lips
held loosely and drool slid down the shaft.  She tightened her grip and
pulled to retract the foreskin and engulf the head again, meanwhile using
her hand to spread her saliva all up and down the shaft so her hand could
skim over the loose skin.  With her eyes dancing, she turned her head from
side to side so Philippe's cockhead made first one cheek and then the other
bulge out.  She sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing, while she slid her other
hand under his scrotum.  She cuddled his balls and then tugged on them
gently.

   Through it all, Philippe looked down at her, arousal and amazement
warring on his face.

   Robert was watching his friend with a smirk on his face but I was not
able to sit back and watch any more.  I knee-walked over to where Amanda
was bent over her crossed legs.  Taking a moment to root around in the
remains of my university French, I said, "Philippe, est-ce que tu connais
le mot anglais, Â<<spitroastÂ>?" He looked up at me blankly.  "Wobbly H?" I
hazarded.  His gaze drifted back to Amanda and he stroked her hair gently.
I had lost his attention.

   No matter.  Amanda made a little noise of surprise, muffled by her
mouthful of cock, when I reached down and grabbed her thighs, pulling her
legs backwards and uncrossing them to put her on her knees in the warm
sand. I pulled down my swim trunks and my erection popped free.  I tugged
on the ties at Amanda's hips and the scrap of blue fabric fell to the sand
between her knees.  I spit on my fingers and rubbed them onto her slit. 
Her lips parted for me.  She was very hot and already sticky-damp inside. I
aligned my middle finger, laying it alongside her clit to spin a couple of
revolutions around it.  Her asshole winked at me, clenching and opening and
she moaned sweetly around Philippe's manflesh.  I slid my finger down her
slit until I was able to press against her opening.  It yielded readily and
my niece moaned again, more urgently, as my finger slid inside.  Her
asshole winked again, this time opening as her cunt clenched around my
finger, and then squeezing shut again.  I pumped gently once, twice, the
withdrew.  As Amanda began to move her mouth up and down Philippe's cock
with greater urgency I paused for a moment to consider, and then put my
first three fingers in my mouth.  Amanda's sweet taste and aroma made my
cock strain for her.  I withdrew my fingers with another generous wad of
saliva, but this time I placed them on her butthole and massaged it until
it shone with the liquid.  Amanda made a questioning noise, trying to turn
her head enough to look back at me but she was of course restricted by her
mouthful of French cock.

   I bent forward and levered my erection down to socket it between her
cheeks onto the little pink pillow of her sphincter.  I pushed.  Amanda
groaned deep in her throat as the muscle ring resisted my pressure, slowly
dilating but also compressing the end of my cockhead.  Her groan became
lower and more guttural as she slowly yielded to me and my glans popped
into her.  Her asshole slipped past the flange and sealed around the
collar. I grabbed her hips and pulled her against me and she pulled her
mouth off Philippe and screeched as I filled her up, plumbing her to her
full depth.  "Gaaah!" she cried as my crinkled pubes were slowly crushed
against the pale pillows of her ass.  Philippe fisted her light brown hair
above her forehead and gently but firmly pulled her head back down, pushing
his pelvis forward until Amanda gagged and coughed, spraying more drool
into his bush.  She wrapped her hand back around his shaft to control the
depth of penetration and as I began to pump my cock in her ass, went back
to slurping at Philippe's cock with a vengeance.

   "Zis iz ze spitroast?" Philippe asked in his accented English.  I
nodded. "Ah.  Le Tour Eiffel, we call it.  But let us do it properly." And
so saying he grasped Amanda under her armpits and lifted her as he got up
on his knees.  Then he signaled to me and we stood up together.

   Now the eight-year-old child was held between us, her arms and legs
dangling above the sand, penetrated fore and aft and supported only by
Philippe's hands under her armpits and mine around her waist.  We found our
rhythm fairly easily, both of us pushing in and pulling out at the same
time.  Amanda could no longer control Philippe and she gagged and coughed,
opening her mouth wide as each thrust hit the back of her throat, then
grunting and spitting drool as he pulled back.  She squealed like a little
piglet as my cock moved within the incredibly tight grip of her rectum.  My
cock looked impossibly wide wedged between her cheeks.  Moving together,
Philippe and I sped up, pumping into the little girl faster and faster,
until with a cry Philippe froze with just his cockhead in her mouth, threw
his head back and grunted.  Amanda slurped, inhaled, then choked as fresh
hot cum went down the wrong pipe.  Her arms flailed a little as semen
sprayed out all around Philippe's pulsing shaft.  Amanda, the little
trouper that she was, got control of her coughing and clamped her lips
tight, allowing the rest of Philippe's ejaculation to fill her mouth.  I
stopped thrusting and just held myself fully embedded in her ass.  When
Philippe had fully emptied his balls, Amanda lifted her head and let the
dick flop out of her mouth, showing Philippe the pearly lake swimming
behind her gap-toothed smile.  Then she closed her mouth, dropped her head
and swallowed audibly, twice.  She lifted her head again and opened her
mouth, sticking out her tongue to show her mouth now clean except for some
strings of cum connecting her upper and lower premolars.

   I wrapped my arms around Amanda's chest to support her and went down
slowly on one knee.  Once she was resting on shoulders and knees I slowly
pulled my cock out of her ass.  I hadn't cum but it was going to be a long
day and I didn't want to burn out too quickly.  Amanda moaned softly as she
felt me leaving her empty.  Her asshole gaped open as my prick slid out. 
She reached back with one hand and gingerly probed at the swollen rim with
two fingers, clenching her muscles back there and feeling it close up and
dilate back.  She started to sit up and I guided her to put her butt on one
of the towels the men had spread.  It wouldn't do to get sand all up in
there.  She already had grit all stuck to the side of her face where she
had slumped forward.  She brushed at it with the back of one hand but she
was sweaty and sticky all over from the sunscreen.

   Amanda let herself fall back onto the towel, supporting herself on her
elbows.  She was breathing hard and I could see her heart beating away
inside her slender chest.  As she fell back she sort of rolled onto one
buttcheek - obviously the vigorous anal had left her a little sore.  That
was normal, but she was a trouper and never let it bother her.  Although
after one embarrassing and potentially disastrous
Monday-morning-after-Sunday-night I was careful never again to fuck her ass
when she had to walk around a lot the next day.

   Her pink tongue snaked out repeatedly, licking up the semen that
decorated her lips.  But she got some grit in her mouth and ended up "ptu,
ptu, ptu" ing trying to clear her mouth.  "Why don't we go in the water,
sweetheart, and we can both rinse off?" I suggested.  I could feel her anal
juices drying on my skin and in my pubic hair and it was a bit
uncomfortable.

   "Yes, I want to," Amanda answered and she cast around on the sand
looking for her discarded thong.

   "You need not worry about that," Philippe told her.  "Just keep your
distance from the other bathers and no one will see." And of course we were
sheltered by the rock formation so no one would see her naked out of the
water.  I took her hand and pulled her to her feet and she ran down into
the surf.  I followed at a walk.  As she splashed into the water she passed
Maurice and Etienne coming the other way.  The both admired her lithe bare
body as she whooped and danced around, bending down to splash water in the
air with her hands.

   Amanda was a natural swimmer, far better than me, so I walked out until
the water was chest high on me and well over her head.  She frolicked
around me like a sexy seal, bobbing in and out as the gentle swells rolled
over us.  The Mediterranean was warm, the sun hot and bright in a cloudless
sky.

   She swam for awhile and then jumped into my arms, wrapping her arms
around my neck and her legs around my waist.  She pressed her crotch
against mine and I felt her legs squeezing and relaxing.  Her eyes got a
little vague as she frotted against me and her pleasure started to rise.  I
reached down with one hand and tugged down the elastic waist of my trunks,
freeing my penis that quickly rose back to full mast.  I sighed as I felt
her warm labia spread around it and Amanda was quietly grunting deep in her
throat as she began hunching against me more vigorously.

   I cradled her head with my hand so we were cheek-to-cheek.  "You're a
horny little girl, aren't you?" I chuckled.

   "Uh-huh," she said, then "uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-HUH" in a rising tone.  She
was lifting herself so that my cockhead was pressing between her lips and
trying to align it for penetration.

   "I don't think that'll work in the water," I told her, "There's not
enough lubrication.  Do you want to get back out and I'll make you nice and
wet?  Because I'm sure that Maurice and Etienne would like to fuck that hot
little kitten."

   Amanda didn't say anything but I felt her nod.  I turned and started
walking us back up towards the beach.

