Little Beth's Boyfriends by Curt Aldrich

Chapter 1

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

Cathy'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 ass cheeks. 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 Cathy'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. Cathy 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.

Cathy's baby sister, Beth, had just begun to sprout nubbins at the age
of twelve. Cathy's opulent breasts and curvy bottom 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 Cathy 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 Cathy 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 Cathy'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 juiciest set of tits on the beach," he said.

"Boyd, you dirty guy!" Cathy 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, Boyd hooked two fingers around the
center of Cathy'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," Boyd said. "I've got a hard-on already."

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

Cathy turned and, holding an arm across jiggly breasts, dodged under
the three-sided canvas shelter that faced the sea at the base of the
life-guard's tower. She tumbled onto Boyd's blanket.

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

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

Cathy'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.

Boyd 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!" Cathy exclaimed, and kept massaging
his constricted hard-on 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
Cathy. 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.

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

Boyd'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.

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

Her slender, delicate fingers crept around it. Boyd 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?" Boyd suggested.

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

"Yeah. Use 'em all."

"But they're dirty!"

"So what?"

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

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

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

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

"How about another one?"

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

"Okay. More."

"Well ... dick?"

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

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

"How about pecker?"

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

Boyd 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 Cathy'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 Boyd grasped
her frail briefs. Down they came in one yank, revealing her lovely
blonde bush. She raised her legs as Boyd pulled her bikini away.

He moved her tanned legs apart and looked between them.

Cathy 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, Boyd 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. Boyd slid his hands up her satiny thighs, giving
Cathy 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 Cathy'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 Boyd 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!" Cathy said.

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

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

Boyd 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," Boyd said, "and tell me what you want me to do."

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

Boyd swung atop her. His cantilevered cock bumped Cathy'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.

Cathy was squirming, trying to catch his cock in her cleft. Boyd 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." Boyd laughed.

"Pretty please!" Cathy begged.

Boyd let his cockhead sink into the soft center of her vulva. Its tip
forced her vaginal mouth open. Boyd kept pushing. Cathy 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!" Cathy moaned.

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

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

It felt heavenly to Boyd, 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.

Cathy 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 Boyd'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. Cathy 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.

Boyd 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.

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

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

Boyd began moving rhythmically, steadily. The fist-like knob of his
pecker rippled the clinging, slick flesh of Cathy'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
Cathy, 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.

Boyd 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.

Cathy squealed with delight. She clawed Boyd'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.

Boyd's cock moved faster in Cathy's slippery, snug hole. He was
approaching the payoff, and he wanted her to be with him. He needn't
have worried. Cathy 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 Boyd'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 Boyd's
ejaculations, filling her with warm cream.

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

Boyd 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?"

Cathy wrapped her arms tightly around Boyd'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.

Chapter 2

"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 Cathy 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 life-guard's tent. Cathy was still in there with the
guy. Beth resented the way her older sister spent so much time with
what's his name--Boyd--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 swim-trunks 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 Pedro."

Pedro 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 Pedro 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!" Pedro 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," Pedro 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!" Pedro 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 Pedro.

Beth glanced quickly from one to the other. "Maybe I better get back,"
she said. "Cathy 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 twelve-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!" Pedro 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. Pedro 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!" Pedro laughed.

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

Gary grasped her shoulders to hold her on the sofa. Pedro 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. Pedro'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.
Pedro 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 Pedro'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 Pedro, 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 Pedro. 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 Pedro, 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. Pedro 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!" Pedro said excitedly, moving so close that his
legs bumped Beth's knees.

Her fascination overcame her fear, and she reached out and clutched
Pedro'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," Pedro 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 Pedro'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 Pedro'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 Pedro'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 Pedro'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 Pedro's throat as his cock throbbed in the wet, warm
mouth of the twelve-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 Pedro'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!" Pedro 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 Pedro'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 Pedro'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.

Pedro 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. Pedro'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 Pedro'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 Pedro'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.

Pedro 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 Pedro 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 Pedro'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 twelve-
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 Pedro.

Gabe remained silent all through the episode.

Chapter 3

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

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

She wanted to tell Cathy 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 Cathy 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?" Cathy 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
Cathy? 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 Cathy 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. Cathy watched TV and
talked on the telephone, perhaps to the lifeguard. She didn't tell
Beth.

The twelve-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. Cathy'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, Marcella, 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?" Marcella 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 Marcella 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!" Marcella 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!" Marcella 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.

