From ???@??? Fri Oct 06 23:43:08 1995
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.incest
Subject: kidcest5.txt mf yng teen family sex ch17
From: que?
Date: Sat, 07 Oct 1995 03:43:08 GMT

17.  Liz's Stories
 
Liz blushed a little but said she had been pretty dumb about sex until a
couple of years ago.
 
In fact, until she was about seven, she didn't even realize that men and
women were built differently.  She didn't have any brothers and had never
seen her father naked.  When she was in the second grade, she saw a man's
dick for the first time, over in the park.  Naturally, I remembered the
story of Cindy's experience at the park and wondered if Liz had run into
the same guy.  But it turns out that the park behind her house was a hotbed
of sexual activity, if only you were willing to look behind all the bushes.
 
Seven-year-old Liz had her first encounter over by the baseball diamond.
She told us she used to go over to the ball field all the time, not because
she liked softball, but because there were lots of families there and she
felt safe.
 
On the fateful day of her first penis-sighting, she was playing with her
dolls near the ball field when a man stepped into the woods near her to
pee.  He hadn't seen her, so he stepped up to a tree only a few yards from
her and pulled out his dick.  Liz said she could see that he had a long
tube coming out of the front of his pants.  She was fascinated, and wanted
to get closer to see better.  But the man finished his piss and tucked
himself back in before she could even stand up.
 
With her curiosity stirred up, Liz began to hang around in the woods behind
the ball field, waiting for a man to go into the woods to pee.  Then, she'd
stroll by and try to see what he was holding.  She said most men were
embarrassed and turned their backs, but a few must have figured she was
just a little kid and kept on peeing, so she could see them pretty good.
But the more she saw, the more she wanted to see.  She also said she was a
little confused, because some were long and skinny, some were short and
fat, some had skin all over the end and some didn't.  She said she also saw
a couple of little boys peeing, but she could barely see their little
hoses.  And some girls and women also stepped into the woods to pee, but
she really didn't care about watching them, and couldn't see much anyway.
 
In all her sneaking around in the woods, Liz said she saw plenty of other
things, like couples smooching and drunks sleeping it off.  One day she saw
a man and a woman screwing, but they were under a blanket, so Liz couldn't
really see anything.
 
The real beginning of her sex education began one day when a man who was
watching the game stopped near her play-place, apparently to relieve
himself.  Liz assumed that, like many of the fathers, he had brought his
child along.  Liz said she didn't think it was unusual at first, except
that this man's child -- a girl of about twelve -- was a little older than
most who accompanied their dads.  As soon as they stopped behind a tree,
Liz hopped up and strolled over casually, hoping to get a look.
 
When she got near, she stopped in disappointment.  Instead of peeing
himself, the man was pulling his daughter's underpants down.  Liz started
to walk away, because she didn't really care about seeing some girl pee.
But then the man moved to one side and Liz could see that his dick was
already sticking out of his pants.  She said she nearly shouted with
surprise when the girl reached out and grabbed the man's dick!
 
While Liz watched from behind a bush, the man put his finger on the girl's
pussy and the girl jerked the man off.  Liz said she was surprised to see
white stuff come out of the end of his prick.  She said she was more
confused than ever, but couldn't imagine who she could ask about what she
had seen.
 
A few weeks later, Liz saw the same man again.  He was standing near the
backstop and sort of watching the game, but he was also looking up in the
stands at the crowd.  After a few minutes, Liz realized he was looking up
the dress of a young girl who was sitting near the top of the bleachers.
After about ten minutes, Liz saw the man head toward the woods.  Again, Liz
hopped up and headed in his direction.  When she got into the section of
woods where he had gone, she was disappointed, because she couldn't see him
anywhere.  When she cut through the woods to go back to where her dolls
were, she found him.
 
As she pushed through some low bushes, a motion in the corner of her eye
made her look that way.  The man must have heard her at the same time,
because he stopped jacking off to look over at her.  Liz said she just
stood there for a long time, looking back and forth from his dick to his
eyes.  Finally, the man smiled at her and waved her over, still holding his
hard cock with one hand.
 
Liz said she was scared, but she was also curious.  This was her chance to
see a man's prick up close.  She also remembered that this was the man who
had white stuff squirt out of his thing, and she wanted to ask about that.
So she walked over near where he was standing and asked, "Mister, why does
white stuff squirt out of the end of your thing when you pee?"
 
The man asked her how she knew it did, and she told him she had seen his
daughter helping him pee one day.  The man smiled and told her that's what
happens when a pretty little girl helps out.  Then he asked her if she
wanted to help him and see it happen from close up.
 
Of course that was exactly what Liz wanted, but she was also a little
afraid.  She asked the man to promise not to tell her mother and, of
course, the man promised immediately.
 
Still a little nervous, Liz stepped over and looked at the straining cock
the man was holding.  At his urging, Liz replaced his hand with both of
hers.  The man showed her how to move the loose skin back and forth,
covering and uncovering the purple end.
 
As she told us this story, Liz was getting hot, staring at my pulsing prick
and dipping two fingers into her dripping snatch.  I could see that Carrie
was also pinching her pussy lips.  Only Amber was not playing with herself,
but was listening to her sister's tale like it was a bedtime story.
 
The man then told Liz he needed to touch her "sweet little pussy" to be
able to squirt his stuff.  Liz knew what he meant, because he had touched
the other little girl between the legs.  But she didn't want to let go of
his dick.  Finally, the man said he wasn't going to be able to do it unless
she took her pants off.  Reluctantly, Liz released his peter and pulled her
shorts and underpants down to her knees.  She grabbed his dick again and
resumed pumping like he had shown her.
 
