The Cindy Chronicles Chapter Nine © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com After the workshop, Cindy and I wandered outside. There were many more people here than the last gathering, thanks to the long weekend. A young girl's voice behind us squealed with delight: "Cunny Bear!". "Daddy, can I?" Cindy asked me. "Go ahead, princess," I said. "Have fun." "Thanks, Daddy!" She ran off in the direction of the Cunny Bear, just now emerging from the mansion with his devoted following of naked little girls. I headed off in search of my own pleasures. During the course of my travels around the grounds, I noticed a line of men and boys forming. What they were waiting for, I couldn't see. I ambled over and asked a teenager at the back of the line. "Oh, it's Mandy's twelfth birthday," he said. "She gets her wish today." "What's her wish?" I asked. "A tummy full of cum," he replied. "She wants to suck as much cock as she can." "Oh." It was then that I noticed the dark-haired girl at the head of the line, kneeling on a cushion on the grass. There were three other girls, eight or nine years old, working the line, getting everyone nice and hard for Mandy's mouth. Word was getting around, and more men and teen boys fell in line. I was about the tenth or eleventh in line and there were at least fifteen or twenty more behind me. But the line was moving, albeit slowly. Mandy and the girls working the line were making short work of it, taking less than three minutes to make each cock spurt its load into Mandy's tummy. As I got closer to the head of the line, I could see why. While Mandy would greedily gobble a cock, slobbering over it as she ravished it with her lips and tongue, another girl would kneel behind the boy or man and start rimming him, probing his asshole with her darting tongue while she played with his balls. In short order, he'd blow his load into Mandy's needy mouth and then the next male would take his place. It was a sperm production assembly line. "Suck you, mister?" the little blonde girl asked me. I was third in line and the two teens ahead of me already had a little girl blowing them. "Please do," I said. The tiny girl leaned over and enveloped the head of my cock with her warm little mouth. She could barely fit the tip between her lips, but she bathed the head of my prick with her tongue and stroked my hardening shaft with her little hands. I could hear the teen at the head of the line murmur as Mandy skillfully sucked his tool. "Yeah, you slut," he muttered. "Suck that cock...take it all...suck it you fucking slut...oh, yeah...here it comes..." He let out an animalistic grunt and nearly doubled over as he emptied his balls in Mandy's hungry mouth. She released his cock with a wet slurp and he straightened up and walked off. Thus, the line advanced another couple of feet. The girl sucking my cock didn't take her lips off it as we moved up one place. From the second place in line, I could get a better look at Mandy's technique. She pounced on the teen's hard tool, and within less than a minute his cock was glistening with saliva. As Mandy worked the head with her lips and tongue, her hand was busy sliding along the slick shaft. Another little girl, maybe nine years old, knelt behind the teenage boy and buried her face between his cheeks, her tongue seeking out his puckered sphincter. Unlike his predecessor, he didn't mutter obscenities. Rather, he stood motionless while Mandy devoured his dick. "What's your name, sweetie?" I asked the little blonde girl sucking my cock. "Elke," she replied. "How old are you?" "Eight and a half," she said. I noticed her bracelets: blue, white, green, yellow, and brown. She still had her cherry, but she was anally experienced and liked golden showers. "You suck cock very well," I said to her. "Thank you, mister. You have a very nice one." "Thanks, Elke." At that moment, the teen in front of me came, erupting in Mandy's mouth. He thanked her and left. Now it was my turn. "Hi," Mandy said, taking a swig from a water bottle. "Happy birthday, Mandy," I said. "Thank you," she giggled. Suddenly she was enveloping my dick in her wet mouth, making it glisten in the morning sunshine. I felt someone behind me and then a warm, wet sensation between my cheeks, a tongue probing my asshole. As one girl rimmed me, Mandy was methodically sucking my hard cock, her tongue busy on the head, her hands stroking my slick shaft and cupping my balls. She tilted her head from side to side as she sucked me, her tongue swirling over my glans and shaft. It was a delightful blowjob, full of energy and entheusiasm. This was a girl who loved sucking cock. When I felt my orgasm near, I didn't hold back. Though Mandy's mouth was wonderful, and her skill as a cocksucker considerable, there were plenty of men and teenaged boys in line behind me. I erupted in her mouth, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum, which she eagerly swallowed. Only after the last drops had dribbled from my cock did she release me from her mouth. The girl who was rimming