The Cindy Chronicles Chapter Nineteen © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com That Friday, I held a small party at my house, sort of a housewarming. I flew Kristina, Petra, and Mikel up, meeting them at the airport in my rental car. Cindy came along for the ride and she greeted her teen friends with hugs and kisses. On the way back to the valley, we shopped for groceries for the weekend. "It is so beautiful," Kristina said, getting her first look at the valley. She was just as impressed with my modest little home. We brought their bags up to the guest room, though we all knew we'd be sleeping together on my huge bed. Summer and Helen came by early, bearing gifts from their new shop. There were shopping bags full of toys, ointments, and lingerie for the girls, and a strappy little harness meant for my cock and balls, intended to make them jut out lewdly. Summer had a lot of fun fitting it to my package, licking my tool to keep me rigid. "What's in the box?" I asked, eyeing a large package that both Summer and Helen had wrestled from their car. "That's for the girls," Summer replied. She opened the box and pulled out some of the packing materials, revealing a padded semi-circular device with a mechanical fitting on top. It looked like a leather Quonset hut. A couple of thick cords led from the device, one attached to an electrical plug, the other to a small box with a couple of dials and switches. Summer unwrapped a small parcel within the box, revealing an assortment of pink latex dongs that attached to the fitting. "It's sort of a junior miss Sybian," Helen said, explaining the function of the motorized device. "What's that, Daddy?" Cindy asked, descending the staircase. She was wearing crotchless pink satin panties with a fluttery waistband, a pair Helen had brought as a housewarming gift. "It's for you, princess," I said. "Summer and Helen brought it." Summer showed Cindy how to attach a dong to the fitting, selecting a smooth pink tapered cylinder with a nubby pad that extended from the base. She smeared the pink phallus with lubricant and then helped Cindy straddle the padded semi-circle. When Cindy's tiny twat had engulfed the latex dong and her bottom was resting on the pad, Summer flicked a switch. The dong began to vibrate. "Wow!" Cindy gasped when she felt the dildo vibrate inside her and the nubby pad press against her clit. "That's nothing," Summer said, twisting one of the dials. The motor inside the device hummed louder, nearly drowning out Cindy's gasps. "Awesome...so good..." Cindy moaned as the powerful machine sent waves of pleasure through her tender body. "It gets better," Summer said. She twisted the other dial slightly. "Oh, fuck...oh, shit...oh, my...it's moving!" Cindy's little body trembled as the dong began to wiggle inside her tight pussy. Summer tried different combinations of vibration and movement that sent Cindy over the edge. Her thighs quivered, pressing against the wine-colored padding as the vibrating dong moved inside her tiny twat with a slow circular motion. She came again and again on top of the device, each orgasm more intense than the last. Finally, Summer cranked down the dials and helped my trembling little girl off of the device. Cindy sat on the floor, panting, trying to catch her breath. "They're popular in Thai brothels," Helen said. "They use them to train the younger girls to be multi-orgasmic." Summer twisted the dials again, showing how the dong moved as it vibrated. "Now, Cindy," she said. "Don't use it too much and never use it alone. You could go permanently numb down there or get hurt." "Okay," Cindy said, nodding her head. I could tell she was eager to ride the device again. It as almost as much fun as riding a horse. "We'll leave it up here, princess," I said, knowing I'd never get that thing on an airplane. As Helen and Kristina helped me prepare food and drink for the party, Summer gave Petra a demonstration of the device. The pretty teen moaned and cried out as the vibrating dong stimulated her juicy twat and swollen clit. Mikel watched his sister ride the machine, stroking his cock until Cindy took over that job, eventually sucking his smooth cock while his sister had one orgasm after another. Guests began to arrive in the middle of that warm spring afternoon. Grandpa Al, along with Leah and Mona, then Marina and her little girls, John and Madison, followed by Summer's kids and Caitlyn, who had been exploring the valley. Since all of the inhabitants were members of the gathering, it was perfectly safe for kids to go off under the supervision of a teen. Dr. Formann and his children arrived as well, along with Phoebe, Nessa, and Trinket. I'd invited Serena and her boys but they weren't able to get free for the weekend. As adults and teens enjoyed drinks in the house, Cindy and the other girls, all wearing just their panties and sneakers by this point, were out in the back of the house, frolicing in the meadow and on the lawn. "Just about ready," I said, taking the first of the burgers off of the kitchen's gas grill. "I'll round up the girls," Helen said, stepping out the kitchen's sliding glass doors to gather up the lovely little nymphets playing in their pretty panties. The girls stopped their playing and followed Helen back to the house. It was getting pretty crowded with two dozen people in the cottage. Fortunately, the afternoon sun was bathing the patio, making it warm enough to eat out there. My dining room table only seated six, eight if the leaves were employed, so we ate buffet style, balancing paper plates on our knees or in our hands, letting the kids use the table and other surfaces to rest their meals. "So, did you two christen the place yet?" John asked as he chewed his cheeseburger. I noticed Cindy blush when he said this. Madison whispered something in her ear, making my little girl giggle. "I think we both know the answer to that," Max laughed. "We even christened the rental car this week," I