She said the man reached down and rubbed her pussy a little.  She didn't
feel anything in particular when he did that, but it apparently did him a
lot of good.  Liz said his prick got harder and started to jump around in
her hand.  The man told her to do it faster.  Even though her arms were
getting tired, Liz sped up her movements.
 
In a few moments, the man abandoned his exploration of Liz's hairless twat
and stood rigid while he looked down at this seven-year-old jerking him
off.  Liz said his cock gave one last jump and started pumping out wave
after wave of thick white stuff.  She said she could feel the pumping
through her hands.
 
Liz said that after the stuff had stopped coming out, she dropped his prick
and pulled up her pants.  The man was standing there smiling at her with
his dick hanging out of his pants and getting smaller and smaller.  Liz
said she just thanked him and walked back to play with her dolls.
 
Lately, Liz said, she had done that to a few boys at school.  And then she
said that Amber could tell us about "Ms. Bell."
 

18.  Amber's Story
 
Amber sat back on the couch like she was glad to be the center of
attention.  I decided I liked the way she looked, with her chubby little-
girl's body and her glowing smile.
 
She told us that Ms. Bell was the housekeeper who came to work in their
house about two years ago.  She was a college girl who went to school at
night and worked for Amber and Liz's mom during the day.  She cleaned the
house, did the laundry, took care of Amber and Liz after school, and fixed
snacks for them.
 
Anyway, Amber told us that, right from the first, Ms. Bell liked to play
with the girls' pussies.  Whenever they were alone in the house, Ms. Bell
would have one or both of the girls take off their pants and lie back on
the bed with their legs spread.  She would rub them and kiss them there,
while she rubbed her hand between her own legs.
 
"We knew it wasn't really right for her to be doing that, but it felt real
good," Amber said, "so we didn't want to tell on her."
 
Amber said Ms. Bell also showed them her own hairy pussy and her big tits.
She would sometime have one of the girls suck her nipples while the other
one pushed a broom-handle up her cunt.  Amber said the housekeeper had real
dark hair and nipples that were so dark they were almost purple.  Amber
said she liked to make Ms. Bell's nipples stand up so they were almost like
dark little pricks.
 
The housekeeper explained to the girls about cumming and told them it was
the greatest feeling in the world.  She also told them that they would grow
up faster if they had lots of sex with other girls.  She told them a lot of
bad stuff about boys, but Liz and Amber didn't understand it.
 
As time went on, Liz began to get her orgasms and she asked the housekeeper
to suck her little quim all the time.  When Ms. Bell wasn't around, Liz got
Amber to lick her pussy and make her cum.  Liz wanted Amber to feel it too.
She showed Amber the place to rub, and got Ms. Bell to spend extra time
licking Amber's six-year-old pussy.  After about a year, Amber began to get
her jollies too.
 
Just before she left, Ms. Bell started sticking her finger in Liz's pussy,
and after Ms. Bell left, Amber had been putting all kinds of things in her
sister's cunt while she licked her sister's clit.
 
Since the housekeeper left, Liz had introduced several of her girlfriends
to cunt-licking in "sleep-over" parties.  Amber said she liked to lick
other girls, but not the ones with hair, because it always got in her mouth
and she had to spit it out.
 
As she finished her little tale, Amber's hands descended to her lap, where
one hand parted the fat, hairless lips and the other resumed its circular
massage at the top of her crack.
 
"Now," she said, "I want to see you put your thing into Lizzie's hole."
 
Under the stimulation of these sexy stories and the sight of the three
young cunts, my prong had returned to quivering rigidity.
 
Liz was apparently anxious to please her sister, because she hopped right
up from the couch and squatted down over my knees.  I scooted forward to
put my hips at the edge of the chair and Liz lowered herself so my cock
slipped slowly into her hot hole.  As she moved up and down and my dick
slid in and out, I grabbed her boobs and flipped her nipples with my
thumbs.  Looking over to the couch, I could see that Carrie was going after
Amber's little cunt again, that Amber was quivering all over with Carrie's
cunt-licking, and that Carrie had her middle finger buried in her own
narrow pussy.
 
As Liz speeded up her pumping tempo, she began to shake all over.  I
moistened my fingers and started twisting and pulling her orange-red
nipples.  As I worked on them, each engorged nipple protruded more and more
stiffly from the hemispheres of her hard breasts.
 
To my surprise, Liz bent down to kiss me, putting her tongue deep in my
throat.  Although I thought of kissing as something you did with your
girlfriend and fucking as something you did with anybody, the feel of her
tongue in my mouth added to my pleasure.  I reached around behind Liz to
rub a finger around her butthole.  As I felt my climax approach, I slipped
my fingertip inside her asshole.  As Liz pumped even harder, I filled her
gash with what felt like gallons of jism, as she apparently got her jollies
at the same time.  Liz collapsed on me with shudders of pleasure quaking
through her entire body.
 
As my slimy dick softened and dropped out of Liz's sopping hole, I glanced
over at the two little girls on the couch.  Eight-year-old Amber was lying
back against the cushions with an after-come smile on her face and the
sheen of saliva all over the bright red furrow between her splayed thighs.
Insatiable Carrie had her back to me as she doubled over and pounded two
fingers into her cunt as she finished her own jack-off session.  Liz stood
up and reached for the towel to dry me again.
 
By now, I was pretty tired and I also noticed the time on my watch.
Because my parents were due home in less than an hour, I said goodbye to
these three sexy girls, jumped out the window, snuck back through the park
and home.


19.  Babysitting
 
After all that excitement and sexual activity over such a short period of
time, nothing much happened for the next couple of weeks.  My sex life was
reduced once again to jerking off in the shower.  But I did that a lot,
because at least I now had some new fantasies -- re-living my recent sexual
adventures.
 
