If It Bleeds, It Leads
(M+/ff, teen, ped, 1st)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

"Spread your Barbie dolls out on the sand and play with them," Angie told her baby sister as the 16-year old blonde took off on a lope across the beach. "I'll be back later!"

Angie's plump buttocks twisted provocatively in orange bikini pants which failed to conceal them. Much of the fabric was caught in the crack between her asscheeks. The satiny swells quivered as she ran.

A white-haired man who sat on a blanket, next to his dozing wife, felt an uncommon stirring in trunks as Angie's tantalizing bottom wiggled past, nearly close enough for him to take a bite of it. The eyes of a young passerby were brightened by the bouncy quiver of her tits. Angie was the proud possessor of a pair which resembled sponge-rubber balls, except for the rigid tips which projected from their crests. Her bikini top came high enough only to conceal the thrusting stems, while revealing the rims of her pink aureoles. The swelling orbs on which her nipples sat were alive with vibrating motion.

Angie's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins at the age of ten. Angie's opulent DD-cup breasts and lush ass frightened Beth, when she thought that she herself might possess such bulges some day. The hair on her sister's body was even more frightening. Beth had no hair between her legs at all.

She differed from her sister Angie in another way as well: Beth had no interest in boys. She was happy to play with her dolls and to fantasize about a glamorous life without boys. A girl's body was just something to put pretty clothes on, as far as Beth was concerned.

"Hi! See anything interesting!"

The blond, muscular lifeguard to whom Angie had called turned from scanning the water and looked down at her, standing at the foot of his tower. He grinned behind dark glasses.

"Now I do!" he said, ogling Angie's breasts.

"Well, just what do you see?" she teased, twisting languidly so that her breasts wobbled to and fro in their flimsy wrap-around.

The lifeguard scurried down his ladder, bounding onto the sand in front of her. He wrapped strong hands around her upper arms and gazed down at the creamy globes that rose insolently from her bikini top.

"I see the biggest set of tits on the beach," he said.

"Fred, you dirty-minded perv!" Angie scolded, laughing.

The lifeguard glanced quickly around him. The beach was lightly populated on that early summer's weekday. Deciding that there was no one close enough to be shocked, Fred hooked two fingers around the center of Angie's bra and yanked it down. Her tits leaped out to stand quivering in pink-nippled perfection.

She gasped, and a blush came to her cheeks. "Are you crazy? Not out in the open!"

"Then let's get into my tent," Fred said. "I've got a hard- on already."

A downward sweep of Angie's blue eyes told her that it was true. The young man's swimtrunks were bulging before the urgent thrust of his prick.

Angie turned and, holding an arm across swollen breasts, dodged under the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at the base of the lifeguard's tower. She tumbled onto Fred's blanket.

He was right after her, tumbling onto the blanket also. He clutched Angie. They rolled and giggled. His mouth was hot on hers, his tongue spearing. Angie felt his dick pressing her thigh, then the grasp of his hand around a bulging breast.

Fred squeezed her firm titty and plucked at the nipple while they kissed. Thrills radiated through the responsive girl.

Her mother would have been shocked if she had known Angie was letting a young man get to her that way, but Angie couldn't have cared less. She was at the rebellious age. Before she'd given Fred her virginity, life had been a drag. Since then it was one luscious thrill after another.

Angie's hand stroked the lifeguard's big, hairy chest. She plucked at the wiry ringlets. All the while his demanding tongue was thrashing in her mouth, making her think of how his cock felt when it probed somewhere else.

Her hand skidded down to his trunks, and she grasped at the hardness which was stretching them out of shape.

Fred pulled his mouth from hers with a gasp. "When you grab me there, I go crazy!" he said.

"I want you to go crazy with me!" Angie exclaimed, and kept massaging his constricted hardon through the single garment.

The youth drove his face to her breasts and sucked up a thrusting, hard nipple. He bathed the tingling titty-tip in his warm mouth, thrilling Angie. She struggled blindly with the young man's trunks, pulling them partway down. But his big prick was so stiff that it kept them from gliding off.

Fred raised his mouth from her gleaming, wet nipple and looked at what she was doing. Angie looked, too.

Fred's trunks had skidded low enough to expose the top of his pubic patch, but they clung to the towering projection of his penis. Only the base of the pole was revealed, where it soared up from his golden thicket.

He took hold of the top of his trunks and stretched them as he squirmed. The garment pulled his prick down, then relinquished it with a snap. The bulb-ended shaft bobbed up and down springily before locking into a high-aiming thrust. The head swelled, rosy and plump. The stalk was super-stiff.

Angie gazed at it as if hypnotized. She hadn't gotten sufficiently used to Fred's prick yet to take it for granted, if she ever could.

Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Fred watched, and thrilled, as her hand took hold. Squeezing his cock, she watched its head bulge even larger than before.

"What a thing!" she said excitedly.

"Call it by its right name, why don't you?" Fred suggested.

"It has different names, doesn't it?" Angie asked sexily as she stroked it.

"Yeah. Use 'em all."

"But they're dirty!"

"So what?"

So what, indeed! Angie thought. Even if sex was dirty, it was fun!

"Cock!" Angie said, as if she had uttered a major pronouncement. She looked at Fred shyly and blushed.

"What other names for it do you know?" Fred asked, writhing voluptuously under her caress.

"Prick!" Angie said, blushing more. It stimulated her to use forbidden words.

"How about another one?"

"Rod?" Angie said, intoning it as a question.

"Okay. More."

"Well... dick?"

"More yet," Fred urged, squirming in the delightful clasp of her hand.

"I don't know any more," Angie said, gazing at the beautiful long rod she was holding.

"How about pecker?"

Angie giggled. "That sounds so cute!" She tried it out: "I dig your pecker!" She laughed and blushed some more.

Fred had taken just about all of her verbal and stroking stimulation that he could stand. He was anxious to take off her bikini pants and get into action.

His hand slid down her dimpled belly and stroked the triangular front of her lower garment. He felt Angie's fur through the thin cloth. Her pubic delta was plump and inviting. His caress warmed her tremendously. She wanted him to take her bikini off.

Her hips lifted from the blanket in mute invitation, and Fred grasped her frail briefs. Down they came in one yank, revealing her lovely blonde bush. She raised her legs as Fred pulled her bikini away.

He moved her tanned legs apart and looked between them.

Angie felt embarrassed - but excited, also - to have him staring between her legs. The youth's cock quivered as he gazed at her pink slit which bisected the curly forest between her thighs. Her stroking of him, and the dirty words he had coaxed her to use had moistened her pussy until it gleamed.

The trouble was, Fred couldn't see enough of it, even though he spread her legs wide apart. Her pussy was tight, and the outer labia didn't separate very far. Fred slid his hands up her satiny thighs, giving Angie a new sweet thrill, and touched her soft, moist center with his thumbs.

Oh, no! she thought. He isn't really going to...

But he did. His thumbs impudently stretched her little cunt wide open, and he gazed at the most luscious display of pink, gleaming girl-flesh he had ever seen. The head of Angie's clit firmly thrust from its hooded cover. Beneath that was the little dot of her pisser. Then there was the oval of her cunt-mouth which looked scarcely large enough to accommodate a man's finger, let alone his big, thick cock.

But Fred knew she could take him, since she had done so several times. He also knew he was the first to fuck her. He hoped, and believed, he was the only one.

He directed a finger to her tight cuntal hole and slipped the digit in.

"Oooooo!" Angie said.

"Like it?" Fred asked as he deepened the digital thrust.

"Yessssss!" she hissed, and shut her eyes. Her blonde hair streamed as she tossed her head back.

Fred stroked his finger up and down in her grabby, slippery cunt. She was heating fast, her hips jerking. Her titties lurched.

"I want your cock!" she begged. "Please stick it in me!"

"Use the real words," Fred said, "and tell me what you want me to do."

"Fuck me!" Angie cried. "Oooh, shit! Fuck me with your big, fat prick!"

Fred swung atop her. His cantilevered cock bumped Angie's thighs as he settled himself. The knob rubbed across her yearning pussy. Leaning on one arm, the youth reached between their bodies and grasped his projecting shaft. He swabbed its head up and down the girl's oozing slit.

Angie was squirming, trying to catch his cock in her cleft. Fred seemed willing to take his time, however. The more he teased her, the hotter she would get, he had learned. He kept rubbing his cock up and down her pussy, stroking shallowly between the velvet folds. Each stroke titillated the girl's tingly clit-head, driving her wild with desire.

"Doooooo it!" she cried, bumping at him. "Oh, you mean guy!"

"Say pretty please." Fred laughed.

"Pretty please!" Angie begged.

Fred let his cockhead sink into the soft center of her vulva. Its tip forced her vaginal mouth open. Fred kept pushing. Angie gasped with delight as her cunt-mouth stretched more, clasping the fattest part of his prick. Then, with a driving thrust of his hips, he sank his shaft deeply into her.

"OOOOOOOOOOH!" Angie moaned.

"Feel good?" Fred asked, smiling down as he braced himself on his arms.

"It's heaven!" Angie panted. She writhed, feeling stuffed by his hot, throbbing dick.

It felt heavenly to Fred, also, to have her warmth squirming about him, clutching him as if with a velvet hand coated by melting butter. He ground his cock deeper into her tight, heated hole.

Angie felt as if she had almost more than she could take. But she wasn't about to complain. Nothing in creation had ever made her feel so good as Fred's cock projecting deep into her belly.

He withdrew his prick from her until she clasped only its head. He thrust deeply into her again. Angie moaned. She tossed her head on the blanket, her golden hair streaming.

The young lifeguard fucked voluptuously in and out of her narrow love-cove. She moistened more, providing a very slick film for him to glide on. Each time he drove his cock into her with a snap, her titties jumped. Her nipples stuck up so hard that they looked as if they might explode.

"Oooh, yesss... dooooo it... ooh, DO it!" she panted.

Fred rotated his hips when he had his cock deep inside her, grinding her plump ass against the blanket. His wiry pubes scratched through her fluff. His flanks stroked the sensitive inner slopes of her thighs.

He freed one hand, leaning on the other arm, and brushed the tips of her titties, wobbling the full, springy globes. He twisted his head and brought it down to suck and tug at a nipple.

Angie was wild with passion. She wanted to be jabbed hard. But Fred was dilly-dallying. She writhed, whimpering.

"Fuck me... FUCK MEEEEE!" she begged.

Fred began moving rhythmically, steadily. The fist-like knob of his pecker rippled the clinging, slick flesh of Angie's cunt. The end of his long cock battered the bottom of her well. His thick shaft stroked the nerve-ends which encircled the mouth of her pussy and his hardness stropped the tingling tip of her clit.

All this produced a throng of wondrous sensations which overwhelmed Angie, causing her to toss and mewl and clutch at the sun-bronzed, husky chap who was pumping between her raised thighs. Her bottom bounded up and down on the blanket, her buttocks shaking. Her titties jiggled like Jell-o in an earthquake.

Fred lowered his muscular torso against her, wrapping her in his strong arms. Staying very close and stroking down more, he rubbed her clit even harder.

Angie squealed with delight. She clawed Fred's back, making marks that would be visible when he climbed back onto his tower. But he didn't care. He was riding a young, frisky wildcat and, to a virile male, nothing could have been better.

Fred's cock moved faster in Angie's slippery, snug hole. He was approaching the payoff, and he wanted her to be with him. He needn't have worried. Angie was within a few strokes of the glorious moment herself. She could see the prize glittering as it dangled just inches from her reach.

A little closer! she thought. A little harder!

She bobbed her hips eagerly against Fred's lusty cock- thrusts. She clutched at his back, pulling. She panted. She cried out.

Suddenly she had the precious prize within her grasp and she was clutching it as she shook and screamed. Her cries were drowned in the pounding of the ocean's waves which seemed to wash all over and into her. But the spurts in the pit of her quaking pussy were Fred's ejaculations, filling her with warm cream.

She lapsed slowly, her hands falling away from Fred's back, her legs relaxing. She sighed from the depths of her being.

Fred lay still atop her, breathing heavily. He licked at her earlobe, then ran his tongue to her mouth and dipped between her lips. She sucked on his tongue and this pleased him.

He pushed up onto his arms and grinned down at her.

"Glad you came to the beach today?" he asked cockily.

"What do you think?"

Angie wrapped her arms tightly around Fred's neck and pulled him down for another wet, heated kiss on the mouth. She felt his cock softening within her, and she was sorry. But there would be another time. There were many times to look forward to, when a girl was sixteen.


"Hey, you don't have any boy dolls."

Beth looked up at the man who stood over her, grinning down. He had deeply tanned skin and lots of black hair on his legs, chest, and tumbling around his ears. He wasn't quite as old as her daddy, but he was older than the lifeguard that Angie liked.

"I don't care for boys," Beth said, and returned to playing with her dolls.

"How about men?" the man asked, squatting. His penis had fattened as he gazed at the sleek-bodied little girl with her so- innocent face and brown hair bobbed short.

"I like men all right," she said concentrating on her dolls as she moved them about.

"You here all alone?"

"My sister's around."

"How old is she?"

"Sixteen."

"And you?"

Beth looked at the man. "You a cop or something?"