   All four men were watching Amanda's pale naked ass appreciatively as I
carried her back to our little sun tent.  Maurice and Etienne looked like
they wanted to jump on her immediately but as soon as I set her back down
on the towel I slid down, pushed her legs apart, and fastened my mouth on
her delectable pussy.  She tasted of salt water but as I twirled my tongue
around the tiny bead of her clit the flavor of the sea was quickly joined
by that of her own sweet nectar.  I looked up across her bare body.  She
had spread her arms wide and was grabbing handfuls of sand and letting them
trickle through her fingers as she stared up at the underside of the tent.
She began to gasp and sigh and move her thin legs around as I licked down
from her clit, back and forth across her pudgy labia and then pushed my
tongue into her slit, all the while using my thumb to stroke alongside her
clitoris giving her the indirect contact she most enjoyed.

   I closed my eyes to concentrate on the taste and feel of her tender
flesh under my lips.  Her sighs became sweet little moans and she lifted
her legs to wrap them around my head, crossing her ankles on my upper back.
I started rubbing around her clitoris more rapidly as she began to hunch
her mound into my face and then she froze and her legs tightened around my
ears.  I heard the roaring of the sea and was rewarded by the flow of her
nectar onto my tongue as she climaxed.  I continued slurping and licking at
her slit but I removed my fingers from around her clit, switching instead
to just lightly petting and stroking her smooth mons to give her time to
recover.  Amanda was a horny little minx though, thoroughly sexualized from
three years of playing with me, and before long she was building again,
moaning softly and writhing on the towel.

   When I heard her moans change from "oh, oh, oh" to a muffled "mmmf,
mmmf" I opened my eyes.  Maurice and Etienne had both shucked their
swimmers and dropped to their knees on either side of my little niece's
head, and they were offering their cocks to her.  Maurice's penis was very
large but not fully erect, perhaps the consequence of age.  It was wrinkled
and spotted like the rest of his skin.  Like his brother, he was
uncircumcised.  His pubic hair was thick and wiry and completely gray. 
Etienne's belly overhung a very nice circumcized penis.  It was average
size but with a very large, bulbous head, now dark purple with arousal. 
His testicles were large and his scrotum hung low, almost brushing Amanda's
flushed cheek.  She had taken a penis in each hand, and was alternating
licking and sucking at each head in turn.  Her eyes were half-closed, brown
irises just visible through long, delicate lashes.

   I lifted my head.  Amanda's smooth vulva gleamed with wetness, my saliva
and her own scant juices, and I'm sure my chin and cheeks shone in the same
way.  "Gentleman," I said, "I think Amanda would like to have her little
cunny filled." Maurice sprang up - despite his age he was spry.  I gently
unhooked Amanda's ankles from around my neck and spread her thighs wide. 
With the flexibility of young children I was able to open them up to a
straight line, perpendicular to her torso.  Her vulva bulged and the
tendons in her thighs stood out in high relief.  Maurice knelt.  His penis
was nearly as thick as my wrist but it was hanging at half mast.  He pushed
his foreskin-covered head against Amanda's slit but he was only able to
mash it against the tight line of her inner lips and then the shaft bent
and the head went nowhere.  He grasped himself right behind the head but he
still wasn't able to make any progress.  Being the considerate uncle that I
am, I reached in and with two fingers on each hand, peeled her lips apart
and exposed her tiny opening Maurice fisted himself against it and this
time, applying firm and steady pressure, he was able to make progress.  It
was pretty amazing watching his foreskin peel back as his glans slowly
forced Amanda's opening to yield.

   "Oh!  aaaaaAAA!" she cried as she felt herself opened.  "It's big, it's
big, it's big!" she cried, but it was excitement, not alarm.  We had played
with some sex toys at various times, including some larger-than-life-size
dildos, so she knew exactly how much her cunt would stretch before it got
uncomfortable and Maurice's turgid organ might be right on the edge but not
over it.  Depth was more her problem than girth.  At only 8 her vagina was
still shallow, not nearly enough to take the full length of even an
average-size cock.  And sure enough, not even half of Maurice's tool had
burrowed into her before she gave a soft yelp and held out her hand, palm
up, crying "no more!" I looked down.  Her vulva bulged obscenely, displaced
from two parallel cushions to more resemble one of those neck pillows that
people took on airplanes.  Her inner lips were invisible until Maurice
started to withdraw and then they clung to his shaft like a gasket,
everting from her body until she winced from the uncomfortable pulling.

   I reassured Maurice that he could fuck her as energetically as he wanted
as long as he was careful about depth.  He gave a couple of short thrusts
but then he did something unexpected.  He grasped Amanda's slender torso at
chest level and lifted her.  He straightened his legs as he pulled her to a
sitting position and hugged her to him with one wiry, liver-spotted arm
cradling her butt and the other around her back.  He bent and put his lips
against hers.  Amanda's eyes opened wide in surprise.  The idea of having
oral and vaginal sex with strangers had not fazed her, but being grown-up
kissed by one of them apparently was not something she was expecting.  But
again she was a trouper.  Her arms came up to wrap around the old man's
neck and she leaned forward, opening her lips and pressing her tongue into
the kiss.  Maurice was murmuring French nothings into her mouth as he began
lifting and lowering her with his arms while at the same time hunching his
pelvis.  Amanda made a cute little exclamation "oh!" into his mouth at
every instroke.

   But my little niece had one more surprise in store for her this hot
summer morning on the beach.  Her eyes flew open as she felt another body
press against her back.  Etienne had moved forward and lay his bulk against
the tiny girl.  Maurice leaned back a little bit, so smoothly that I
realized there was no way this was a spur-of-the-moment action.  I wondered
how many grown women the two of them had double-teamed in their lives.  I
saw Etienne's hand vanish underneath Amanda and I knew what was coming
next.

   "Hey, that's my butt!" the little girl exclaimed, followed by a groan
rising to a squeak as she realized that Etienne was pushing his cock into
her anus.  This was a first for the little girl; she had never been
double-penetrated like this before.  "Aiee!  Aiee!  Aiee!  It's big!  It's
biiiiig!  Ohhh myyyy GODDDDD!" she exclaimed as, with a grunt, Etienne
shoved home and his trimmed pubes were crushed against her widely spread
asscheeks.

   The two men easily fell into a matched rhythm.  Amanda's slight body
almost disappeared between them.  She seemed overwhelmed by the sensations.
Her arms fell limp and her head lolled.  I turned her face towards me and
leaned in.  Maurice and Etienne's breath was hot on either side of my face.
Maurice smelled of cloves; Etienne, garlic.

   "How do you like it, sweetheart, being filled up front and back like
that?" I whispered.  Her eyes slowly swam into focus on me.  In between
groans as she was bounced up and down on the two men's cocks she gasped
out, "It's so much!  I'm so full!  My cunny is so full!  I can feel them
both inside me!  I'm...I'm...ooooOOOOAAAAHHH!" I pressed my lips to hers as
Amanda shuddered through another climax.  Maurice exclaimed in surprise and
I felt hot liquid dripping on my knee, looked down to see that Amanda had
lost bladder control and was spraying urine, soaking the old man's full
gray bush.

   Then she went limp as a rag doll, her head rolling loose on her neck, as
the two men continued thrusting.  Their pistoning became erratic as they,
too, were reaching their peaks.  Again, it was obvious they had done this
together before, as they managed to climax almost simultaneously.  Looking
down I could see Maurice's thick rod pulsing energetically as he
inseminated my niece.  "Oh, ton cul!" Etienne exclaimed over and over as he
thrust up into Amanda's ass hard enough to make her whole body jerk.

   Spent, both Frenchmen slumped backwards.  I caught Amanda before she
fell sideways.  Her eyes were closed, mouth open as she panted.  She was
dripping sweat from her hairline down to her neck and below.  As I watched
a drop fell from her nose.  She groaned as the two men backed off and both
her inner labia and her anal sphincter pulled away from her body, clinging
to the two flesh poles that had just violated her.  I shifted my grip to
under her armpits and lifted her briefly so we could all see the semen
oozing from her cunny and her asshole and making gooey trails down her
thighs.  Then I tenderly laid her on her belly onto a spread towel in the
canopy's shade.  I turned her head to the side and kissed her tenderly on
the cheek.  "Was that fun?" I whispered in her ear.  She nodded sleepily.
Her light brown hair was tangled and damp with sweat.  "Good," I whispered,
"Because that was just the warmup.  Rest now and I'll wake you when the
yacht gets here."