said. "Daddy!" Cindy cried out. "Sorry, princess," I said, thinking it funny that my little girl could have sex with dozens of people watching but want to keep an intimate moment with her father a secret. I made a mental note to apologize to Cindy later when we were alone. After we ate, more housewarming gifts were opened. Some were eminently practical, like a toaster oven and a massage shower head. Others were meant to give the house a homey feel, like the antique glass paperweight Kristina gave us, or the set of plush bath towels from Max. Finally, there were gifts that only people like us could give each other, like the sex sling that was meant to be screwed into a ceiling beam or the slippery satin sheets, pink for Cindy, royal blue for me. All the girls present were eager to ride the Sybian, so after the gifts were opened and the wrapping paper thrown away, Summer set the device up in the living room. As each girl mounted the machine, gasping and moaning as the wiggling and vibrating dong moved inside their tiny little pussies, John taped each one with his video camera, zooming in close to catch the sight of the pink latex dong filling a hairless twat, then zooming back out to catch the girls as they writhed and moaned in the throes of their orgasms. Summer sat at the controls, orchestrating each girl's pleasure, building them up to an ecstatic crescendo of delight. Those who weren't watching little girls coming on the Sybian were viewing some of the movies Cindy and I had made on the wide screen television, watching my little girl prance around in her panties and training bra, then stripping and getting into bed, choosing a vibrator, and bringing herself off like a skilled professional. At one point, while Cindy was coming on the screen, flesh and blood Cindy was writhing and moaning on the Sybian, filling the room with her cries of pleasure, in stereo even. Helen took the controls for a while as Cindy thanked Summer for her gift, licking the woman's juicy snatch until she bucked and thrashed on my living room couch. Watching a succession of little girls in their orgasmic delights had made Summer quite horny and it didn't take long for Cindy, aided by Bradley and Brittany suckling their mother's breasts, to make the woman come. Our youngest nymphets were plumb tuckered out from playing outdoors and then riding the Sybian. But there was still some teenage cooze to enjoy. Petra sucked me to hardness and then I banged her juicy teen twat from behind while she watched the wide screen, coming hard just as I was filling Cindy's tiny twat in a movie clip. Kristina cleaned her cream-filled passage with her tongue while I moved on to Nessa, suckling her mocha breasts and then lapping away at her pretty pink pussy. By the time she was moaning and writhing on the rug, I was hard again. I rode her athletic body to another orgasm, leaving her tight teen twat filled with my hot, thick semen. Soon enough, my house was being christened in earnest, a full-blown orgy taking place in my new home. The girls, having recovered from the Sybian, caught their second wind and got involved, finding cocks to suck or pussies to lick, tongues to ravish their hairless little clefts or hard poles for a tiny twat or tight ass. John had little Zhenya bouncing on his thick cock while Madison took another turn on the Sybian. Bradley was pumping Marina's wet snatch, his muscular glutes tensing and relaxing as he pounded the Russian woman's gash. Helen had Grandpa Al in her pussy and Max in her mouth, while Caitlyn and Mandy suckled her breasts like nursing infants. Brittany and Mona were locked in a writhing sixty-nine, moans of pleasure muffled by juicy twats. In a corner of the room, Tanya had just licked Cindy to a ferocious climax. I walked over to my little girl with the flushed face. "Daddy..." she said, dreamily. "Let me make you feel good..." As Tanya went off to find another pussy to lick or cock to suck, I knelt next to Cindy, my cock hardening as she began to stroke it. Then she got up on her hands and knees, facing away from the corner. "Let's do it like this," she said. "So we can watch everyone." "Okay, princess," I said, kneeling behind my naked little girl. I rubbed the head of my prick along her wet slit and found the entrance to her tight passage. "Oooooh...yessss..." Cindy moaned as I sank my thick shaft into her hungry hole, and she pushed back with her hips, needing to take more of my hardness inside her tender body. I held her cute little bottom and began to thrust in and out of her tiny twat, feeling her tightness grip my glistening shaft. As Cindy and I coupled in the corner, we watched our houseguests busily sucking and fucking, on the floor, on the couch, even on the kitchen counter. Phoebe had Tanya on the counter next to the stove and was sucking on the naked little nymphet's hairless pussy while Trinket rimmed her mother's ass. Mikel had Nessa pinned against the wall, fucking the pretty teen from behind as he groped her breasts. Petra was riding Mark's hard teen tool like a horsewoman, bouncing up and down on his hips. All she lacked were reins and a saddle. "Oh...Daddy...yes...yessss..." Watching other people have sex always made my little girl a horny minx. As I pumped Cindy's tiny twat with my thick shaft, I felt her tender body start to tremble, signalling the onset of her climax. I began to thrust faster, pounding her tight little hole with my hard meat. Cindy began to convulse and cry out, adding her own voice to the chorus of gasps, moans, sighs, and cries of delight that filled the room. Her pussy tightened around my pistoning cock as she came, gripping my hardness tightly. I gave one last deep thrust into her spasming passage and erupted, filling my little girl's tiny twat with thick gouts of hot semen. Cindy gasped when she felt the flood of cum fill her young sex. "Mmmmm...that was nice, Daddy," Cindy murmured. After pulling out of her cum-filled hole, I sat down in the corner and pulled