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(Mbg, extreme-ped, reluc, inc, mast, oral) *** Author's Note: This is an erotic story involving adults and children. If you don't want to read such a thing, don't. If it's illegal for you to read it whoever and wherever you are, I don't really care. Don't read it, or don't get caught. Either way, that's your problem. This is my story. It may be freely distributed and reposted to free sites, or the free areas of pay sites, so long as authorship is properly credited and these introductory paragraphs are included. If you can find someone silly enough to pay you for this story and you steal it for that purpose, well, mazel tov and fuck you. This story is F-I-C-T-I-O-N. No actual children or adults or anything were involved in its production. What part of "made up" don't you understand? Intelligent feedback gratefully accepted at rufusfugit at yahoo dot com. Stupid feedback and flames to /dev/null. *** The Next Morning I woke the next morning with the sun in my eyes and a light breeze blowing across me. I had picked our campout site to be hidden from the road uphill, and a good thing: I was naked on my back with two naked children, ten-year-old Joseph and his eight-year-old sister Rebecca, cuddled against me with their hands cupping my penis and testicles. My cock, my stomach, their hands, faces and hair were all adorned with clumps and crusty trails of dried semen. My left hip and thigh were sticky where Rebecca had been humping her bald little pussy against me during the night. Our pajamas were scattered all around us on the blankets. Even in the fresh morning air the smell of cum and sweaty sex filled my nostrils. I stretched a little and Joseph opened his eyes. He was a much lighter sleeper than his sister. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I greeted him. "How are you?" He knuckled his eye, grimacing a bit at the feel of the cum crusting his face. He answered, "Good," but it was perfunctory. It appeared I had a little repair work to do. He had certainly enjoyed the first part of last night, when I got his little sister to jerk him off and blow him to two dry orgasms, and he even got to fingerbang her a little. The second part, when I made him suck my cock and came in his mouth and all over his face - not so much. "Are you sure? It got kinda freaky there last night at the end, didn't it? You were great, though. I loved the way you sucked on my wiener." That wasn't true, actually, his little sister was way better at fellatio than he was. The eight-year-old girl had almost deep- throated me, slurping up as much of my cock as her mouth would fit with enthusiasm, while Joseph had barely held the tip between his lips. Anyway, that wasn't the praise Joseph wanted. "But...that's GAY!" he burst out. "There's this kid at school, everyone calls him a fag all the time. I'm not gay!" Ah. "Sh, sh, it's ok. Look, in the first place, no one's going to tease you about this because no one's going to know about it. Unless you tell, and you're not going to tell, are you?" He shook his head vigorously. "In the second place, just because you like your wiener sucked doesn't make you gay. Your wiener doesn't care whether it's a boy mouth or a girl mouth sucking on it, it just knows it feels good. Hey, like this!" And with that I rolled the ten-year-old onto his back, pushed his legs apart and dived between them to engulf his entire flaccid little peter and hairless ballsack. Holding his thighs spread and pinned to the ground I tongued him roughly, feeling him engorge and stiffen in my mouth. As I started slurping up and down the length of his boycock and nibbling gently at the head, I stroked my palms up across his stomach to his chest where I played with his little nipples. They stiffened under my touch and his legs came up and wrapped around my shoulders, his heels resting on my back. I looked up at his face. Just that quickly his eyes had glazed over with pleasure. His face was getting red and his hips were starting to hump up at my mouth. So I stopped. I placed my hands flat on his chest and pursed my lips tight to pull off his boner with a loud pop. "Unless you want me to stop...because it's all GAAAAAAY!" I said with heavy sarcasm. Joseph shook his head as if coming out of a trance. "Nuh...no, don't stop!" "Don't stop, what? What am I doing?" "You're sucking my wiener. Don't stop sucking my wiener!" "Why should I suck it? Do you like it? Does it feel good?" He nodded vigorously. "I