   Amanda lay on her stomach on a towel under the sunshade, dozing.  Semen
oozed from her smooth pussy and her asshole for awhile, eventually drying
to a small, crusty stain on the towel.  I stroked her bare back and ass
absently as I sat next to her, conversing desultorily with the four
Frenchmen as we drank cans of beer from the small cooler.  I had grilled
Robert on what to expect when the yacht arrived; I worried that whatever he
had planned might be too much for an eight year old on her first full day
of vacation that she had only learned last night was to be packed full of
sex of all kinds.  Never mind the jetlag.  But he assured me that everyone
was very laid-back and respectful.  As the morning advanced Philippe and
Etienne disappeared up the path at the back of the little cove that led up
to the roadside where they had parked their car and returned with another
cooler, a small portable grill, and a couple sacksful of supplies.

   Etienne took beefburgers and sausages out of the cooler and set about
getting the grill going.  Meanwhile Philippe made up plates with some
cheeses and a chocolate brownie for each of us.  He handed them around with
a little flourish and more ceremony than I thought was necessary, but
whatever.  While he worked on the grill Maurice and I walked down to the
surfline and played some beach tennis, batting a hard rubber ball back and
forth with big wooden paddles that made a satisfying "plonk!" when they
struck the ball.

   We were interrupted by Etienne's raised voice.  I turned to see him
standing over a now-awake Amanda, apparently angry with her about
something. "Mais non!" he exclaimed as I hurried up.  "Main combien as-tu
mangÃ(C), ma petite poupÃ(C)e-sêxe?" Amanda stood naked before him.  She
didn't understand the French but she was taken aback by his tone which
seemed not angry but quite urgent.  There were crumbs of chocolate around
her mouth and spilled onto her bare belly.

   "What's the problem?" I asked.

   "She has eaten," he paused and did a quick count in the cooler.  "She
has eaten three of my special brownies!"

   I turned to my niece.  "I was hungry, I'm sorry," she said.  "I didn't
know you were saving them."

   "That is not the problem," said Etienne, and his voice echoed nicely in
my ears.  I was distracted by the patterns the smoke made as it rose from
the grill and was caught by the late morning sun.  I found it very humorous
and started to chuckle...uh oh.

   "Etienne, is there something besides, you know, flour, butter, cocoa
powder..." I trailed off, suddenly drawing a blank for the other
constituents of a typical brownie recipe.  I snapped back to the subject at
hand.  "Is there something in the brownies?"

   "Mais bien sÃ>r," he said, "I always make my special cannabis recipe for
my friend Robert!" Judging by the dryness of my mouth, the sudden rumbling
in my stomach from the smell of the meat on the grill and especially the
rapid fracturing of my concentration they were lethally strong.  And now my
eight-year-old niece had just eaten three times the RDA for an adult. 
Well, this was going to be an interesting afternoon.  Which was going to
start by me trying to explain mind-altering drugs and their effects to an
8-year-old.

   I collapsed cross-legged in the sand and pulled my niece into my lap.  I
was immediately enchanted by the softness of her skin and found myself
stroking her shoulders and chest.  As if they were not connected to my
brain my hands strayed lower.  Good thoroughly sexualized child that she
was, Amanda obediently opened her legs for me.  She wriggled as I stroked
my finger over the little bead of her clit and I was about to penetrate her
when I remembered that's not why I had sat down with her.  "You should not
have eaten those brownies, sweetie.  They were only for the adults."

   "But I was hungry," she said reasonably.  "It doesn't seem fair that you
were all keeping them for yourselves."

   "That's not it," I said and then took a few seconds remember what was
it. Amanda looked up at me quizzically.  Oh right.  "We have other treats
for you.  The brownies...well, you know how beer and wine are only for
adults because they're alcohol.  And adults can drink some alcohol and it
just makes us relaxed and happy, but little girls," I pressed a finger to
her nose, "can't have it because...um...because it's too strong and it
tastes bad to you and it might make you sick."

   "But the brownies tasted good," she insisted.  I tried the wine last
night and it's yucky."

   "There's something in the brownies like alcohol," I explained patiently.
"You didn't taste it.  But you might start feeling kind of strange very
soon."

   Now I had her full attention "Strange, how?" she asked and her brown
eyes were big and round.

   "Mmmm, light-headed?" I ventured.  "Silly, and giggly, and like the
world is far away and maybe you'll think music is really really
interesting."

   "That sounds fun!" she said.

   "Well, maybe it will be.  I just don't want you to be upset or scared if
you start feeling funny and don't know why." Then I realized there was one
other effect of the cannabis that I hadn't mentioned.  My penis was
suddenly achingly stiff.  Through the thin fabric of my trunks, the shaft
rubbing against the sun-warmed skin of Amanda's back felt amazing.  I took
her wrist and was just guiding her hand under the waistband when Etienne
announced that lunch was ready.

   We grownups dug in with chemically-enhanced enthusiasm and inhaled the
first round of burgers, potato salad, and crisps along with more beers.  We
were on our seconds when I saw the exact minute that the drugs kicked in
for Amanda.  She was trying to eat one of the sausages in a bun but it was
a bit too much for her to handle and the sausage fell out of the bread onto
her plate.  She picked it up in her fingers, examining it like she'd never
seen it before, and then started laughing hysterically.  Her plate spilled
off her lap as she fell backwards, rolling around on the sand.  Every time
she seemed to be back in control, she would point at the sausage now lying
on the ground and start laughing again.

   All four of us looked at her, bemused.

   She rolled to her feet and lurched towards the water, running in an
erratic zigzag, yelling "swimming!  swimming!  I'm a fishy!" I was
entranced watching her little butt cheeks moving away and she was almost at
the water before I remembered why this might be a bad idea.  I jumped to my
feet and followed her, catching up with her when the water was about up to
my thighs, just as she dived forward.  Except she didn't pop right back up
and I had to go to my knees and grab her and haul her back to the surface,
coughing and sputtering.  When she could speak again, she looked at me with
an absolutely comical expression of surprise and dismay.  "I thought I was
a fishy.  I forgot to not breathe."

   "OK," I said, as I settled her on my hip, "Why don't we only go in the
water together for awhile, until you can remember that you're not a fishy?"


   "O-kay," Amanda singsonged back at me and the next second she was out
like a light, snoring into my shoulder.

   That didn't last too long, however.  By the time I had carried her back
up the beach to our little establishment she was kicking and squirming to
be let down.  As soon as I set her down she tore off to run circles around
our sun tent, then peeled off into a tight little spiral running in smaller
and smaller circles until she fell down, shrieking with laughter.  Once
down she immediately became entranced by her hands.  She held them up and
moved them back and forth, first one, then the other chasing it from one
side to the other.  I sat down and brushed her hair away from her forehead.
Her pupils were far more dilated than they should've been in this sun.  I
fished around in our beach bag until I found the pair of sunglasses I had
brought for her, blue plastic with clusters of fruit in the corners of the
lens frames.  I put them on her face and her mouth opened wide in an O of
surprise.  "Whoa," she breathed out.  "Where'd all the light go?" Then she
giggled madly.  My eight-year-old niece was, not to put too fine a point on
it, high as balls.

   I stayed with her while she giggled and rolled around and otherwise
amused herself.  After a while she began masturbating completely
unselfconsciously, paying no attention to the four men, relative strangers,
who stood around her.  Her favorite method, when she didn't have Mister
Bear-Bear to hunch, was to stiffen her second and third fingers of her
right hand and rub tight little circles around her clitoris.  As her
pleasure built she would gradually draw up her knees until her heels were
bouncing off her butt, and then when her climax hit she would shoot them
out straight and her little feet would twist at the end of her ankles while
she sighed explosively.

   Amanda went through several cycles of that, like a sexy little
metronome, until I became aware of the sound of a motor approaching.  I
looked up.  There was a launch heading up through the calm sea towards our
little cove.  Further out in the deep water was, yes, a yacht.  It was hard
for me to get a sense of its size but it didn't look enormous like one of
those multizillionaire superyachts.  It wasn't the SS Minnow either.

   As it drew up I saw the launch was in fact a large inflatable.  A man
hopped out and pulled it onto the sand.  He stepped forward and shook hands
with Robert and there followed a voluble exchange in French too rapid and
colloquial to follow.  Robert turned and motioned me over.  I was loath to
leave Amanda's side in her condition so I picked her up and set her on my
hip.  She immediately began hunching her bare pussy against me while
giggling and pulling my hair randomly.

   "This is Gilles, our host for the afternoon," Robert said to me.  I held
out my hand.  "EnchantÃ(C), je m'appelle Rufus." His palm was hard and
callused.  "Et c'est Amanda," I added, bouncing the giggling, naked child
on my hip.

   "Ah yes," Gilles said in perfectly colloquial Midwestern English.  "Our
little fuck-moppet for the day.  Shall we go?"