her into my lap, cuddling with my satisfied little girl as we watched our guests. Cindy pointed out Mikel and Nessa, fucking standing up. "We've never done it that way, Daddy," she said. "You'll have to stand on something," I said. "Or kneel on the bed." "You're leaking, sweetie," Helen said, holding a washcloth. "Daddy puts a lot of cum in me," Cindy said, not without a certain pride. "Let me clean your pretty coochie," Helen said. I held Cindy in my lap as the woman knelt down and began to lap at my little girl's oozing slit, scooping up my sperm with her tongue and lashing Cindy's tiny clit. I embraced my pretty babygirl as she enjoyed a quiet little orgasm. When Helen had finished licking the cum from Cindy's tiny twat, the woman wiped the remnants with the washcloth, gently daubing Cindy's hairless labia. "Thank you," Cindy said with a smile. "You're welcome, sweetie," Helen said, getting up to look for another pussy to clean. It was late when the last guests left, leaving me, Cindy, Kristina, and the twins to clean up. When that task was complete, we all took a nice long soak in the hot tub, a soothing break that left us drowsy and contented. After drying off, we all trooped up to my bedroom. I fell asleep with Cindy cuddling me on one side, Kristina snuggled on the other, Petra and Mikel lying next to us, drifting off on our new satin sheets. I awoke the next morning to a warm, wet feeling on my hardness. Opening my eyes, I saw Cindy and Petra licking and sucking my cock and balls. Kristina sat on the edge of the bed, sipping a cup of tea. "Good morning," she said. "There is coffee if you want it." "Thanks," I said. "I think I'll wait until the girls have had their morning sperm." Two sets of lips and tongues on my cock and balls made short work of me, and I erupted in a geyser of semen that the girls greedily gobbled, passing my spurting tool from one mouth to the other. Just as well, as I really had to go to the bathroom. After breakfast, we drove up to the ranch, passing farms and fields, some fallow, some not. We'd packed a few things, like a picnic lunch, and the girls had knapsacks holding fresh panties and sex toys. Since this was the first gathering in the valley, Grandpa Al convened a meeting in the ranch's spacious dining room. There were just thirty families present as not everyone was able to travel for this gathering. The sun was just starting to warm the air, and a few people still wore clothes. Kristina wore a loose jacket over her bra and panties, while I took off my shirt and jeans and left them in the car. Mikel, Petra, and Cindy, however, didn't seem to mind the lingering chill, and the girls stripped down to their panties while Mikel went nude except for his sneakers. "Welcome to Salem Valley," Grandpa Al began, "and the first of what I hope are many happy gatherings in our new norhtern home. We'll still be holding gatherings in the mansion in the Hills, but once a month we hope to come here. That means three gatherings a month instead of two. Also, the valley will be a permanent presence, which means that you can come up during the week and find a few families here. Some of you have bought homes here, some intend to. All are welcome to come and relax and enjoy what the valley has to offer." "Now, there was a meeting of the executive committee last week," Al continuted. "It was decided that some changes would be made. First, about age restrictions. These had originally been put in place to prevent overcrowding at the mansion. But now that we have the valley, there's no reason to continue with them. In the weeks to come, we hope to see some familiar faces return and some new faces appear." "There will be some new rules," Al went on, "with respect to our youngest members, concerning what activities they can participate in. We're still working with our expert members, such as Max and Summer, to determine what these will be. The ranch has a facility that can serve as a nursery for those too young to play with older children and adults, and again, Summer will work out a program with their parents that will integrate the youngest into our community." "Now, the valley and this ranch are a work in progress," Grandpa Al said. "Please don't hesitate to give me any suggestions you have that might improve things and enhance the pleasure we'll find in this lovely place. Have a great time, everybody, and thanks for coming." The meeting broke up but before any other activities could begin, there was an important matter to take care of. Grandpa Al ushered all of the men and teen boys out to the back of the ranch, near the stables and corral, having us stand in order of our membership, oldest first. This placed me towards the end of the line but not last. "We performed this ritual when we first moved into the mansion," Al explained. "And now we perform it here, consecrating this fertile ground with our seed." And with that, Mona began to travel the line, accompanied by Leah and Tanya. The pretty teen knelt before each man and teen boy, taking their cocks in her mouth while Leah knelt behind them, her probing tongue finding their puckered assholes. Between the sucking teen and the rimming preteen, most of the men came quickly. Tanya, the youngest girl present, was there to catch their semen in a crystal urn. Across from us, Cindy and Zhenya held Marina's hands as the women and girls present watched Mona milking men and boys for their seed. The urn was about half full by the time Mona reached my place in line. Though she'd sucked over two dozen cocks by then, she showed no signs of tiring. The teen girl smiled up at me as she took my hardening cock in her mouth, and as she sucked and licked my member, I felt a warm, wet tongue between my ass cheeks. The feeling was delicious, two girls' tongues bathing me fore and aft. As Tanya held the crystal vessel ready, she pressed her thighs together rhythmically, no doubt horny as hell from watching Mona's skillful sucking. Though I savored