The fellow laughed, still squatting beside her. "Why'd you say that?"

"I don't know. You're asking a lot of questions."

"My name's Gary, and I live near here. I'm no policeman."

The girl had the mere beginnings of breasts, making very small dents in her blue one-piece swimsuit. Gary's cock throbbed harder.

He glanced about the beach. "I don't see your sister."

"Oh, she's with that lifeguard. She digs him."

"I get it," Gary said, staring at the tent next to the vacant lifeguard tower.

He glanced back at Beth. "What do you think they're doing?"

"Fooling around," Beth said, walking a doll across the sand.

"You mean... fucking?" Gary asked.

Beth looked up and stared at him. "That's a dirty word."

Gary laughed. "Do you know what it means?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Beth said.

"Look - I've got a great idea. Why don't you and I go over to my place? It's right over there - see?" He pointed to a two-story building that was sandwiched in a row of similar structures along the edge of the beach. "We can have a cold drink. Like strawberry pop?"

"I like Coke better," Beth said.

"I've got Coke."

"I shouldn't go," Beth said. "My sister may come back and wonder where I am."

"So you'll return in a few minutes. Anyway, she's busy - like you said."

"My mother always told me I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers," Beth told Gary.

"But I'm not a stranger! I live right here. Besides, do I look like a person who would eat you up or something?"

Beth laughed, showing white teeth. Her brown eyes sparkled. "I guess not."

"Then, come on." Gary held out his hand to her. "Better bring your dolls, too. You wouldn't want anyone to steal them."

The sun had made Beth thirsty, and a Coke sounded good. She glanced quickly at the lifeguard's tent. Angie was still in there with the guy. Beth resented the way her older sister spent so much time with what's his name - Fred - whenever they came to the beach. She didn't like being left alone. And the man who was holding out his hand to her seemed nice, despite the fact that he had used a dirty word.

Lots of people talked dirty. Even Beth's daddy sometimes said, "Shit!"

Beth took Gary's hand and let him help her to her feet. She bent and gathered up her dollies. Gary eyed the neckline of her swimsuit which sagged a bit while she bent forward. He saw only the tiniest suggestion of swells, and he thrilled stronger.

He was grateful that few people were on the beach that day, because he had a noticeable lump in his swimtrunks as he walked across the sand beside the young girl.

"What's your name!" he asked.

"Beth Ellen Brewster."

"Do you like to be called Beth Ellen or just Beth?"

"Beth's okay."

"Do you live near here, Beth?"

"About two miles."

"Your sister has a car?"

"No, we came on the bus."

"Do you come here often?"

"Whenever we get the chance. Now that school's out, we'll be coming more, I hope."

"I hope so, too," Gary said, and smiled down at her.

They climbed the wooden stairway on the outside of his building, Beth going first. Gary watched her little bottom wiggle in her snug swimsuit. The suit's elastics had crept up to expose the lower curves of her white buttocks. Gary studied her crotch where the center strip of her swimsuit passed between her scissoring, slender thighs.

They reached the door of Gary's apartment, and he opened it. Beth stepped into a living room littered with magazines, beer cans, and overflowing ashtrays. Two men in swimsuits lounged there - the first gaunt and sandy-haired, with long legs and a beaked nose; the other compact and dark, Latin-looking, with a mustache. They got up when Beth and Gary entered. Both looked at the young girl with interest.

"Beth, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine," Gary said. "The tall one's Gabe and the other guy's named Walt."

Walt grinned, showing teeth that were very white. "Hello, little lady," he said with a trace of accent.

Beth smiled shyly at the strange men, then cast an uneasy glance at Gary.

"Hey, break out some Cokes, you guys!" he said. "Beth, sit down over here on the sofa."

Gabe went into the kitchen, and Walt walked to the sofa to sit next to Beth. "What you got here?" he asked, taking one of her dolls.

"That's Barbie," Beth said.

"Very pretty!" Walt ran a finger along the doll's legs.

"What are you talking about, man?" said Gary who gazed warmly at Beth. "That doll isn't half as pretty as this real live girl!"

"You're right, man," Walt said, grinning. "She's the prettiest doll I've seen."

Beth looked from one man to the other, wondering why they were staring at her so. They made her nervous. Gabe arrived with four open bottles of Coke between his hands. He held them out to Beth, and she took one. The other Cokes were distributed among the men.

"You dummy!" Walt said. "I want something better than that!" He slammed his Coke down on an end table.

"No booze," said Gary.

"Why not, man?"

"Because we have a sweet little guest," Gary said, smiling at Beth. "And we have to take very good care of her. We don't want to treat her rough."

Beth had taken two long, refreshing drinks from her Coke bottle. Gary sipped quickly, and set his bottle down.

Gabe was sipping Coke in a chair opposite the sofa. He cocked one long leg over the other and stared at the threesome on the couch. He hadn't said a word since Beth had entered the room.

Gary leaned close to the girl. "Ever had a boyfriend, Beth?"

"I told you," she said. "I don't like boys."

"That's right. But you said you like men." Gary winked at Walt.

Beth glanced quickly from one to the other. "Maybe I better get back," she said. "Angie might be looking for me."

"Wait... wait," Gary urged. "Finish your Coke." He placed a hand on her smooth, sleek thigh.

A strange tingling sensation streamed through the ten- year old. Her eyes widened as she gazed at Gary.

He began to stroke gently along her thigh. "You're smart to like men," he said, "because they can make you feel good."

"We can make you feel very good, Beth honey!" Walt chimed in.

Beth wasn't sure if Gary's stroking of her thigh felt good or not. She would have said it felt funny. But the sensation was pleasant enough so that she didn't ask Gary to take his hand away.

His fingers crept closer and closer to the crotch-strip of her bathing suit. Walt was watching intently, his own hands fairly itching.

Beth stared down at Gary's fingers as he extended the middle one and tickled her between the legs. Even though the contact was filtered by her swimsuit, it produced a hot response. Beth's little hips jerked back.

"Don't!" she exclaimed.

"What's the matter?" Gary asked, chuckling. "Did it feel too good?"

"I don't like it!" said Beth. She had made up her mind.

"What you mean is, you like it a lot!" Walt laughed.

"I'm going to leave." Beth started to stand.

Gary grasped her shoulders to hold her on the sofa. Walt bent and began licking her legs, while his fingers stroked them. Gabe leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes staring.

Beth suddenly was terrified. She struggled against Gary, but he had no difficulty holding her down. Walt's gliding tongue and fingers were evoking wild sensations in her thighs.

Her dolls tumbled off her lap. She continued to clutch the Coke bottle. Walt saw the potential weapon from the corner of his eye and straightened to take it from her hand. He wore a strange dreamy look as he gazed at her.

"Let's strip her, Man!" he said to Gary.

"Are you crazy?" Gary retorted. "Beth wouldn't like that."

"I certainly wouldn't!" she said, offended but not quite as frightened now that Gary seemed to be protecting her. "Let me up!"

"What we're going to do is take off our swimsuits and give Beth something to play with," Gary said, still holding her. "Something better than dolls."

A grin crept over Walt's face as he appreciated the possibilities. He stood.

Beth didn't know quite what to make of this new turn of events. But as long as the men weren't going to do anything nasty to her, like taking off her swimsuit, perhaps it wasn't so bad. And Gary had let go of her shoulders. No one was holding her.

She stared at Walt, whose swimming trunks looked funny. The front of them pushed forward. Beth didn't know what caused that.

Looking right at her, the Latin fellow shoved his trunks down. His cock flipped out to hang forward, then quickly stretched to full erection before Beth's startled eyes.

She had never seen anything like that amazing organ. It was frightening somehow, but fascinating also. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the stiff, upthrust column with the bluish knob at its end and all the black hair gushing around it. And what were those things that hung down? Gary stood beside Walt. The Anglo, who had equally dark hair, but whose skin was lighter, pulled down his trunks, and a second strange, stiff protrusion was displayed to Beth. This one was different in that the bulging part at its end was covered by an outer skin, so that just its tip was visible. It inched higher as Beth stared at it.

She knew it was naughty for people to take off their pants where someone could see. And it was just as naughty to look. But Beth couldn't keep from staring. She had never seen what was in a man's pants, or even in a little boy's pants, before.

Gabe was pulling off his trunks as he stood next to Walt, so that the trio formed a semi-circle in front of the seated 12-year- old. Gabe's secret thing was longer than either of the others. It was so long and skinny that it looked to Beth like a sword.

Swords hurt people. Maybe the men's stiff things would hurt her, Beth thought.

She made a move to get up.

Gary pushed her down and dropped to the sofa to sit beside her. Gabe sat at her other side. Walt moved up close in front of her. The men's penises remained rigid, Gabe's and Gary's sticking up from their laps.

"Want to feel my cock?" Gary asked, and took Beth's hand in his.

So that's what a cock was, she thought. She had heard the word before, but she'd had no idea what one looked like.

Before she could marshal resistance, Gary had wrapped her fingers around his rigid, upthrust column. It was very hard, but warm. Beth didn't know what to make of the scary, strange thing.

Gary kept his hand on hers, holding her fingers around his prick.

"Take hold of mine!" Walt said excitedly, moving so close that his legs bumped Beth's knees.

Her fascination overcame her fear, and she reached out and clutched Walt's cock. Holding a man's stiff, long penis in each hand thrilled Beth and she didn't understand it.

"See, pricks aren't bad, are they?" Gary asked. "They won't hurt you."

"They feel funny," Beth said. "Kind of warm and throbby."

She was getting warm herself - and in a strange place, down between her legs. She didn't understand that, either.

She began to get frightened again, and she jerked her hands away from the men's pricks. The stiff organs bobbed up and down.

"Try something else now," Gary said, his voice taking on a hoarseness. "Bend forward and kiss that big prick that's sticking up in front of you."

"NO!" Beth exclaimed, horrified by the suggestion.

"Come on, honey," Walt crooned, pushing his erection closer to her face. He had forced one of his legs between her thighs as she sat trapped in front of him and between the other men.

"You're nasty - all of you!" Beth cried, and glanced frantically about, trying to find a way to escape.

"We'll let you go," Gary said, "if you'll just kiss Walt's cock."

The idea was awful, Beth thought. But if it was the only way she could get out of there...

No! She couldn't bring herself to do it. That thing of Walt's was filthy.

It didn't look dirty, though, she had to admit. Maybe she could just give it a quick kiss, then get away.

She leaned a bit closer to the projecting penis, trying to work up her nerve.

Gary suddenly grasped the back of her head, pushing forward and down. Her face collided shockingly with Walt's prick. The spongy bulb at the end of his cock smeared along her closed lips. A waft of its strange scent went up her nostrils.

"OOOH!" she exclaimed in alarm, not realizing that the opening of her mouth made her vulnerable.

Gary took quick advantage. Giving the girl's head another twisting shove, he forced her gaping lips down over the crown of Walt's cock. To Beth's horror, she found her mouth stuffed full of the smelly, rubber-like knob.

Her eyes bugged. Her frantic protest came out, "GHAAAAHG!"

A groan rattled in Walt's throat as his cock throbbed in the wet, warm mouth of the ten-year old virgin. Gary and Gabe stared, their upthrust pricks quivering.

"Suck it, baby!" husked Gary, working Beth's head forward and back.

Her lips stroked up and down around the shank of Walt's organ. His bulging glans rubbed her tongue. The taste of his aroused prick and its musky odor swamped her senses. His thick, hard shaft held her mouth open wide, and its spearing presence, along with Gary's hold around the back of her head, prevented her from getting away from the awful thing.

Beth felt humiliated and dismayed, though her youthful vocabulary didn't include such words. She was powerless to resist as Gary forced her head up and down on the other man's smelly, tart-tasting prick.

"Oooh, SHIT!" Walt said, trembling with excitement.

"Is she sucking?" asked Gary.

"No, man!" the Latin said raggedly. "But, oh, it's good!"

"SUCK!" Gary ordered, squeezing Beth's head harder.

She sucked the filthy, big prick that was sticking into her mouth. A stronger burst of sex flavor washed over her tongue. Her saliva gushed, and she was forced to gulp down the sex-tainted solution.

Beth's eyes watered as Walt's prick was forced far back in her mouth by Gary's stroking motions of her head. She started to gag, and Gary eased up.

His other hand was between her thighs, which were held apart by Walt's leg. He hooked her swimsuit away from her crotch. The men stared at her hairless cunt which was small and dainty. Gary rubbed the slitted little bulge, and this sent a new blast of raw sensation coursing through Beth.

Walt began thrusting his lithe hips forward and back, stroking his cock between Beth's o-shaped lips, so that Gary needed only to hold her head still. His finger opened the snug outer lips of her pussy, and he stroked shallowly between them, rubbing Beth's clit.

The hot sensations that streamed to her brain gave her a giddiness she had never felt before. Gary kept rubbing her tiny clit, piling thrill upon thrill.

He let go of her head, and Beth kept bobbing it of her own accord. She didn't think about what she was doing. Walt's prick just felt good, stroking her sensitive lips and thrusting along her tongue. She had even gotten used to the taste by that time.