   Robert and I said our goodbyes to the other three men who apparently
weren't included in the invitation.  Robert was kind enough to carry my
beach bag with the sunscreen, some snacks, a couple of books for Amanda and
a novel for me, two dildos, a vibrating buttplug, and several bottles of
baby oil.  As we climbed into the inflatable Amanda suddenly roused.  "My
suimsuit!" she exclaimed.  "I can't go without my suit!"

   I looked back up the beach.  The tiny scrap of fabric was lost, buried
somewhere in the sand.  "It's ok, kiddo," I said, "You won't need it."

   "Got that right," Gilles chuckled.

   Amanda hung her arms over the side of the inflatable and watched the
water stream past with fascination.  It was clear enough that we could
still see all the way to the bottom when we pulled up to the side of the
launch.  Up close I could see the boat was very nice, but not enormous. 
Maybe sixty or seventy feet long?  And there were two or three levels of
deck plus more below.  Execrable French rock'n'roll was blaring from
somebody's boom box.  It was hard to get a quick head count since there was
a lot of dancing and traffic down to belowdecks and back up but my stab
estimate was maybe 30?  Maybe more.  Almost everyone I saw was a generation
younger than Gilles, mostly in their 30s, but I saw a few teenagers and
even some children, all of them older than Amanda.  The crowd was maybe a
third women.  Everyone was dressed in swimwear, mostly banana hammocks for
the men and bikinis for the women.  It looked like a big floating party and
that's exactly what it was.  And my eight-year-old niece was the guest of
honor.

   Amanda perked up at the sight of all the people.  As soon as I set her
on the deck she threw her arms in the air and called out, "Hello, French
boat people, are you all here to fuck me?" then spun herself around until
she got dizzy and fell to the deck, laughing uproariously.  I watched the
crowd's reaction and from the looks some gave her, I surmised the answer to
her question was an unequivocal "yes".

   Gilles and I conferred about how things should work.  I let him know
that thanks to our little brownie incident, the guest of honor was high as
fuck.  I doubted that would affect her ability or - judging by the avidity
with which she'd been masturbating on the beach, her desire - to perform,
but I was concerned for her safety.  I didn't want her to just throw
herself into the sea if she forgot again that she wasn't a fishy.  After
some discussion we came up with a solution.  A canopy had been set up on
the deck to provide shade, with a large futon and a pile of cushions
underneath it.  Gilles took a length of the same nylon rope that rigged the
canopy and tied one end securely around Amanda's ankle and the other to a
stanchion next to the futon.  She had plenty of slack to get up off the
futon and walk around if she wanted to, but not enough to get over the rail
to either side.

   I also let Gilles know that she was too young to lubricate much on her
own.  The solution to that was twofold: first, a bucket full of tubes and
bottles of various lubricants, to which I added the baby oil in my bag. 
Second, a big purple sharpie.  I set Amanda down in the center of the
futon. She looked curiously around at the people who were beginning to
surround the naked little girl.  They watched as I wrote across Amanda's
narrow chest in bold letters, "Grease me up, then" and Gilles wrote below
it in his own hand "Graisse-moi, puis".  Below that, on Amanda's belly, I
finished "FUCK ME" with an arrow pointing down to her tender peach.  We
repeated the legend on her back with another arrow pointing down to her
buttcrack.

   Finally, Gilles handed me a red rubber wristband and a small red ball. I
put the wristband on Amanda's left wrist and put the ball in her right hand
and closed her fingers around it.  She looked at me a little more alertly
now - I hoped the initial rush from the triple dose of THC had crested and
she was now cruising.  "This is important, my dear, so please listen.  All
these people," I gestured at the crowd, "All these people are here to fuck
you, but not all of them speak English, and you don't speak French, do
you?"

   Amanda giggled, "You know I don't, silly Uncle Roofie!"

   "So they might not understand if you say 'stop' or 'that doesn't feel
good' or even 'that hurts'.  That's what this ball and the wristband are
for.  Are you listening?" She was turning her head this way and that,
taking in the growing number of men and a few women who were crowding
closer to the futon.

   "Yes, I'm listening," Amanda answered in that put-upon voice that
children seem to be born knowing how to use when a grownup asks them an
obvious question.  I hoped she was.

   "If someone does something with you that you don't like, if it doesn't
feel good or it hurts, all you have to do is drop the ball.  Let go of it
and whoever it is will stop right away, and they'll fetch the ball for you
and then they'll do something else that you like instead.  Got it?  If
you're not having fun, drop the ball." Amanda nodded.

   "If you need to stop fucking for some reason - if you get thirsty or
hungry or you need to use the bathroom, or you just want to stop for
awhile, drop the ball and then take off the wristband, ok?" She nodded.  I
took the ball from her.  "Show me you can take it off." She gave me that
look again and easily removed the rubber band from her wrist, then put it
back on.  I handed her the ball.

   "OK, if someone does something you don't like...?"

   "I drop the ball."

   "And if you need to stop for awhile?"

   "I take off the wristband."

   "You got it!" I smiled and hugged the naked little girl.  "Are you ready
to get fucked now?"

   "Yeaaah!" Amanda cheered, then looked around at the crowd.  "I'm ready
to get fucked!" Immediately a thin, blond-haired man with a scraggly beard
stepped onto the futon and dropped to his knees.  I got out of his way as
he grabbed my niece's ankles, spread the eight-year-old's legs apart and
folded them over so her calves were behind her shoulders, and shoved his
face into her crotch, slurping and sucking noisily.  Amanda shrieked with
laughter.  "Tickles!  Ahahaha!  Ahahahammmf!" Her laughter cut off as
another young man, this one looking barely out of school pulled down his
swimsuit to expose a half-erect penis and shoved it into the little girl's
mouth.  She immediately wrapped the hand not holding the little red ball
around the shaft and began sucking hard enough to hollow her cheeks.

   I stood up and stepped back, finding myself quickly shoulder-to-shoulder
with people under the canopy's shade.  Someone put a drink in my hand.  I
took a long pull and watched the blond dribble a stream of baby oil onto
Amanda's vulva, rub it in with both hands, the take out a very sunburned
and very erect penis and, with some effort, began stuffing it into Amanda's
eight-year-old cunt.  She spit out the cock in her mouth long enough to
cheer "Yay!  Look at me, Uncle Roofie, I'm getting fucked!" Then she stuck
the dick back in her mouth.

   Amanda was an active sex partner.  She rocked back and forth, grunting
and making little "ooo" sounds of pleasure as the blond began pumping
slowly in and out of her overstuffed little muffin.  Her vulva bulged
around the adult penis spearing her.  Meanwhile her little hand was busy at
the shaft of the second penis filling her mouth, jacking it and stroking
it, patting the man's balls and tugging at his nest of pubic hair.  The
disparity between adult and child was even more apparent here, as the cock
was easily bigger around then her wrist and the fingers of her free hand
were nowhere near long enough to encircle it.  She moved her head up and
down, sealing her lips around the shaft, then pulling off to flick her
tongue all around the bulbous head.  It wasn't long before the man groaned,
pulled his cock out of the little girl's mouth, and began to ejaculate all
over her face.  She squeaked as a powerful shot went right into her eye,
but she simply wiped at the goo with her fingers then opened her mouth,
trying to catch as much of the man's semen on her tongue as she could.

   Amanda's face was well-glazed by the time the man sat back and wiped his
sweating forehead with his arm.  He hardly had time to give Amanda a quick
kiss on the top of her head before two more men were kneeling at her
bobbing, upturned soles, and two penises were dangling in front of her
face. I smiled, took another sip of my cocktail, and adjusted my own
erection in my loose swim shorts.  It was going to be a tough job,
monitoring Amanda's well-being, but I was up to it.

   Amanda was making wordless vocalizations, not quite shouting,
"AaaaaAAAAA!" as the blond was rabbit-stroking into her little cunt, short,
fast thrusts until with a groan he threw his head back and froze.  Amanda
went "OOO!  OOO!" with each squirt of hot semen fired against tiny entrance
to her immature womb.  By the time another person had settled into place,
both men competing to fill her mouth had ejaculated and her face was
thoroughly frosted.  Cum matted her eyelashes and ran back into her
hairline and down to fill her ears.  She licked spermy lips and smacked
them, making yum-yum gestures and rubbing her bare tummy.