me stopped and waited for the next asshole to lick. "Thank you," she said, cheerfully, like a girl who just handed you your food order at the drive-thru. I smiled and left the line but lingered to watch Mandy make short work of three more cocks. She was absolutely relentless, the way she sucked them. I wondered how long she could keep up this level of energy, and how much sperm she could swallow before she'd had enough. My two cups of morning coffee had worked through my system by now. I thought about watering the weeds when I remembered the shower house. It was a short walk away across the grounds. Someone had cleaned it overnight; it smelled of disinfectant and cleansers. There were only a couple of people inside, a boy wearing pink panties, who I recognized from that first gathering. Cindy and I had watched him kneel before a line of boys, eagerly sucking their dicks. Then I saw Trinket, the little British girl whom I'd fucked in the pool the day before. "Hi," she said. She was lying naked on a bench. "Will you make wee on me?" "Sure," I said. "Where would you like it?" "On my fanny," she said, spreading her legs. I aimed my cock between her legs, and as the stream of warm urine hit her pussy, she rubbed her clit, her fingers moving in a circular motion over her button. By the time I'd finished peeing on the little girl, she was coming hard, moaning and writhing as she fingered her clit. "Thank you," she said, dreamily. I left her waiting for the next stream of urine and her next orgasm, and wandered back towards the mansion. It was getting near lunchtime and I was growing hungry. On the patio, I spied Cindy. She and a group of girls were sitting on a table while the Cunny Bear licked each little pussy in turn. It was Cindy's turn right now, and she had her legs hooked over his hairy shoulders while he went to town on her twat. By the time I reached them, she was in mid-orgasm, spasming and thrashing on top of the table. The Cunny Bear stopped licking her and gently let her legs down from his shoulders. "Thank you, Cunny Bear," she said, breathlessly. "Thank you, Cindy Sue!" he chuckled. "Daddy!" she said when she saw me. "Having fun, princess?" "Oh, yes!" she said. I lifted her off the table and held her in my arms. She put her arm around my neck and gave me a big kiss. "Getting hungry, sweetie?" I asked her. "Yes, Daddy." "Well, it looks like they're staring the grill soon," I said. "Want to sit by the pool until then?" "Okay, Daddy." I carried my little girl over to pool area where we found only one lounge chair free, so I lay down and Cindy laid on top of me. To our right, a woman in her thirties was working on her tan, lying face down on a towel, her head turned away from us. To our left, a teenage boy was dozing off in the sun. There was a bottle of sunscreen next to the chair. I uncapped it and squirted some on Cindy's tummy, working the lotion into her skin with my hands. Her bottom rested right on my cock, and as I rubbed lotion into her skin she squirmed, making me harden beneath her soft cheeks. "That feels good, Daddy," she murmured. "Do my back now." Cindy rolled over, resting her head in the crook of my neck as I applied sunblock to her back and bottom. She sighed contentedly as my hands explored her body, rubbing lotion into her soft skin. I made a mental note to get some moisturizer after the weekend, some really good skin cream. We were both enjoying the tactile sensation of rubbing lotion on to her skin. "Daddy, you're hard," Cindy whispered. She rubbed her pussy, still wet from the Cunny Bear, on my cock. "I know, sweetie," I said. "Rubbing the lotion on your skin made me horny." "Me, too," she said. She lifted her hips and reached between us, guiding the tip of my cock to her cleft. With a slight wiggle of her hips, she settled down on my cock and then laid back down on top of me, hugging me tightly. We began to lazily fuck like this, Cindy slowly gyrating her hips while I rocked my own; slow, short thrusts in and out of my little girl's pussy. "Mmmmm...I love feeling your cock inside me," Cindy moaned. "And I love the way your pussy feels around my cock," I cooed. With Cindy lying flat on top of me, it wasn't possible to make any long, hard, or deep thrusts, but this lazy, languid screw felt amazing. It wasn't just the sex: I never felt so close to my little girl. I thought that maybe the workshop had a deeper effect than I'd thought. "Oh, Daddy...yes...yes...oh..." Close to her orgasm, Cindy sat upright and folded her legs under her so she could start bouncing on my cock. Those short, shallow strokes were fine for a while, but my little girl wanted to come and only a hard, deep dicking would do. She began to ride me like an equestrienne, her pelvis rocking back and forth as she slid up and down my shaft. Suddenly, she stiffened and arched her back, a choked cry of pleasure escaping from her mouth. I felt her tight little pussy spasm around my cock as she came. A moment later, I was there, too, filling my precious little girl's pussy with my hot, thick