One afternoon, I did manage a quickie fuck with my sister Susan in her room
when we both got home from school early and Mom was running an errand.  I
didn't have to talk her into it, either.  As soon as I suggested we "fool
around," she pulled my cock out of my pants and started licking it and
sucking on it.  I pulled up her shirt and pinched her nipples like I knew
she enjoyed.  As the feel of her warm wet mouth made my balls stir and my
dick throb, I groped under her skirt to mash her underpants into the slot
of her crotch until she was sopping wet.  In just a few minutes, Susan
flopped back on the rug, yanking up her skirt, pulling her panties off and
spreading her legs wide in welcome.  Of course, I immediately crammed my
peter in her hole, since neither one of us seemed to be in the mood for
much foreplay.  She was going crazy, thrashing her head around and grabbing
at my butt.  It sure felt better than jerking off!  It was only a few
seconds until I was squirting my goo up into her slimy gash.
 
But it was hard for both of us to get away from the house together without
arousing my folks' suspicions.  My friend Tim's mom had gotten mad at them
over something and had banned all "overnights," so Susan and I couldn't go
over there and mess around with Tim and his sister Cindy.
 
Cindy handed me a pair of her underpants one day after school, saying, "I
know you'll take good care of these."  And Carrie grinned at me every time
she saw me at school.  Of course, I didn't see Liz and Amber, because they
went to another school.
 
But I still saw Tim every day.  He was more than a little pissed that I
hadn't included him in the get-together with Liz and Amber, but we talked
endlessly about our incredible weekend of sister-fucking.  Once, we got so
worked up that we went into the bathroom at my house and jacked off
together, squirting our stuff almost at the same time.
 
Then, one Friday night about three weeks later, Susan got a babysitting job
with the Andersons and Mom and Dad went out for the evening, leaving me at
home.  As soon as I was alone, I stripped down and pulled a porn mag from
under my mattress.  Settling down with a box of kleenex and a coke, I was
ready to work myself up to a huge orgasm or two, then go watch the Friday
Night Movie on cable.
 
As I settled back and turned the pages, I realized that pictures weren't as
good as a real, live girl, even if the live girl was too young to boast the
huge breasts and hairy cunts of the models in the magazine.  I had just
gotten my cock in a respectable state of readiness and was starting to
stroke, when the phone rang.
 
It was Susan calling.  She said she was just putting the two Anderson kids
to bed and wanted me to come right over.  She said she had gotten so hot
that she needed me to poke my pole into her hot pussy.  Yanking up my
underwear, I said I'd be right there, but Susan said I should wait about a
half hour, so the kids could get to sleep.
 
I tried to wait, putting away the magazine and finishing my coke down-
stairs.  But the thought of my little sister's wet cunt was giving me a
real bad hard-on.  So I hopped on my bike and pedaled over to the Anderson
house, about a half-mile from ours.
 
Although it was 10 minutes shy of a half hour since Susan had called me, I
knocked quietly on the side door.  In a few seconds, Susan let me in, but
told me to go wait in the den while she made sure the two kids were asleep.
The Andersons had a real nice house.  Their den was full of black leather
furniture, and I sat down nervously while I waited for Susan.
 
Susan came back a few seconds later, saying that it looked like both were
asleep, but she couldn't be sure.  Then she told me what made her so hot.
 
"Mr. and Mrs. Anderson told me to give Lorrie and Jimmie baths and put them
to bed as soon as they left.  I've never had to get these kids ready for
bed, because every other time they were already in their pajamas when I got
here.  But it was no big deal, since I've bathed lots of little kids.
 
"And, besides, Lorrie is about six and Jimmie's eight, so I thought they
could bathe themselves.  I told them to go take their baths and get in
their pajamas and I'd read them a story before bedtime.  I grabbed a People
magazine and a coke and settled down in here to pass the time until they
were ready.  A few minutes later, I heard a lot of splashing and giggling
in the bathroom, so I put down the magazine to make sure they weren't
making a mess."
 
"When I got to the bathroom, the door was open and I was shocked at what I
saw.  Little six-year-old Lorrie was sitting in the tub and Jimmie was
standing naked beside it.  But what stunned me was that Jimmie had a boner
and Lorrie was rubbing it!  I didn't know what to do, so I just stopped
there in the door for a second and watched."
 
"Jimmie's prick is about four inches long and real thin.  The head of his
dick was about the same size as the shaft and it was sticking almost
straight up against his belly.  Lorrie was laughing out loud and seemed to
be having great fun running her soapy fist up and down the shaft.  Jimmy's
whole peter was reddish and he was grinning down at Lorrie as she jacked
it.  All of a sudden, his hairless little stick looked so good to me I
could feel my pussy begin to get wet and itchy.  I wished I was Lorrie, so
I could feel how hot and hard his little-boy hard-on really was."
 
"Because I was supposedly in charge, I decided I had better do something,
so I kind of bustled into the bathroom like I hadn't seen anything.  I told
Jimmie to go put on his pajamas and Lorrie to finish up, dry herself off
and get into her pajamas.  But Jimmie turned around, gave me a great big
smile, and asked me to 'tickle his dickie' before he went to bed.  His
little red prick was sticking straight up toward me and kind of twitching."
 
Susan was talking faster and faster as she told me this story.
 
She continued, "I couldn't believe he was just asking me out loud to touch
his cock!  Even though I was dying to feel it, I told Jimmie I couldn't and
shooed him out of the bathroom.  When I turned back to Lorrie, she had kind
of scooted down in the tub with her legs really wide apart.  She was
holding her pussy lips open and was rubbing her hand back and forth real
fast all up and down her slot.  Before I told her to stop, I looked real
close at the reddish inside of her pussy.
 