Gabe squirmed as he sat beside her. Finally having to get into the act, he worked the top of Beth's bathing suit down, exposing her little girlish tits. They were exquisite, just starting to push out. Gabe rubbed the pastel pink nipples, turning them hard.

Beth felt a wild welling up of thrills. She sucked Walt's prick harder. She squirmed against the hands that were tickling her pussy and pubescent breasts. Suddenly the hot sensations seemed to explode within her, and she convulsively clamped down on Walt's cock.

"AAARRRGH!" the man said, and jerked, his glans throbbing between Beth's palate and tongue. His shaft twitched in the vise of her sucking lips.

A stream of hot fluid coursed through his spasming cock and splashed over Beth's tongue, shocking her. She gulped, for that was all she could do, and swallowed his semen down. He kept spurting and groaning with delight, writhing on the balls of his feet, his prick twisting in the astonished young girl's mouth. She continued to gulp, her eyes watering, until his spurts of warm, thick cream stopped coming.

Walt drew his prick from her mouth with a soft popping sound and backed away, breathing hard. His cock slumped.

Beth stared at him, her big eyes misty. White goo dribbled down her chin. She felt so good after her own climax - her first ever - that she didn't resent Walt for shooting something into her mouth, shocking though it had been. The fluid hadn't tasted bad.

"Do me now!" Gary husked, clutching the prick that bristled from his lap. He pulled the foreskin back from its bulging head.

He kept rubbing Beth's pussy, causing her excitement to build anew. He had to push her head only a little to get her to bow and take the big, moist knob of his pecker into her mouth. Since his glans had been sheathed by his foreskin until just moments ago, its scent was stronger and its taste sharper than Walt's had been. Beth sucked it and started bobbing her head.

Gary moaned, writhing on the sofa. His fingertip relentlessly rubbed Beth's little clit, making her hotter and hotter. She responded by sucking more ardently on his cock. Her brain swirled.

The man lurched. His cock geysered in Beth's mouth. She was treated to her second helping of warm, thick man-juice, spurting and splashing. She swallowed it as fast as she could.

This time she received no climax. She wiggled her hot little bottom against the couch.

Gabe took over, rubbing her clit and her titties. She bowed to his lap.

The other men watched, staring in wordless fascination as the ten-year old virgin, totally innocent until just minutes before, eagerly sucked her third prick of the afternoon. Gabe's balls churned. He stabbed his long, skinny cock upward into the soft, moist circle of the child's lips. He jerked.

Just as he let go, Beth had her second climax, and it seemed like a bomb going off inside her. But instead of destruction, it produced a wonderful warm relaxation which seeped through every cell of her body. She swallowed Gabe's cum, and raised a wet face.

"Didn't we make you feel good?" Gary asked, smiling at her.

"Yesssss," Beth said softly, her voice a bit hoarse. Her throat was sore from all the fast gulping she had done.

"Now why don't you pick up your dollies and go back to the beach?" Gary suggested as he drew up the top of her swimsuit. "And don't tell anybody what happened - not even your sister. That will be our little secret - okay?"

"I guess so," Beth said.

As she left the apartment, her brain still light and a little woozy, Gary said, "We'll see you again."

"Yeah, we sure will!" echoed Walt.

Gabe remained silent all through the episode.


"Where in the world have you been?" Angie demanded when her baby sister returned to the spot on the beach where Angie had left her.

"I just went to get a Coke," Beth responded.

She wanted to tell Angie what had happened, because it had been so strange and exciting. But she was afraid, not only because the man had told her not to talk about it but because she knew Angie would chew her out. And if it ever got back to her mother - wow!

It had been wrong, Beth supposed. But she didn't exactly understand why, since it hadn't hurt her and it had felt very good.

She would have to remain silent, even though she was bursting with the news.

"Hey, are you all right?" Angie asked. "You look funny."

Beth blushed. "Funny how?"

"I don't know. Well, come on. We've got to get home."

Beth thought about the strange, wild happening all the way home on the bus. Did other girls do what she had done, she wondered. How about Angie? Did she suck that lifeguard's cock?

Beth knew there was more to sex than what had happened to her: there was fucking. That meant the guy stuck his thing into the girl. Beth had heard about that, and she assumed that was what Angie let the lifeguard do to her in his tent. The thought of it had always frightened and repelled Beth.

Sucking was something she hadn't heard about, and it had come as a surprise. So had the good feelings she'd gotten when Gary and his friends had rubbed her between the legs. That rubbing had been wonderful - much more exciting than when she had rubbed herself. It must have been because she'd had a man's cock in her mouth at the same time, Beth decided.

When the men had shot their stuff into her mouth, even that had been good, though she supposed it was dirty. She wondered if she would get sick from it. Her stomach felt all right so far.

In fact, she felt very good all over.


Beth's mother and father went out that evening. Angie watched TV and talked on the telephone, perhaps to the lifeguard. She didn't tell Beth.

The ten-year old went to bed early, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about what had happened to her that day. Despite her doubts and vague fears, she wanted it to happen again.

The men had told her they would see her again, and she was looking forward to it.

She still lay awake at around midnight when she heard her mother and father arrive home. Her mother was laughing in the funny way she always did when she had been drinking. Beth's father joined in, but he was never as loud.

They stayed downstairs a long time, and Beth thought they were drinking some more. She wondered if they also were fooling around.

She got a giddy desire to creep down the stairs and spy on them. She'd never done that, though she had been curious many times.

Tonight she would do it, she decided.

She climbed quietly out of bed and tiptoed out to the hall. Angie's door was shut. Beth could hear her parents' voices from the living room, loudly enough so that she could make out what they were saying.

"Joe, you devil!" Beth's mother playfully protested, laughing. "Stop that!"

"Come on, Shelley, you know you like it," Joe responded with a chuckle. "It makes you feel wicked when I pull your dress up."

"And what makes you think I like feeling wicked?" Shelley challenged.

"I can tell," Joe said confidently.

Excited, Beth made her way carefully down the stairs, so as not to be heard. Finally she was able to peek into the living room. She felt safe because she was above her parents' line of vision, unless they were to glance up in her direction. Beth didn't consider that likely, because they seemed too interested in each other.

Beth's mother had her back turned toward the stairs, and Beth's father was embracing her while he held her dress up around her middle, along with her lacy slip. Her plump bottom was exposed, in blue panties with a white lace trim. She wasn't wearing pantyhose that night, but garters and stockings.

Beth watched her father stroke and pat her mother's bottom through the thin nylon that clung to its opulent curves. The crack between her mother's buttocks showed hazily through her sheer pants.

"Joe, you're getting me all excited!" she said, and kissed the tall, sandy-haired man on the neck. Joe was a handsome forty- year old, whose age showed only in a slight receding of his hairline and a bit of a paunch.

"That's just how I want you to get," Joe said, continuing to pat his wife's bottom. "Real excited."

"Well, why don't we go to bed?" red-haired Shelley inquired, writhing gently against him.

"Because you always get more turned on in the living room."

"But that's the trouble. What about the children?"

Beth moved quickly back out of sight.

"They're sound asleep," Joe said.

"Oooooo!" Shelley breathed excitedly. "Don't pull my panties down!"

"No? Well, just how am I going to fuck you with your pants on, hmmm?"

A strange thrill went through Beth. That was the first time she had ever heard her father say "fuck."

"You're nasty!" Shelley said, and laughed.

Beth crept farther down the stairs so that she could watch once more. Her father had lowered her mother's panties just enough to expose her white, fleshy buttocks. He was stroking a finger up and down the crack between her satiny rear cheeks.

Beth thrilled more, though there was something odd about watching her parents carry on that way.

Shelley writhed away from her husband and pulled her panties up before letting her skirt drop. "I need another drinkie-poo," she said, and walked unsteadily to the cabinet where the liquor was kept. An open bottle and two glasses stood on top of it.

Joe watched as his wife poured some more liquor for herself. A lock of Shelley's dark red hair had fallen sexily across a cheek. Her face was pretty, though a slight puffiness betrayed her thirty-eight years. Her breasts were large, and the moderately low-cut dress she was wearing showed off their pale, bulging tops.

"Want one?" she asked as she finished pouring her own drink.

"I'm okay," Joe said.

Shelley laughed. "I know what you're worried about - you're afraid that if you drink any more you won't be able to do your thing!" Her voice was thick.

"Listen," Joe replied, "I could do it if I was roaring drunk. I just wouldn't enjoy it as much. Now, with women it's different- -the more booze they drink, the wilder they get."

Shelley turned to face him. "And just how would you know about women... plural? How many broads have you been screwing around with?"

Beth was shocked to hear her usually prim and proper mother use words like broads and screwing.

"You know I don't screw anybody but you," Joe said, walking over to her, a grin on his face. "But I remember before we were married."

"Oh, here we go again! Now you're going to tell me about Elaine and Lois and all the rest of them... and how fuckin' wild they were!"

Fuckin'? Beth couldn't believe her ears. Her mother had to be pretty drunk.

"Baby, I'm not interested in anybody but you," Joe said, and took Shelley into his arms. She was sipping from her glass as he cuddled her, caressing her bottom again.

He walked her to the sofa, his arm around her waist. Shelley sat down heavily, almost sloshing the liquor out of her glass. Joe sat beside her. He gave her a kiss. Beth was shocked to see his hand close around one of her mother's breasts, squeezing the bulgy mound.

Shelley finished the liquor in her glass and stretched to place it on an end table. The glass nearly tipped onto its side.

Joe went to work on his wife in earnest, pushing her skirt and slip up her thighs, then grasping her breast once more. As they kissed, he slid his hand down across her middle and dug between her fleshy thighs, grasping her hairy softness through her panties. Her thighs widened their spread, and Beth could see dark hairs along the crotch elastics of her mother's pants. The narrow strip of blue nylon that passed between her legs had gotten creased and was narrower than usual. As she squirmed in response to her husband's ardent caress, he hooked the nylon away, and Beth got her first glimpse of her mother's mature pussy. The gash was red at the center, its lips unfurled by the wanton spread of her legs and her excitement. Lots of hair bordered the juicy crevice.

Joe's finger delved into his wife's meaty slit.

"Oooo!" Shelley moaned, tearing her mouth from his. "Why don't you fuck me?"

There it is - that naughty word again, Beth thought. And Mommy's using it!

"You're not ready to be fucked yet," Joe replied.

"Oooh, yes I am!" Shelley insisted, writhing passionately. More of her hair had fallen over her face by that time. "Can't you feel how wet I am?"

"You're wet all right," Joe observed, taking out his finger and looking at it. (Even Beth could see it glisten). "But I think my baby needs a little more feeling up. She needs to get the top of her dress pulled down," Joe added, reaching behind her to unzip her zipper. "She needs to get her titties spilled out."

Shelley laughed giddily as the top of her dress was lowered. But her tits didn't tumble free. She was wearing a low-cut bra.

She squirmed against Joe as he went for the hooks on her brassiere. When his hands withdrew, he brought the bra with him, and Shelley leaned back, boldly showing him her breasts. Like melons they were, with wide rosy discs at their crests. At the center of each aureole sat a plump, ruddy nipple.

"Mama's really got 'em!" Joe said with a grin, bringing his hands up underneath her bountiful boobs. He lifted the chesty treasures and let them drop, quivering.

Shelley glowed. It did thrill her to be stripped in the living room and to be forced to show herself off.

"Shake 'em, honey!" Joe said.

Laughing, his drunk wife waggled her shoulders, causing her big tits to bounce to and fro. Joe drove his face against the rounded, satiny pillows. Beth stared as her father licked and sucked her mother's nipples. The child watched avidly as he lifted a breast, tugged with his mouth at its rigid tip, then let the titty drop. He pounced onto the other one.

Shelley reached blindly for the front of her husband's pants. Beth's guilty excitement increased as her mother felt all around his lower front, even down between his legs, then found the tab of his zipper and lowered it, opening his fly.

I'm going to see Daddy's cock! Beth thought.

A little voice told her that she shouldn't look at it, that she was being very naughty and should hurry back to bed. But her fascination with her parents' lovemaking was too great to resist. She had to remain on the stairs and continue to watch.

Shelley reached into Joe's pants while he nuzzled and pawed at her breasts. Her hand came back out, and it was clutching a long, hard column that, to Beth, looked very much like Gary's. It too was covered by an outer skin, except for its rosy tip. Beth's mother stroked that hard, thrusting cock, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his head.

Joe sat up and stared at what she was doing.

Suddenly he dropped to his knees on the carpet. He spread Shelley's legs wide apart and dived between them. Their daughter's breath became labored and she felt very warm between her own legs as her father licked the inner slopes of her mother's thighs, from her tightly cinched stocking tops all the way to the edges of her lacy blue pants. His hands stroked up and down the outside of her thighs, traveling along the straps of her garters.

Finally he clutched Shelley's panties and pulled them down. Her dark hair gushed out. Joe lifted her legs in front of him to take her panties off. He tossed the blue briefs aside. He spread his wife's legs into a wide V, continuing to hold them up in front of him, and then he did something that shocked and thrilled Beth.

