Taxi Service
I seemed to be at Linda's place almost all the time these days, only I hardly ever saw her. She had started in a dance group and they were always rehearsing for a new production and as I was as adept at dancing as a pickled herring, it was not one of those things I could join her in.
On the other hand, Megan was playing netball at a high level and my driver's licence came in handy as I was the appointed ferry master, driving all over the country for games.
One afternoon they had a friendly with a team across town and, as usual, I was the appointed team driver. We had a minibus with room for twelve passengers so I could easily drive the team of nine girls aged nine to eleven. When I had delivered them at the sports centre, Oscar, Meg's and Linda's dad called. His car had developed an electrical fault and was at the garage so he wanted me to pick him up, which I did while Meg and company played.
I duly picked him up and drove back to the sports centre, waiting outside for the girls. We chatted for a while, when my phone rang. It was Meg.
"Sorry to bother you, but I'm standing at one of the emergency exit. Can you see me? I'm waving."
I looked at the building, and right there, at one of the exits, she stood. Waving.
Naked!
"I can see you," I said. "But you're ..."
"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm calling. We forgot the towels and such in the minibus and we realised
after we started to shower. The girls unanimously voted for me to get the stuff. I can't go to the bus for some odd reason." She giggled. "So I hoped you'd be able to bring it to us."
"In a mo," I said. "Stay put and I'll bring it over. Your dad will look after the bus while I get it to you."
She hid behind the door. "Oh dad is in the bus?"
"Yeah."
"OK, please bring it over quick, I'm cold."
"Be right there," I said. I found the big sports bag and told Oscar that I had to bring that to the girls. I quickly ran over to the door and as I reached it, Meg indicated for me to follow her, which I did.
In a short while we were at the changing room and before I had time to think about it, I had reached Nirvana, being surrounded by nine girls.
Nine beautiful girls.
Nine beautiful sports-girls.
Nine beautiful, pre-teen sports-girls.
Nine
naked, beautiful, pre-teen sports-girls.
In my time as driver for the team I hadn't been in the changing room before. It was heaven. Nay, not only heaven, seventh heaven. Filled with beautiful houries.
And did I mention they were naked?
Starkers?
I did?!?
"That's yours Anjay," Benita said as she handed Anjay a big, pink towel. Benita was a tall, thin nine-year-old with a flat chest apart from big, puffy aureoles and huge nipples. Anjay was an eleven-year-old black beauty. She seemed almost fully developed with nice, firm breasts, a thin tuft of hair covering a big-lipped pussy and hips that gave her a marked hour-glass figure.
Charlotte grabbed her towel from the bag and started to dry herself right in front of me. She was a ten-year-old black girl of the most exquisite dark brown colour you could think of. She had small, pert breasts with upward-pointing nipples and, in contrast to the other girls, a hairy pussy au naturel.
"Hey Danuta," Erica said. "Do you have any gel?" Erica was another nine-year-old, who, in contrast to Benita, wasn't developed at all. She had the typical little-girl body with a flat chest, narrow hips and no distinctive pussy lips.
"Sorry. Try Fatima," Danuta said. She was a big, olive-skinned girl of ten. You couldn't call her fat by any means, she was just bigger than the others. She had budding beasts with a promise of growing to good size. Her pussy was quite well developed and her inner labia were already protruding past the outer. Her big clitoris was clearly visible and only halfway hooded, giving the impression that she was ready for some action.
"OK. Do you have any gel, Fati?"
"I do. Catch." Fatima was a ten-year-old girl with an Indian/Pakistani look, a pointed face and alluring milk-chocolate skin, She was quite petite with nice, pointy breasts and a — how can I best describe it? — wide pussy. Like an invitation to ... Nah, forget it.
"You're standing on my towel," Grace said to Charlotte. Grace was the blackest of black. So black, indeed, that you could not perceive any difference around her pussy or her aureoles. She had the most captivating smile and seeing her always made me grin happily. She was the oldest of the gang, almost twelve, and quite well developed with a look that was mature well beyond her actual age. She had big breasts, probably in the D to E class (not that I am an expert in breast sizes) and, unlike Charlotte, a well-trimmed pussy with a single "landing strip" leading down to her almost invisible slit.