   She was fucked twice more and her clam was overflowing with semen before
the first time she dropped the ball.  A lanky teenage knelt before her and
put his hands behind her knees, rolling her up so her little asshole, as
yet unpenetrated, was at a convenient angle.  But he attempted to bugger
her without any lubrication.  A young redheaded woman was kneeling astride
the little girl's face.  She had the crotch of her bikini pulled to one
side and was grinding her fire-furred cunt against Amanda's mouth.  It was
the little girl's first muff-dive and her face beneath the thick, uneven
coating of jizz looked a little uncertain, but she had her tongue extended
and was flicking it back and forth against the woman's large, wrinkled
clitoris.  Her startled "ow!" when the boy tried to push through her
sphincter was muffled but her eyes - already red and irritated from semen -
widened.  She slapped her free hand against the woman's thigh, trying to
signal her to dismount but the woman's head was thrown back and her eyes
closed in ecstasy.  So Amanda did as she had been told and dropped the
ball.

   As soon as the red sphere bounced across the futon multiple voices in
the crowd shouted "Arrêt!" and "Halt!" and "Stop!" and "HÃ-ttu!" - truly
an international crowd - and gratifyingly, the response from both of the
people assaulting the eight-year-old was immediate.  The redhead dismounted
and the boy sat back, his erection wilting.

   Amanda sat up, wiped her arm across her mouth, smearing cum and cunt
juice, and pointed an accusatory finger at the boy.  "That hurt!" she said.
Then, pointing theatrically at her chest where the purple lettering was
smeared but still legible, "Can't you read?"

   Chastened, the boy took a bottle of lube from the bucket at his elbow.
Amanda obligingly lifted her butt and exposed her pucker, bracing herself
with her hands in the small of her back, bending her legs back until her
toes were over her head.  The boy squeezed a large glob of clear goop onto
his fingers and rubbed them around her butthole until it gleamed, then
extended his middle finger and pushed.  As her asshole, now well-greased,
yielded easily Amanda exclaimed "Ahhhhh!" as if she'd just had a refreshing
drink.  The boy pulled out his finger, someone put the ball back in her
hand and Amanda waggled her tongue at the redhead now kneeling at her side.
As the young woman swung astride Amanda's face again, the little girl
groaned as her sphincter yielded again, this time to the boy's well-lubed
erection.  He buried himself in her to the root, his bush rubbing against
her pale asscheeks, as her feet waved in the air, kicking the redheaded
woman lightly in her back.

   Thus reassured that, however high she still was, my little niece
remembered her instructions and could execute them, and more importantly
that the crowd would honor her signals, I turned away and walked astern in
search of a fresh drink.

   There I got involved in a conversation with a pretty young blonde -
really young, still in whatever the French called high school.  As the
yacht cruised slowly up the coastline, she eventually confessed that she'd
always wanted to try sex with a child but now that she was here, she wasn't
sure she'd be able to go through with it, especially with all these others
watching.  I was on the verge of inviting her to spend a night with us at
the cottage where she could be a pervert in private when once again cries
of "Stop!" in many different languages drifted back to us and I hurried
forward to make sure everything was all right.

   Amanda was on her hands and knees with both the ball and the wristband
on the futon next to her.  I had lost track of time talking with the
blonde. Almost an hour had gone by.  Amanda's head hung down and she was
panting with exhaustion.  She was basically covered in semen.  Her hair was
soaked with it, dark and gooey and sticking out at all angles as the
protein gelled in it.  Her back was severely arched and there was a pool of
cum at the base of her spine and the rest of her back was coated with drips
running down her heaving side like the glaze on a donut.  Her asshole was
an angry red and distended, wide open to perhaps the size of a quarter and
pulsing open and clenching closed with each breath.  Another pool of
grayish-white fluid was visible inside her ass.  It had overflowed and
there were thick trails running down her thighs.  Her little baby cunt was
visible, grotesquely swollen and protruding between her skinny legs.  The
two halves of her vulva had swollen and pulled open her slit which was a
deep scarlet underneath a heavy coating of goo.  The inner lips, normally
thin, straight lines guarding her opening were suffused with blood, bright
red and peeled back.  Her hole was dilated and cum dripped steadily,
sluggishly, making long threads and droplets that eventually plopped onto
the futon.  The futon itself was stained dark beneath the eight-year-old,
slippery with secretions.

   I knelt down by Amanda's head, wound my fingers into the sticky clumps
of her hair and lifted her head gently.  Her face was coated more thickly
with jizz than anywhere else on her body.  Her eyebrows were invisible and
her lashes were solid little bars of gooey white outlining her lids.  Both
her ears were filled with semen.  There was a semisolid cake of protein
descending from her nose and filling her Cupid's bow.  Her nostrils were
blocked.  Runnier rivulets of cum ran down from her forehead, down her nose
and and the gelled glob and into her mouth.  Her lips stuck together and
she blew cum bubbles when she opened them to breathe, and more of it
diluted with her saliva ran over her lower lip and down her chin, making a
sticky stalactite that hung down a good six inches.

   Amanda's eyes were red-rimmed and bloodshot, irritated from the volume
of cum that had run into them.  She blinked slowly and focused on me as I
held her head up, and her protein-plastered face lit up in a radiant smile.
"Uncle Roofie!" she exclaimed.  "Look how much I've been fucking!"

   I couldn't help but smile back at her childish enthusiasm.  "Is
everything ok?  I see you took off your wristband."

   "This is so much fun!" she enthused.  "Did you know every penis feels
different when it goes up me?  I thought of a game where I would fuck a
bunch of boys and then I'd be blindfolded and they'd fuck me again, only
I'd have to guess who it was just by how their penis felt inside me! 
That'd be so cool!"

   I got hard listening to my niece describe a gang-bang-guessing-game in
her high, childish, cum-clotted voice.  "That does sound like, fun,
sweetie. But why did you take off the wristband?"

   "Oh," she said.  "I had a lot of orgasms but now I'm tired and my legs
are cramping and I'm hungry.  Could I take a break for awhile and have a
snack?"

   Given the volume of cum she'd apparently swallowed I was surprised there
was room in her tummy.  "Of course you can, kiddo.  Let's get you up."

   I boosted the little girl under her armpits which were as sticky and
semen-smeared as the rest of her and lifted her off the futon, setting her
on her bare feet on the deck.  There were threads of jizz webbing her
delicate toes.  She wobbled but stayed standing.  She put a sticky hand in
mine.  Her fingers, just like her toes, were heavily webbed with cum and
stuck together.  We took three steps and then she fell down.  I had
forgotten to unknot the rope around her ankle.

   Amanda fell right on her face.  There was a frozen moment and then she
began to bawl.  I stooped and swiftly untied the rope then lifted her to a
sitting position.  Immediately she started to choke and blood dribbled from
her mouth to stain the cum stalactite hanging from her chin.  Her teeth had
cut the inside of her lip when her face hit the deck.  "Oh, no, you poor
thing," I said and immediately picked her up which probably ruined my
favorite shirt with bloodstains and not to mention twenty strangers' cum.
But c'mon.  I cradled the little girl's sticky head over my shoulder as I
went to find Gilles.  He directed me belowdecks to the galley for a first
aid kit and then to a stateroom.  I laid Amanda on the edge of a big round
bed - so much for that bedspread - and cleaned her wound.  Aside from
wiping away all the semen around her mouth and dabbing the cut with alcohol
there wasn't much more to be done.  By the time I was done Amanda's crying
had diminished to sniffles - a little more difficult with her nostrils
cum-clogged as they were - that I recognized as being as much from
overtiredness as from the pain.

   Amanda was sitting up on the bed, holding a piece of gauze against the
cut as the bleeding diminished.  I got down on my knees so our heads were
level "You're my brave little girl, aren't you?"

   "Yeth," she sniffled.

   "Why don't we get in the shower and get you clean?" For the next round,
I added silently.  She nodded, so I shrugged out of my shirt, dropped my
swim trunks, and picked up my niece again, and carried her into the
stateroom's large shower stall.  I adjusted the water to be cool so the
semen's proteins wouldn't denature and pill up, and then spent a very
enjoyable ten minutes carefully washing every nook and cranny of the
eight-year-old's body, using a washcloth and then fingers.  I even
shampooed her hair, cautioning her to keep her eyes tight shut since it
wasn't baby shampoo and might sting.  Though given the volume of jizzy
eyeshots she'd already taken they were probably a little stingy anyway.

   The shower revived Amanda a little, enough to look up at me with an
impish grin and wrap her little fingers around my erection when it bopped
her on the nose.  I couldn't help it, washing the little girl had turned me
on, especially knowing that I was washing off the ejaculations of twenty or
more strangers.  As of this morning she had had sex with exactly one other
person besides me.  Within the last six hours her lifetime partner count
had grown to exceed what I'd achieved in thirty-some years.