Marcella 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
Marcella'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.

Marcella 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."

Marcella 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
Marcella 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. Marcella 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.

Marcella 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!" Marcella 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!" Marcella 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."

Marcella 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 Marcella
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.

Marcella 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.

Marcella 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.

Marcella 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 Marcella'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 Marcella'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 Marcella's flowing, flavorful cunt.

Beth throbbed as she watched. Her eyes were bugging. Her mouth hung
open, and her throat was dry.

Marcella 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 flanges 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.

Marcella 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.

Marcella was panting wildly.

Joe stood in front of her, his prick proudly projecting from his open
fly. He moved very close to Marcella, 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," Marcella 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
Marcella'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!" Marcella 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
Marcella 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.

Marcella 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!" Marcella 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 Marcella'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
Marcella 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.

Chapter 4

"You're going to the beach again today, darling?" Marcella 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?" Cathy 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, Cathy 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?" Marcella asked Beth.

"Sure!" the twelve-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?" Cathy asked, frowning.

"You most certainly do, dear!" Marcella 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 Cathy. "Behave yourself at
the beach, and watch out for Beth."

"Yes, Father," Cathy said.

He patted her affectionately in passing.

Cathy 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 Boyd, 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 life-guard.

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

"Oh, no?"

Cathy 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.

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

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

"Oh, shit!" Cathy said.

"Ummm! That's a naughty word."

"So what? I wish you'd please go somewhere. Now that Boyd 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.

Cathy 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!" Cathy 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?"

Cathy 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, Cathy replied, "That's because you don't know what it's
all about. Anyway, who says I fuck with Boyd?"

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

Cathy 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
Boyd! I won't bother you."

The twelve-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.

Cathy, with a lot to think about, walked to Boyd'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,
Cathy would catch it for sure.

"Hi, Boyd!" 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," Cathy 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?" Boyd asked, and scanned the beach through his dark
glasses.

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

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

Cathy 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."

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

Boyd 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 Cathy 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, Cathy."

"A friend of yours?" Cathy 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 Cathy.

"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." Cathy 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."

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

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

Cathy 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!"

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

As Cathy 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?" Cathy 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 Cathy 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?" Cathy was more shocked by the moment.

"Yes. A couple of very nice men."

"My God, no!" Cathy 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 Cathy'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!" Cathy declared, outraged.

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

Cathy 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 Boyd 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, Cathy 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," Cathy 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."

Cathy 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. Pedro and Gabe were lounging in the living room, as before. Gary
made the introductions, which Cathy acknowledged with a sniff.

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

"NO!" Cathy was horrified.

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

Cathy 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 Cathy's
astonished eyes. The men ogled the sleek-bodied twelve-year-old. Gabe
and Pedro yanked their trunks down.

Their cocks rose as Cathy 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!" Cathy 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, Cathy," 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!" Cathy said.

"I'd rather spank your bottom, baby," Pedro said, stroking Cathy'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.

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

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

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

"Deal, baby!" Pedro quickly said, gazing at Cathy'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," Cathy directed.

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

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

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

"Hey, man, you ever see such pretty tits?" Pedro 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 twelve-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.

Cathy stared unbelievingly at the erotic scene which involved her baby
sister. While she was engrossed, Pedro 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.

Pedro clutched her round, firm breasts, taking the blow which stung his
cheek. He pushed Cathy backward, causing her bikini pants to glide down
her legs. She stumbled into a chair, her thighs open, and Pedro 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.

Cathy'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 Pedro
dropped to the floor between Cathy'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.

Pedro dived at the luscious feast. He began to lick up and down the
edges of Cathy'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 Cathy'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.

Pedro was not so patient with Cathy 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 Pedro greedily lapped it up. His stroking
tongue, working between Cathy'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. Cathy stared, also.
Then in the midst of the giddy sensation she felt from Pedro'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 Cathy. Her
brain swirled, simulating the sensation of falling. Pedro'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.

Pedro stood, his face flushed, his eyes hot. He moved up to Cathy, 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. Cathy reached out, and
her cool, delicate fingers wrapped around the hard, thick shank of
Pedro'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 Cathy's head, pushing her down. He
didn't have to push very hard. Cathy'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!" Pedro said, and Cathy 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.