like it. I like you sucking my wiener." "But I'm a boy. You like a boy sucking your wiener?" "Yes!" he shouted in frustration. "I like a boy sucking my wiener! Suck on my wiener more!" "Wellllll...say 'please'." "Please?" "Say 'pretty please'." "Pretty please!" "Say...oh the hell with it." And with a smile I sucked his cock back into my mouth. For the next few minutes the only sounds were slurping and the little boy's sighs and grunts of pleasure. The distinctive sweaty taste and smell of his crotch was starting to get me hot, too, and I humped my reviving hardon into the blankets. When I could tell Joseph was getting close, I ran my index finger quickly in and out of my mouth and probed down below his hairless scrotum. I started vigorously massaging his little pucker in time with my sucks, pressing in with each downstroke. Before long I had penetrated to the first knuckle, the second knuckle, and beyond. Joseph was reacting to the intrusion, trying to pull his butt up and away but his range of motion was limited by my head and anyway the pleasure of his impending orgasm overcame the strangeness and discomfort of his first anal penetration. As I felt his penis begin to twitch in my mouth I shoved my finger up his ass as far as it would go, feeling for his prostate. My little friend went off like a rocket. His entire body stiffened, bending backwards so from heels to shoulders he was lifted in the air. He threw back his head and howled like a wolf, "AAAAAOOOOOOWWW!" He cried out repeatedly as his peter pulsed in my mouth and amazingly I tasted a bit of salty wetness spattering onto my tongue. My prostate massage had coaxed out a few drops of seminal fluid; I'd given ten-year-old Joseph his first wet cum! I sucked him more gently as his peak passed, removing my finger from his ass (quickly wiping it on the blanket) and using both hands to stroke up and down his torso. He flopped back with an explosive sigh, and I pulled my mouth off his cock and rubbed at him with my hand. Grinning up at him, I said, "So...I figure if you can make someone feel that good, who cares if it's gay or not? It's just friends helping friends, you know?" The naked boy grinned back at me, a little sheepishly, but I thought I'd made my point. "What's 'gay'?" a little voice piped up. Rebecca had awakened at some point during the blowjob and was lying on her side, head propped on her hand, watching us. Like her brother, her face and hair were smeared with white. Dried cum was flaking off her cheeks and her shoulder-length blonde hair was tangled and clumped. Her knee was bent in the air and her free hand was down between her legs, stroking her bald cunny. Last night I had taught her how to masturbate herself, and it looked like she was wasting no time putting that lesson into practice. "It's nothing," I answered, "just a stupid word your brother's friends use to tease each other." While I was eager to expand the children's sexual experiences, I didn't want to expand their vocabularies lest they inadvertently reveal their knowledge to some adult - like their parents - who might get curious about where they had learned such things. The morning sunlight gave Rebecca's pale naked form a golden glow and glinted off the moisture starting to leak from her smooth, tight little slit. I could've sat and watched her play with herself for hours, but I was feeling the pressure of more immediate needs. "Hey - who needs to pee?" I raised my hand. Joseph raised his hand. Rebecca raised her hand from her crotch. When I saw her fingertips glistening I couldn't resist knee- walking over, seizing her wrist, and sucking her fingers clean, tasting the fragrant, slightly spicy flavor of her little girl secretions. She giggled. Swallowing, I said, "OK then, let's pee before we go back to the house." I walked downhill a few steps and after a few seconds of concentration to deflate my erection, began to urinate in the grass. Joseph stepped up beside me and followed suit, which turned into some completely childish sword-fighting with our urine streams. I looked back at Rebecca who was now standing shyly behind us, her legs crossed and her hands covering her immature charms. "It's OK, honey, just come down here and squat. You can pee on the grass." Despite everything she had done in the past hours, the little girl was shy about peeing in front of her brother and me. "Look away!" she admonished, and we did just until I heard her stream start to splatter onto the ground, then I turned back and