"Of course, I decided right then and there that these were some over-sexed
little kids, and I had better get them in bed before they got me into
trouble.  I told Lorrie she had enough of her bath and that she should get
out and get dried off and into her pajamas if she wanted to hear a bedtime
story.  She hopped out of the tub, so I went in to make sure Jimmie was
getting ready for bed."
 
"When I got into Jimmie's room, I got another shock.  He was lying there
naked on his bed, with his knees pulled way back toward his shoulders.
With one hand, he was pumping up and down on his little cock and, with the
other hand, he was finger-fucking his butthole."
 
"I told him to stop that, but he just kept on.  When I walked over, I could
see his eyes were shut tight and his face was all red.  And I found I
couldn't take my eyes off his meat-beating act.  His little pole was even
redder and his hand was moving up and down real fast.  While I looked, he
took his finger out of his bottom and put his legs out straight on the bed.
His whole body kind of shook and he pulled down hard on the skin around his
dick so I could see this incredibly skinny peter-stick real clear.  I could
also see a drop of clear stuff kinda drool out of the end.  He had managed
to cum, at only eight years old!  I could feel my pants getting wet and I
wanted to lick the stuff right off the end of his dick, but I just knew I
shouldn't do that."
 
"So I told him he shouldn't be doing that kind of stuff, especially in
front of me, but he just sat up breathing real hard and asked me to show
him my 'pussywillow,' since he'd shown me his 'dickie.'  Of course, I
wanted to do just that.  I wanted to get him to lick me until I got my cum.
But I said no and told him to put on his pajamas and get into bed.  He
looked pouty and sad, but went over and started putting on his pajamas.
After that, nothing more happened.  A few minutes later, Lorrie came in
wearing her pj's and I read them a story.  Finally, Lorrie went back in her
room to sleep and I called you."
 
As she finished this amazing story, Susan looked up at me hungrily and
said, "I think they're both asleep now.  And I want to see a bigger cock
that can squirt some real thick jism."
 
Well, her story had gotten me pretty worked up, too.  I stood in front of
her and pulled her sweater up.  Just as I thought, her nipples were
standing up like two pink towers.  As I reached down to tickle her nipples,
Susan ran her hands over the front of my pants and grabbed my dick through
the fabric.
 
With the warm-up I had gotten in bed earlier and the sexy story Susan had
been telling me, this was almost too much for me to stand.  So I skinned
out of my pants and underpants and stepped back in front of Susan.  While I
was undressing, Susan had also been busy.  She had her sweater off and was
sitting there spread-legged, with her panties around her ankles and her
skirt scrunched up around her waist.  I could see that her cunt was wet,
because the lips were shiny and the red streak between them was gleaming.
Susan reached for my peter and pulled me to her.
 
With both hands on my shaft, she rubbed my cockhead all over her face.
That felt great, and I reached down to tweak her swollen nipples.  I was
just about to kneel down and slide my throbbing cock into her soppy little
hole when I happened to look up.
 
There, standing in the door of the den, was a little blonde girl in
pajamas!  Naturally, I pulled back from Susan and tried to cover my bobbing
cock.  Susan looked up at me to see what was wrong.  I must have looked
alarming, because she looked over her shoulder like she was expecting
Freddy Kruger.
 
Pulling down her skirt and covering up her tits, Susan said, "What are you
doing out of bed, Lorrie?"
 
I realized then that this little girl probably didn't even know Susan had
her sweater off, because her big blue eyes were glued on my dick.  As I
tried to get back into my underwear, my cock was flopping all around and
getting softer by the second.  But the little girl answered Susan by
saying, "It's OK, mommy and daddy let us watch.  They say it's just natural
stuff.  See, Mommy even taught me to rub my button while I watch."
 
I noticed then that little Lorrie had one hand down the front of her
pajamas.  With the other hand, she pulled down her pajama pants, showing us
her finger moving in a circular motion at the top of her hairless little
slit.  My cock reversed field and began to get stiff again at this sexy
sight, which was so much like my old fantasy about Tim's sister, Cindy.
 
But my own sister was having none of it.  Pulling her sweater on and
smoothing down her skirt, Susan told the child that she was the babysitter
and Lorrie had to do what she said.  But little Lorrie had a few tricks of
her own.  She froze us both when she said, "I'll tell Mommy what you were
doing unless you let me watch."  She was pretty sure of herself, I guess,
because she continued, "And I want to feel his dickie."
 
Susan was still unconvinced, but my cock was hard again and I was up for
adventure.  I told Susan to make Lorrie promise not to tell anybody and
we'd let her watch.  Susan asked if that was a deal and Lorrie promised.
Then she came right across the den and reached for my prick, which was
straining to get back out of my underpants.
 
Little Lorrie's blonde head only came up to about my belly button, so my
bouncing crotch was at about the level of her wide blue eyes.  With child-
like directness, she pulled down the waistband of my underpants and my
erecting peter popped out and nearly slapped the little girl on the cheek.
She put her other hand around my shaft and squeezed it.  Then, just like it
was something she did every day, she began to move the skin gently up and
down, covering and uncovering my shiny dickhead in a jackoff motion.  As
she rubbed my cock, the six-year-old started to babble.
 
"My daddy won't let me play with his dickie when Mommy is around.  But he
always shows it to me when we're alone.  He says it's our little secret.
He rubs my 'pussywillow' and lets me move his dickie's skin around like
this.  When we finish, he likes to squirt his stuff on my bottom.  And I
know another secret.  Mommy plays with Jimmy's dickie.  I like to play with
Jimmie's dickie best of all because it's so little.  I can even suck it
like Mommy does.  Jimmie's dickie won't go in my hole yet, but he puts it
in my bottom sometimes."
 