Cathy 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 Cathy 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 Pedro's balls and wiggled the warm masses in their velvety
sac as she pumped her mouth on Pedro'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 Cathy's glassy gaze.

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

Cathy slid to the floor and spread her legs. She tried not to think
about what she was doing. With Boyd 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 ...

No! she told herself. I won't even think it!

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

Pedro fucked her like a tiger, stroking fast from the very start. His
knob-ended cock drove hard and deep, rippling Cathy's cunt-walls. She
writhed and pushed against him, her feet pressing against the floor.
Her bottom shook above the shaggy carpet. Pedro 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 Cathy.

"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.

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

Cathy 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 Cathy'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 Pedro'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 Cathy 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 Cathy 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. Cathy 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 Cathy's way. She swallowed again.

The full reality of all that had happened struck Cathy, 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. Cathy snatched the two pieces of her bikini off the
floor.

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

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

Cathy 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 Cathy had to admit that Beth wasn't just a stupid kid any longer.
She had taught Cathy a thing or two when it came to sex.

They hurried out of the apartment with the men's laughter ringing in
their ears.

Chapter 5

The girls said little to each other as they rode home on the bus. Cathy
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, Cathy had difficulty believing she had sucked Pedro's
cock.

Cocksucking was dirty. Only sluts and whores did it Cathy had thought.
But she had done it and had found it not bad. She had liked even better
Pedro's licking of her pussy, which was something Boyd 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, Cathy, 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?" Marcella asked, as she clipped on an earring.

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

"You are going to be alone, then?"

"Of course."

Marcella 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."

Cathy smirked.

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

As soon as the grown-ups had left, Cathy told Beth, "I hope you aren't
going to bug me tonight. Boyd'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," Cathy 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.

Cathy 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."

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

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

She no sooner had closed the door before he pulled her into his arms.
They kissed warmly, their tongues stroking. Cathy could feel Boyd'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," Cathy 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."

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

"I just want you," Boyd said.

They sank to the couch, and he took her into his arms. He drew Cathy
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.

Cathy 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 Boyd.

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.

Cathy's tongue tickled Boyd'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 Cathy was braless.
He pinched a stiffening nipple through her dress.

She was licking along Boyd'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.

Boyd 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.

Boyd 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.

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

Boyd'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.

Cathy wanted to let his cock out. She wanted to play a lot with that
stiff, exciting thing this evening. But first, Boyd 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, Cathy 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!" Cathy blurted. "Kiss me all over!"

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

Cathy 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," Boyd 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.

Cathy's excitement mounted as he slowly pulled her pink panties down.
The clump of golden fluff on her mons appeared. Boyd 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
Boyd hauled the top of them farther down. Cathy moved her legs a little
way apart, and the pants skidded down past her knees. She lifted one
leg, then the other, and let Boyd 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.

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

Boyd 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.
Cathy 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?" Cathy asked.

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

"Not too low for me," Cathy said.

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

Color flared in Cathy'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 Boyd to kiss me down there," Beth said boldly and
stepped forward, stark naked.

Cathy 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 Boyd, she knelt in front of him. His eyes all but popped
from his face as he took in her sleek twelve-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 Cathy stared, shocked to the quick by her baby sister's bold
intrusion, Beth leaned forward and unzipped Boyd'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!" Boyd exclaimed.

"BETH!" Cathy 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 Boyd'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 Boyd's organ popped inside. She
clasped her lips snugly in the groove just behind his cockhead.

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

Cathy was still staring at the incredible scene, not knowing what to
do. Beth had just taken over, seeming to steal Cathy'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.

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

"NO!" Cathy cried, and rushed forward. Grasping her sister fiercely,
she pulled her away from Boyd'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, Cathy 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!" Boyd rasped, and his hips lurched, driving his prick deeper
into Cathy'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 Boyd
stared down at Cathy'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. Boyd
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.

Boyd grasped her around the bottom, finding its cheeks smaller and
firmer that Cathy'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 Boyd's mouth.

What else could he do but kiss it? Intent though Cathy was upon the
sucking of Boyd'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 Boyd was doing with her what
he had refused to do with Cathy: 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 Boyd's lips. His tongue was
tickling her slit. Thrills raced through her. She grasped Boyd's head
and ruffled his thick blond hair.

Infuriated, Cathy 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.

Boyd was so worked up by that time, and his inhibitions had been so
weakened, that he grasped Cathy 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.