watched the puddle grow between her feet where she squatted with her hands wrapped around her knees. At her "Hey!" I could only smile and shrug. After an amazingly long time - where did she have room for a bladder that large in her skinny little body? - the stream tapered off to squirts and then dribbles and it was only then that she realized with a little cry of dismay that there was no toilet paper. "How about this?" I said, sticking out my tongue and wiggling it down at her. She guffawed, covering her mouth with her hands. "Ewwwww! You want to drink PEE?!" I shrugged, but rather than answer I reached down, grabbed her around her thin waist - she weighed maybe forty pounds, if that - and lifted her up and over me, fitting her legs around my head so that she was sitting as if I was giving her a shoulder ride, only backwards. I cupped her skinny little ass cheeks in my hands and now her bald cunt was right at my chin. I opened wide and swiped my tongue from bottom to top, tasting the acrid flavor of her morning piss. Not my favorite, but I would've put up with worse to eat that beautiful smooth little pussy before breakfast. Her hands tangled in my hair as I kept licking at the slit, probing at the top for the knob of her swelling baby clit. I rolled my eyes upwards, looking past her flat little belly and chest. Her "ewww" had turned into "ooooh" as she watched me enthusiastically slurping away. I would gladly have continued eating her until she reached menarche, but Joseph interrupted. "Can we go in the house?" he whined, sounding exactly like what he was, a ten-year-old who maybe hadn't gotten enough sleep. "I'm hungry, and my wiener hurts." Reluctantly, I kissed Rebecca's cunt one final time and swung her back down to her feet. "How does it hurt?" "It aches, kinda. When you put your finger up, you know, my butt? That felt, like, great, but it hurt, kinda, at the same time. And now it just hurts." "It'll be OK in a while. How about pancakes for breakfast?" "Yeahh!" Both children jumped for joy at the suggestion. "All right then, Joseph, you get the blankets and the clothing and stuff. Here, Rebecca, you take the flashlights and the lantern. I'll get the telescope. Walk over there, so we keep the house between us and the road and no one will see us naked." As they walked ahead I admired the children's cute little nude asses. Rebecca had no shape yet; from the back she just looked like a smaller version of her brother. Once in the house I sat them down at the kitchen table while I donned an apron and went about whipping up a batch of pancakes. "When do we get dressed," Rebecca wanted to know, "and clean up all this...stuff?" She was combing her fingers through her cum-splotched blonde locks, trying to work out some of the tangles. "By the time your parents get here for dinner we'll have you guys cleaned up," I answered, "but in the meantime I think you look great just the way you are. And," I pointed to my growing boner tenting out the apron, "he thinks so too." This set Rebecca into a torrent of giggles. Joseph caught them from her and then they were setting each other off, back and forth, pointing at my hardon, and Joseph's little wiener, and Rebecca's smooth bald vulva, back and forth, laughing helplessly. I put paper plates of pancakes in front of them, doffed the apron and sat down to watch them eat. I was pleased that the children now seemed completely comfortable, not just being naked but being naked with me naked. Neither was a particularly neat eater and before long crumbs and drips of syrup joined the smears of dried cum adorning their faces. After they finished I stepped around the table behind them to remove the plates. "Now," I said, "who wants dessert?" I moved behind Rebecca's chair so that my boner lay right across the eight-year-old's skinny shoulder. Flexing my groin and wiggling my hips I made it bounce and dance, gently slapping her on the cheek. Joseph started laughing again at the sight. "Look, Rebecca," he said, pointing, "You have a big wiener for dessert!" The little girl looked up at my shyly - how she could still be shy, naked and crusted with my dried semen, I didn't know, but her expression melted my heart. She reached up and cupped my cock underhand, pulling it towards her mouth. With her eyes locked on mine, she kissed along the shaft before fitting the end in her mouth, the angle such that the knob bulged out her cheek. My knees went weak as her hot, wet little mouth enclosed my cockhead and it rubbed