the feeling of the teen girl's lips and tongue on my tool, I didn't hold back. Feeling my pleasure begin to rise, I began to let go. But Mona, skilled in the art of fellatio, anticipated my orgasm, summoning Tanya over with a tilt of her head. The little girl was right there with the urn, holding it close to my knob to catch the first ropy jet of semen, bringing it closer as each spurt erupted from my cock, then holding it underneath to catch the last few drops. As Mona and Tanya moved on to the next cock, Mikel's, Leah stopped rimming me with a soft kiss on my ass cheek. When they had worked their way to the end of the line, Tanya handed the crystal urn to Mona, who brought it over to Grandpa Al. As everyone gathered around, he bowed his head and poured about a cupful on the ground. "The remainder will be split up," Al explained, "poured into vials, one for each home in the valley. Those of you who own land here will receive one, the rest will be frozen for future landowners." This being a milestone gathering, bottles of champagne were popped and poured. Cindy and I sipped ours while we mingled with the other families. I noticed some new faces and a few girls and boys who couldn't be older than four or five years of age. One blonde young girl, wearing just a loose pair of white cotton panties, held the hand of a girl who looked to be still in her teens. She was with Grandpa Al, and when the older man saw me and Cindy, he steered them over to us. "Heather, this is Randy and Cindy," Al said. "This is my granddaughter Heather and my great-granddaughter Kayla." "Pleased to meet you," I said, shaking the teen mom's hand. Her belly had a pronounced swell over the fanny pack hanging from her hips. I guessed she was midway through her pregnancy. "Such a pretty little girl," Cindy said, taking Kayla's hand. "How old are you?" "I'm four years old," Kayla replied, holding up four fingers. A trio of bracelets, white, blue, and green, encircled her chubby wrist. "This is Kayla's first gathering," Al said. "Congratulations, Kayla," Cindy said. The little girl blushed and smiled. "We were going to take a walk around the meadow," Al said. "Would you like to come?" "Sure," I said. Cindy and I followed Grandpa Al - Great Grandpa Al, actually - as they followed a path up the rolling hills behind the ranch. If the distant mountains were a house, this was the front steps and porch. The first wildflowers were blooming and Cindy took Kayla's hand as they went off in search of pretty petals. Heather sat down on an outcropping of rock and reached into her fanny pack, pulling out a fat joint and a lighter. "Marin County," she said, taking a pull on the joint and passing it to me. I took a hit and handed it to Al. Just then, Cindy and Kayla ran up, each holding a small posy of spring flowers. Al passed the joint to Cindy just as Kayla climbed into her mother's lap. "Can you put flowers in my hair, Mommy?" she asked Heather. "Sure, babygirl," she replied, taking the flowers from her daughter. After taking another hit on the joint, she began to trim stems and leaves, weaving the delicate spring blossoms into her daughter's wavy blonde hair. Cindy came over and held my hand as she watched Heather and Kayla. "Heather lived with her boyfriend in Marin," Grandpa Al explained. "He knocked her up and split, so she's staying at the ranch now." "Kayla loves it when I lick her cunny," Heather said. "Don't you, baby?" "I love it, Mommy," Kayla said. "I can orgasm now," she said proudly to Cindy. "Would you like me to lick you?" Cindy asked the girl. "Can she, Mommy?" Kayla asked Heather. "Sure, honeycups," Heather said. Kayla slid off of her mother's lap and pulled her white cotton panties down, letting them pool around her ankles. Then Heather lifted her daughter up into her lap, spreading her legs. Cindy knelt in the grass growing at the foot of the rock and leaned in to kiss Kayla's chubby little pussy. "She's barely got a clit," Heather explained. "Lick where you think it might be, 'cuz there's a sweet spot right around there." We passed the joint around as we watched Cindy lean in and start to probe Kayla's hairless little slit with her tongue. Kayla gasped and began to squirm in her mother's lap as my little girl ravished her baby twat with her tongue. When Cindy found Kayla's barely visible clitoris, the four-year-old began to breathe heavily and moan. "That's it, sweetie," Heather cooed as she caressed her daughter's face. "Let the good feeling come." "Oh, Mommy...she licks me good..." Kayla closed her eyes as she abandoned herself to the feelings Cindy was giving her. My little girl was gently stroking Kayla's plump little thighs, running her hands over the child's soft, creamy skin. As Cindy ravished her baby clit, her breathing grew heavier, making her flat little chest with its tiny nipples heave visibly. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Kayla began to moan as Cindy's tongue sought out her tiny pussy, her chubby thighs quivering as her pleasure grew. Suddenly, the little girl stiffened in her mother's embrace, her thighs pinning Cindy's shoulders. Cindy licked Kayla until the little girl's orgasm began to subside, then she sat back on her heels and wiped her wet face. Heather reached into her fanny pack and handed my daughter a tissue. "Thanks," Cindy said, daubing her moist chin. "That was nice, Cindy," Kayla said. "Thanks." "You're welcome, Kayla," Cindy said. "You taste so sweet." That made Kayla blush and giggle. Kayla climbed out of Heather's lap again and Cindy hugged the little girl. "How long do you think she's going to hold on to her cherry?" Grandpa Al asked his granddaughter. "I was hopin' she'd hold out until nine," Heather said. "Like me. But here, with everyone ruttin' like goats, I give it a year, tops." She lit another joint and we began to walk back to the ranch. When Kayla took a hit off the joint, I thought Heather's estimate might be optimistic. "How about you?" Grandpa Al asked