He dove straight to her mother's hairy slash, burrowing his mouth into the moist meat. He lay her legs on his shoulders and twisted his head, ravenously eating Shelley's flowing, flavorful cunt. Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her mouth hung open, and her throat was dry. Shelley wiggled her bare bottom on the sofa. She tossed her head from side to side, her red hair whipping across her face. She bit her lip to stifle a moan, Her titties bounced like big rubber balls. So Daddy puts his mouth down there, just like those men made me do with them! Beth thought excitedly. I wonder if Mommy will do Daddy the same way.

Joe was licking up and down the meaty lips of his wife's cunt, his tongue wiggling all the fleshy folds. He sucked up her gushing honey. He licked the pearl-like head of her clit until it was slick and extremely hard. He even stroked his tongue down and into the mouth of her slippery, hot vagina.

Shelley bumped her hips spastically. She no longer was able to suppress her moans. She clutched her husband's head, ruffling his dark hair, pulling him deeper into her humid swamp.

Finally he raised his head. His mouth and nose were wet.

Shelley was panting wildly.

Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from his open fly. He moved very close to Shelley, standing between her legs.

"No!" she exclaimed, and tried to push him away.

"God damn it, why not?" he demanded, wild with lust.

"Because I don't do that!" his wife said. "I've told you many times I won't. Just because that slut Elaine used to do it for you is no reason to expect me to." She no longer seemed so drunk.

"Damn you!" Joe snarled. "You're a prude!"

"Maybe so," Shelley said, succeeding in pushing him away from her. "Come on, Joe," she added, her tone softening, "let's make love nice!"

He angrily grasped her and twisted her about, until she was pitched forward, over an arm of the sofa. Her ass was aimed into the air. Its fleshy cheeks were framed by her white garter straps and the dark bands at the top of her hose.

Joe jerked her thighs apart so that one leg extended out to the floor. He landed behind her on his knees and quickly pushed his pants and shorts down. He drove his hard prick into her upturned pussy, spearing it all the way to his dangling, hairy balls.

Beth stared from a point of vantage which permitted her to see between her father's legs, to watch his thick column stroking in and out of her mommy's hair-fringed hole. She watched her daddy's balls shake. She saw how wet his cock was getting as he pumped up and down, pulling the little red lips of her mommy's pussy outward, then folding them back inside as he drove all the way, socking his belly noisily against Shelley's ass.

So that's how people fuck! Beth thought, shocked and excited by the blatant display of raw lust. That it was her own gentle parents behaving in such a wild and wanton manner startled the child all the more.

This was bound to be a day and night that Beth would never forget.

"Oooh, yes!" Shelley cried, bumping her cunt backward against her husband's savage plunges. She wiggled her sumptuous ass. "That's sooooooh gooooood!"

Joe just grunted, angry in his lust because she hadn't given him the thrill he had most wanted. If he could just once feel her warm, wet mouth around his prick and watch her pink lips pump up and down on it, he would be the happiest man on earth, he thought. But she continued to deny him that supreme pleasure. She probably always would.

He fucked into her none-too-tight cunt with brutal vengeance, and Shelley seemed to enjoy it, despite his roughness.

Watching, Beth was frightened for her mother.

That must hurt awful! the young girl thought. How does Mommy stand it?

Beth didn't see how she herself could ever let a man or boy drive his long, hard thing into her. Her pussy was so small and tight that a man would surely rip her to pieces doing that.

The fear put a damper on the vicarious excitement Beth had been enjoying up to that point. Still, she continued to watch, spellbound by the sheer animal lust which her father and mother displayed.

Shelley was bobbing her ass atop the sofa arm, pushing with her feet against the cushion and the floor, bracing her hands against the floor, as well. Her hair hung completely over her face. Her breasts dangled and swayed like tolling bells.

Joe was clutching her bare hips and driving for dear life into her soggy cunt. His shaft gleamed slippery wet each time it flashed out. His balls had pulled into a knot at its base.

Beth's eyes burned from staring. Her tense throat ached with dryness.

Aren't they ever going to stop? she wondered as her parents fucked on and on.

"Uuuh... uh! ... OOOOOOOOH!" Shelley cried, and her ass shook, vibrating like jell-o. Waves of luscious warmth spread through her.

Her cunt spasmed around Joe's cock which was still pumping within it. But because Shelley's pussy wasn't the tightest in the world, her orgasmic contractions didn't bring him to climax. However, his stimulation was heightened by her obvious pleasure, and he speared her even faster and stronger. His hips bobbed as briskly as they could go. His eyes rolled back in their sockets, and his head turned light.

His whole being was concentrated on his driving cock as he pumped into Shelley with fiendish zeal. He slapped her quivering ass. He cursed.

Finally he came with an explosive burst which shook him. He growled raspingly and emptied his passion in spurt after quivering spurt within his wife's still-quaking cunt.

He flopped over her back, breathing hard. She was panting, also.

"Oooh, what a fucking!" she said.

Beth could have uttered an amen to that. It was the most savage and frightening act she had ever witnessed between human beings. She never wanted it to happen to her.


"You're going to the beach again today, darling?" Shelley asked as she spread jam on her toast. "My goodness, you'll get your skin too brown."

"Do I look as if I got too much sun yesterday, Mother?" Angie retorted, annoyed.

"Well, no," her mother admitted. "And you were out there a long time. How did you manage to protect yourself?"

"I wasn't lying under the sun every minute, Angie said, nibbling at her breakfast.

That's right - you were lying with that lifeguard in his tent letting him do the awful thing I watched Daddy do to Mommy last night! Beth thought.

Somehow her parents seemed different to her that morning, though they behaved as usual. In her mind's eye, she kept seeing flashes of them fucking - her mother's big bottom stuck up in the air while her father vigorously speared it.

"Do you want to go to the beach again, too?" Shelley asked Beth.

"Sure!" the ten-year old eagerly replied. She thought of Gary and his friends and the great pleasure they'd given her without getting rough.

"Oh, Mother, do I have to take her?" Angie asked, frowning.

"You most certainly do, dear!" Shelley said. "Beth has as much right to enjoy herself on a vacation day as you do. And be careful to see she doesn't get too much of a burn."

"Well, I've got to take off," Joe said, wiping his mouth on a napkin as he rose from the table. He was dressed in a suit, white shirt, and tie - his regular uniform for the office.

He gave his wife a quick kiss and patted Beth on the head. He smiled at his young daughter fondly.

Beth had to force herself to return his smile, remembering how brutal he had seemed with her mother the night before.

"You listen to your mother now," Joe said to Angie. "Behave yourself at the beach, and watch out for Beth."

"Yes, Father," Angie said.

He patted her affectionately in passing.

Angie got up and went to her room. Beth dreamily finished her breakfast, wondering if she would meet Gary and those other nice men today. The girls arrived at the beach earlier than they had the day before, and there was no one near their favorite spot - except for Fred, who was perched on his tower with a white sailor hat turned down to shade his face.

"I suppose you're going to mess around with him as usual," Beth sniffed, indicating the lifeguard.

"I wish you had somebody to mess around with," Angie snapped back. "But, of course, you're not old enough."

"Oh, no?"

Angie squinted at her baby sister. "Well, you aren't! But maybe you can find something to do, besides just playing with those dumb dolls of yours on the sand. Why don't you go where you got that Coke yesterday, wherever it was? You heard what Mother said about not staying out in the sun."

Beth remained silent. She didn't want to just walk up to Gary's apartment. That would seem too forward. She hoped he would see her and come out, as he had done the day before.

Angie waited, studying her. "So, what are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Just sit here, I guess."

"Oh, shit!" Angie said.

"Ummm! That's a naughty word."

"So what? I wish you'd please go somewhere. Now that Fred and I have the beach all to ourselves, it would be nice to stay outside in the sun."

"And fuck right out in the open?" Beth asked.

Angie blushed. "What makes you think that's what we do?"

"I know about those things," Beth said, looking down as her bare toe drew a curlicue in the sand.

"Well, don't talk about them!" Angie scolded. "And for God's sake, don't say anything like that at home."

"Why not?" Beth chirped. "Mommy and Daddy fuck, don't they?"

Angie blushed brighter. "What an awful thing to say! And you thought it was bad for me to say shit."

"I was just kidding," Beth replied. "I can say shit too, if I feel like it. I can say anything you can. What I don't get is why you'd want any guy to fuck you. Uugh!"

Still blushing, Angie replied, "That's because you don't know what it's all about. Anyway, who says I fuck with Fred?"

"Well, if you don't do that," Beth inquired, "do you suck his thing instead?"

Angie was shocked to the tips of her toes. "Where did you ever hear about anything so filthy? I ought to wash your mouth out with soap!"

Beth laughed, enjoying her new sense of maturity. "Ooh, go fuck with Fred! I won't bother you."

The ten-year old turned and, carrying her dollies, started walking slowly across the beach. She was heading vaguely toward Gary's place, but didn't want to be obvious about it.

Angie, with a lot to think about, walked to Fred's tower.

It would be too risky, she thought, to have sex with him today. Now that Beth suspected what was going on between them and was willing to talk about it, it was no longer safe. If the brat mouthed off at home, Angie would catch it for sure.

"Hi, Fred!" she called to the lifeguard.

The handsome blond fellow straightened from his sleepy slouch and looked down. He grinned. "You said you'd be early, but I didn't believe it." He turned and came quickly down the ladder.

"We can't do it today," Angie told him as he pulled her into his arms.

"Why not? Is it your time of the month?"

"No, silly. But Beth suspects what we're doing. She might spy on us or something."

"Where is she?" Fred asked, and scanned the beach through his dark glasses.

"Right over there," Angie said, turning. She didn't spot her sister. "Well, she was..."

"Is that her, talking with that guy?" Fred pointed.

Angie looked in the direction he indicated. "It is! Hey, I don't like that. I'll get my ass whaled at home if anything happens to her."

Angie took off on a lope, toward where Beth was standing with the man.

Fred called, "Come back soon as you can, huh?"

She didn't reply. Beth was all she could think about at the moment. That brat was getting to be a real problem.

"Who's this?" Gary asked Beth as he saw Angie running toward them. He eyed her large, rounded tits which were bouncing in her bikini bra.

"Oh, that's my sister!" Beth said disgustedly.

"She's sure pretty."

Beth gave the man a sharp look.

He grinned. "But not as pretty as you are, cup-cake," he added.

"Who are you talking to, Beth?" the sixteen-year old demanded as she ran up.

"This is Gary," Beth said, adding maturely, "He's a friend of mine. Gary, this is my sister, Angie."

"A friend of yours?" Angie glared at the man, who grinned back at her. "He's old enough to be your father!"

"I'd like to be your father for a night," he told Angie.

"What's that mean?" she demanded.

"Oh, nothing. Or everything. Depends on how you want to take it."

"I don't care to take it at all." Angie grasped Beth's hand. "Come on - we're getting out of here."

"No!" Beth exclaimed, bracing herself.

"That's the girl," Gary encouraged. "No slut of a big sister ought to boss you around."

Angie exploded, "Slut! Where do you get off calling names, you creep?"

"Beth told me what you were doing yesterday with the lifeguard."

Angie turned red from anger and embarrassment. "Beth Ellen Brewster! When I get home..."

"What'll you do?" Beth taunted. "You know you don't dare say a word to Mommy and Daddy, because you're been just as naughty as I have. Naughtier!"

Angie stared at, her sister inquisitively. As naughty as SHE? What did Beth mean by that? What had the brat been up to, anyway?

As Angie considered the question, it occurred to her that Gary was altogether too forward for a casual acquaintance. And Beth had introduced him as her "friend". Did that mean she was with him yesterday? What had they been doing?

"Do you live around here?" Angie asked Gary.

"Tell her, Beth," he said cockily.

Beth was no longer afraid or ashamed to admit that she had been in Gary's apartment or even to admit what she had done there. After watching the way her parents had behaved last night, and listening to the way they had talked when they had thought they weren't overheard... then after practically drawing an admission from Angie that she had been fucking the lifeguard... Beth concluded she had nothing to be ashamed of or even to fear.

"Gary lives in that building over there," Beth said, pointing. "That's where I was yesterday - in Gary's apartment with him and his friends."

"His friends?" Angie was more shocked by the moment.

"Yes. A couple of very nice men."

"My God, no!" Angie said. "What did you let them do to you?"

"Nothing bad," Beth said. "In fact, it was super! Are your friends in the apartment today, Gary?"

He nodded, grinning slyly as he studied Angie's response.

"What have you done to my sister?" she demanded, her eyes flashing.

"Like she said, nothing bad. Come on up with us and we may do the same thing for you... if you act nice."

"I certainly will not!" Angie declared, outraged.

"Then I'll see you later," Beth said, and turned. Carrying her dolls, she walked beside Gary toward his apartment.

Angie didn't dare make a scene, because Beth was in a position to fink on her. But she couldn't stand there and let Beth go back to the man's apartment alone.

She cast a glance toward the lifeguard tower where Fred sat. She couldn't ask for his help because he might lose his job if he were to leave his post.

There seemed nothing for her to do but tag along with Beth. What could happen, really, with both of them together in the man's apartment? Maybe, also, Angie could find out just what Beth had been up to.

She hurried after Beth and Gary.

Beth glared at her big sister when the latter ran up beside her. Beth kept walking. "Why don't you mind your own business?" she said.