against the smooth inner surface of her cheek. "Oh, god, Rebecca, that feels good. Suck my wiener, yes just like that! Ohhh, suck it!" I put a hand on the back of her neck but she needed no further urging. Turning in her seat to get a better angle, the little blonde girl stretched her mouth wide and eagerly worked my cock deeper into her mouth. "Oh, honey, you suck it soooo good! Ohhh... ahhh..." Joseph's eyes were riveted to the sight of his little sister drooling around my penis, and I noticed his hand was moving in his lap beneath the table. "Doesn't your little sister look pretty with a penis in her mouth, Joseph? Isn't she - ah! - a great little wiener-eater? Ohh... hahhhh....STOP!" I didn't want to shoot another load just yet, so I grabbed her head in both hands and pulled her off me with a "pop!" It hurt a bit as her upper teeth scraped along the ridge of my cockhead, and droplets of her spit and my precum spattered her face as the shaft bounced upright. Stroking my hands through the sticky snarls in her hair I praised the child extravagantly for her newly-learned cocksucking skills. Just as I hoped, she was coming to crave more of that praise, along with more of my hot cum in her tummy. She smiled up at me, drinking in the first even if the second would have to wait a bit. "Hey, but you guys have had breakfast now and I haven't. And you ate all the pancakes, greedy guts! Hmmm...what should I eat for breakfast? I know! I'll eat....Rebecca!" I grabbed the child under her armpits and swung her up and around, plopping her naked ass on the edge of the table as she shrieked with laughter. I pushed her down flat and without ceremony shoved my face between her skinny thighs, licking her slit and nibbling at her hairless vulva and the prominent little pubic mound I loved so well. The child wriggled under my oral assault, her laughter mixing with little sighs of pleasure as my tongue began to tease out her baby clit. I raised my head, smacking my lips at the taste of her prepubescent honey, so much less pungent than a grown woman's. "Mmm, pretty good. But it needs something. Hmm...I know!" I grabbed up the bottle of supermarket syrup and squirted a golden trail across her flat chest. I bent down and sucked a nipple clean. "Yum, yum, that's just right," and I proceeded to squirt the sugary liquid all over the giggling, squirming little girl, not neglecting her little baby pussy. I drizzled the syrup into her mouth, too, as she opened wide for me. And starting at her tiny delicate feet I began licking the syrup off her. "Joseph, you can have some 'dessert' too, if you want." "Yes, Joseph," the little girl piped up, "Have some boobie for dessert!" She arched her back, giggling, pointing her sticky, undeveloped little nipples into the air. I wasn't too absorbed in licking my way up her thighs to note this important step - it was the first time Rebecca had asked for sexual contact rather than just acquiescing, however eagerly. She was becoming as much of a horny little cock-puppy as I had hoped she would. Buoyed by this thought I resumed my attack on her hairless cunny, sucking and tonguing at her now fully erect clitty, tasting the heady mixture of her tangy baby juices and pancake syrup. She wrapped her legs around my head, squeezing her thighs and making the same high-pitched sighing squeaks she made last night as she approached her prepubescent not-quite-orgasmic peak. Joseph stood up, but didn't look terribly enthused. His little peter, however, was fully stiff again. He didn't want dessert, I realized, he wanted to be dessert. Well, I was nothing if not an obliging host. At my instruction, he grabbed a copy of the Yellow Pages from the kitchen phone stand and placed it on the floor next to the table. Meanwhile, I helped Rebecca scoot over so that her head was at the table's edge. With the naked boy standing on the phone book, she could turn her head and look right at his hairless stalk. I was back to munching on the little girl's now wide-open slit and making a sticky mess of my own face, but I grabbed the bottle and drenched Joseph's crotch as well. Mrs. Butterworth was really getting a workout this morning. With the resilience of youth, Joseph's little cock was standing straight up against his belly; he had to use his hand to bend it down closer to the horizontal so he could swipe it back and forth across his younger sister's mouth. She obligingly opened up, slurping up the drips of sugary liquid and sucking him in. I could see her throat