Heather. "You closed for business?" "Maybe, maybe not," she replied. "Still got two good holes for you, Gramps." Grandpa Al invited us into the ranch for a quick tour. We'd already seen the dining room, not as big as the one in the mansion, but spacious enough for the smaller valley crowd. There were offices and conference rooms, the residential wing, and the guest rooms. One large space was being converted to a nursery, and the walls had already been painted bright festive colors. There were a half dozen cribs and a few bunk beds for daytime naps. Al explained that there were teen and tween girls eager to look after the younger children and that Heather would coordinate their rotating shifts, leaving the girls time to enjoy themselves on the ranch. After the tour, we reemerged into warm sunlight. Cindy and I met up with Kristina and her kids, and we fetched the picnic basket from the car, along with a big blanket. As we trekked back up to the meadow, we realized that we weren't the only family with that idea. Grandpa Al, seated on a blanket in the shade of a stand of trees with his family, waved us over. Marina and her girls were with him, along with John and Madison and the Formanns. I spread out the blanket next to the rest and Kristina began to unpack the basket. "The grille isn't set up yet," Grandpa Al explained. "So instead of a cookout we thought a picnic would be mighty fine." "I haven't got a grille at my place either," I said. "Next time I come up." Kristina had prepared the basket that morning, making fried chicken and sandwiches, diced fruit and raw veggies with dip, and chocolate chip cookies. The girls were playing in the meadow, giggling as they plucked wildflowers. Kristina called Cindy and Petra over, and Mikel scooted over on the blanket to give them room. I'd packed a couple of bottles of wine, one of which I opened, pouring glasses for Kristina, Marina, Max, John, and Al. We enjoyed a nice picnic lunch in the shade of the stand of trees where I imagined shepherd boys dozing in the noonday sun, while their flocks lazily chewed grass and weeds in the meadow. Birds wheeled overhead in the lusterous blue sky and clouds scudded across the valley from one ridgeline to the other. After we ate, Kristina packed the leftovers and the plates in the basket and we dragged the blanket into the sun. "I don't know about anyone else," I said to no one in particular, "but I'm going to make love to my beautiful little girl under this perfect blue sky." There was general assent to this statement. More blankets were dragged out from under the shade, underwear was doffed, and soon the blankets were covered with naked adults and children, kissing and caressing each other. "It's so nice here, Daddy," Cindy cooed as she lay on top of me. As I gently stroked her smooth back and soft, round bottom, she trapped my cock between her creamy thighs, pressing them together. Next to us, Petra and Mikel were snuggled up against their mother, taking turns kissing her as they fondled her perky breasts. Madison was on top of her father, her pussy pressed to his mouth as she licked and sucked his cock. Leah was coaching little Kayla as the youngster sucked Al's thick cock. The four-year-old could barely fit his knob in her mouth, but gamely stroked his hard shaft, hoping for some of her great grandfather's cream. Marina and Max shared a blanket, kissing and petting while Mark fondled Zhenya's hairless pussy, and his sister Mandy licked Tanya's tiny nipples. On the far corner of the group of blankets, Mona had her hand against Heather's swelling tummy, trying to feel if the baby was kicking. Then the two began to kiss, and Mona's hand worked upwards to her cousin's lush breasts. Cindy scooted around so her lovely little pussy was pressed against my lips. I probed her hairless cleft with my tongue, pressing inwards until I could feel her tiny clit begin to swell. I heard her moan as she reached for my stiffening cock, and then I felt her tongue bathe my knob, so warm, so wet, so soft. I bunched up the corner of the blanket under my neck, propping up my head so I had a better angle on Cindy's tiny twat. I felt her moan around my cock as I lashed her little pearl with my tongue. As I ravished Cindy's young sex, all I could see was a vee of sky framed by her thighs. Around me, I could hear a sea of sighs, an ocean of moans, punctuated by the cresting wave of a gasp or a sharp breath. I recognized Madison's voice, the soft rhythmic chirp she gave out when she had a hard cock thrusting inside her. I heard Zhenya say something in Russian, followed by a giggle from her sister. There was a moaning voice I didn't recognize, probably Heather's, and I imagined her pregnant belly rising and falling as Mona lapped at her fertile pussy. "Uh...uh...uh...uh..." Cindy had taken my cock from her mouth and was gently squeezing it, moaning rhythmically as I lashed her button with my tongue. The moans grew louder and higher in pitch until suddenly she cried out, her quivering thighs pinning against my shoulders. I cupped her sweet little cupcake ass cheeks, holding her steady as I ravished her hairless honeypot. She trembled and shuddered on top of me as she came and then she rolled off of me, her face flushed and her hair mussed. "My pussy's on fire, Daddy," she cooed as she scrambled on top of me, reaching down to guide my hard cock into her wet slit. "Let's see if I can put it out," I said, holding her hips as she slowly settled down the length of my hard pole. Once my thick cock was buried deep inside her tight little pussy, I sat up, pulling her legs behind me so our bodies formed an X, the Tantric position that Summer had taught us the year before. It made for a nice, slow, langourous coupling, and both of us could look around and see what everyone else was doing. Kristina had her face buried between Petra's thighs while Mikel banged his mother from behind. Madison was riding her father's cock, cowgirl style. When he saw how