   Amanda jacked my penis gently and then did what came most naturally to
her, which is to stuff it into her mouth.  She looked up at me, smiling
saucily around the flesh pole filling her mouth with the cool water
streaming off her lovely brown hair.  I turned the shower off - no doubt
fresh water was at a premium even on a luxury boat like this - and slowly
backed out of the stall, letting Amanda keep sucking my cock as we sort of
crab-walked back over to the bed.  I tossed her onto the spread - the clean
part - and tumbled down after her.  We spent a very enjoyable few moments
in a tickle fight before she sprawled over my legs and stuffed my cock back
in her mouth.  "Oh you little baby whore," I praised her as her oral skills
quickly brought me back to full hardness.  "Did you like getting fucked by
all these people?" Rather than stop sucking on me, the little girl just
nodded.  "How many orgasms did you have?" I was genuinely curious.  Amanda
held up both hands with her fingers splayed, then folded in all but three
fingers on one hand.  "Lucky thirteen!" I exclaimed, then threw my head
back as I felt her tongue flicking back and forth across the very tip of my
penis, the way she knew I liked.  I closed my eyes and let the images of my
niece being plowed fore and aft by strangers wash over me and before I knew
it I felt my cum rising.  Amanda felt it to as my penis swelled in her
mouth.  She grabbed my scrotum and tugged lightly on my testicles, another
trick I had taught her at around age six, and groaned as I painted her
tonsils with hot uncle cum.

   Amanda continued to jack me gently as my orgasm filled her mouth,
keeping eye contact the whole time with her deep brown eyes.  When I was
finished she carefully pulled off, keeping her lips clamped shut.  She
crawled up, her naked little prepubescent body across my adult form until
we were nose-to-nose.  She pressed her mouth to mine and opened her lips,
letting my semen flow between us as our tongues tangled.  I wrapped my arms
around the eight-year-old and kissed her passionately.

   Eventually we both swallowed.  Amanda rolled off to lie on her back next
to me.  I licked her round face clean as she lay with eyes closed, her
breathing deep and slow.  "Are you sleepy, sweetheart?" I said, and she
nodded slightly.  "Well you can take a nap if you like but we don't want to
disappoint all the people upstairs, do we?" I whispered in her ear what I
proposed.  She nodded sleepily again, and I caressed her bare body until
her breathing turned into little snores.  It didn't take long for me to
return to sufficient hardness to demo my plan.

   In the way of young children, Amanda was a very sound sleeper.  It
didn't take me long to find a tube of personal lubricant in a small drawer
at the head of the round bed.  I gently peeled Amanda's labia apart - her
cunt was still rather swollen but her inner lips had returned to their
normal prim appearance, hiding her interior treasure - and squirted a
generous amount of lube into her vagina.  Then I rolled her over and did
the same into her still slightly-gaping asshole.  Then I stood and picked
her up, letting her head loll on my shoulder.  Her arms and legs dangled
limply.  It took a moment to get the angle right.  When I pushed my penis
into the sleeping little girl she sighed but didn't wake.  Holding her
impaled against my chest, I walked carefully from the stateroom and climbed
the steep stairs to the main deck.

   I was greeted with soft applause and some cheers as I reappeared with
the guest of honor.  I did a slow circle so everyone could see that she was
asleep and that I was fucking her.  Holding her tightly I began moving my
pelvis so that I could thrust into the eight-year-old's cunt which, despite
her busy morning, was still beautifully snug around my erection.  With the
audience it didn't take long for me to build again and with a loud sigh I
hugged Amanda tightly against me as I ejaculated up into her.  Again she
sighed deeply but didn't wake.  With my semen dripping out of her, I
selected one of the older men watching us, with an obvious erection in his
ridiculously small swimsuit.  I quickly explained that, though napping,
Amanda was perfectly fine with having her cunt and her asshole used so long
as everyone was gentle enough so as not to disturb her rest.  I handed her
off to the man who held her confidently - I assumed he had children of his
own.  I did him the favor of pulling down the front of his suit, allowing a
very large cock with a bulbous purple head and a decided list to starboard
to spring free.  He did the alignment himself.  The closeup view of that
enormous glans splitting the eight-year-old's labia and stretching her
opening far beyond its normal size, then pressing into her juicy little
clam, was all the reward I needed.

   Amanda slept peacefully for about an hour, during which time her bare
feet never touched the deck.  She was handed off from one person to the
next.  Most of the men took her standing.  They would hold her with her
head resting on a shoulder and her chest pressed against theirs, line up
their cock and then let the sleeping eight-year-old sink down onto the
flesh pole until she was full and the glans butted against her immature
cervix.  Then they would grip her pert little asscheeks in their two hands,
or put their forearm across her butt and wrap their other arm around her
back, and lift her up and down like a human fucksleeve, letting her
magnificently tight child's cunt work its wonder on them until they filled
it up with yet another load of hot semen.  After the first man, those loads
were all the lubrication the next men required.  She was filled to
overflowing and as each new penis slid into her, the previous man's cum
squirted out.  By the end of the hour she had thick trails of cum snaking
down the insides of her thighs to her ankles, and then the length of the
soles of her feet to drip off her big toes.

   Maybe a third of her partners preferred to stuff themselves into her
tender ass.  The angle was a bit difficult but if they hooked her knees
over the insides of their elbows and gripped her under the armpits, her
pelvis was canted forward and up enough to make her asshole a viable
target. By the end of the hour it was gaping wide again, the ring reddened
and swollen and protruding between her cheeks like a tiny volcano caldera,
and surrounded by a sticky, foamy mess that dripped sluggishly from each
buttcheek.

   A fat German was sitting in a chair and bouncing Amanda vigorously on
his prick when she started to wake up.  She raised a hand to rub at her
face but she was being moved so erratically by her latest partner that she
ended up smacking herself in the nose.  She made an annoyed little whine
but then as her eyes opened she took in where she was and what was being
done to her.  She broke into a radiant smile and leaned forward, pressing
her bare chest between the man's wobbling boobs and wrapping her arms as
far around him as she could, which was not very far.  She looked up into
his face and exclaimed "Wheeee!" and then chanted
"Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme" in time with her bouncing.

   The German seemed excited by her suddenly active participation in sex.
His face got red and then he came up off the cushion.  Amanda squealed as
his cock battered against the back of her childishly short channel and then
went "Ooooo!" as she felt hot wetness shooting into her.  In a few seconds
fresh cum began to drip out of her violated cunny and pattered onto the
deck beneath her.

   Now that she was awake she hopped off the German's cock, leaving it
wilting behind her.  She looked around and spotted me sitting on a bench
built in to the bow of the yacht.  She started to run towards me but
winced, clapped one hand against her bright red and gaping cunny, clapped
the other over her gaping and dripping asshole, and waddled at a more
sedate pace.  She came up to me and climbed sideways into my lap.  The
sharp reek of semen and sweat was strong around her.  Her skin was getting
a little pink.  I pressed a thumb against the flesh of her shoulder and
realized that she was starting to burn.  It was past time to reapply
sunscreen.  I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her on the forehead. 
"Hi, Amanda, did you have a good nap?"

   "Uncle Roofie!  Was I fucking in my sleep?"

   "You sure were!  Did you have sexy dreams?"

   "I don't *think* so.  But I think I dreamed my kitty hurt and my butt
hurt, and they do!  My kitty especially." Amanda made a sad face.

   "Well it's time to put some more sunscreen on you and while we do that,
let's see if we can find something to make your private parts feel better."
I set Amanda on her feet, stood up and took her hand and led her astern to
the stairs down.  Her waddle was more pronounced as she tried to find a
stride that would keep her abraded tissues from rubbing together.  Our
progress was slowed because whenever she recognized an adult that had
assaulted her while she was conscious, she stopped to say something to
them: "Your cum tasted yummy!" or "Thanks for teaching me 'reverse
cowgirl'!" or "Sorry that I sneezed into your pussy, your hairs got up my
nose!"

   Eventually we got belowdecks and I found where I had left my beach bag
in the big stateroom.  There were two couples screwing on the big round bed
but they weren't bothered by our entry.  In fact, they asked us to join in.
"No thanks," Amanda told them, "My cunt is pretty sore from all the
fucking. Maybe later...ew!" The last was her reaction to having cum spatter
across her face and chest, because one of the men on the bed had rolled
over as they spoke and, jacking himself furiously, had climaxed and sprayed
on my little eight-year-old niece.  Her reaction was not disgust, though,
just surprise and after the initial startlement she laughed and tilted her
head back, trying to catch the flying semen in her mouth.  By then I had
the sunscreen out.  I squirted a generous amount in my hand and set about
rubbing it into Amanda's soft skin along with the fresh cum that had just
landed on her.  Once she was greased up I found the bottle of baby aspirin
I carried with me and gave Amanda two to chew and swallow.