My head was reeling with these family secrets, but then I reflected that
this was not really all that different from what Sue and I and Tim and
Cindy had been doing.  And speaking of Susan, I noticed she was enviously
watching Lorrie massage my dick and her hand was once again moving rapidly
under her skirt.
 
I decided that I wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to deal with
yet another willing female, so I asked Lorrie to take off her pajama pants
so I could see her "pussywillow."  Letting go of my prick reluctantly, the
little girl quickly lowered her pajama bottoms, as I stepped out of my
underwear.  I could see that her hairless little slot was flushed pink from
her masturbation.  Lorrie started to return to her post in front of me, but
I asked her to go sit on the couch so I could see.
 
When Lorrie sat down, I knelt in front of her.  She grinned down at me
nervously as I parted her fat little legs to reveal the immature pussy
between them.  Susan leaned over to look, too.  Of course, Lorrie's six-
year-old slit wasn't as developed as others I had seen, but, as the
familiar pink line opened between her reddened bald lips to show the pinker
insides, I could see her tiny red clitoris sticking out like a little
peter.
 
Immediately, I lowered my mouth to fasten on this tastey-looking morsel.  I
snaked my tongue up between her naked pussy lips, moving it between the
smooth hills and along the warm valley.  When I reached the top of her
slit, I swirled my wet tongue around the little projection.
 
Lorrie said, "Gosh, that feels neat!" and she opened her legs wider.  As I
continued to tongue-lash her naked little cunt, I felt Susan's hand close
on my straining dick.  I pulled my face out of Lorrie's crotch and began
manipulating her slick inner lips with my fingers.  Lorrie was staring
between her own legs to see what I was doing.  I looked down to see Susan
swiveling around on the floor to get her mouth on my cock.
 
Lorrie lay back on the couch, holding her legs wide to give me unimpeded
access to her pre-school pussy.  As I gazed with fascination at the lewd
sight and trailed my fingers up and down the little girl's slit, my
sister's lips fastened on my cockhead and she started to suck.  And Susan
wasn't just sucking the end of my cock, but was letting about three inches
slide in and out of her mouth.  The hot wetness and her swirling tongue
felt just super!
 
Suddenly, I wanted to "do it all."  My mind buzzed with the possibilities.
I wanted to watch Lorrie push something into her own little cunt-hole.  I
wanted to squirt my stuff down Susan's throat.  I wanted to ream Susan's
cunt.  I wanted to see Lorrie piss.  I wanted to go wake up Jimmie and
watch him butt-fuck his sister.  But in the middle of my reverie, Susan
surprised me by doing something I hadn't yet imagined.
 
Spitting out my cock and pushing me out of the way, she said, "Put it in my
bottom," as she knelt in front of Lorrie's splayed thighs.  Her dark head
descended into Lorrie's crotch and she started to eat Lorrie's pussy, while
flipping up the back of her own skirt to show me her hand hard at work on
her own hairless pussy lips.  Between her spread legs, Susan's hand rubbed
at her clit, dipped two fingers into her wet hole and then reached farther
back to smear some girl-juice on the tantalizing asshole target she
presented to me.
 
This new idea sounded great to me, so I moved forward to slide my cock deep
into Susan's cunt for lubrication and then position my dick right at the
rear entrance.  Pushing forward gently, I again felt my cockhead pop past
the ring of my sister's asshole.  Putting my hands on her waist, I began to
slide my pole slowly in.  As I looked up, I saw that Susan was apparently
making little Lorrie feel great and maybe even making her cum, because the
pre-schooler's blonde hair was tossing back and forth on the black leather
couch, as my sister munched away.
 
On the bottom of my dick, I could feel the commotion Susan was causing with
the two fingers inside her cunt.  Her fingers were touching my cock through
her pussy-walls as my stiff pole slowly sank into her backside.  I was only
about an inch inside when Susan began to orgasm.  The resulting pulsations
in her insides made me cum immediately.  As my cock squirted sperm, my
excitement and Susan's spasms pushed me deeper into her now-lubricated
bottom.  Before I finally pulled it out, I was buried about three inches in
my sister's shitter.
 
As I sat back on my heels in exhaustion, I could see that Susan was still
hot to trot.  She quickly moved up on the couch and straddled Lorrie's
face.  "Lick me like I was licking you," she said hoarsely.  Once again, I
envied my sister's ability to cum several times in a row.
 
From where I sat, I could see Lorrie's little tongue stick out tentatively
to touch Susan's pussy.  This was all the more exciting because I was
looking at this scene through Lorrie's spread thighs.  Moving closer, I
resumed stroking the six-year-old's saliva-wet pussy-lips while I watched
her suck my sister.
 
My sperm was dribbling out of Susan's asshole as Lorrie responded to my
caresses with vigorous tongue action on my sister's clit.  As Susan got her
cookies again, she ground her gaping slit into the little girl's face.  I
stroked Lorrie's tiny erect clit and watched in fascination as her hairless
little cunt began to flutter with the spasms of her own second orgasm.
 
My cock was getting a little bit hard again, but I thought I had better get
back home, in case Mom and Dad came back early.  Leaving Susan to put
Lorrie back to bed, I hurried into my pants and biked back home.
 
When Mom and Dad got home, they looked in my room, but I pretended to be
asleep.  I stayed awake until Susan got home and snuck into her room.  Her
eyes got wide as I came in, but I told her I wasn't looking for sex.
 
"I'm worried that Lorrie will tell her parents what she saw," I whispered.
 
But Susan calmed me down when she reminded me, "No, I don't think so.  I
talked to her some more after you left and she knows about keeping secrets.
And besides, she told us something about her parents, too, so we really
don't have to worry about anything.  Now get out of here, before Mom or Dad
hear us talking."
 