Cindy and I were doing it, he pointed us out to his daughter, and soon they were in the same X position. Both Leah and Kayla were sucking on Grandpa Al's cock and balls, while he laid back, staring at the clouds. Max was on top of Marina now, pumping the Russian woman's pussy with his hard meat. Next to her, Zhenya was riding Mark's teen tool while Mandy and Tanya were locked in a sixty-nine. Mona and Heather were in the same position, their thighs quivering as they licked each other's juicy teen twat. "Oh, Daddy...Daddy...oooooh..." Cindy moaned as we wiggled together, our hips grinding, my fat prick plugging her tiny cunt. Every so often I'd make my cock twitch inside her tight passage and she'd respond by squeezing my shaft with her pussy muscles. With her bottom resting on the top of my thighs, we were able to kiss, our lips perfectly aligned as they met and melded together. One thing I had noticed from group sex was that orgasms were a contagious thing. Perhaps it was the sound of a girl or woman in the throes of passion, or the soft grunt or groan when a boy or man spent his seed in a willing mouth, pussy, or ass. Or possibly it was a pheromonal thing, a subtle scent carried in the air that passed from person to person like the common cold. Whatever the means of transmission, it was my experience that once someone began to climax, the rest of the group was sure to follow in close order. It was Heather who came first, her body shaking as Mona ravished her swollen clit. Then Petra sang her song of delight, spurred on by her mother's skilled tongue. Marina followed, crying out as Max pumped her spasming pussy, and then her two little girls added their voices to the growing chorus of orgasmic women and girls. In the space of a few minutes, all the females had come except for four: Leah and Kayla, who had just made Grandpa Al spurt his hot cum in their warm little mouths, and Cindy and Madison, whose orgasms were delayed by the languid pace of our coupling. "Fuck me hard, Daddy," Cindy moaned. "I need a come badly." I wrapped her up in my arms and rolled forward, laying her on her back on the picnic blanket. She giggled and wrapped her legs around my waist as I began to pump her hungry pussy with my hard meat. Almost immediately, Cindy began to moan loudly, her tender body trembling as I pounded her needy snatch. It didn't take long for Cindy to catch the contagion, and she came, bucking and thrashing no the rough woolen blanket, her arms and legs quivering as they held me tightly. As she cried out with pleasure, I buried my thick tool deep inside her spasming passage and erupted in a torrent of sperm, filling her pulsating passage with thick gouts of cum. I stayed inside my little girl's tight pussy, exchanging soft kisses and whispered declarations of love. After I pulled my softening cock from Cindy's messy hole, we lay together under the warm spring sun, watching Grandpa Al lick Kayla's bald puss while the little girl lapped at Leah's young sex. Heather had taught her daughter well, and she managed to make Leah moan and thrash on the blanket even as her great grandfather made her come with his long, rough tongue. We laid out on the blankets, enjoying the fine weather until a fleet of clouds began to block the sun, chilling the air a bit and sending us back to the ranch. Katherine gave us the keys to one of the guest rooms so we could shower and take a nap before dinner. All of the bathrooms had large tubs and a bidet in addition to the usual fixtures. After rinsing my sperm from her pussy on the bidet, Cindy and I took a bath together before taking our afternoon siesta. The rest of that weekend was a blur of food, drink, and sex. I had a chance to taste Kayla's baby pussy, licking the four-year-old to a squirming, wriggling orgasm, her plump little legs scissoring around my head as she came. Afterwards, Cindy coached her as she sucked on the head of my penis, stroking my shaft with her chubby little fingers. I rewarded her with a mouthful of hot, thick semen, which the little girl hungrily swallowed. Heather, too, sought me out. She'd heard that drinking semen was good for the health of her fetus, so she sucked just about every man or boy present, even the young boys who were just making a drop of clear fluid. As for her other holes, the front might have been temporarily closed, but the rear entrance was open for deliveries. Pregnancy had made her buns swell almost as much as her belly and breasts, but the passage between them was hot and tight. That Sunday, as we were packing to return to LA, Cindy was wistful. She loved the beach, the city, and her school friends, but the week we'd spent in the valley was magical, heavenly. I made a promise that we'd soon return, and since summer vacation was in a few weeks we'd have more time to spend at our new house. This brightened her mood somewhat. The next gathering was at the mansion, over a three day weekend, and it was a very special occasion. Every year, a pageant would be held, for girls, tweens, and teens. The girls were divided into age groups: 8 to 12, 13 to 17, and now, with a younger group present, 4 to 7. It was part beauty contest, part talent show. The week before, Summer had sent me an e-mail, asking me to be one of the judges. Cindy would be entered so I couldn't judge the middle group, and my cock was a bit too big for the youngest, so I was assigned to judge the teens. When we arrived at the mansion that Friday, Summer handed me a clipboard with the scoring sheets and she explained the various categories and criteria. The annual pageant was a popular event, and that evening the ballroom was filled to capacity. I noticed a lot of new faces, young girls and boys along with teens and adults. A lot of little boys and girls were attending their first gathering, and as with all new attendees, they garnered a lot of attention from kids and adults alike. Kayla, looking fetching in a skimpy pair of white cotton panties, was the new star