working as she swallowed repeatedly. Joseph closed his eyes and grunted, grabbing the table's edge with both hands to steady himself as he began thrusting raggedly. "Talk to your sister, Joseph," I reminded him. "Tell her how good she makes you feel." "Suck my wiener, Beck! Ahh...suck it! Suck it! Ooooh, that's good. My sister eats...Ah!...penis for breakfast! That feels soooOH! good! Oh, I love you, Rebecca! Suck it, suck it, suck it!" It was clear the boy wasn't just talking because I told him to, he really really liked having his cock sucked. Before their parents got here I was going to have to make sure the kids understood the dangers of fooling around at home where they could get caught. Especially I'd have to figure out how to impress this on Joseph; he was a boy and I knew his boner would quickly overwhelm his limited ten-year-old critical faculties, and Rebecca would go along with him: not only because he was her adored big brother, but she seemed now to genuinely relish a mouthful of penis whether mine or his. I wondered how long it would be, for that matter, before other boys - or men! - would be thrilling to the sight of her innocent-looking little face with a cock sliding between her wide-stretched lips. Watching my pre-teen friends have sex was just as hot as doing it myself, so I unhooked Rebecca's ankles from behind my neck and let her legs dangle over the table's edge. I sat back and replaced my mouth with my hand on her beautiful baby cunt. With my thumb rapidly circling her little clit I had a wonderful view of her bony pelvis bucking and her torso twisting and heaving as she gasped and moaned around her mouthful of her brother's syrupy boycock. Her legs kicked up and down randomly, making her juicy little cunt lips open and close and revealing her pink little asshole. It was too tempting a target to ignore. I swiped the middle finger of my free hand up and down between her lips to lubricate it thoroughly. Placing the hand palm up on the table, I poked my finger gently at her anus, all the while keeping up my assault on her clit with the other thumb. Rebecca didn't seem to notice the intruder at her back door at first. She was looking up into Joseph's face as he kept up his litany of praise. She could have been any little sister looking admiringly at her big brother. (Well, except that she naked and spread-eagled on my kitchen table; her face, hair and body were covered in dried semen and pancake syrup; her mouth was stuffed full of her brother's cock; and my hands were all over her spread and leaking cunny. Except for that.) But when my fingertip slipped inside the tight ring of muscle she gave an extra-strong jerk and her body stiffened. "It's OK, sweetie," I soothed, "it's just one more way to feel good. You saw Joseph get it the same way this morning, and he liked it. Didn't you, Joseph?" Joseph couldn't answer, though, suddenly occupied as he was with his second orgasm of the morning. His only response was "Uh! UH AH! AHHH! UHHH!" as his hips pumped his stiff little stalk in and out of his sister's mouth. He twined his hands in her hair and mashed her face hard against his crotch, stuffing his cock completely into her. He held her there for a few seconds with his mouth open in a soundless cry, then pushed her away and stumbled backwards off the phone book to collapse into the kitchen chair. He sat, panting for breath, his face flushed and his peter also raw and red. Her mouth no longer full, Rebecca moaned as the second joint of my finger slipped past her sphincter. "Ow! Oooh! What're you... Ahhh!... doing? Don't put that... Ooooh!... in my butt, that feels... Ow!... weird!" Yet her hips were still gyrating as I continued my attack on her slippery little clit. "Just give it a second, sweetie, to get used to it. Push, like you were trying to poop," I instructed the little girl and as she obeyed her anus relaxed a little and my finger slid the rest of the way in. She let out a long, low groan as I began pumping my finger in and out of her ass, punctuated with little yips and yelps as I gently pinched at her clitoris with my other hand. I continued cooing soothing words at her as her body accustomed itself to my anal penetration. "Oh, what a big girl you are, feeling good up your butt, what hot little girl parts you have, so tasty, so good, feeling soooo gooood..." At that moment, intoxicated with the sight and sound of the little girl writhing in immature sexual pleasure before me, I made an extremely dangerous