cream. Cindy fell forward on to my chest, gasping every time my cock twitched inside her sex. "What a lovely father and daughter," the woman on the lounge chair next to us said. I turned to look and realized that the woman who'd been tanning was Summer, who ran the morning workshop. "Thank you," I said. "We really enjoyed the workshop." "You two hardly needed my advice," Summer said. "I watched you then and now. You really have a connection." "I love my daddy," Cindy said dreamily. "I can see that," Summer said, sitting on the edge of her chair and leaning over to caress Cindy's back. "Would you like me to lick your cunny clean?" "Yes, please," Cindy said. She pulled herself off of my softening cock and turned over, laying flat on my body, face up. Summer sat on the foot of the lounge chair and spread Cindy's legs, leaning in to lick my semen from my little girl's pussy. Cindy sighed and gasped as Summer brought her to a quiet little orgasm. "We were just about to have lunch," I said to Summer. "Care to join us?" "I'd love to," she said. "Let me round up the kids." Summer went off to find Bradley and Brittany, meeting us a few minutes later at the refreshments table. We took our burgers, hot dogs, and drinks off to a shady spot and sat down to eat. "Mind if I join you?" Grandpa Al asked. He had a well-garnished burger and a bottle of beer. "Please do," Summer said, patting the grass next to her. "I heard that the workshop was a resounding success," Al said. "That it was," Summer replied. "I'd love to conduct another one tomorrow morning." "I can have Mona make up another poster," Al said. He took a bite of his burger. We talked and ate for a while, and afterwards Cindy and Brittany collected all the paper plates and napkins and went to dispose of them. Cindy returned with a bottle of beer for me and a juice for herself. She and Brittany seemed to be getting along pretty well, but I also noticed how Cindy would steal looks at Bradley from time to time. As we sat under the tree talking with Al, Cindy maneuvered herself so she was sitting close to the handsome teen boy. And at the same time, Brittany edged closer to where I was sitting. "Don't be so shy, Brit," Summer said. "I'm sure Randy would love to play with you." Brittany blushed and giggled, but she laid her head in my lap. As I stroked her long brown hair and smooth back, the ten-year-old reached for my cock, gently caressing and squeezing it. Next to us, Al was fondling Summer's full breasts, making her nipples stiffen and her areolae crinkle. Cindy had gotten Bradley's attention by playing with his teen cock, making it harden in her hands. Bradley leaned back, laying flat on the grass, and Cindy climbed on top of him, her bottom wiggling saucily in his face, her own face just an inch from his stiff dick. "I saw you eat Cindy out really good," Brittany said to me. "Will you eat me, too?" "Sure," I replied. "Get on top." I lay down just as Bradley had done and Brittany got on top of me, facing my cock like Cindy. We'd brought towels with us, since the grass under the tree's shade was sparse, so I bunched one up for use as a pillow, bringing my mouth closer to Brittany's hairless little pussy. As I probed her cleft with my tongue, I felt her warm mouth close around my hardening cock. "Mmmmmm..." Brittany began to moan around my meat as my probing tongue found her tiny clit. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Summer kneeling between Al's legs and taking his thick cock in her mouth, and I could hear Cindy begin to moan as Bradley's tongue ravished her little pussy. Brittany's tongue swirled over my shaft, bathing the tip with its warmth and softness. I caressed the little girl's cute bottom as I lashed her clit with my tongue. Suddenly, she released my cock from her mouth and turned her head towards me. "I want you in me," Brittany said. She turned around to face me and squatted over my hips, guiding my glistening member to her wet little pussy. Pushing down with her hips, her tiny hole enveloped my cock. She was particularly tight, her narrow passage squeezing my tool as she settled down on it. Amazingly, this little girl managed to get just about all of my cock inside her young sex. Now that I didn't have her cute ass in my face, I could see what was happening around me. Cindy was on top of a towel, on her hands and knees, and Bradley was kneeling behind her, stuffing his teenage cock into her tiny pussy. Al had Summer on her back, her legs in the air, his thick tool pistoning in and out of her wet sex. "It feels so big," Brittany cooed as she began to slide up and down my hard pole. I held her hips and guided her as she impaled herself on my hard cock, her pelvis rocking back and forth as her legs propelled her up and down. Brittany's tight little pussy gripped my cock, glistening with her juices, and I watched it disappear inside the little girl's hungry hole. Bradley was pumping Cindy's pussy from behind with a teen boy's characteristic energy. Al was no less vigorous as he pounded Summer's needy