As I thought about it, I decided Susan was probably right.  I drifted off
to sleep with confused thoughts of hairless little pussies and great big
breasts.
 

20.  The Gardener's Performance
 
Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then.  The
garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up
and bend over a bicycle.  While I porked her from the rear, we could both
keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught.
Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their
mom got bombed and fell dead asleep.  I envied them the time to really
screw around.  Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum
because we were so worried about getting caught.
 
Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie
Scout meeting, and told me about it later.  We were whispering in the
bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit.  I
pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking
about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.
 
During this period, my thoughts kept returning to Liz and her growing
titties.  Because she didn't go to our school, I couldn't figure out how I
was going to arrange another get-together.  I even walked by her house a
couple of times, but couldn't figure out how I would walk up to the door
and ask to talk to her.  After all, she was only eleven years old.
 
Then one day I saw her at the shopping center.  I would have noticed her
anyway, even if I hadn't met her, because she was walking along real fast
and her little braless breasts were jiggling under a thin tee shirt.  I ran
to catch up with her and pulled her into a corner to chat.
 
"Oh, hi, Steve!" she said, and seemed genuinely pleased to see me.  When I
asked her point-blank about getting together and "doing some stuff," she
blushed a little bit, but said she would love to.  After a little thought,
she told me I should go over to their playhouse about four o'clock and she
and Amber would put on a "little show" for me.  I had almost forgotten
about her little sister.  She wouldn't tell me what she meant by a "show."
Anyway, I agreed and hurried home to get my homework done so I could go
"play basketball" before dinner.
 
At ten minutes of four, I was hanging around the park near the back fence
of Liz's yard.  Soon, I saw Amber in their playhouse, waving me over.  When
I got over the fence, Amber said I had to hurry up because Liz would be
coming to the playhouse real soon.
 
When Amber and I got in the playhouse, the little eight-year-old dragged me
back to a corner, behind a large puppet theater.  She giggled as she
whispered that Liz was going to bring in their gardener and put on a show
for us.  I was going to ask what kind of show, but Amber took charge,
saying that we only had about a minute to "get ready."
 
She showed me what kind of "readiness" she had in mind, as she lifted her
skirt to pull down her underpants.  When I reached to caress her hairless
little pussy, she slapped away my hands and started helping me take off my
jeans.  I was just kneeling down to put my half-hard prick in her hand when
we heard the door to the playhouse open.
 
"Well, come on in," we heard Liz say.  Looking toward the door, I realized
the puppet theatre was covered in some kind of dark cloth, so you could see
right out into the room, especially when Liz turned on a lamp beside the
couch.  As we watched, an old man walked in and sat down on the couch.  He
must have been over forty years old, because he had some white in his hair.
 
Liz twirled around in front of him so that her skirt swirled away from her
legs.  She was wearing a funny outfit, which made her look like a real
little girl -- some kind of dress with a short skirt and tennis shoes with
pink socks rolled down into anklets.  From where I was sitting, I could see
her underpants, which were plain pink cotton, unlike the "grown-up"
underwear she was wearing the last time I had been in the playhouse.
 
Liz was talking up a blue streak as she turned in lazy circles on the rug
in front of this strange man.  "Mr. Darnes, it's really great that you come
by every day and take care of our yard and stuff.  And it's even more great
that you like little girls so much and like to see them dance.  Can you see
how I'm dancing for you?  Do you like what you see?  Is there any special
dance you'd like me to do?"
 
The man just looked at her with a stupid smile on his face.  He didn't say
anything, but just nodded or shook his head in response to Liz's questions.
When she asked if there was a "special dance" he'd like to see, he nodded
his head but didn't name it.
 
But Liz seemed to know, because she continued, "You like to see little
girls do dances that show you their underpants, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes
nodded his head vigorously.
 
"Well I'm not sure I should do that," said Liz, in a teasing way.  "People
might find out about it and I could get in trouble.  Will you tell anybody
that an eleven-year-old girl let you see her panties?"  The gardener shook
his head solemnly.
 
"Well OK then," Liz said.  "Here's a dance to show you what you like to
see."  With that, she started a slow stroll around the floor, twitching her
skirts back and forth, higher and higher.  As I watched this strange scene,
I had almost forgotten about Amber.  But she reminded me as she silently
began to rub my half-limp cock into erectness.  Looking over at her, I saw
that she wasn't even looking at my peter, but was staring intently at her
sister and the old man on the couch.
 
When I looked back into the room, I saw that Liz now had her skirts up
around her waist as she walked around the room.  She had given up any
pretense of dancing and was just showing off her almost-shapely legs and
pink cotton underpants to the gardener.  Stopping just in front of him, she
squatted down with spread thighs to show him the crotch of her panties.
And she started to talk again.
 
"Well, you sure are staring at my secret place.  You know you have to show
me your nasty old dick if you want to see my secret place.  You have to
beat your meat if you want to see my pee-pee hole.  You have to show me
your old dick and make it hard and jack it off while I watch."
 
The gardener seemed unsurprised at the language coming out of Liz's mouth.
He just nodded again and started unfastening his pants.  Without a word, he
stood up and lowered his trousers and undershorts to his knees, sitting
back down while his huge cock swung nearly to his knees!  I was astounded
at the length and thickness of this old man's peter.  I wondered if he had
ever found anyone he could fuck with that tree limb.  Amber's little hand
grasped my ordinary-sized prick and began to stroke it as the gardener
waved his hardening cock back and forth in front of eleven-year-old Liz's
eyes.
 
But Liz just kept talking.  "Well, you sure are showing me your big old
dick.  And you're flopping it up and down right in front of me.  How many
little girls have you shown that nasty thing?  Do you think about little
girls when you rub it up and down like that?  Now I suppose you think I'm
going to show you my secret place, but I'm not.  You just sit there and rub
your nasty old prick while I watch.  I'll rub my secret place for you."
And she dropped her skirt and put her hand under it and began to rummage
around.
 