Then there was Hannah, the youngest of the team. She was a thin, black nine-year-old tomboy, who was extremely sporty. She had this tough, sinewy, muscular look that indicates lots of exercise and healthy eating. She had orange-sized breasts, narrow hips and a promising pussy. She had finished drying, when she turned to Meg and said, "Have you seen my vibrator?"
I almost got a heart attack.
And Meg, Linda's sister, well, I had seen her naked before. She replied to Hannah, "Why use a vibrator, when you've got the real thing here." She indicated with a thumb in my direction. "He's got the nicest dick ever and is just the best ..." She lowered her voice to a whisper apparently more to herself than to the rest of us. "... lover." But I heard her.
"How do you know?" Hannah asked.
"How do you think?" Meg countered.
"You haven't?"
"I have!"
"No!!"
"
YES!!!"
"Oh."
I turned my head alternately to the one and the other as they talked. My erection was clearly outlined in my track bottoms, which are good for many things, but not for hiding a hard-on.
"What do I do?" Hannah said.
I realised that the others had frozen and stopped talking. It was only the tense triangle of Hannah, Meg and me that seemed active.
"Easy," Meg said and pulled my track bottoms down letting my erection out. She jumped on my hips and folded her legs round my back, guiding my dick to her pussy with one hand while holding on to my shoulder with the other. "See how it just enters."
She sat down and I was fully buried in her pre-teen pussy.
In front of eight naked girls.
"Then you go up and down like this." She started to make love to me and shortly she had an orgasm. "Wow!" she moaned. "It's so hot fucking in front of you guys."
She worked a bit more and I was perfectly primed when she had her next orgasm so I started to fill her underage pussy in sympathy. I don't know why, but having illicit sex in front of other people was just so exciting. It enhanced the whole experience ten-fold, at least.
"Do you believe me now?" Meg said as she jumped down from my hips, sperm dripping from her abused pussy.
"Wow!" Hannah said as she looked at me still hard, seeping dick. She copied Meg and jumped onto my hips, folding her legs around my back. She looked me in my eyes and said, "I'm so hot. Fill me with your white coolant." She fumbled a little before she managed to guide me into her tight pussy. She groaned a little as I expanded her virgin tunnel with my big dick. "Whew," she moaned. "You're so much bigger than my vibrator. And so much better." She came before I had entered her completely. Then she came again. And again. And I had only started on the out-stroke. It was just too much for me, when she pressed herself hard against my chest and shuddered in a continuous string of orgasms, I let go inside her. And shot. And sprayed. I felt like a hot geyser that had been suppressed for too long as I kept filling her. She kissed me and moved so hard it was almost impossible for me to keep upright. When at long last my orgasm abated, she gave me one last kiss and looked at me with her black doe's eyes. "Thank you," she said. "That was the best experience of my life." She smiled. "I'll take that as a belated birthday present, since you didn't give me any yesterday."
"Shucks," I said. "I'd forgotten your birthday. Happy birthday Hannah." I kissed her once again and stood her carefully on the floor, realising that I had filled her quite well, from the amount of white sperm that ran down her black legs.
Then my phone rang.
"Where are you?" Oscar said in the phone. "I thought you were on your way."
"Sorry," I said. "There were just a few last things they needed to do. We'll be there in a minute."
"OK, thanks." He hung up.
"Girls," I said, looking a bit incongruous with my erection craving more attention. "We'd better get going."
"What about you?" Anjay said. "You look like you need some more action."
"Better not," Meg said, laughing. "He's a monster and can keep going forever. We'll never get out if we wait for him to get down."
They all quickly dressed, which by tacit agreement meant just the top, the skirt and the shoes. Nothing else. I followed them to the minibus and delighted in the occasional bare bum, I could see.
Right in front of the bus, Grace bent down as if she needed to redo her lace, which gave me the best possible view of her pussy from behind. She stood again, opened the door to the bus and said, "I gather we've found ourselves a new mascot then."
They definitely had and since that day, I followed them everywhere, when I was driving them. Literally.
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