cunt. Her full tits bounced up and down on her chest with every stroke of the older man's cock. He reached up to grab them, mashing and kneading her breasts as he fucked her shaved snatch. "Oh...oh...oh, yes...I'm...I'm coming..." Brittany was moaning and gasping loudly as she began to come, her pussy tightening around my shaft as she bounced up and down. She fell forward, her hands on my chest, her little bottom a blur as she sought her pleasure on my cock. I cupped her cute ass as she bounced, making sure she didn't go too high and slip off my hardness, my fingers probing her crack. When I pressed a finger into her tight little bottom, Brittany came hard, crying out with pleasure as she stiffened and shuddered on top of me. Her pussy spasmed around my cock, squeezing it tightly. Suddenly, I erupted in her tiny twat, filling it with spurt after spurt of my hot nookie chowder. Brittany gasped when she felt my cum fill her tiny hole, falling forward even further until her head was resting on my chest. "Mmmmmm..." she cooed. "That was good." I looked around to see what everyone else was doing. Cindy had her head down on her towel while Bradley pumped her little pussy with his hard teen meat, her cries of pleasure muffled by the terry cloth. Summer's face wore and ecstatic expression, her mouth open making a silent "O", her back arched as Al banged away at her box. Suddenly, she let out a series of sharp cries and wrapped her legs around Al's waist, urging him to thrust deep inside her sex. He gave a couple of last deep thrusts before erupting in her sloppy hole. I heard Bradley groan and saw his thrusts begin to slow as he filled my little girl with his hot teen cum. As Brittany relaxed on my chest, she began to do something amazing with her little pussy, using her muscles to squeeze my half-hard cock, like a soft fist pumping my shaft. My member began to harden again inside her tiny twat. I saw that Al had made no attempt to get up off of Summer; his meat was still stuffed inside her sex. Nor had Bradley pulled out of Cindy's little pussy. "Cindy," Summer said. "Bear down with your pussy like you're trying to stop the flow of pee." "Yeah, like that," Bradley said. "Just like that, a little harder." I could see Cindy close her eyes, concentrating on tightening herself around Bradley's stiffening cock. "It's getting harder inside me!" Cindy said. "They're called your 'kegel' muscles," Summer explained. "I can show you some exercises you can do." I was now fully erect again, my hard cock buried in Brittany's tight little pussy, made even tighter by the way she squeezed me. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled over so that I was on top now. As she giggled with surprise, I began to move my hips, fucking the pretty little girl with long, hard strokes. "Oooooh...yes...fuck me...fuck me..." Britanny cooed as I slowly pumped her messy hole. Summer and Al had changed positions as well, and now the woman was on top, riding the older man's hardness. Bradley had Cindy flat on her tummy and laid on top of her, her legs between his, making her little pussy even tighter than before. I lifted Brittany's legs in the air, giving me a better angle at her upturned pussy. The angle was a pleasurable one for her, too, and she began to moan and gasp as my cock pistoned in and out of her messy little twat. Summer was cupping her breasts as she bounced up and down on Al's pole, and Bradley was stretched out on top of Cindy, keeping her immobile as he pumped her tiny twat with his teen tool. "Yeah...fuck me hard...fuck me hard...oh!" Brittany was really getting into it, having a thick adult cock stretch out her young pussy. With each deep thrust of my hardness into her tight little hole, her legs swayed in the air. She closed her eyes and began to moan loudly as her climax approached, her tight passage contracting around my shaft. Suddenly, she cried out, wrapping her little legs around my waist, her heels digging into my ass. I buried my hardness in her hairless pussy, her muscles tightening around my cock as she came. I gave her a couple of hard, deep strokes before I erupted for the second time, filling her spasming hole with thick, hot jets of semen. Summer, having had her second orgasm, had climbed off of Grandpa Al's meat and was finishing him off with her mouth, greedily sucking his hard cock and begging for his cream. He obliged by spurting his love sauce down her throat. She clamped her lips around his organ and milked him with her mouth, swallowing every drop of his cum. Cindy, with Bradley pumping her sweet pussy from behind, was writhing beneath him, crying out as an intense orgasm wracked her little body. He held her tightly as she thrashed underneath his body, his hips rocking quickly as he sought his own release. Finally, he came inside my little girl, depositing a second load of his spunk in her spasming hole. "Just what I needed after lunch," Al said, looking satisfied. He and Summer shared a kiss. My cock, definitely softened, slipped out of Brittany's messy twat. I