Mr. Darnes now had both hands on his straining cock.  One hand jerked up
and down while the other roamed over a cockhead the size of a softball,
rubbing and squeezing.  He didn't seem to mind if Liz was no longer showing
him her underpants, because his horse-cock was completely rigid now and he
was getting into a familiar beat.  But little Liz apparently wasn't through
with her act.
 
"I'll show you my titties, now," she said.  And she began to unbutton her
dress.  The gardener slowed his masturbation to see this part of the show.
As her sister pulled the top of her dress apart and down to show her proud
young breasts, Amber guided my hand to her own hairless cuntlips as she
continued pulling the skin back and forth on my cock.
 
"I like to do this when I'm all alone," said Liz, wetting her fingertips
and rubbing her pink nipples into erection.  "But I'm not all alone when
some old guy is beating his meat and watching me do this.  You probably
like me to look at your nasty old dick.  You probably want to see my pee-
pee hole right now, don't you?"  Mr. Darnes agreed with a solemn nod of his
head and a slight increase in jack-off speed.
 
"Well, OK, then, I'll show you my pee-pee hole, but you can't touch it.
You just keep on jerking your big old dick while this little girl pulls
down her panties for you.  Here," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling
down the front of her underwear to reveal her lightly-tufted cunny, "you
can look at that for just a second."  Liz was standing with her back to me,
so I couldn't see much, but the gardener really staring, stroking even
harder as he stared at what I knew must be a stimulating sight -- the pink
lips on either side of her slit, the dark patch of hair at the bottom of
her belly, and just the overall lewd impression of an eleven-year-old girl
showing him her bare breasts and crotch.  I was stroking harder, too,
running my fingers along eight-year-old Amber's crotch and feeling her
little-girl juices begin to lubricate my fingertips.
 
"Now, you can't look any more," Liz teased, as she let her underpants snap
back into place.  "I won't show you any more until you stand up and rub
your big old thing in front of the mirror."  This must have been a part of
a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon
as Liz started talking.
 
With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to
the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles.  Little Liz took
his place on the couch, placing her heels on the edge of the cushion so her
panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at her image in
the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-long dong.
 
Amber matched the gardener's rhythm as she pulled the skin back and forth
on my surging rod.  As I glanced down, I was thrilled anew at the sight of
this second-grader playing with my penis.  I rewarded her with a swirling
caress of her wet little slot.  She didn't seem to object when I put the
end of my little finger against her asshole and rubbed back and forth.
 
We both looked over at Liz as she resumed her chatter.  "OK, Mr. Darnes,
you sure are a dirty old guy to be showing a fifth-grader your big old
dick.  And you are especially nasty to be jacking off your weiner while she
watches.  I'm gonna show you my pee-hole now so you can finish up and get
back to work.  Do you wanna see my little pee-pee?"  Of course, the
gardener nodded and speeded up his cock-stroking.
 
Despite her tart chatter, Liz's face was red and her eyes were glued on the
image of the gardener's throbbing cock in the mirror as she reached between
her legs to pull her cotton underpants over to one side.  I remembered that
fateful night in Cindy's bathroom and my dick gave a surge that nearly
ripped it out of Amber's little hands.  Mr. Darnes was rubbing both hands
on his enormous member faster and faster.  Giant veins protruded all over
the shiny surface and the head glowed purple as he twisted it.  His huge
balls were swinging back and forth between his legs in time with his
stroking.
 
Apparently, Liz's little-girl talk was part of the routine, because she
resumed her monologue.  "Well, I'm showing you my little hole, but it's got
some hair around it, and you're such a dirty old guy that you'd probably
rather look at some girl who's even younger; someone who doesn't have any
hair at all.  You'd probably like to see my little sister show you her pee-
pee hole, wouldn't you?"
 
I was surprised when the gardener spoke for the first time.  In a bass
rumble, he said, "I sure would!"
 
Without further ado, Amber released my cock, stood up, straightened her
skirt primly and stepped from behind the puppet theatre.  The gardener was
clearly surprised, because he sort of jumped and started to pull up his
pants.  I wondered how he would ever stuff his rock-hard cock back into his
underwear, but he relaxed when he saw Amber grinning and staring at the
huge piece of meat projecting from his torso.
 
"You know my little sister.  She's only eight years old, and you're showing
her your nasty old dick.  You better get back to beating your meat, so she
can see what a dirty old man you are."  Liz was beating her own meat as she
said this, reaching between her widespread thighs to dip her finger into
her twat and rub the juice around the red nubbin at the top of her slit.
 
Mr. Darnes resumed his stroking, staring hungrily at Amber, who matched the
intensity of his gaze while moving closer to see this monster cock in
action.  I was left to my own devices behind the puppet screen, so I
started pumping my rigid dick slowly as I watched this sexy scene continue
to develop.
 
Liz continued with her monologue.  "Mr. Darnes, my little sis is looking at
your big old thing real close.  Do you want her to show you that she hasn't
got any hair around her pee-hole?"  When the gardener nodded vigorously,
she said, "Amber, show this dirty old guy your little pee-pee."  I was
surprised to see that Amber acted a little shy as she reached down to the
hem of her short, frilly dress and slowly raised it to reveal the fat,
hairless lips of her prepubescent pussy.
 
I noticed that the man's face was red as his eyes ricocheted back and forth
between the little girl exposing herself a few feet away and the image of
her masturbating older sister reflected in the mirror.  His balls swung
faster as his cock-stoking tempo increased.  Amber now had her skirt fully
up, revealing her fat little tummy, her hairless crotch, and her little-
girl legs capped in white socks and shiny black shoes.  Her eyes were glued
on the jack-off action a yard from her face.
 