Cathy forgave her baby sister everything as luscious thrills powered
through her. She didn't even care that Beth was kneeling between Boyd'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
Boyd'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 Boyd licked
Cathy'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 Cathy'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.

Boyd 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 Cathy'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. Boyd 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.
Cathy's honey flowed onto Boyd'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.

Cathy hugged Boyd to her belly. His mouth had thrilled her even more
intensely than Pedro's had done.

Beth was blissfully satisfied as she licked Boyd'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.

Chapter 6

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.

Cathy 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 Cathy 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 Cathy 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 Boyd and had chosen a spot on the
beach midway between the lifeguard's tower, where Boyd 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.

Boyd 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.

Cathy 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," Cathy 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.

Pedro appeared and squatted next to Cathy.

"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. Pedro dropped onto the blanket between
the two girls. Both men seemed more interested in Beth than in Cathy.

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 Pedro's attention from Beth.

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

Pedro reached out, wrapped a brown hand around one of Cathy'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 Cathy, enhancing the sun's warmth. She
began to get moist between her legs.

She drew her well-sucked titty away from Pedro 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.

Cathy cast a glance at the lifeguard tower while Pedro played with her
tits. Sure enough--Boyd 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, Cathy 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 swim-trunks while he licked and stroked her sleek,
tingly form. Cathy 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 twelve-year-old
eagerly started sucking cock, in full view of the world.

Abashed, Cathy 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. Boyd had a pair of
binoculars at the top of his tower.

Pedro, after getting a glimpse of Beth going down on Gary, pulled the
tie on the remaining half of Cathy's bikini set. She clutched at the
sliding fabric as Pedro 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!" Pedro 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.

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

Not flatten, exactly. Nothing about Cathy was flat.

Especially not her bottom.

Pedro gazed at the lush rondures of pale, satiny flesh which quivered
as Cathy 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.

Pedro spanked one of her buttocks, making a sharp, erotic sound. The
buttock shook. Cathy 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 Pedro was doing to her sister. Though Gary could see them, his
attention was centered in the warm, moist lips of the twelve-year-old
which glided snugly up and down across the super-sensitive ridge of his
cock.

This left Cathy entirely at Pedro'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.

Cathy 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
Pedro, nor even strike at him from her belly-down position.

The aroused Latin jiggled his thumbs against the meaty lower portions
of Cathy'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.

Cathy's humiliation increased.

Pedro 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 swim-trunks.

He bowed his head and began to lick Cathy'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.

Pedro 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.

Cathy 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.

Pedro 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. Cathy'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 ...? Cathy 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!

Pedro 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 Pedro
wasn't about to let anything interfere with what he intended to do.
Clutching his cock, he guided it into the crack of Cathy's ass.

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

All Cathy 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
Pedro'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 Pedro's shaft sticking into Cathy the wrong way. The twelve-
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.

Cathy's eyes had misted with a sudden gush of tears when Pedro
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. Cathy stared at him through
wide eyes as Pedro pumped his prick in and out of her clasping anus,
driving fire deep into her guts. Pedro 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. Boyd 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 Boyd 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
Cathy or Beth wanted help. They seemed to be getting everything they
wanted, without his assistance.

By that time, Cathy 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!" Cathy cried as Pedro 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, Cathy 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.

Pedro 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 Cathy'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.

Pedro's prick twitched deep in Cathy'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, Pedro'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, Boyd 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.

Chapter 7

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

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

Cathy 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," Cathy 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 Pedro stuck his prick
up your asshole? How did that feel?"

"Oooooh, wow!" Cathy 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," Cathy 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?" Cathy asked, pushing up onto her elbows and looking at
Beth intently.

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

Cathy 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!" Cathy 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?" Cathy'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 Cathy. "Well ... go on!"

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

Cathy 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 Pedro fucked you today," Beth said.
"But not up her asshole. Just in the regular place."

"Wow," Cathy 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," Cathy 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," Cathy 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, Cathy!" Beth said. "You've got nothing to do with it."

"Great! See that you remember that."

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

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

"Well, you've been screwin' around with Pedro, 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, Cathy, you're no help!" Beth turned toward the door.

"That's right," Cathy said. "I don't want to help you lose your
virginity at the age of twelve. 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 Cathy 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 Cathy.

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 Cathy getting it from both front and rear by
Pedro, 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 Cathy arrived at the beach, the older girl went to see
Boyd, 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 twelve-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. Pedro'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