sat down on the towel and pulled her into my lap, her pussy oozing cum on my thigh. Bradley had rolled off of Cindy and snuggled with her on their towel. She daubed at her dripping snatch with a corner of the terry cloth. Al was the first to leave, having some matter that needed his attention. Then Summer and her kids left to take a dip in the pool. Cindy and I cuddled together in the shade for a while. "I gotta go pee," she said, getting up from the towel. "Me, too," I said. "Have you seen the shower house?" "Is there a bathroom there?" Cindy asked. "Sorta," I said. "You'll see." The smell of urine was stronger than before, and there were more people inside, pissing and being pissed on. I noticed little Elke, the fluff girl who had sucked my cock while I was on line waiting to feed Mandy my cum. She was lying on a bench, rubbing her tiny clit. "Hi," she said when she saw me. "I'm Elke," she said to Cindy. "I'm Cindy," my little girl said. "Do you want to pee on me?" Elke asked. Cindy looked up at me, curious at why someone would want to be peed on. "Where would you like it?" I asked Elke. "On my cunny," she replied. I aimed my cock at her slit and let loose a thick stream of piss. Elke rubbed her little pussy faster, moaning loudly. She seemed about to come when my bladder ran dry. Emboldened, Cindy straddled the bench, her hairless pussy just inches above Elke's bald mound. Cindy let loose her own stream of urine, mixed with Bradley's semen, which was dripping from her passage. Elke rubbed her little pussy quickly, her fingers circling her tiny clit, rubbing the mixture of cum and piss into her slit. The little girl began to come hard, writhing on the bench as she climaxed. Even after her flow of urine had ceased, Cindy stood over Elke, watching her orgasm with fascination. "Thanks," Elke said. "You're welcome," Cindy replied. We left the shower house. On our way back to the mansion, Cindy had to stop and put her panties back on. Ever since the morning workshop, when I'd taken them off her, she had them wrapped around her ankle so she wouldn't lose them. Now she unwrapped them and put them on. "Bradley put a lot of cum in me," she said. We walked slowly across the grounds, back to the mansion. Cindy seemed in a pensive, quiet mood. "Something on your mind, princess?" I asked her. "Do you want to pee on me?" Cindy asked me. "Only if you want me to," I said. "Only if you'd enjoy it. Think about it for a while." "Okay," she said. On our way back, we came across a group of boys and girls, including some teens and adults, chasing each other in a big free-for-all, like a huge game of tag where every other person was "it". Cindy saw Caitlyn, who was catching her breath next to the treeline, and she asked her what was going on. "It's the Panty Game," Caitlyn explained. "You tag someone and they have to chase you and get your panties off." We watched as boys and girls, men and women chased preteen and young teen girls around the lawn. A teen boy caught a little girl and, despite her squirming and giggling, managed to pull off her little yellow cotton panties. He waved his prize in the air before burying his face between the little girl's thighs. Then it became a contest to see whether she could get her panties back. After a bit of struggling to reach her undies, she surrendered to the teen's probing tongue. I quickly realized that getting a girl's panties off was secondary to whatever followed. "Tag!" Caitlyn blurted out as she touched my thigh and ran off over the lawn. "Get her, Daddy!" Cindy shouted. "Get Caitlyn's panties!" I began running after the little nine year old redhead, intent on catching her and peeling off her little white panties, covered with tiny pink hearts. Behind me, Cindy found a teenaged boy to tag, and she ran off with the lanky blonde boy in hot pursuit. Despite her head start, I began to catch up with Caitlyn, my longer legs conferring me a decided advantage. She giggled as she ran across the lawn, dodging other players and even leaping over girls who were having their panties removed by other players. "Gotcha!" I said, lifting Caitlyn up into the air. She let out a delighted squeal. I fell down to the grass with the little girl in my arms, holding her to my chest with one hand and peeling off her panties with the other. She struggled to keep them on for a bit, but realized the futility and surrendered. Once I had her panties off, we rolled around in the grass playfully. I tickled her until she dissolved into hysterical laughter, and blew raspberries into her creamy thighs. The game took a decidedly different turn when my lips touched Caitlyn's plump little pussy lips. She was still giggling as before, but now she spread her little legs. I cupped her tiny bottom in my hands and drew her hairless slit to my mouth, parting her cleft with my tongue. Seeking out her tiny clit, I probed her bald pussy until I found it hiding beneath her prepuce. Caitlyn gasped as I began to lash her little button. "Uh...uh...oh...uh..." The effects were almost immediate. Caitlyn