decision. What the hell, I rationalized, I'd been taking risks continuously for the past 12 hours and so far every one of them had paid off for me. If this worked out Rebecca and I would share complete sexual intimacy today. Joseph had recovered from his cum and was watching his sister with interest. She was rolling her head back and forth on the table, clearly at her pre-orgasmic peak again. "Joseph, why don't you go take a shower while Rebecca and I finish up? Wash all that dried stuff out of your hair, get all cleaned up and then we can watch movies or whatever until your folks get here later." "Should I get dressed?" the little boy asked me. "Up to you," I responded. "We can still fool around, but we'll have to make sure you don't get messy again." "You could suck my wiener some more," he suggested with a grin, the selfish little turd. But he had a point, that would keep him cleaner than the other way around. He padded off down the hall and after a minute I heard the shower start to run. Now with Joseph out of the way, it was time. While I'd been speaking to him I'd slowed and gentled my masturbation of the little girl and her skinny body was relaxing on the tabletop. My finger still penetrated her ass deeply but I was just holding it there, no longer pumping in and out. I slid the thumb of my other hand down her slit from her clitoris to her tight little vaginal opening, nudging gently until the inner lips parted slightly and I could see the pale barrier just inside. Here we go, I thought, and I seized her clitoris between my first two fingers and squeezed while at the same time I jammed my thumb into her. I felt her hymen tear and the digit pushed into incredible heat and tightness, stopping only when the web of my thumb mashed against her slit. I thought it was tight to start with, but in an instant Rebecca's cunt clamped down twice as hard as the little girl screamed and her entire lower body went rigid. "AAAAAAAHHH! OOOOOOOOOWW! Take it out!! Take it out! It hurts! OW! OW! OW!" and she started to cry and writhe around on the table, trying to wrench her crotch away from my invading fingers. Oops. I'd kind of forgotten what a crybaby Rebecca could be. I hoped I hadn't miscalculated. If I couldn't calm her down, my fun was probably over forever. I stood so that I could get more leverage and slid my finger out of her ass so I'd have one hand free. She was crying and trying to close her legs but that just hurt worse as it put pressure on the torn tissues. I pushed down with the hand covering her hairless mound to hold her still, trying not to shove my thumb in any deeper. I reached up to stroke her hair and tearstained face. "Shh, Rebecca, honey, it's ok. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, baby, but do you know what that was? That was the last thing that kept you from being my grown-up girl. Now you can do all the things that big girls do, pretty Rebecca. Everything!" She was still sniveling, and still obviously in discomfort, but at least I had her attention. Tears continued to leak from the corners of her eyes. "Most girls don't do this until years from now, and you know what? The older you get, the more it stings. But once that's done you can feel better than anything - better than when I use my fingers or my mouth on you. It'll stop hurting in a few minutes. It already feels better, doesn't it?" "It still hurts," the little girl sniffled. "I feel...ow!...full...it's too big...please take it out, pleeease!" "Too big, just you wait," I thought but aloud I continued to speak soothingly, "I'll take it out in just a minute, sweetie, soon as you're more used to it, and I'll put some medicine on it to take the sting out." I let a couple more minutes elapse while I planted little butterfly kisses all over her face, tasting the child's salty tears as she slowly calmed and her sobs diminished to sniffles. Then I gently withdrew my thumb from her tight, hot, eight-year-old vagina. The little girl winced and whined softly as my digit dragged across the freshly torn tissues. I quickly put it in my mouth to hide the small streak of blood on it and to enjoy the exquisite flavor of pure, just- deflowered pre-teen. I rooted in the cabinet for a few seconds until I found a little bottle of Anbesol. Hey, it was good for cold sores, and the mouth is mucous membranes just like the pussy, so I figured it'd work. "OK, I'm going to put some medicine on you now, sweetie," I said. I dipped my index finger in the bottle and then, using