"Because you're my business," Angie retorted. "I'm supposed to watch out for you."

"Don't fight, girls," Gary spoke up. "There'll be enough fun for both of you."

Angie wondered just what he had in mind. How bad could it be if a kid like Beth had done it?

The threesome climbed the stairs to Gary's apartment, and he let them in. Walt and Gabe were lounging in the living room, as before. Gary made the introductions, which Angie acknowledged with a sniff.

"Why don't we all get comfortable?" Gary suggested immediately. "Let's take off our swimsuits."

"NO!" Angie was horrified.

"Well, I will!" Beth said, and began skinning out of her one- piece suit.

Angie lunged to stop her, but Gary looped an arm around the blonde teenager's middle, yanking her backward against him. She felt the bulge of his penis snuggling the crack between her buttocks, which were lightly covered by her bikini. Looking down over her shoulder, Gary watched her luscious tits jiggle as she struggled to free herself from his grasp.

Meanwhile, Beth was stepping out of her swimsuit before Angie's astonished eyes. The men ogled the sleek-bodied ten- year old. Gabe and Walt yanked their trunks down. Their huge cocks rose as Angie stared, blushing furiously. She felt Gary's prick prodding her bottom. He let go of her and removed his trunks. His uncircumcised penis stood at attention.

"This is awful!" Angie exclaimed, gazing about the room.

"The only thing that's awful," Gary replied with a grin, "is you still wearing that bikini. Why don't you prove you're at least as grown up as your baby sister?"

"Yeah, Angie," Beth said, her cheeks and eyes bright with excitement. She was enjoying a sense of superiority over the older girl who had always bossed her around. "Either take off your bikini or get out. We don't need a party poop."

"What you need is to have your bottom spanked!" Angie said.

"I'd rather spank your bottom, baby," Walt said, stroking Angie's bikini-clad ass. "You've got a lot more back there."

She squirmed away from him, her eyes flashing. She felt just as helpless as before, and the situation was getting more critical. Beth had dropped onto the sofa between Gary and Gabe, whose cocks bristled from their laps as they sat beside the nude young girl.

Walt still ogled Angie. "Come on, baby," he said in softly accented tones. "Take off that bikini, huh?"

In addition to being offended by what was going on, Angie felt frustrated and foolish. She was afraid of what was going to happen to Beth, for which she would be held responsible. Angie still believed she could protect herself, but Beth had become totally uncontrollable and was therefore at the men's mercy.

"All right!" Angie declared defiantly, her head held high. "I'll take off my bikini if you leave Beth alone."

"Deal, baby!" Walt quickly said, gazing at Angie's bulging, half-exposed breasts.

"What about you?" she asked Gary.

"I won't do anything Beth doesn't want me to do," he replied.

"Beth, get up and come over here," Angie directed.

"No!" Beth's excitement was high, and also her new sense of power.

"Damn you!" Angie said. "You're a stupid little snot!"

Walt had edged behind the pretty blonde. He reached quickly and pulled the tie on her bikini top. The bra fell away, exposing Angie's breasts before she could clutch and cover them.

"Hey, man, you ever see such pretty tits?" Walt asked, grasping his erect prick as he ogled the pink-nippled beauties.

"I prefer Beth's little titties," Gary replied, and passed his hand across the ten-year old's sprouting buds.

Beth immediately reclined against the back of the sofa, letting the man have his way with her. Gary slid his hand down to her hairless loins and between her legs. Gabe stroked her stiffened nipples.

Angie stared unbelievingly at the erotic scene which involved her baby sister. While she was engrossed, Walt pulled the string on her bikini bottom and it sagged, sticking between her thighs but exposing her golden mons.

"No!" she exclaimed, whirling to slap the man. Her titties bobbed.

Walt clutched her round, firm breasts, taking the blow which stung his cheek. He pushed Angie backward, causing her bikini pants to glide down her legs. She stumbled into a chair, her thighs open, and Walt stared ardently at her tight slit which was edged by golden curls.

Gary had dropped to his knees in front of Beth. She let him push her thighs wide apart, and he bowed his head between them. She thrilled as he did to her what she had watched her father do to her mother the night before. Gabe twisted on the sofa to kiss her as he rubbed her tits.

Angie's eyes were wide. Her mouth had dropped open. She knew she couldn't stop what was happening, and she feared it would get worse. If she were to get up and run, it would mean abandoning Beth.

The possibility of escape was quickly removed, anyway, when Walt dropped to the floor between Angie's knees, shoving her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her slit opened enough to show a narrow slash of pinkness bisecting her blonde forest.

Walt dived at the luscious feast. He began to lick up and down the edges of Angie's cunt, giving her a wild thrill she had never experienced before. His moist tongue plastered her curly cunt-hairs against the velvet flesh on which they grew. He teased Angie's sensitive slit by licking along and across it without actually parting the snug folds.

Meanwhile Beth was panting and letting out little yelps of delight as Gary's tongue made her pussy feel even better than his hand had made it feel the day before. His saliva drooled over the velvety little pouch as his tongue stroked generously up and down, enjoying its utter innocence of hair. He hadn't tried to force his tongue inside her pussy yet. He was willing to proceed slowly, savoring every moment of the conquest as it gradually unfolded.

Walt was not so patient with Angie since he, like the other men, knew she was not a virgin. After quickly licking the outside of her cunt and sending wild thrills coursing through the dismayed girl, he used his thumbs to open her pussy like a fresh peach. The pink inner meat was running with nectar, and Walt greedily lapped it up. His stroking tongue, working between Angie's cuntal folds, titillated her clit and the slick-rimmed mouth of her vagina.

She could do nothing but thrill while she watched Gary ravish Beth. His tongue was beginning to pry at Beth's babyish slit, which was the tightest Gary had ever touched. Beth gasped as she felt his slippery organ part her intimate folds. He licked up and down the constrictive elastic furrow, tickling Beth's hot little clitty with each stroke.

Gabe was licking her nipples. She was receiving a veritable barrage of exciting sensations. She reached out blindly, clutching for something she had just glimpsed... something she wanted.

Gabe sat up, revealing her firm grip on the skinny, knob- ended column that stuck up from his lap. They both stared at it. Angie stared, also. Then in the midst of the giddy sensation she felt from Walt's avid licking of her cunt, she received the further shock of seeing her baby sister bow and take the head of Gabe's cock into her mouth. Beth immediately began to pump her lips up and down around the slippery, iron-hard rod.

It was as if the floor had suddenly fallen out from under Angie. Her brain swirled, simulating the sensation of falling. Walt's wicked tongue, poking deep into her wet, wiggly cunt, added to the unbelievable sight of Beth doing that nasty thing with Gabe, producing a total effect which was shattering to the young blonde.

Walt stood, his face flushed, his eyes hot. He moved up to Angie, his stiff prick pointing at her face. From the corner of her eye, she could still see Beth bobbing her head on Gabe's cock. Angie reached out, and her cool, delicate fingers wrapped around the hard, thick shank of Walt's organ.

He moved closer, crowding between her spread legs. "That's it, baby!" he crooned. "Take a taste. It's good. You'll like it."

His hand was around the back of Angie's head, pushing her down. He didn't have to push very hard. Angie's lips smacked against the purplish head of his cock, and that horny organ forced her mouth open. She felt the fat knob glide between her lips, stuffing her mouth as the shaft held her lips wide apart.

"Suck!" Walt said, and Angie began to do it, feeling ashamed though unable to help herself.

The man's randy taste and aroma inundated her senses, making her head lighter than ever. His stroking shaft, as he rocked forward and back, stimulated the sensitive nerve endings in her lips. His bulb rubbed her tongue, providing further excitement.

He reached down and cupped her breasts, bouncing the buoyant titties on his palms.

Angie began to bob her head against the man's mouth-fucking thrusts. This gave her greater excitement. She felt like the nastiest girl in creation, but she kept telling herself that Beth was doing the same thing and therefore was just as bad. And the men hadn't forced Beth. She had done the act willingly.

Now that Angie herself had a big, stiff prick sticking into her mouth, she could understand why: It felt good. It was good. She dug it!

She grasped Walt's balls and wiggled the warm masses in their velvety sac as she pumped her mouth on Walt's cock with greater passion. She heard him gasp. Then suddenly he pulled back, and his pecker flipped free to bob springily up and down before Angie's glassy gaze.

"Lie down, baby!" Walt husked. "Let me fuck you!"

Angie slid to the floor and spread her legs. She tried not to think about what she was doing. With Fred it had seemed all right, because he was the only one, but to give herself to another guy, and an older one at that, made her a... slut. No! she told herself, I won't even think it!

She let Walt scramble atop her and ram his spit-slippery cock all the way up her tight, thrilling channel. She gasped.

Walt fucked her like a tiger, stroking fast from the very start. His immense cock drove hard and deep, rippling Angie's cunt-walls. She writhed and pushed against him, her feet pressing against the floor. Her bottom shook above the shaggy carpet. Walt hung over her, propped on straight arms. His driving thrusts rocked her body, making her full tits leap and jiggle.

Beth raised her mouth from Gabe's cock, needing air. Though a bit dizzy, she nevertheless could see her sister with her legs spread on the rug, getting screwed for dear life. Beth was frightened.

"I won't do that!" the young girl said, pointing at Angie.

"You don't have to, baby," said Gary, stroking her short bobbed hair. "Just suck us off like you did before. Finish Gabe first, then do me."

The dark-haired man dived between her thighs, happy to lick and suck her baby cunt while Gabe thrust his cock back into her mouth. Beth pumped her lips up and down on the good-tasting, long, stiff rod.

Time seemed to stand still as the whole room throbbed with passion. Soft moans and the slurping sloshing sounds of wet flesh against flesh were all that could be heard.

Walt's prick pumped super-fast in Angie's clasping cunt. She flopped her head from side to side, her blonde hair streaming across the green carpet. Walt twisted his head and caught a dancing nipple in his mouth. He sucked and tugged at the rigid protrusion, stretching Angie's vibrating tit.

Beth sucked Gabe's cock with eager, tongue-lapping strokes. She had really gotten the hang of it by that time, and she enjoyed it very much - especially when Gary's tongue was doing such wild things to her between the legs. He pushed in and out of her tight slit, licking up and down. He tickled her clitty until she wanted to scream. But how could she holler when her mouth was full of cock?

The only sounds she made were, "Ghaaagh... glaahhb... glaaaaahhh."

Gabe's shaft quivered between her stroking lips. His glans ballooned against her tongue. Suddenly he lurched, groaning - the only sound Beth had ever heard him utter - and his prick expelled a gushing torrent of warm, thick cream.

Beth gulped it down, the convulsive motions of her jaws compressing his cock and causing it to spurt more. She swallowed rapidly, enjoying the feel of the gooey semen gliding down her throat. It didn't have much taste, but there was a strong musky scent that filled her nostrils.

She raised her head and let Gabe's softening organ slip away.

Gary quickly stood in front of her, and she bent forward. He glided back his foreskin, releasing a gush of heady fragrance from his humid organ.

"Lick it first," he told Beth as her mouth came close.

She stuck out her pink tongue and licked the man's moist cockhead. His organ twitched with excitement as the little girl's tongue stroked it. Finally she had to grasp his shaft to hold it steady, because the knob kept bobbing away from her mouth.

She pursed her lips around the tip of Gary's prick, then gradually widened the O and let his entire cockhead glide into her warm, damp cove. Her mouth was barely large enough to accommodate the widest part of his glans as it slipped in, and her lips were still stretched considerably to encompass his shaft. This gave a thrilling sensation to the man, who was not used to such a tight mouth around his cock. But a greater thrill yet was to look down at Beth's little-girlish face as she eagerly sucked the sweet prick he had given her.

Angie got a glimpse of that as she flopped her head Beth's way, and she couldn't understand how her baby sister had gotten so sexy when she didn't even have hair on her cunt. But it was Angie's own cunt which claimed her principal attention, along with the rigid cock which was stroking rapidly in it. Her thrills mounted until finally all the tension within her burst and she vibrated wildly around Walt's bobbing prick. Her cunt clutched him hotly, seeming to trap his bulging cockhead deep within her. He jerked, letting go, and his liquid warmth spurted into the pit of her vagina.

When Angie sat up, her brain still lazily spinning, she watched her little sister rapidly pump her mouth up and down on Gary's rod. He let out a growl, and Angie saw him twitch. She knew Beth was taking his hot spurts into her mouth and throat. Some of the white stuff oozed out between Beth's lips and Gary's shaft to trickle down the little girl's chin. Angie watched her sister's throat work, gobbling most of the semen down.

Gary backed away, his cock withdrawing from Beth's mouth with a soggy pop! Her lips were wet. Whiteness could be seen between them, on her tongue, as she turned Angie's way. She swallowed again.

The full reality of all that had happened struck Angie, and she leaped up, titties bobbing.

"Come on!" she shrieked at Beth.

The younger girl was ready to leave by that time, and she got up to put on her swimsuit. Angie snatched the two pieces of her bikini off the floor.

"Come see us again, girls!" Walt said, and laughed.

"That's right," Gary echoed. "Any time."

Angie struggled into her bikini, first covering her bottom and golden mons, then her bulging breasts. She said nothing. Her face was rosy, and her hair was falling over her cheeks.