began to thrash and writhe on the grass as I licked her little pearl, her cupcake ass cheeks tensing and relaxing in my hands. I ravished the little girl's tiny pussy, probing her virgin passage with my tongue before returning to her clitoris, making her moan and cry under the midday sun. "Oh, yes...oh...uh...ungh!" Caitlyn began to convulse as she climaxed, her thighs quivering and pressing against my arms. I kept my lips glued to her bald pussy, lashing away at her little button until she twisted away from my mouth. When she was face down on the grass, I leaned forward and probed her tiny asshole with my tongue, making her shiver with delight. I wondered who would be the lucky boy or man who would be the first to plumb the depths of Caitlyn's delightful pussy and ass. "Here you go," I said, handing Caitlyn her pretty white panties. She gave me a quick peck on the lips before putting them back on and running off to find another person to tag. I had just about caught my breath when I heard someone running behind me. "Tag!" I felt a hand touch my shoulder and looked up. It was a young teen girl with coffee-colored skin and thick black hair, no more than thirteen years old, wearing a white lace thong. Her tiny budding breasts bounced as she ran. I got up off the grass and ran in pursuit. "Can't catch me," she taunted me, with a trace of an English accent, running backwards before tearing off across the lawn. She probably ran track or something and could no doubt outrun me all day long. I ran and played soccer in high school and college, but that ended fifteen years ago when I graduated. It was clear that I'd need some sort of strategy. When we were close to the treeline, I ducked into the woods that bordered the lawn. The girl turned to taunt me again and realized she'd lost sight of me. She looked around, wondering whether I'd given up the chase. Hiding behind a low bush, I watched her scan the lawn, her back to me, no more than fifteen feet away. I moved quietly through the brush, back on to the grass. When she finally heard me running towards her and turned around, it was too late. I grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her on my shoulder. "No fair!" she shouted, squirming in my grasp and kicking her long legs. Despite her speed and strength, she was surprisingly light. I brought her down to the ground and fell on top of her, pinning her, the two of us laughing. "You still have to get them off of me," she said. Using my weight to keep her from escaping, I turned on top of her until my head was even with her thighs and began tugging at her white lacy thong. She stopped struggling at this point, even lifting her hips from the grass so I could pull down her panties. "Careful," she said. "That's my favorite pair." Finally, I got her panties off of her legs. It was then that I realized that she had my hard cock in her hands. She scooted down a bit; I could feel her tiny titties sliding up my thighs. Then I felt the warm, wet sensation of her mouth on my cock. I parted her legs, exposing her sex, just a few tight black curls of pubic hair on her lips and mound. I parted her labia with my fingers, exposing the pink flesh inside, bright against her mocha skin. Leaning forward, I began licking her teen pussy. She was very wet, her clit swelling as I lashed it with my tongue. Suddenly, she rolled away from me. I thought she was going to snatch her panties and run, but instead she got up on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass, presenting it to me. I needed no further invitation. I got behind the young teen girl and pressed the tip of my cock to her juicy slit. She reached down and guided me inside her, gasping as she felt my thick tool enter her sex. "Do it hard," she urged me. "Fuck me nice and hard." I grabbed her waist and, as soon as my cock was deep inside her hungry hole, began to thrust hard and fast, pounding the teen's hot box. "Uh...yeah...like that...fuck...yeah..." I put my whole body into it, slamming the girl's needy pussy, my thighs slapping against hers with each hard thrust. She pushed back against my hips, taking my hardness as deep as she could, her wet pussy making obscene squishing sounds as we fucked. "Mmmmm...yeah...fuck me...fuck me hard..." I was pounding her tight snatch, pumping her teen pussy. Every so often I'd give her ass a slap; not too hard, but it would definitely leave a mark. She'd gasp when I'd do that and moan louder. With my hands on her hips, I slammed her body back against my thighs, my hard cock pistoning in and out of her pink puss. She began to cry out in pleasure. "Aaaaahhh...uh...uh...uh...ungh!" I felt a flood of moisture from her spasming pussy as she came, her passage rippling along the length of my shaft. I kept pumping her hungry hole with hard, fast thrusts until she fell forward on the grass, face down. I was on top of her now, still inside her, my hips resting on her soft round ass. Reaching forward, I slid my hands under her and cupped her budding breasts, palming her stiff nipples. She