my other finger and thumb to pry her lips apart, gently pushed it into her abused cunny. The breath hissed through her teeth as I swabbed it around the remains of her hymen, then she gradually relaxed as the mild anesthetic took effect. "There, now, isn't that better?" I leaned forward and planted a gentle kiss on her slit. I helped her off the table, hugging her slight naked form against my hairy legs as she rather shakily stood. I caressed her back and shoulders as I praised her softly. "You are such a brave girl, and so beautiful, and so sexy, and now we can have even more fun later on. But let's get cleaned up now, OK? You are one very sticky little sexpot," and indeed she was covered pretty much nose to knees in drying syrup, never mind the cum still clumping her hair and making flaky white splotches on her face. My compliments had their intended effect; she smiled bravely up at me as we walked to the bathroom. Joseph had just finished his shower. He sat naked on the closed toilet while I drew a warm bath for his little sister. I helped her into the water and kneeled next to the tub to tenderly wash her clean, being careful of her sore little vagina. I lathered up her hair with shampoo, had her dunk her head to rinse, then lathered again, making sure to wash out every last trace of the campout's cum shower. Then I had her stand carefully - she was still a little unsteady on her feet from her surprise double penetration on the kitchen table - and pulled the drain plug. I turned on the shower and climbed in with her. I wet my hair and poured on some shampoo. While I was doing that, without being asked Rebecca took the soap and began to lather up my body, the parts she could reach anyway. We'd spent so much of the last night and day lying down, I was shocked to be reminded of how petite she was; standing straight she could just about put the tip of her nose into my bellybutton. Could I seriously be contemplating fucking my adult-size cock into this tiny child's virgin vagina? Yes, I could, especially while she was paying extra attention to soaping up my equipment. She was squeezing the shaft pretty hard, working her slippery hands up and down through the lather. The touch of her little fingers quickly brought me back to full mast. I reached down and stroked her cheek, "That's good, sweetie, real, good, but..." Rebecca interrupted me, "Rinse off now!" and basically yanked me by my tool into the spray. I rinsed off my own head, then made sure hers was clean. When all the soap and shampoo was off our bodies, I turned off the water. I meant to step out and dry off right away, but Rebecca had other ideas. Rather than turn loose of my manhood, she started jacking it again. My protest died in my throat as I watched the naked, dripping wet second-grader masturbate me. She grinned up at me saucily, obviously pleased that she could in some way control an adult's behavior, though I doubt she fully appreciated how effective sexual prowess at age eight could be in that respect. Still watching my face, she bent over - not very far, from her diminutive height - and placed a sloppy kiss on the end of my penis, then making a happy "mmmmmm" sound deep in her throat, she parted her lips wide and took it in. "Ooooooh, Rebecca," I moaned, startled but thrilled by her new aggressiveness. She set a rapid pace, plunging her lips up and down the upper half of my member, squeezing them tight each time they rubbed over the ridge which stretched her jaws almost to the limit. She grasped me tight at the root, jacking in counterpoint to her oral strokes. The heat of her mouth was exquisite, and I could feel her tongue sliding along the underside and wiggling against the tip on each outstroke. I grabbed her thin shoulders to steady myself, "Oh, Rebecca, that's so good, but we should stop, honey..." I didn't really want to cum until I could do so in her hot little cunt. But the cock-hungry pre-teen apparently had other ideas. "Uhm-Uhmph!" she grunted, waggling her head from side to side. Without taking her mouth off me, she put both hands on my thighs and actually pushed me back until I was leaning against the shower stall. Then she resumed her rapid jacking and sucking and, probably remembering what set me off last night, used her other hand to massage my sack. Her little fingers stroked the wrinkled flesh, cupping my heavy balls and rolling them from side to side. It was overwhelming. I looked down at the naked little girl looking up at me, her hot little