She was angry with the men but even angrier with herself for behaving like a slut. And as for Beth - that brat was to blame for it all!

But Angie had to admit that Beth wasn't just a stupid kid any longer. She had taught Angie a thing or two when it came to sex. They hurried out of the apartment with the men's laughter ringing in their ears. The girls said little to each other as they rode home on the bus. Angie kept sneaking glances at Beth. The older girl still had difficulty believing that her baby sister had done what she had seen her doing - sucking the cocks of two men and swallowing their cum. For that matter, Angie had difficulty believing she had sucked Walt's big cock.

Cocksucking was dirty. Only sluts and whores did it Angie had thought. But she had done it and had found it not bad. She had liked even better Walt's licking of her pussy, which was something Fred had never tried. He was going to have to get with it!

Beth was serene. She had enjoyed herself without letting the men hurt her. And how could she have done wrong when everything had felt so good? Her parents, Angie, everybody fooled around, so who were they to tell her not to?

The girls' parents planned to go out again that evening, this time not for drinking and fun but to some dull affair that had to do with their father's work. He and their mother were moaning about having to go.

"You girls aren't going to get into mischief while we're gone now, are you?" Shelley asked, as she clipped on an earring.

"Mother, how could we get into mischief at home alone?" Angie responded innocently.

"You are going to be alone, then?"

"Of course."

Shelley smiled proudly. "You're such good girls! What with all that's going on in the world - the dope and wild sex and all - your father and I are fortunate to have such nice daughters."

Angie smirked.

Beth turned away. Her mother's nicey-nice attitude was just too much.

As soon as the grown-ups had left, Angie told Beth, "I hope you aren't going to bug me tonight. Fred's coming over."

"When did you set that up?" Beth wanted to know.

"He called this afternoon. He was pissed off because I left the beach without saying anything to him."

"I'm sure you're not worried about your baby sister stealing your boyfriend," Beth said.

"I just don't want you around," Angie responded. "So stay up in your room, huh? Play some records or something. Better yet - go to bed early."

"You can't tell me where to go or what to do," Beth said firmly.

Angie glared at her. "You know something? You're just getting too big for your pants all of a sudden!"

"You're mad because I can act as grown-up as you do," Beth retorted. "But I'll go to my room... for awhile."

Angie gazed after her apprehensively as she trotted up the stairs.

In a few minutes the doorbell rang, and Angie hurried to answer it. Fred stood outside, dressed in slacks and a t-shirt. Angie let him in quickly.

She no sooner had closed the door before he pulled her into his arms. They kissed warmly, their tongues stroking. Angie could feel Fred's cock stir against her.

He broke the kiss before his rod fully rose.

"So, what happened with your kid sister at the beach today that made you two leave so quickly?" he asked. "And who was that guy you were talking to?"

"He was just a friend of our parents," Angie lied. "Then I remembered something I had to do at home."

The tall, bronzed lifeguard grinned. "Well, you won't be able to get away from me tonight. I've got no ocean to keep my eyes on. I can just look at you."

Angie took his hand and led him to the sofa. "Want a Coke or something?"

"I just want you," Fred said.

They sank to the couch, and he took her into his arms. He drew Angie toward him so that she was sitting on the side of one hip. As they kissed, he placed his hand on her bare leg just above the knee. It was a simple matter for him to push her skirt up as he caressed her smooth thigh, then to gain access to her panty-clad bottom. He stroked the plump cheeks of her ass, wobbling them in her silky briefs.

Angie heated up fast. She was never slow to respond, but after the sensuous time she'd spent in Gary's apartment, she was more receptive than usual. She had learned a few things that she was anxious to try out with Fred.

But it was going to be up to him to make the first move. He had been neglecting a very important part of lovemaking, she had learned today.

Angie's tongue tickled Fred's darting into his mouth, then withdrawing. He shoved his tongue between her lips, and she sucked on it. He squirmed and glided his hand up across the front of her dress. He clutched a bulging breast, thrilled to discover that Angie was braless. He pinched a stiffening nipple through her dress.

She was licking along Fred's lips, using her tongue more than usual. What had happened earlier in the day had caused her to think more about lips and tongues.

Fred lay back on the couch and pulled her forward on top of him. She could feel his hard cock sticking up in his clothes. He drew down the zipper on the back of her dress and brushed the garment off her shoulders. She propped herself on her arms, smiling down at him, and let her dress fall away. Her titties hung bare and beautiful, their pink nipples rigid with excitement.

Fred cupped her tits in his hands. Grinning pleasurably, he bounced and wiggled the responsive globes, which were elongated by her posture. He milked at her nipples.

Angie crawled higher on him, dropping a titty to his lips. Fred caught the stiff nipple and sucked on it. Angie rubbed her belly against him while wiggling her tit in his mouth.

Fred's hands glided down her back and discovered that her crawling had caused her skirt to creep back over her bottom. He flipped the skirt up once again and filled both hands with the sumptuous curves that stretched her light panties. His fingertips tickled her ass-crack through her briefs. He stroked and patted her bottom, enjoying the way it jiggled in her silk panties.

All the while, his cock throbbed. It was painfully constricted between their bodies, imprisoned by his clothes.

Angie wanted to let his cock out. She wanted to play a lot with that stiff, exciting thing this evening. But first, Fred was going to have to do something very nice for her.

She crawled farther forward until the front of her pink panties was right above his face.

"Hey, what's this?" he asked playfully, and clutched her ass, pulling her against his mouth.

As he kissed her through the front of her briefs, Angie thrilled. But he was kissing just below her belly button, not where it would do her the most good. She tried to wiggle higher yet.

"Just what are you up to?" he asked, grasping her silken sheathed hips and holding her above him.

"Kiss me there!" Angie blurted. "Kiss me all over!"

"You're getting some pretty wild ideas," Fred said, still holding her away from his face. He seemed embarrassed.

Angie swung off him and stood next to the sofa, right by his face. She held her skirt wantonly up around her waist. "Take off my panties," she said.

"With pleasure," Fred replied, and swung around to sit straddling her legs. He ran his hands up the back of her bare thighs and onto her panties. He hefted her lusciously curved buttocks and rubbed them against each other. His fingers crept up to hook around the elastic at the top of her pants.

Angie's excitement mounted as he slowly pulled her pink panties down. The clump of golden fluff on her mons appeared. Fred pulled her panties lower, and he got a teasing view of her slit through the curly hairs. Her panties clung between her thighs causing them to turn inside out as Fred hauled the top of them farther down. Angie moved her legs a little way apart, and the pants skidded down past her knees. She lifted one leg, then the other, and let Fred take her panties off.

He had been ogling her wiggly slit through this process, glimpsing more of it when she raised each thigh. He tossed her panties away.

Angie moved very close to him. She took hold of his blond, bushy head and pushed it down, smacking his mouth against her bare belly.

Fred licked around, between her belly button and her fluff. He held her asscheeks in his hands. His fingertips crept into her warm, satiny crack, tickling her in an exciting way as he wiggled her buttocks. Angie pushed down on his head, causing his mouth to skid into the curls at the top of her pussy.

He quickly sat up.

"What's the matter?" Angie asked.

"Nothing." Fred was embarrassed again. "I was just kissing kind of low there."

"Not too low for me," Angie said.

Fred's embarrassment turned to anger. "What do you expect - that I'm gonna kiss your cunt?"

Color flared in Angie's cheeks, and she backed up. While she was forming a caustic reply in her mind, a younger feminine voice spoke from the doorway:

"I'll bet I can get Fred to kiss me down there," Beth said boldly and stepped forward, stark naked.

Angie was aghast. "Get back to your room this minute!" she exclaimed.

Beth dismissed the order with, "What do you think you're talking to, some kid?"

Smiling at Fred, she knelt in front of him. His eyes all but popped from his face as he took in her sleek ten-year old body with its mere nubbins for breasts and no hair at all. He gazed down at the cute little bump between her thighs and the top of her very tight slit, barely visible.

As Angie stared, shocked to the quick by her baby sister's bold intrusion, Beth leaned forward and unzipped Fred's slacks. Her childish hand dipped into his fly and brought out a prick which was long and stiff, and pink-headed. The slit at the tip of his cock was wet.

"Heyyyyy, wow!" Fred exclaimed.

"BETH!" Angie shrieked, and stamped her foot, causing her titties to bounce up and down.

Smiling faintly with a confidence beyond her years, Beth bent forward and stuck out her little tongue. She fluttered the dainty pink organ against the tip of Fred's upthrust prick.

"AAAHHHHHRGH!" he groaned pleasurably, for this was the first time he had ever had his cock licked. His super-stiff pecker twitched in wild excitement.

Beth caught the tip of his glans between her soft lips and glided them over the rosy crown, widening her little mouth until it was stretched to the maximum as the fattest part of Fred's organ popped inside. She clasped her lips snugly in the groove just behind his cockhead.

"Ooooh, Jesus!" Fred husked, grasping the head of the young girl.

Angie was still staring at the incredible scene, not knowing what to do. Beth had just taken over, seeming to steal Angie's boyfriend completely. All his attention was wrapped up in her as she ardently sucked his cock, gliding her lips up and down on his shaft, which her saliva had turned slippery.

Angie watched her baby sister's throat work as she drank down the bland fluid which oozed from the tip of Fred's aroused prick. He was caressing her short, girlish hairdo. One hand glided down her front to twiddle her baby-pink tits.

"NO!" Angie cried, and rushed forward. Grasping her sister fiercely, she pulled her away from Fred's lap, causing his prick to flip out of her mouth and bob quiveringly, sticking up toward the ceiling.

Doing the only thing she could do to win back the young man's full attention, Angie dropped to her knees where Beth had been. She grasped his bristling cock and pointed it toward her pink lips. She glided her mouth down over his slick glans.

"AAAHGH!" Fred rasped, and his hips lurched, driving his prick deeper into Angie's warm, wet mouth.

She began to suck him fiercely, gliding her encircling lips up and down on his spit-slick rod. Now it was Beth's turn to watch while Fred stared down at Angie's bobbing head, enjoying the wonderful thrills she was giving him as her soft, clasping lips skidded repeatedly across the sensitive ridge of his corona. She went her baby sister one better by reaching into his pants and bringing out his balls. She played with those blond-fuzzed baubles as she pumped her mouth on his prick.

Beth decided she could still fulfill the prediction she had made when she had entered the room. She jumped up and stood on the sofa. Fred turned his head to stare at her as she edged along the cushions and straddled his lap. This placed her cute, hairless pussy right in front of his face.

Fred grasped her around the bottom, finding its cheeks smaller and firmer that Angie's. When he didn't pull her toward his face right away, Beth just shoved her hips forward, bracing herself on the wall behind the sofa. Her smooth little cunt smacked against Fred's mouth.

What else could he do but kiss it? Intent though Angie was upon the sucking of Fred's cock, she nevertheless became aware of someone above her. Releasing her boyfriend's prick and looking up, she found herself staring into the V of Beth's thighs where Fred was doing with her what he had refused to do with Angie: His lips had wrapped themselves almost wholly around her baby sister's pouty little cunt, as if he were going to chew it up and swallow it.

Beth was grinding her pussy between Fred's lips. His tongue was tickling her slit. Thrills raced through her. She grasped Fred's head and ruffled his thick blond hair.

Infuriated, Angie scrambled to her feet. She looped an arm around Beth's waist and yanked the precocious girl off the sofa. She took Beth's place, as she earlier had done on the floor.

Fred was so worked up by that time, and his inhibitions had been so weakened, that he grasped Angie and pulled her to his mouth. His tongue wiggled into her blonde nest, forcing the wet lips of her pussy apart, and he began to lick wildly up and down her clit.

Angie forgave her baby sister everything as luscious thrills powered through her. She didn't even care that Beth was kneeling between Fred's knees and had seized his cock in her mouth. She was working the snug elastic circle of her lips up and down, up and down, on his bone-hard, quivering organ.

The little girl was so excited that she needed only a squirt from Fred's hot prick to bring her satisfaction. She sucked him wildly, trying to make him shoot as soon as possible.

This produced an unplanned benefit for her sister, because Fred licked Angie's cunt all the wilder. His tongue plunged deep into her steamy swamp of flesh, as he breathed in its musky fragrance, even enjoying her twat's tangy taste. He poked his tongue into Angie's cunt-hole and lapped upward across her quivering clit. He slurped her flowing juices. She placed her palms over his ears and shot her fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Fred was bouncing his ass on the sofa as Beth's stripping lips all but pulled his cock out by its roots. His balls churned heatedly. He twisted Angie's ass for dear life, smearing her feast of cunt-flesh against his mouth as he licked and slurped and tongue-fucked her, all at the same time. She quivered and squealed. Fred blubbered into her wet meat. Beth glugged around her mouthful of big, juicy cock.

Suddenly, as if a dam had burst to inundate the entire room, an orgasmic wave swept the three lovers as they clutched one another. Angie's honey flowed onto Fred's tongue, trickling down his throat, while his lust spurted into Beth's sucking mouth. She gulped it eagerly, setting off a trembling climax within herself.