   She was such a happy little girl.  She had completely gotten over
whatever initial disquiet she had upon learning my depraved intentions for
her vacation.  At age eight she looked like a normal pre-teen with a
slender frame, though she was pudging up a bit over the past few weeks,
maybe getting ready for a growth spurt.  She had little boobies now though
they were just this puppyfat, not breast buds.  Her nipples were still
tiny, just little beads surrounded by dime-size areolae.  Her brown eyes
sparkled in a round face.  Her light brown hair cut in bangs straight
across her forehead and was just past shoulder length.

   We spent so much time naked together that she was completely
unselfconscious about being naked in front of other adults, even strangers.
And now after her easy introduction to sex with virtual strangers she was
utterly relaxed.

   As I had worked the suntan oil into her soft skin I had felt a change in
the steady thrum of the boat's engines.  As we emerged back on deck we saw
that the yacht had pulled into a small cove.  There was a semicircle of
beach maybe 200 feet away and we were parked, or whatever you called it
when a boat did it, in the center of the circle it described.  With the
help of a couple of young men, Gilles was deploying what looked like a
square of floating dock at the foot of one of the ladders over the side.  A
number of large innertubes were then thrown overboard.  Amanda was a good
swimmer but only ever in pools or on a beach where the water was not deep.
I asked Gilles to get a life jacket for her.  She protested some, but I was
firm.  Wear the lifejacket, or stay on board.  I reminded her it was not
that much earlier in the day when she had simply forgotten she couldn't
breathe water.  She was salty about it.  "It's not MY fault you let me eat
the grownup brownies!" and she wasn't wrong but I still insisted, in case
any of the grownup brownie was still lingering in her system after her nap.
Somewhat sulkily, she agreed.

   I climbed down the ladder first and stepped cautiously on the dock.  It
was not terribly stable but I managed to get to the edge and then sit down
in one of the large innertubes that was being held for me.  Shielding my
eyes from the sun, I looked up and waved at Amanda that it was safe to come
down.  She clambered down like a little monkey but then she ran and jumped
right into the water, splashing me thoroughly.  The life jacket did its
job, keeping her bobbing on the surface of the sea.  She grabbed onto the
edge of the tube, saluted, and piped "Permission to come aboard, Captain?"

   "Aboard first, then cum," I thought, but aloud only said "Permission
granted!" That proved to be a little complicated.  As she tried to climb
onto my legs the inner tube wanted to flip over.  I had to lean waaaaaay
back to counterbalance, which gave her not so much to climb on to.  But we
managed.  Eventually she was sitting in my lap, as I lay sprawled in the
tube, with her bare little bottom pressed against an uncomfortably and
somewhat improbably stiff erection in my swim trunks.  Giggling, Amanda
fumbled with the elastic waistband until she was able to extract her prize.
She balanced herself awkwardly on spread legs supporting herself with her
shins pressing down on the inner tube.  After a couple of misses, she got
the alignment right and sank down, groaning sweetly as her uncle's cock
penetrated her thoroughly-ravished cunny yet again.  She smiled impishly at
me and then let herself fall forward so she was lying with our chests
pressed together and her legs still spread out to either side.  By tensing
and relaxing her legs she was able to raise and lower her sloppy-wet cunt
on my erection easily.

   I stroked her hair with one hand and caressed her ass with the other -
the lifejacket covered most of the real estate in between.  "Oh, Amanda,
you have the tightest little cunt," I praised her.  "I bet you fuck better
than any other eight-year-old in the whole world."

   Amanda giggled, and then to my surprise she started feeding my trash
talk right back to me.  "I love your cock, Uncle Roofie, it feels so big
inside my cunt, I can feel it pushing my insides around!" She started
bouncing faster up and down on me, and I did my best to help her, pushing
my pelvis up at her.  She kept one hand on the tube for balance but the
other one went to her crotch and she began flicking her little clit back
and forth and then using her thumb to press it against my shaft as it
plunged in and out of her.  "Ooo, Uncle Roofie," she cooed, "I'm
gonna...I'm gonna...AHHHH!" The eight-year-old froze with her mouth open in
a big "O".  Then her legs started shaking and she wasn't able to hold
herself up any longer.  She melted down against me, rotating her crotch
slowly against mine so my cock continued to piston slowly inside her.

   She lay against me, humming and cooing softly, as some of the semen she
had previously been injected with dripped out of her and onto my swimsuit.
Having had two orgasms myself in recent, rapid succession I was nowhere
near another climax and contented to remain like this - for the rest of our
lives, if possible, though since I was probably going to die first,
seventy-year-old Amanda would probably prefer not to be perched on top of a
rotting corpse and then a skeleton for a couple more decades.  That's the
kind of ridiculous bullshit that floated through my mind as I dozed and
floated on the calm water of the cove in the midst of the other tubers.

   Then I heard someone calling, "Little girl!  Little girl!" in an accent
I couldn't easily identify.  In a nearby inner tube sat a fat man with a
huge sunburned belly and at least three chins, wearing a sun hat and waving
at us.  I poked Amanda in the ribs and when she raised her head, pointed at
the man.  "Little girl, would you like to come ride in my boat?  I have a
big steering tiller you can play with!"

   Amanda looked at me quizzically, not understanding.  "He means his
cock," I explained helpfully.

   "Oh!" she said, brightening.  "Sure!" And with no more than that, she
threw herself off of me and into the water with a big splash.  With the
life jacket keeping her buoyant, she dog-paddled across the twenty feet or
so that separated me from the other man.  I think she was leaving a little
trail of semen behind her in the water, like an oil slick from a leaky
outboard motor.  Because the man was so large it was easy for him to simply
grab Amanda's arm and lift her out of the water without unbalancing
himself. He put her down on her belly atop his, front-to-back, and
immediately grabbed her thighs and pulled her pussy hard up against his
jaw. He opened his mouth and started vigorously tonguing and slurping at
her swollen, cum-soaked little preteen snatch.  Laid atop his stomach like
a beached whale, Amanda couldn't get her mouth anywhere near his erection.
Unlike me, he had gone into the water naked.  But if she stretched her arms
far over her head, she was able to reach it and so she wrapped her little
fingers around it and started jacking it.

   Amanda wriggled and kicked her feet as the man's oral ministrations
began to heat her up again and before long she was shivering in the bright
tropical sunlight as he coaxed another climax from her.  She never stopped
jacking him throughout and in a little while the man groaned into her pussy
and threads of hot cum arced out of him to land on Amanda's face and her
wet, tangled brown hair.  She laughed merrily as she smeared the cum into
an even glaze on her face.

   Other tubers were now clamoring for Amanda's attention.  At her request,
the fat man gratefully tossed her into the sea again.  She floated for a
moment, turning her head to take in all the people calling her name, then
set off paddling towards a tube that had two young teens in it.  They were
also naked.  The girl was already astride the boy.  Her perky breasts
bounced and jiggled as she fucked him while trying to maintain their
balance in the tube.  They were already a little precarious so in trying to
help little Amanda aboard, they all three ended up in the water as the tube
squirted out from under them.  The two surfaced laughing and now were faced
with the task of all three getting onto the tube.  After several failed
attempts they managed it.  The boy sighed as the girl sank down on his cock
again, and then they hoisted Amanda up and placed her gooey crotch right on
the boy's face.  Her legs dangled into the water on either side of him. 
The teen girl leaned forward and she began kissing Amanda, her tongue
darting out to taste the eight-year-old's.  As Amanda's excitement built
she began to bounce up and down on the boy's face, pushing his head into
the tube surface.  She also proved small enough to lean forward and add her
eager mouth to the junction of the two teens, licking alternately at the
boy's shaft and the girl's swollen clitoris.  When the boy eventually came,
grunting and moaning into Amanda's messy quim, the girl raised herself off
him and let Amanda eat his cum from her gaping pussy.

   Amanda paddled from tube to tube, fucking and sucking cock, getting her
baby pussy eaten and occasionally eating pussy herself, but eventually I
could see she was getting tired and the wisdom of making sure she wore that
lifejacket proved out.  When she was finally done it took her a long time
to paddle back to me and, lifejacket or no she was having a hard time
keeping her face out of the water.  Rather than try to get her into the
tube again I just hung on to her as I kicked us back to the little floating
platform at the boat and once I rolled out of the tube onto its surface I
hauled her out of the water.  She had some cum on her face and more in her
hair.  With the help of a crewman I got her back up the ladder onto the
boat.  While the seawater had washed her vulva clean, semen continued to
leak out of her in a steady stream and once she was out of the water again
made little snail-trails down the insides of her thighs.