trembled beneath me, writhing in the throes of another orgasm, her wet hole tightening around my hard cock. "Come..." she moaned. "Come for me..." She didn't have to ask. I was close to my release, feeling my pleasure begin to well up from my center and spread out through my body. I erupted in her wet snatch, my hot cum mixing with her juices, spurt after spurt of my cream filling her hole. My thrusts slowed to a halt and I relaxed on top of the panting teen girl. "Holy fuck," she said, still out of breath. "That was pretty fucking hard." "Too hard?" I asked. "I'm sorry if..." "No, it was great," she said. "I'm Vanessa. Everyone calls me Nessa." "Randy," I said. "Oh, Cindy's dad." "Right." My daughter was more well known here than I was. "Now I know where she gets it from," Nessa said. "She's one lucky girl." "I'm lucky to have her as my daughter," I said. "Are you here with your...?" "My mom," Nessa said. "And my sister. Well, half-sister, Trina." "Trinket?" "Oh, you met her," Nessa said. "Pee on her yet?" "Once," I said. "Her father liked to do it with her," Nessa said. "He was Irish, always had a bladder full of ale." "Oh," I said. "Where was your father from?" "Jamaica," she said. "Went back to the island when he and my mum split up." My cock slipped out of her wet hole and she hunted around in the grass for her panties. "Got 'em," she said, slipping them back on. "I'd tag you again, but I don't want to give you a heart attack," she laughed. "Hey, I'm not that old," I protested. "I know," she said, bending down to give me a kiss. "You're awfully sweet. Hope we can do this again this weekend." "Me, too," I said. I watched her walk away, the white lace of her thong bisecting the mocha globes of her round ass. A beer would be nice right now, I thought, so I headed back to the refreshments tent on the mansions broad terrace. The Panty Game was in full swing by now, laughing girls in their pretty underpants being chased across the grass. Caitlyn had a pretty teenaged girl chasing her, and I saw Madison wrestled to the ground by a tall balding fellow. She giggled as he pulled down her panties and stuck his face between her round little ass cheeks. At the tent, I ran across Helen, Caitlyn's red-headed mother. She was sipping a glass of white wine, a satisfied smile on her face. "Randy, what's a 'milf'?" she asked me. "It's an acronym," I explained. "Mom I'd Like to..." "Fuck?" she said, completing the sentence. "Yes. Why do you ask?" "That's what a teenaged boy called me," Helen said. Right before he slammed my pussy with his cock." "It's a compliment, I think." "I'll take it that way," she said. "Hey, I wanted to ask you something." "Shoot," I said. "Cait's eager to lose her cherry," Helen said. "May I ask how you and Cindy...?" "Sure," I said, taking a sip of my beer. "She tore her hymen in gym class. Accident on the balance beam. She tried to dismount and her ankle got jammed up." "Oh, I see," Helen said. "So you didn't..." "If it hadn't happened that way, Cindy would have done it herself, with a vibrator or something. I was hesitant to hurt her." "But surely her first anal experience..." "Cindy worked her way up to that with bigger and bigger vibrators," I explained. "Sounds like she has a lot of toys," Helen said. "I guess I kinda spoil her," I admitted. Helen listened with interest as I described the Japanese doll I'd bought Cindy, along with the variety of vibrators and dildoes she had. "Randy, would you be interested in helping me?" Helen asked. "Take Caitlyn's cherry?," I countered. "Maybe she should start a bit smaller, like with an adolescent boy." "But they're not very gentle, are they?" Helen had just had her twat pounded by a teenager, and she didn't want Caitlyn's first time to be like that. "I know a thirteen year old boy who'd be perfect," I said. "Mikel, s on of my neighbor Kristina. He's been very good with Cindy. I'll introduce you to them." "That would be great," Helen said. "Randy, I really appreciate this." "We can make it a special occasion," I said. "Caitlyn's coming out party. Have it at my place - we can have a cookout on my deck." "Great idea!" Helen said. We made plans to call each other that week and set it up for the following weekend. Helen gave me a kiss on the cheek and went off in search of her daughter. I took my beer and wandered around the lawn. I noticed that Mandy was still at it. Hours after I'd filled her mouth with my semen, she still had a couple dozen men and teen boys lined up for her hungry lips. I ambled over to watch. She'd lost almost all of the energy she'd had that morning, and it looked like she was having trouble staying upright. Instead of actively gobbling the cock in front of her, Mandy wobbled on her knees, letting the man or boy do all the work. I watched as a middle-aged man held her head in his hands and slide his cock over her lips. Her belly was visibly distended from all the semen she'd drunk, and a few empty bottles next to her meant that there was a cum and beer cocktail churning inside her. "No more...no more..." she