Angie hugged Fred to her belly. His mouth had thrilled her even more intensely than Walt's had done.

Beth was blissfully satisfied as she licked Fred's cock up and down, finally letting it flop away, turning soft. It seemed that all she needed to feel perfect was a shot of warm, thick man- cream into her mouth and throat. She saw no reason to ever let herself be fucked.


The sun was rising in a cloudless sky when the girls arrived at the beach the next day. They spread their blanket on the sand and stretched out.

Angie lay on her belly and loosened the tie of her bikini top. Her back formed an undulating plane from her golden hair to the top of her red polka-dotted bikini pants. At that point the plane rose and divided into hemispherical buttocks which were not quite completely covered by the skimpy cloth. Each time Angie moved, those tempting rondures quivered. She lay on the rubbery, rounded pillows of her breasts, and when she raised herself a bit those pillows elongated, wholly revealed except for their bristled tips.

Beth lay on her back, looking away from the sun, which hadn't yet reached the noon position. She daydreamed about the fun she'd been having and looked forward to more of the same.

If it had been up to her, she would have made immediately for Gary's apartment. But Angie didn't want to do that.

"Let them chase us," she said, wiser in the girl-and-boy game than her sister.

She also had been thinking about Fred and had chosen a spot on the beach midway between the lifeguard's tower, where Fred perched, and the white, two-story house where Gary lived.

Play them off against one another, she thought, including Gary's friends in the picture.

Fred had glanced in the girl's direction and had waved, showing them that he recognized them. But he hadn't left his tower to walk over. He wasn't supposed to do that while he was on duty.

Angie expected to get him over before the day was much older- -that is, if Gary or any of his friends showed up.

Beth was hoping someone would appear soon. She hadn't brought her dolls to the beach that day, and it was dull just lying under the sun and listening to the lapping sea.

After awhile, hairy legs approached the girl's blanket and stopped.

"Why didn't you come to the apartment?" Gary asked, grinning down.

"We don't chase guys," Angie replied indifferently.

"I wanted to come," Beth said.

"I'll bet you did," Gary murmured, squatting beside her and running his fingertips along one of her slender thighs.

Pleasant tingles scampered over the young girl's skin.

Walt appeared and squatted next to Angie.

"Where's your other friend?" Beth asked Gary, glancing about.

"Oh, Gabe? He's bashful. He stayed back at the apartment."

"Is there something the matter with him?" Beth asked. "I mean he never talks."

"He's mute. Outside of that, he's okay. Didn't you think so?"

"I like him very much," Beth said.

Gary stretched out beside her. Walt dropped onto the blanket between the two girls. Both men seemed more interested in Beth than in Angie.

The older girl became vexed. Glancing quickly around, to make sure no one else was near, she sat up, letting the bikini top fall away.

The sight of her luscious tits sticking out, bare and beautiful, distracted Walt's attention from Beth.

When it came to breasts, Beth offered no competition, Angie thought. However, Gary continued to look at the younger girl and caress her, ignoring her big sister completely.

Walt reached out, wrapped a brown hand around one of Angie's thrusting tits and squeezed, causing the pink nipple to jut further forward than before. He brought his mouth to the enticing crest and began taking slow, gliding sucks. He let the nipple pop out of his mouth each time, so that he could see it gleaming wet and rosy in the sun before he recaptured it.

Lazy thrills spread through Angie, enhancing the sun's warmth. She began to get moist between her legs.

She drew her well-sucked titty away from Walt and fed him the other one. He licked and sucked at it, palming and rolling its damp twin.

Gary had dropped his head to Beth's thighs and was licking along them, giving her much pleasure. She wished he would remove her bathing suit, right there in the open.

Angie cast a glance at the lifeguard tower while Walt played with her tits. Sure enough - Fred was staring in their direction, having momentarily abandoned his sea-watching duty. But he hadn't come down from his perch.

It will do him good to have some competition, Angie thought. What she meant was, it would do her good. Or so she hoped.

She didn't notice that her baby sister had begun boldly caressing the front of Gary's swimtrunks while he licked and stroked her sleek, tingly form. Angie didn't want things to go too far on the open beach.

Nature being what it was, however, and her baby sister being naive and virtually free of inhibitions, the situation quickly got out of hand. When Beth pushed Gary's trunks down, exposing the rigid stalk of his penis, he immediately pushed her head down to it. The ten-year old eagerly started sucking cock, in full view of the world.

Abashed, Angie glanced about. The world, except for the four persons on the blanket, was at a safe distance away, she concluded. She didn't think about the fact that many persons owned binoculars - even telescopes, in some of the houses along the beach. Fred had a pair of binoculars at the top of his tower.

Walt, after getting a glimpse of Beth going down on Gary, pulled the tie on the remaining half of Angie's bikini set. She clutched at the sliding fabric as Walt tugged it. But he was too strong for her, and she found herself clutching a handful of hair and her fatty little mons.

"Are you crazy?" she asked. "We can't do this out here!"

"The shit we can't!" Walt said. "Huh, Gary?"

"Man, I won't make this little witch stop," Gary replied passionately, indicating Beth who was bobbing her head on his cock.

Walt attempted to scramble on top of Angie. She quickly rolled over and tried to crawl away. The effort at escape proved futile, for all Walt had to do was push against the small of her back and flatten the nude girl on the blanket.

Not flatten, exactly. Nothing about Angie was flat.

Especially not her bottom.

Walt gazed at the lush rondures of pale, satiny flesh which quivered as Angie struggled against his arm that held her down. He passed his free hand across the vibrating half-moons, finding them firm but springy - just the way a girl's ass should be.

Walt spanked one of her buttocks, making a sharp, erotic sound. The buttock shook. Angie yelped from the sting.

The naked man spanked her other ass-cheek, and watched the gelatinous flesh jump. He spanked both buttocks at the same time, getting double the thrill and response.

Beth was so engrossed in sucking Gary's cock that she wasn't aware of what Walt was doing to her sister. Though Gary could see them, his attention was centered in the warm, moist lips of the ten-year old which glided snugly up and down across the super-sensitive ridge of his cock.

This left Angie entirely at Walt's mercy. He swung around and knelt astride her legs. This kept her from getting away, and he had her beautiful bottom right in front of him, to do with as he willed.

First he bracketed her plump ass-cheeks in his hands, extending his fingers upward along their flanks and his thumbs along the creases beneath her buttocks. He rolled the rubbery mounds against each other, watching the crack between them wiggle.

Angie felt humiliated to have her bottom played with like that, especially out in the open, though the foursome on the blanket still had that part of the beach to themselves. She couldn't get away from Walt, nor even strike at him from her belly-down position.

The aroused Latin jiggled his thumbs against the meaty lower portions of Angie's ass-cheeks. This caused her fleshy mounds to quiver rhythmically, and it opened and closed her crack just enough to let her tight little asshole wink into view.

Angie's humiliation increased.

Walt quit jiggling her ass and merely patted it, making her buttocks shiver against his stroking hand. His cock was poking hard against the interior of his swimtrunks.

He bowed his head and began to lick Angie's buttocks.

Oh, my goodness, what's he doing to me? she thought. He could fuck me or make me suck his cock. Why is he fooling around BACK THERE?

His licking of her bottom embarrassed her, but it stimulated her at the same time. She was getting all warm and woozy. Soon he began to wiggle her bottom against the man's face, which caused his gliding tongue to skid very close to her ass-crack.

Walt was heady with excitement. The sixteen-year old's ass had turned him on strongly. Casting all inhibitions aside, he thrust his moist tongue into the wiggly crack between her buttocks.

Angie gasped as she felt the man lick her asshole.

Nasty, nasty! she thought. But she loved it.

She tilted her ass upward and spread her knees so that her crack opened wider. She thrust her hot asshole against the man's swabbing tongue.

Walt quivered all over as he licked the adorable dimple between the girl's satiny buttocks. The little puckers that radiated from the tight slit tickled his tongue. Angie's warm buttocks vibrated against his cheeks. He let his saliva drool against her anus, then with his tongue he pushed the moisture into the tiny crevice.

Oh, is he going to...? Angie wondered wildly.

"Wow!" she exclaimed when he did it, pushing his wet tongue right up her asshole.

Her circular muscle relaxed voluptuously to let his tongue glide through. It felt wonderful, even though her anal ring was stretched as he forced his tongue deeper and deeper. His mouth moisture softened and slackened her tissues. She had never felt so loose!

Walt pulled his tongue from her ass and lifted his head. Crouching behind the beautiful girl, he pushed down his swim- trunks and let his cock leap free. Someone was walking up the beach toward them, but Walt wasn't about to let anything interfere with what he intended to do. Clutching his cock, he guided it into the crack of Angie's ass.

She realized what was going to happen only when Walt began to push his prick against her moistened nest of puckers. By then it was too late to stop him.

All Angie could do was to raise her head and holler as his cock forced her asshole wide open and started gliding in. It felt as if a red-hot log were being rammed up her butt. The pain eased somewhat after Walt's bulging glans popped into her channel and her sphincter contracted around the stem of his cock. Grinding and pushing, he sank his hot cock deeper and deeper into the girl's virgin asshole.

Her hollering caused Beth to raise her head from Gary's prick, and she stared at Walt's shaft sticking into Angie the wrong way. The ten-year old was shocked.

That must hurt even worse that a regular fucking! she thought. It sure doesn't pay for a girl to let a man get his thing between her legs at all!

Beth went back to sucking Gary's prick with a vengeance. She wanted to keep him so interested in her mouth that he wouldn't even think of fucking.

Angie's eyes had misted with a sudden gush of tears when Walt painfully jammed his cock up her ass. But now that the pain was easing and her tight rectum was adjusting itself to the monstrous foreign bulk, she was able to see again.

What she saw appalled her:

Approaching on the beach, not twenty yards away by that time, was a bare-chested man in walking shorts. He had gray hair and was squinting against the sun's glare at what was happening on the blanket. He looked as if he had difficulty believing his eyes.

It was impossible to tell whether he was more shocked by the sight of a young girl, not yet at the age of puberty, pumping her mouth up and down on the cock of a thirty-year old man... or by the picture of a teenaged blonde spread out frog-like, getting her ass fucked by a swarthy Latin.

The passerby hesitated, obviously torn between just standing and watching, doing something to stop the shocking display, or going on with his walk as if he had seen nothing. Angie stared at him through wide eyes as Walt pumped his prick in and out of her clasping anus, driving fire deep into her guts. Walt glared at the gray-haired man. Gary insolently grinned at him as Beth just kept bobbing her head, oblivious to the fact that she was being observed.

Finally the beach-roamer walked on, finding the going more difficult with an iron bar in his shorts.

He was not the only one to observe the shocking spectacle on the blanket. Fred had lifted his binoculars and trained them on the young girls and their adult boyfriends. His prick stuck up like a spike as the glasses revealed in stunning detail the buggery and fellatio being committed on the beach over which he had jurisdiction. Worse than that, his girlfriend and her baby sister were involved. This filled Fred with anger, and he wanted to intervene. But two husky older men would be more than a match for him, he feared, and anyway it didn't look as if Angie or Beth wanted help. They seemed to be getting everything they wanted, without his assistance.

By that time, Angie was grinding her ass pleasurably around the pumping prick that stretched her anus. Beth had let Gary's cock escape from her mouth and was darting her moist little tongue up and down it.

"Come on - get out of your swimsuit and sit on my face!" he husked.

Beth was quick to comply, because that sounded like a great new thrill. As she peeled her suit away, Gary thrilled once again to the sight of her little-girlish body, without so much as a wisp of hair and with such barely budding breasts as to be scarcely noticeable. Her tiny, velvet pussy was the cutest he had ever seen.

He guided her to straddle his head, facing his loins from which his cock towered. She immediately clutched the big, tasty bone and stuck it back into her mouth while settling her sweet crotch over Gary's face. He held her trim buttocks between his hands and licked her precious little cunt. His prick throbbed delightedly in her mouth.

"Oooh! Oooh! Oooh!" Angie cried as Walt drove his hard dick up her ass. His belly patted against her buttocks. His balls swung against her cunt.

It was wild getting fucked the wrong way, Angie decided. She wasn't yet sure if she really liked it, because the pressure remained intense. But it certainly was a thrill. Without her pussy having been penetrated, she felt herself approaching a climax.

Walt fucked her upflung butt harder. His prick fairly flew in and out of her tight, rippling asshole. His balls bunched up. His eyes rolled back. He clutched Angie's ass as he pumped his prick into it.

Beth's tight mouth was bobbing just as fast on Gary's cock. His tongue was briskly stroking her pussy, drawing precious droplets of honey. He was tickling her tiny clit, making it throb.

A burst of sweet sensation shook Beth, and she champed hard on Gary's cock. He groaned, spurting upward into her mouth. She gobbled at his semen, but some of it escaped her, dribbling down his shaft.

Walt's prick twitched deep in Angie's ass, and he let loose a torrent of gushing lust which warmed her bowels and set her to trembling. The orgasm spread until her entire body was consumed by quaking frenzy. Even her pussy spasmed, with no prick inside it. Her hard clit tingled.

She fell utterly limp on the blanket, Walt's cock still sticking deep between her buttocks.

