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Authors name: JD (address defunct)
Story title : Kidcest 20: The Gardener's Performance
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KIDCEST - 20 of 21 Chapters
by JD
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CHAPTER 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 play-house 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 wiener 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 play-house 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.
Continued in part 21...
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