croaked weakly, after the man had filled her mouth with his spooge and she had choked it down. "Aw, c'mon, Mandy," a teenaged boy pleaded, next in line to use her mouth. "Just one more load, okay?" "I can't...feel sick..." Mandy fell backwards, sitting in the grass with her legs splayed open. The teen boy began to jerk off, stroking his cock quickly, and a minute later he was spraying his cream all over Mandy's tiny breast buds. Soon she had at least a dozen or more men and teens around her, masturbating furiously. Most came on her face, the rest all over her legs and torso. As they came on the nauseous preteen, they wandered away in ones and twos, leaving Mandy alone on the grass, covered with sperm. "Let me help you, sweetie," I said, helping her to her feet. "Thanks, mister," she said. "Think you can make it to your room?" "I think so," Mandy said. I helped her back to the mansion, though I nearly had to carry her up two flights of stairs. Arriving at her family's room, I had to wipe off the key she wore around her neck: it was covered with semen. Once inside the room, she bolted for the toilet. I held the girl's hair back as she puked what must have been a liter of cum. While she sat on the cool tile floor of the bathroom, I ran the water in the bathtub. Mandy puked again, less this time. I took a washcloth dipped in cold water and pressed it to her forehead. "Thanks," she said. The color was returning to her cheeks, and her belly was once again flat. "I'm Randy," I said. "I'm Mandy." "I know," I said. "I was in line this morning." "Oh, right," she said. I helped her into the bath. Mandy sat there, still too weak to move, while I washed the semen from her body. As I lathered her thighs with soap, she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. "You're sweet," Mandy said. "I wanted to get fucked, too." "Let's get you cleaned up and into bed," I said. She released my hand. I finished washing her and she managed to stand up without too much wobbling. I dried her off and led her out of the bathroom to bed. "Stay with me," Mandy said, holding out her arms. "Just a little while," I said, climbing into bed next to her and putting my arms around her. Mandy snuggled closer to me, wrapping her legs around my thigh. I could feel her pussy, hot and wet, pressed against my skin. "That was so much fun," Mandy murmured. "Sucking all those cocks. I came so many times, rubbing myself. But I wanted to get fucked." "Plenty of time for that this weekend," I said. "I know," Mandy said. "But I want to get fucked now." She rubbed her moist twat against my leg and reached for my stiffening cock. Mandy gently stroked me until I was hard. "Put it in me," she whispered, rolling on to her back. "Please?" I couldn't resist this naked, vulnerable preteen girl who had spent all day sucking cock. As I rolled over and mounted her, she reached for my hardness and guided it into her tight little pussy. "Oh, yeah...so big..." she moaned as my cock began to fill her hungry hole. Mandy wrapped her arms and legs around me, rocking her hips even before I began my first thrusts. Her wet little slit gripped my shaft as I began to pump her, my cock sliding in and out of Mandy's tiny twat with long powerful strokes. "Oooooh...yes...fuck me...fuck me hard, Randy..." I began to pound the preteen girl's tight pussy, fucking her as hard as I'd fuck an adult woman. Mandy rocked her pretty bottom in time with my deep thrusts, her tiny little tits jiggling with every stroke. I leaned down and wrapped my lips around one of her nipples, making her gasp and moan. "Oh, fuck...fuck yeah...I'm gonna...gonna come...ungh!" Mandy grunted loudly as she came, her hips freezing as she arched her back. Her little pussy tightened around my pistoning cock, gripping my shaft as it slid in and out of her spasming slit. I kept pumping her tight little hole, bringing her to one climax after another. It was during a particularly intense orgasm, her pussy muscles contracting around my cock, that I had my own release, filling her tight channel with my hot, thick cum. My thrusts began to slow and finally stop. "Fuck, I needed that," Mandy said, wiping the perspiration from her forehead with the back of her hand. "Thanks." "Happy birthday," I said. My softening cock slipped out of the preteen's cum-filled cleft. "Shit," Mandy said, holding her hands over her sex. "Hand me a pair of panties, will ya? I don't want to leave a wet spot." "Where are they?" "Top drawer," she said, pointing to the dresser. I opened the drawer and took out a pair of peach colored cotton underpants. Leaning over the bed, I slid the pretty panties up Mandy's legs. She lifted her hips off the bed so I could slip them up her bottom. "Thanks," she said, dreamily. "You're welcome," I said, leaning over to plant a kiss on her forehead. "Sleep it off, Mandy. You should feel better in time for dinner." "Okay," she said, sleepily. I covered her slender body with a sheet, turned off the light, and left the room. © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com