Cooing softly, Beth licked the spilled cream from the sides of Gary's prick. Finally she pursed her soft lips around the tip of his organ and sucked up the final drop or two of his precious fluid.

High on his tower, Fred was stroking his prick in his trunks, holding his binoculars in the other hand and watching the tableau on the blanket. If anyone had called for help in the ocean, they would have been out of luck.


"Angie, how does it feel when a guy sticks his cock into you?" Beth asked her older sister that night.

"It feels super!" Angie said. "That's why you've got a hole down there between your legs, silly."

Angie was stretched out, belly down, on her bed, and the younger girl was standing beside it. Beth had just entered the room.

"I don't have a hole between my legs," Beth said. "Not really. I mean, the hole hasn't been opened yet."

"Well, a prick will take care of that. But you're pretty young for it."

"I'm afraid to let a guy fuck me," Beth said.

"Well, just keep fooling around with them like you're been doing - sucking their cocks and letting them lick you between the legs - and pretty soon you'll find yourself spread out with a guy's dick ramming at that baby slit of yours. Then you'll be fucked whether you like it or not."

"Doesn't it hurt?"

"It hurt the first time," Angie admitted. "But that was over soon enough, and then it just felt good. I thinks pricks are the best things in the world!"

"How about this afternoon," Beth inquired, "when Walt stuck his prick up your asshole? How did that feel?"

"Oooooh, wow!" Angie exclaimed. "It hurt like hell for awhile."

"But then did you like it?"

"Yeah, I got to digging it pretty good."

"Would you let him do it again?"

"I probably couldn't stop him," Angie said with an excited little shudder.

"Guys are real fierce sometimes," her baby sister observed. "They kind of scare me. Even Daddy..." She stopped, realizing she had let something slip.

"Daddy what?" Angie asked, pushing up onto her elbows and looking at Beth intently.

"Nothing." The ten-year old turned away.

Angie bounded to her feet. "No. I want you to tell me. What did Daddy do?"

"I shouldn't tell."

"Did Daddy get funny with you?"

Beth blinked at her older sister. "No, of course not."

"Then what were you going to say?"

"Oh, I suppose it's all right to tell you. The other night I sneaked downstairs after Mommy and Daddy came home late. They'd been drinking. I watched while they were fooling around."

"You didn't!" Angie was shocked.

"Well, what harm did it do? Anyway, they shouldn't have been making out right in the living room."

"What did you see?" Angie's eyes were aglow with interest.

"I watched Daddy take Mommy's clothes off," Beth said. "And then she took out his stiff prick. He's got skin right down to the end of it, like Gary."

"For goodness sake!" exclaimed Angie. "Well... go on!"

"Then Daddy got down and started kissing Mommy between the legs. She really dug it!"

Angie grinned. "I guess so! Then what?"

"Daddy tried to get Mommy to suck his thing. But she wouldn't. So he got mad. He got kind of rough with her."

"What did he do?"

"He pushed Mommy onto her stomach, across an arm of the sofa, and he fucked her from in back, the way Walt fucked you today," Beth said. "But not up her asshole. Just in the regular place."

"Wow," Angie exclaimed. "You watched all that?"

"Sure. That's what made me so afraid of getting fucked. It looked so fierce, as if it would really hurt a girl."

"Was Mother complaining?"

Beth giggled. "Gosh, no! She grooved on it."

"Well, there you are," Angie said with a shrug. "I like it, too. So will you, as soon as you get over the first hurt. Of course, I'm not going to tell you to let a guy do it. Mother would kill me."

"If I did let a guy," Beth asked slowly, "do you think I might have a baby?"

"You're probably too young," Angie said. "But to be on the safe side, you might start taking birth control pills like I do."

"I still don't think I want to let a guy do it to me," Beth remarked.

"Well, you will sooner or later. And like I said, if you keep sucking their cocks and letting them fool around with you, it's going to happen, sure as the sun comes up in the morning."

"Who do you think I should let fuck me first?" Beth asked, looking at her big sister earnestly.

"Jesus, I told you I can't give you any go-ahead. You're awfully young."

"I'm old enough, I'll bet!" Beth declared. She always resented it when she was told she couldn't do something her big sister did, just because she was younger.

"Well, if you let a guy screw you, you're on your own! Don't go sniveling to Mother or Dad that it was my fault - understand?"

"Ooh shit, Angie!" Beth said. "You've got nothing to do with it."

"Great! See that you remember that."

"What if I let Fred fuck me?" Beth suggested. "Would you mind?"

"I certainly would!" Angie retorted vehemently. "He's my boyfriend!"

"Well, you've been screwin' around with Walt, and he's one of my friends."

"He's a full-grown man, for cripe's sake!"

"So what? He's still a friend of mine."

"Then let him be the one, if you're dead set on letting it happen."

"I'm afraid of him," Beth said. "He's pretty rough."

"How about Gary?"

"Well... maybe. He's nice. But I think Gabe would be gentler."

"You mean, that weird one that can't talk?"

"He isn't weird!" Beth maintained. "He's sweet. Anyway, I feel kind of sorry for him."

"So you're going to give him your sweet little cherry? Well, lots of luck!"

"Ooh, Angie, you're no help!" Beth turned toward the door.

"That's right," Angie said. "I don't want to help you lose your virginity at the age of ten. That's too fucking young!"

Beth stomped from the room and slammed the door behind her. Too young... too young! That's all she had heard, since as long ago as she could remember. She was too young for this, too young for that. Maybe she would just show Angie and everyone that she wasn't too young to get fucked, if she wanted to let it happen.

Her curiosity was driving her in that direction, even though she feared it.

Maybe if Gabe was real gentle with her, she thought, it wouldn't hurt so bad. And after the first time it would be fun, according to Angie. Beth had a lot to think about that night. The girls went to the beach again the next day. Beth had located her mother's birth control pills that morning and had taken one, so she felt secure as far as not having a baby was concerned. All she had to worry about was the hurt. And that was a big worry. Still strong in her mind were the images of her mother, spread over the arm of the sofa, getting rammed from the rear by Daddy... and of Angie getting it from both front and rear by Walt, who seemed like some kind of wild animal when he fucked. Beth wondered how she could ever take that. But how could she go on without getting it, either, admitting she was too young while the rest of the world screwed around? When she and Angie arrived at the beach, the older girl went to see Fred, feeling she had neglected him the day before. This left Beth free to wander over to Gary's apartment. She had made up her mind that if Gabe wasn't there, nothing special would happen. If he was there, maybe.

She rapped at the door. Gary answered it and beamed when he saw her.

"Hey, it's my little princess. Come in."

"Are you alone?" Beth asked, hesitating. She was trying to act very mature.

"Yeah, I am," Gary said. He wore slacks and a sport shirt.

"Well, maybe I'd better come back later." Beth turned to go.

"Hey, wait a minute!" Gary grabbed her arm. "You're not afraid to be alone with me, are you?"

"Why should I be afraid?"

"That's right. Why should you? Well, what's the problem, then? You like me, don't you, Beth?"

"Sure."

"Then come in."

Beth entered, and the man shut the door. She decided that she would only have to suck him as she had done before. That was fun, and he seemed to like it.

"Want a Coke or something?" he asked.

"No, thanks."

"You seem like a young lady with something very serious on her mind," Gary observed.

Beth smiled. "Not really."

"Want to have fun?"

A little tingle went through the ten-year old. "Why not?"

"Then let's get out of our clothes."

That was quickly accomplished. Beth no longer had any bashfulness. Gary admired her trim body, and his cock came right up.

"You expect the other guys to come by later?" Beth asked, trying to make it sound casual.

"Gabe probably will. Walt's got a job."

"Oh."

"Hey, what's all this interest in the other fellows? I'm here."

Gary paraded his stiff prick over to her, and Beth stared at it, both admiring and fearing. Maybe she could let him fuck her, she thought. But she would feel better about letting Gabe do it. If he was going to stop by, why not wait?

Gary knelt on the floor in front of Beth and wrapped his hands around her firm little buttocks. He began to kiss and lick her pussy.

That felt very good.

How nice it would be, Beth thought, if there were nothing more than just that sucking.

Gary's tongue stroked moistly along the quivery inner slopes of her slender thighs, then back onto her puffy little slit - as much as he could reach of it while she was standing - and finally up to tickle her baby tits.

He rose and picked her up in his arms. "Let's do it the right way today," he said, carrying her into the bedroom.

"Why do we have to go in here?" Beth asked, alarmed.

"Because we can be more comfortable on the bed," Gary replied, placing her down on it. "And because today I want to teach you all there is to know." His voice roughened slightly. "I want to give you even more pleasure."

"What do you mean?" Beth asked as she lay on her back, staring up at him.

He was kneeling beside her, running a hand along her sleek body. "Today we're going to fuck," he said. "Doesn't that sound exciting?"

A believer in thought transference would have concluded that because Beth had had fucking on her mind, Gary had picked it up. But a more logical explanation would have been that fucking was a natural outgrowth of their relationship and was, in fact, long overdue; and the circumstances that day were ideal for it, with the two of them alone in the apartment.

"I don't want to fuck!" Beth exclaimed, and tried to sit up.

Gary held her down, gently but firmly. "It's the biggest kick of all," he said, his voice husky. "Take my word, you'll dig it."

"Ooh, Gary, just let me suck your cock!" Beth pleaded. "I like that so much!"

She grasped his big prick and began to pump her hand on it, rolling the foreskin up and down across the ridge of his glans.

Gary straightened on his knees and watched her small hand stroke up and down around his thrusting column. It was an exciting sight, and the feel was even better. He couldn't ask the little girl to stop.

She sat up next to him, continuing to stroke his cock.

When she bowed her head and began licking the tip of his pecker, Gary was had. His cock quivered happily against Beth's stroking tongue. How could he ask for more when she was so eager to do this?

The front door of the apartment opened and Beth sat up.

"Who's that?" Gary called, obviously annoyed that the cock- licking had been interrupted.

Gabe ambled into the bedroom. Only swim trunks adorned his lanky frame.

"Get back to it!" Gary told Beth, and tried to push her head down.

She slid off the bed and walked over to Gabe. He smiled at her.

In her little-girlish impetuosity, she didn't think about the danger of frustrating Gary. She suddenly had made up her mind to take the big step, and Gabe was the one she wanted to do it with. She wanted to do it right then, while the urge was strong within her. If she waited, she might chicken out.

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked Gabe.

The tall, tow-headed mute was thrilled.

Gary was amazed, then angered. But he played it cool. He watched, not saying a word, as Gabe grinned and shucked off his trunks. Beth sank to the carpeted floor. Lying on her back, she spread her legs wide open.

Gabe's prick was up by the time he landed on his knees. He gazed with delight at Beth's hairless pussy, which was like a little roll of velvet, tightly slitted.

"Be gentle," she murmured, as she stared at him through limpid eyes.

He bent and began to lick her.

Gary burned. But Beth had made her choice, and he couldn't forcibly toss Gabe aside. All he could do was to watch, with his prick sticking up, and content himself with seconds perhaps. He had wanted very much to take the little girl's cherry.

Gabe's moist tongue stroked her pussy, spreading a glaze of saliva over the delicious morsel. His hands traveled over her body, brushing her stiff nipples. Beth lifted her legs, because it felt good to hold them up in the air, wide apart. But after awhile this became tiring, and she rested them on Gabe's shoulders.

His tongue was really getting to her by that time, gently prying open the smooth petals of her baby cunt. His saliva drooled inside, mixing with her own natural juices. Her pussy tingled. If she had ever felt like getting fucked, it was then.

Gabe's tongue tickled her hot little clit and stroked the very small mouth of her vagina. He ran the tip of his oral organ around that slick orifice, softening and moistening the gateway to paradise. Very carefully, the sensitive young man thrust his tongue into the opening, so that the channel spread just a bit.

Beth thought she had an inkling of what it would feel like when his cock came thrusting in - and it was good. A rush of voluptuous sensation convinced her that she wanted to be penetrated, and as quickly as possible.

She began to stir restlessly against Gabe's cautious oral explorations.

Gary watched all this, wishing he were in the mute's place. His frustration and bitterness increased. He didn't blame Beth - what did she know? Gabe was the one at fault, Gary felt, for taking over his girl in his bedroom. After all, hadn't he brought Beth to the apartment the first time? Hadn't he carefully guided her along to this moment of culmination, only to have the supreme thrill snatched from him by Gabe?

Somehow he would find a way to get back at that son of a bitch, he vowed.

Gabe raised his head and crawled forward to spread his rangy body over the slender form of the little girl. This was Beth's first time to be mounted, and her fear rose. She felt helpless. Suddenly she wondered if she wanted to go through with the fucking after all.

But she realized that it was too late to back out. Gabe's prick was poking at her tender little cunt, trying to find the way into it.

Beth was afraid to breathe. She lay perfectly still. Her heart pounded.

Gabe's tentative pokes at her pussy became more demanding as his lust increased. He wiggled his rod against her softest part. He pushed.

Beth felt her tender flesh being spread by his thrust. What was pushing into her was much bulkier than a tongue. Her pussy lips were forced so wide apart that they felt as if they might snap from the strain.

Then suddenly there was a sharp hurt as Gab