here, and as she walked through the ballroom holding Heather's hand, plenty of people were happy to bend down and greet the little girl, making her blush with a kiss on her forehead or giggle madly by picking her up in the air. The new arrivals proudly sported their pretty new colored bracelets, comparing them with each other and the more seasoned members of the gathering. One red headed five year old girl wore both pink and brown bracelets along with blue and green, and I wondered how young she'd been when she lost her cherry. Chrissie and Jessi appeared with a six year old boy, all three wearing matching pink satin panties with a dainty white lace trim. Cindy went to greet them and meet the new little pantiboi. Instead of the usual buffet, Friday night's dinner was a sit-down affair, served by some of the older teens looking to earn a little extra cash for the coming summer vacation. Cindy and I were seated with Kristina, Marina, John, Jing Li, Linda, and all their children: Mikel, Petra, Zhenya, Tanya, Madison, Jason and Jade. Because of the number of attendees, extra tables and chairs had been procured, and space was tight despite the size of the room. Linda and Jing Li were curious about what the valley was like, peppering John and me with plenty of questions about the previous weekend and what the available houses looked like. I explained that though the majority of the houses were on farms, there were plenty of homes on smaller plots that had belonged to merchants and tradespeople, well suited for a single parent with one child. Both expressed interest in buying a second home in the valley. After dinner, there was a mock pageant held by the boys in the ballroom, a sort of parody of the girl's pageant. First, there was the "swimsuit" competition. Since nudity was the preferred bathing suit gatherings, the girls would model underwear instead, so the all boys came out in panties, sashaying along the runway in borrowed frillies, all, that is, except Chrissie and Jessi. The pair, who normally wore girls underpants, both appeared in jockey shorts to the delight of the crowd. A panel of judges, among them Marina, Helen, Phoebe, and Jing Li, sat at a table taking notes and comparing scores. Talent was next, and this was quite entertaining. The boys played it half seriously, and for every boy that tried to do a parody of a girl performing gymnastics or sing a Spice Girls song, there was one that took it seriously, demonstrating that there were a lot of talented singers, dancers, and musicians among the boys of the gathering. I borrowed a sheet of paper and a pen from Phoebe and began to copy down the names of some of the teen boys for use at the next casting call at my production company. The next phase of the mock pageant was also a parallel of the girls: a judging of certain sexual characteristics. The ten highest scorers from the first phase were lined up on stage in the nude. Cindy was delighted that David was among them. First was the pussy eating competition. Mona lay down on a low padded table and the boys had one minute to lick her clit, the winner being whoever made her come first. The order was chosen at random, and additional points were awarded for technique and style. Mikel, the seventh boy in line, hit the jackpot when the pretty teen began to convulse on the table. Then it was time for the fucking competition, also known as the "Fuck Off". The lucky girl this time was Leah, lying on her back on a stack of pads. Mona had gotten her nice and wet with her tongue and now the ten semi-finalists each took their two minute turn with the pretty preteen. This time David was the first to make Leah come, though Bradley won some technical points, thanks to his mother's coaching and Brittany's assistance. The boys were all hard, none of them having come in Leah's tight pussy, which was fortunate because here was Summer with a tape measure, calling out the length and girth of each boy's cock to the panel of judges. For the final part of this phase, Summer donned a manual vibrator, an antique device that strapped to the back of her hand. Meant for use during actual back and deep muscle massages, it made her whole hand a vibrator. Brittany wheeled out a small table with ten martini glasses, and she and her mother went down the line of boys, one by one: Summer would give each boy a vibrating hand job. They all came quickly, unable to resist her lubricated and vibrating palm and fingers. In a parody of the sperm ritual enacted at the ranch in the valley, Brittany caught their semen in the martini glass. She then took the glass to the judges table, where each judge took a small sip and passed it to the next person at the table, all jotting notes on taste and texture. A few minutes later, the three finalists were announced: Mikel, David, and Bradley. Summer came out with a stack of index cards and asked each one an absurd question. Each gave an equally absurd answer that ended with the hope for world peace and an end to poverty and hunger. The competition ended with the boys parading down the runway in their sexiest male underwear. Daringly, David wore a tight black thong, and Cindy was among the many girls in the audience who swooned at the sight of his tight buns bisected by a thin nylon strip. The DJ spun a few tunes while the judges conferred. Finally, the winner was announced: David took the honors, and Summer and Mona crowned him with a tiara and presented him with a bouquet of flowers. Bradley and Mikel did a picture-perfect parody of the runners-up, a range of emotions passing over their faces as the third and second places were announced. David's sister Polly mounted the stage and hugged her brother, giving his package an affectionate squeeze. Petra and Brittany did the same with their brothers as well. The individual prize winners were announced: Bobby's cock was determined to be the largest, and Mikel had the best tasting semen. This earned the boys special attention from the girls and