mouth open wide as it plunged up and down on my cock. My nerves were on fire. Sparks of pleasure were radiating from my engulfed penis. Each stroke of her willing little mouth raised the intensity to a level I thought could not possibly be topped - until the next one. I realized I was squeezing her shoulders involuntarily, digging my fingers hard enough into the bony flesh to bring a little moan of discomfort from her, but I was beyond caring. In those moments, the blonde eight-year- old owned me, body and soul. My entire being concentrated down to a white-hot ring of pleasure as her mouth plunged up and down my cock. I lost control, my linguistic niceties forgotten. "Oh my god, Rebecca, oh my god, suck my cock! Suck my cock, you little cum-slut! I love you, you little slut, suck me, suck me, suck me! Oh god gonna cum in your mouth, gonna fill you with cum, fill! you! with! Ah! AH! take it here it coooOOOOMES! OOOOH!" Throwing my head back with a groaning shout I erupted in her tight little mouth. My knees buckled and my vision went gray as I ejaculated what felt like quarts of cum into the pre-teen. I could feel her swallowing rapidly but the flow quickly overwhelmed her. Sperm spilled out of her mouth around my still-spurting cock, dripped down her chin and plopped onto her heaving belly. "OH! OH! OH!" I groaned with each shot, watching the pale naked child gobbling as much of my gooey hot semen as her mouth would hold. Finally, I was drained. My deflating cock slipped from between Rebecca's cum-smeared lips as I slumped down to sit on the tub edge with a final, drawn-out groan. "Ooooooooh, GAWD, Rebecca!" was all I could manage for a second. She swiped her hand across her chin and mouth, looked at the glob of jizz on her palm, and licked it clean. She swallowed once more, then leaned eagerly towards me. She clenched her little fists anxiously below her chin. "Did I...did I do that good?" she asked. "Did you...? Oh, honey, did you ever! No one has EVER sucked me as good as that. You are AMAZING. Come here." I gathered her into a hug, pressing her skinny body against me and planting a simple closed-mouth kiss on her lips. I held her, stroking her back and her skinny ass, trailing my fingers lightly into her butt crack. "You must really like sucking, don't you?" I felt her nod against my shoulder. "What do you like about it? Do you like drinking the love juice?" I asked, honestly curious. I felt her shrug against me. "It's OK. Joseph doesn't make any, but you make a lot." "What else do you like about it?" "Um...it's fun...and... you guys like it when I do it... and... it's like, I'm in charge. And, like you said... it's for big girls." I broke the hug to look right into her bright blue eyes. "Wow, well, it sure is. You suck like a big girl. No - you suck BETTER than ANY big girl." Her face lit up in a pleased grin at this testimonial. "I bet you suck better than ANYONE. I bet not even your mom can suck that good." Her mouth dropped open in shock. "My MOM does it?" "With DAD?" Joseph chimed in. "EWWWWWW!!!" they spoke together and broke into giggles of childlike disgust at the very idea of their parents doing what we'd been doing all last night and this morning. "Yes, I bet your mom and dad do it. But remember, that doesn't mean you can tell them that you do it. They would be REALLY mad if they found out, right?" Both children nodded. "OK, let's dry off." I grabbed a hand towel from the rack and wiped smeared cum off Rebecca's belly and my own, then handed her a fluffy bath towel and took one for myself. Wearing just our towels, I guided the children back to the living room. I glanced at the clock to see that it was coming up on 11. Their parents were due around 4 to take us all out to dinner, so there was plenty of time to rest up - and I was still planning to complete Rebecca's sexual initiation. I put a Studio Ghibli DVD on and we settled down to watch. Joseph sat sideways in the wing chair idly stroking his little wiener. I stretched out on the couch with Rebecca sitting on my lap while I combed out her hair, then I stripped the towels off us both and lay her down on her back on top of me, her skin warm against mine. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand on her chest and the other gently cupping her silky little mound. I felt her breathing gradually slow and we all dozed before the TV. *** *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their local prison. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 45