Liz started up again.  "Rub that big old thing and squirt your nasty stuff
right in front of my sister and me.  Show us your dirty old jack-off stuff.
We like to watch a dirty old man rub his thing until it squirts.  We'll
watch you while you make it come out the end of your big old thing."
 
As though Liz had commanded him, Mr. Darnes began to cum in long, even
spurts.  Each gush seemed to contain several ounces of fluid.  He seemed to
be directing it at the mirror, and I realized he was squirting on Liz's
image.  I was close to cumming myself, but wanted to hold off to see what
happened next.  As he finished, Liz and Amber stood together by the couch,
with their skirts lowered again.  Without another word, the gardener pulled
up his pants, tucking his still-considerable hose back in his trousers.  As
he stooped to go out the playhouse door, both girls thanked him sincerely.
 
As soon as the door was closed, they rushed behind the puppet screen.
Pushing me over on my back, Liz climbed atop my rampant dick and Amber
squatted over my face.  I was cumming almost before Liz got settled, but
she was hot enough to greet my spurting cock with cunt-squeezes that told
me she was getting off as well.  I couldn't see her, because my face was
buried in the smooth, slick flesh of Amber's sweet little pussy.  A few
licks to her tiny red clit sent her into shivering ecstasy too.
 
The girls collapsed on top of me as we all twitched in our post-cum state.
 
As soon as we could sit up, Liz asked me what I had thought of the show.
Naturally, I told her I thought it was great.  Liz said their gardener had
caught her and Amber in a double-suck session in the playhouse a week
earlier.  Rather than scold them or try to fuck them, he just asked if they
wanted to see him cum.  When they saw his prick they realized why he hadn't
wanted to fuck them.
 
Amber said Mr. Darnes made up all that stuff about "pee-pee holes" and
"dirty old guy" that Liz had to say.  She also said he could only do it
every couple of days, because he told them he had a bad heart and was
afraid all this excitement would kill him.  He also wouldn't let them touch
his prong, even though both girls were dying to see what it felt like.
 
Amber and Liz scrambled up to clean off the mirror.  As they swabbed off
the mess of goo, I sat on the couch and was treated to flashes of naked
bottom as they stooped to get the gardener's stuff off the floor and
mirror.  Once again, I felt my prick begin to harden.
 
By the time the girls were finished, my dick was sticking straight up.
Amber was the first to notice, and rushed over to jack me off.  But Liz
pushed her aside and said she wanted to suck me off.  She said Amber could
lick her pussy instead.  I noticed Amber didn't look too happy about that,
so I suggested we make a daisy-chain on the floor.
 
Liz immediately flopped backward, hoisting her skirt to bare her fringe-
topped cunt.  I lay at an angle, so my cock was even with Liz's mouth.
Without waiting for the rest of the chain to form, Liz began to see how
much of my stiff dick she could stuff into her mouth.  The sight of this
open-cunted eleven-year-old sucking my stick was enough to make me cum
right then, but I tore my eyes away to help Amber understand what I had in
mind.
 
As she clumsily lowered herself into position and squirmed to get her dress
around her waist, I guided her so she completed the triangle, with her face
in her sister's gaping crotch.  I glanced again at Liz's sexy sucking and
then lowered my own lips again to Amber's schoolgirl pussy.
 
As my mouth got closer, Amber strained her legs wide apart, so her snowy
little pussy lips spread to reveal the slimy pinkness within.  I could
smell the strangely fresh aroma of little-girl sex-flesh as I extended my
tongue to trail across her virginal gash.  Making my tongue hard, I pushed
it between the curtains of her lips to the spot where I knew her canal
began.  With her legs wide, my tongue was able to penetrate a bit, so I
began to plunge it in and out of the eight-year-old's tight hole.  I could
hear Amber groan, but I could also feel the constrictions as her tiny
tunnel gripped my tongue as though reluctant to let it go.
 
As I pulled my face away to look down again at Liz's mouth at work on my
prick, I saw that Amber's little pussy was fluttering open and closed with
her orgasmic spasms.  I also noticed her pink bottom hole tightening and
relaxing as her insides heaved.  With a quick glance at Liz's lips locked
around my rock-hard rod, I aimed my tongue at the winking target of Amber's
asshole.  Twirling my tongue around the rim of her hairless bunghole, I was
rewarded with another groan of little-girl pleasure.  Liz was groaning too,
so Amber must have been repaying my kindness with tongue-fucking her sister
was enjoying.
 
As I hardened my tongue to probe the little girl's anus, I brought my hands
into play, spreading her immature cunt lips and running a finger from one
end of her slit to the other.  Swirling my wet finger around her clitty, I
plunged my tongue into her tight little bottom.  I was surprised when Amber
spread her legs even wider, opening her crotch and bottom to my continued
exploration.
 
Unfortunately, I was quickly losing interest in diddling Amber, because Liz
had combined cock-pumping with cockhead-slurping to bring me to the point
of eruption.  I pulled my face from her sister's crotch to watch my sperm
spurt out the corners of Liz's mouth.  Although she couldn't handle it all,
Liz sucked hard, as though to draw every last drop from my pumping peter.
 
As she slumped away from my crotch, I could see that Amber was still hard
at work on the big red knob that protruded from below the patch of hair
atop her sister's mound.  Her little tongue continued to flick it back and
forth while she pinched Liz's pussy lips together.  As I watched, Liz gave
a shudder and a groan, slamming her thighs together to stop Amber's
continued stimulation.
 
As we put our clothes back on, we talked a little while longer about their
strange gardener, and then I dodged back to the park and home.