women present, all interested in verifying the judges' findings. All evening long, after the tables were cleared away for dancing, the three finalists were constantly surrounded by women and girls, Cindy included. She had a not unrequited crush on David, and he gladly returned her affections. My little girl was quite popular at gatherings, both for her beauty and her body's delightful charms. While the DJ spun tunes and people filled the dance floor, there were the usual activities off to the side, where the floor was covered with mats. I noticed the girl I'd seen earlier, the five-year-old with the pink and brown bracelets. A twelve year old boy had her panties off and his head buried between her thighs, licking her plump little pussy. She writhed and moaned on the mat as he nibbled her tiny clit, bringing her to a quivering orgasm. "That's Tasha," Caitlyn said. "I met her before dinner. She's really sweet." Both of them shared the same color hair, so it was only natural that they'd find each other in a crowd. We watched as the little girl curled up between the boy's legs and started sucking his smooth young cock and lick his hairless balls. "Ooooh...can I?" Caitlyn said, noticing that my erection was tenting my black silk boxers. "Sure, sweetie," I said. As we headed for a space on the mats next to Tasha, I caught a glimpse of Cindy onstage, riding David's hard cock, her cute little ass rising and falling as her pussy engulfed his tool. I grabbed a couple of towels and made a pillow for my neck, propping up my head as I lay down on the mat. Caitlyn straddled my chest, facing away from me, and fished my cock out of my shorts. She scooted back until her hairless little pussy touched my lips, then she leaned forward. As I licked the length of her cleft through the slit in her panty crotch, I felt her warm mouth envelop my knob. Caitlyn's tiny clit began to swell as I lashed it with my tongue. I could feel her moaning as she bathed the head of my cock with her soft tongue, squeezing and stroking my shaft with her little hands, gently cupping my balls as she sucked me. As I ravished her fresh young pussy, my hands roamed over her soft back and round bottom. She began to rock her hips as I licked her, seeking my probing tongue on her little button. "Oh...oh...oh...oh..." Soft gasps escaped Caitlyn's lips as she began to come. As soon as I pressed a finger inside her tight passage, she started trembling and crying out with pleasure. The little girl shuddered on top of my body as she came, her legs quivering on either side of my head. I kept lashing her tiny twat with my tongue until she scooted forward and then around, pressing her wet pussy lips against my glistening cock. "In me..." Caitlyn said, breathlessly. "Put it in me..." I lifted her little bottom with one hand and guided my hard tool to her rubbery lips. It took a couple of seconds for her to find the right angle, but then I felt the tip of my cock enter her tight hole. Caitlyn settled down on my pole, wiggling her hips as her tiny twat stretched to accomodate my girth. Once most of my hardness was inside her tight passage, she began to rock her hips back and forth as her legs lifted her up and down on my shaft. Next to us, tiny Tasha watched what we were doing and decided to do the same. She released the boy's wet dick from her mouth and straddled his hips, guiding his stiffy into her bald little puss. Tasha watched Caitlyn carefully and emulated her hip motions, her tiny twat sliding up and down the boy's smooth young shaft. "Oh...oh, yes...oh...oh..." Caitlyn was moving faster now, chasing her pleasure. I held her hips and matched her movements with my own, sliding my glistening cock in and out of her succulent hole. Her long red hair spilled out around her face as she leaned forward, her hands on my chest, her hips moving quickly now as she bounced up and down. Caitlyn's breath became ragged, giving her moans a husky tone as they grew louder. Suddenly, she convulsed, crying out, her tight pussy spasming around my hardness as she came. As her hips trembled and froze, I stabbed upwards with cock, pumping her pulsating passage. She cried out again and I felt her muscles contract around my tool, squeezing my glistening shaft. That sent me over the edge and I erupted, filling her tight channel with thick gouts of cum. Feeling her pussy fill with hot semen made Caitlyn gasp and collapse on my chest, moaning softly as I pumped her full of my cream. As my hips slowed to a halt, I caressed her long red hair and soft creamy skin. I kissed the top of her head and she let out a contented sigh. We watched Tasha ride the boy's young cock, her little hips rocking back and forth, her hairless little puss engulfing and releasing his tool. The boy looked up at the girl with an amazed expression, marvelling at how tight her tiny twat felt around his stiff dick. When the girl came, letting out a cry of delight, he gasped loudly as his own orgasm hit, causing him to deposit a single thin squirt of cum in her tight hole. After cuddling with Caitlyn for a while, I left her there with Tasha, who was cleaning my cum from her pussy, hungrily lapping up the semen that oozed from her hole. I got a drink then I caught up with Cindy. She was working her way through the three finalists, having ridden David's cock, then Mikel's, now she was sucking Bradley's teen tool, getting him hard for her hungry hole. I sipped my drink as I watched the teen boy mount my little girl and pump her slippery slit with his smooth young cock, making her writhe on the mat as she came. Later on that night, alone together in bed, Cindy rode my hard cock to a last orgasm of the day. She was excited about tomorrow's pageant and needed one last come to help her sleep. I assured her that she'd be fine, just to relax and be herself. Cindy laid her head on my chest and I stroked her soft hair as we drifted off to sleep. © 2010 Anais Ninja anais.ninja.asstr@gmail.com anais_ninja@hotmail.com