   While we had been in the water a buffet had been set out on the
foredeck: grilled fish and shellfish on skewers, grilled vegetables, fresh
fruit and lots of little petit fours pastries, beer and wine and cocktails
and soda.  Some of the tubers came aboard to eat, others went down to take
a turn floating in the warm sea themselves.  After divesting Amanda of the
lifejacket so she was naked again, I made up a plate and a weak piÃ+/-a
colada for us to share.  As I hoped, the combination of a full stomach and
a little alcohol soon had her snoring on my shoulder.

   I was getting a little dozy myself so I wandered forward to the futon
where Amanda had begun this little adventure.  It was pretty disgusting,
crusty in big patches with dried semen but damp inside if you put weight on
it.  So I set Amanda in a chair long enough to flip over the futon, then
laid her down on it and settled down next to her.  She snuggled into the
crook of my shoulder and before long I was asleep.

   The next I knew, Robert was shaking my shoulder.  He was kneeling on the
futon next to me.  Amanda had awakened before me and she had extracted his
penis from his skimpy suit and was sucking it noisily.  "We are almost back
at the beach," Robert informed me.  Then he put his hand on the back of
Amanda's head and forced her face into his bush.  Amanda choked noisily,
then swallowed repeatedly and I saw her throat bulge as Robert's cockhead
invaded it.  He controlled her head entirely with his hand, pulling her
back to allow her to draw breath, then forcing his cock back into her
throat and holding it there until she slapped at his thighs and began
struggling for air.  Each time he pulled back she coughed explosively,
spraying drool and mucus into his pubes until they were fairly soaked. 
With a final exclamation, he pulled out entirely with a loud pop and began
ejaculating on my niece's face.  She giggled as the hot cum sprayed onto
her features, closing her eyes and pinching her nostrils shut with one
hand. When Robert was done she used both hands to smear the semen into an
even glaze, then wiped her hands on her belly.  Then she flopped down on
her back on the futon, resting her head on my chest.

   A few minutes later, the yacht pulled into the cove where we had started
the day.  Robert, Gilles and I walked aft to climb down into the launch. 
At the ladder Amanda turned and in her high voice, slightly roughened by
all the semen that had squirted down her throat, she announced "Thank you
for all the fucking, it was great!" which won her a round of applause from
those on the deck near us.  When the launch reached the beach, Gilles gave
Amanda a souvenir - a towel with the boat's name embroidered on it.  Which
was handy because her swimsuit and flipflops were long gone and even in the
permissive French atmosphere, a little girl walking completely naked
through the center of the village was probably a bit much, especially with
dried cum flaking off her face and her crotch and anus red and swollen and
obviously thoroughly fucked.  We draped the towel around Amanda's shoulders
and while it didn't actually cover her abused pussy completely, I hoped it
would provide enough protective coloring that no one would look that
closely at her.

   In the event, it wasn't necessary, because before we had even made it
all the way up the steps from the beach, Amanda was whining that her cunt
hurt.  I could well imagine that her busy day had left her sore and abraded
and walking would aggravate it.  So I lifted her in my arms and carried
her. She was asleep again almost immediately.  Her brown hair smelled of
salt and semen.  The poor thing was exhausted, and this was only the first
full day of our vacation.  She drooled on my shoulder all the way back to
Robert's.  She really needed a shower and a long soak but I didn't try to
wake her, just laid her down in the bed.  We could change the sheets
tomorrow.  After a quick shower for myself, I fixed a snack from the
kitchen and then, the long day on the water taking its toll on me too, I
lay down beside her.

   The next two days were rest days, of necessity.  I was woken to the
sound of Amanda whimpering.  She was on the toilet trying to pee but it
burned her severely-overused cunt so badly that she kept clamping down on
her stream, letting it out in only little dribbles.  Later, after
breakfast, when she had to poop it was much the same story.  Her asshole
screamed at her when it dilated to let her bowels move.  I carried her over
to the main house, naked, of course, and she spent the day on the couch in
Robert's lounge watching cartoons and French children's tv with an icepack
pressed to her swollen and abused little cunny.  We let her have all the
ice cream she wanted.  It was the least we could do after her incredible
performance the day before.  I wouldn't have believed a grown woman could
take that many cocks in a single day, let alone an eight-year-old child.

   By nightfall she had recovered enough to suck some cock - in fact she
was able to get off the couch and kneel before Robert and I and she did her
best to fit two adult cocks at once into her mouth.  Her best was pretty
good, considering she was only eight.  She was able to open wide enough
that we could both fit our cockheads past her lips while her tongue played
around and between us.  "Oh shit, Amanda," I groaned and she stopped
sucking long enough to giggle.  "Uncle Roofie said a bad word!" Then she
sucked us back in and kept us there, drool spilling down her chin, until
with a groan Robert pulled out and jacked himself rapidly, sending a hard
stream of semen splashing off Amanda's cute button nose and painting it
back and forth across her cheeks.  He aimed upwards so the next stream
arced up and plopped down into her messy brown hair, and began to drip down
her forehead.

   The sight of my eight-year-old niece this despoiled sent me over the
top, too, but I put my cum where it belonged, into her mouth, filling it up
until she had to tilt her head back to keep it from overflowing and
spilling out the corners of her mouth.  She looked up at me, stirring the
milky pool of slime with her tongue while wiping Robert's spend out of her
eyes.  Then she closed her mouth and swallowed ostentatiously, opening and
sticking her tongue out to show my load dispensed to her tummy and giving
me a saucy smile.

   When it came time to bid Robert adieu Amanda was still tired and a
little sore.  I'm afraid neither Robert and I could resist plundering her
preteen treasures top and bottom, fore and aft, and the poor child has been
kept awake far past her bedtime nearly every night.  Not that she minded,
my little girl had become every bit as horny - and every bit as eager to
satisfy her horniness - as we adults.  She had always been an eager partner
with me, ever since the very first time I had offered to "drink her pee",
using the excuse of that pretend to cover her baby-smooth five-year-old
vulva with my mouth, moving my lips over it and gently digging my tongue
into her slit.  But in just the last week her sexual appetite has expanded
to match the dozens of partners, nearly all strangers, who had shared her
childish intimacy.  How much of that was due to something unique to her
personality and how much to my molesting her starting when she was 5 and
graduating to full vaginal penetration just weeks ago, I couldn't say.  But
she was perfectly happy to be hopping from Robert's dick to mine, or
sandwiched between us with one of us in her pussy and the other stretching
her tight little asshole, or spitroasted, or trying every different
combination in turn, for half the night, and then sleeping past noon.

   The little nymph would roll out of bed looking pretty shattered, cum
dried in her hair, on her face, crusting the sheet where it had leaked out
of her pussy and her ass.  But a shower, a croissant and a cup of cafe au
lait brought her around.  She always came to the table naked to have her
breakfast and before long she'd be giggling, pushing her toes into Robert's
crotch or mine, trying to pinch our nipples as a way to get us to maul her
little pips and before long we'd have started all over again, Robert
fucking her on his kitchen table as I did the dishes or vice versa.

   We taught her how to play strip poker.  Robert proved to have quite a
collection of sex toys and showed them to my niece.  She spent one
afternoon jingling around the apartment with belled clips on her tiny
nipples, a fluffy tail attached to a buttplug firmly seated in her rectum,
and a capsule vibrator stuffing her tender vag.

   When the time came Robert walked us back to the bus stop in the center
of the village.  We waved to him through the dusty window of what I think
was the same rattletrap bus that had brought us there.  But before long we
were on a TGV heading, not back to Paris, but along the Mediterranean
coast. Amanda slept through the border crossing into Spain and didn't wake
until the rhythm of the train changed as we began to slow approaching
Barcelona.  I had her go to the bathroom to wash her face and comb her hair
and she was alert and bright-eyed as I took her warm little hand in mine
and descended the train.

   I looked anxiously around the station.  I had never spoken to the
Montezes, just exchanged letters and photographs.  We had set the date to
meet and I had sent a telegram the day before yesterday once I had
consulted the train timetable letting them know when we expected to arrive.
I didn't spot them until I heard a high voice piping "¡Mira!  ¡Es
Amanda!" I looked towards the voice and my eye caught on a chubby blond
girl of eleven waving her arm frantically - Olivia.  I recognized her and
her siblings even with their clothes on.  Her little brother Jorge was
eight, and Zoe, the baby, was just four.  Zoe was riding on the hip of a
beaming woman - that was her mommy, Lucia, and next to her, smiling just as
widely was the paterfamilias, Martin.
   To be continued...