****** Selling Your Cookies by Ron's World ******
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Selling Your Cookies


The day was cold and windy. It had been an unseasonably chilly spring. My next
door neighbor Bob and I were kicking back in front of a roaring fireplace
watching an old war movie and drinking scotch. An altogether satisfying day.
There was thunder rumbling in the distance. As the movie neared its climax I
heard the rain start to beat down on the roof. I got up and looked outside,
turning to Bob to say, "I think we're in for a gully washer."

I returned to my seat on the couch to watch the rest of the movie. It was not
long after that we heard a frantic banging on the front door. Cursing inwardly
at having to leave the fire, I got up and went to the door. Opening it, I found
a sad little drowned angel on my doorstep. She was wearing a Girl Scout uniform
and pulling a little red wagon full of boxes of cookies. She looked up at me
with big blue eyes, sniffling.

"Please can you help me?" she asked.

"Sure sweetheart, anything you want. Come in out of the rain."

"I need to call my mom to pick me up. I can't walk home in this rain."

"Sure, let's get you dried off first. Go on in, there's a fire going in that
room over there," I said pointing in the direction of the family room. I opened
the garage door and pulled the little wagon inside the garage. I went into the
bathroom to get some towels to help her dry off when there was a very loud clap
of thunder. The ground shook and all the lights went out. I made my way back to
the family room and saw Bob crouched in front of our little guest talking to
her softly, reassuring her. She was standing in front of the fireplace
shivering and looked frightened by the thunder. She didn't know the half of it.
Bob and I had tag teamed little honeys like her before, my daughter included.
That was before her bitch of a mother moved away and took her along. When she
crossed my threshold she entered my world and hers would never be the same.
This little one was going to be thoroughly fucked today whether she liked it or
not. All I needed to do was keep her away from the phone and figure out what
the hook was to reel her in.

I handed her the towel. Her little white blouse was sticking to her and she
wasn't wearing a bra. In the firelight I could see her budding breasts with
nipples puckered with cold. Bob got up and went in search of the candles.

"What's your name honey?" I asked her, using the Mr. Friendly voice.

"C-c-cyndi," she stammered.

"Cyndi, I'm Ron and that's Bob," pointing over to where Bob was lighting some
candles.

Bob smiled at her. She tentatively smiled back. I had to figure a way to get
her out of the room so I could disconnect the phone cord from the wall. I
looked over at Bob and nodded. He was familiar with the routine. We usually had
to lure someone over to the house on some pretext, but this one just fell in
our laps, pardon the pun.

Bob said, "Cyndi, let's go into the bathroom and take off your wet socks and
shoes. We can put them on the radiator so they'll be dry by the time your Mom
comes to pick you up."

As Bob walked out, he turned to me and said, "Get the kit too." Our "kit" was a
bag of sex toys and lubricants we kept handy for these types of occasions.

After they had left the room I went over to the phone and picked it up. There
was no dial tone. The lightning strike must have taken out the phones along
with the power. I unplugged the wall jack just to be sure. I also went into the
kitchen and disconnected that phone. While in the kitchen I grabbed the gym bag
from the pantry that contained our little fuck kit. As an added precaution I
turned off my cell phone and put it into a drawer. No worries about a phone
ringing at an inopportune time.

Cyndi and Bob returned. Bob was behind her and gave me an "OK" hand signal
saying he approved of our choice of entertainment for the afternoon. I can't
say I blamed him. Cyndi was beautiful. Long wavy blond hair, big blue eyes, and
legs that seemed to go on forever. She looked so cute in that uniform. The
skirt showed off her long legs and her damp blouse left nothing to the
imagination. My cock was twitching. I mentally tried to rein in my lust, not
wanting to scare away our prey.

"Can I call my mom?" Cyndi asked.

"Sure honey," I said, "The phone's right over there."

Cyndi padded over to the phone in her bare feet and picked it up. She didn't
hear a dial tone, so she pressed the switch hook several times, trying to
establish a connection. Meanwhile Bob had settled himself on the couch. He knew
I was the brains of this operation and was content to follow my lead. He
counted on me to figure out how to get to our goal.

Cyndi turned to me with a quizzical look on her face. "The phone's not working.
Do you have a cell phone I could use?" This was one smart girl. I reassessed my
opinion of her.

Of course, I lied. "No, sorry. I don't have a cell phone and neither does Bob.
Why don't you sit over by the fire? I'm sure the phone company will fix the
problem soon and we will be able to call your mom."

Cyndi accepted this with good grace, returning to her place by the fire. Bob
had put some pillows down on the floor while Cyndi was trying the phone,
knowing she would not be successful.

"Now I'll never be able to finish selling all my cookies," Cyndi said, wiping
her nose. "I'm trying to earn a trip to the amusement park by selling those
cookies. All my friends have already qualified for the trip. Today is the last
day for me to sell the cookies. If I don't sell the whole wagonload I won't be
able to go. Now it's raining and I don't see how I will be able to sell all my
cookies today.

She was right. It was still pouring down outside. The thunder was rumbling and
it didn't look like the rain would let up anytime soon. The hook materialized
in my mind.

"Look, Cyndi. Bob and I are really nice guys, but we don't have any use for
that many cookies. How many boxes do you have to sell?"

"Fifty," she said with a sniff.

"I don't think I could eat that many cookies in a year. How about you Bob?"

Bob shook his head, trying to conceal a smile. He was catching on.

"Cyndi, maybe we can make some kind of deal. If we are nice to you and buy some
of your cookies, will you do something nice for us?"

Cyndi looked uncertain. "It depends on what you want me to do."

"How badly do you want to go on that trip with your friends?"

"Really bad. I'd give anything to go with them."

"All I want is to feel good. Bob feels the same, right?" Bob nodded. "We want
to make you feel good too. We'll buy all your cookies and teach you some new
things if you will do exactly what we say for the next couple of hours. If you
refuse to do anything we ask, the deal is off and we won't buy any cookies."

Cyndi looked from me to Bob, trying to decide if she could trust us.

"Remember Cyndi, I said we want to make you feel good too. Wouldn't you like to
feel good and sell all your cookies at the same time?"

"Y-Yes," she said uncertainly.

"We're going to ask you to learn some new things today. It might seem scary at
first, but you will enjoy it, I promise. C'mon Cyndi. Be brave and say yes.
Remember you can always say no to what we ask. All that will happen is we won't
buy your cookies." I was lying of course, but she had no way of knowing that.
She was lost the moment she walked through the door.

"Ok, I'll do it."

"Good decision Cyndi. Now, how much would it be for 50 boxes of cookies?"

"$175.00"

Bob and I pulled out our wallets and between us counted out $175.00. I put the
money on the end table where Cyndi could see it.

"Here you go Cyndi, this is what's waiting for you if you obey us. If you're
especially good, Bob and I will double this amount, right Bob?"

Bob nodded.

I moved the coffee table across the room. Bob and I liked to use the couch as
our base of operations and the table would just get in the way.

I motioned Cyndi over to the couch and told her to kneel in front of me. I let
go of the raging lust and allowed my cock to fill with blood. Cyndi's eyes
widened. She couldn't take her eyes from my crotch. Bob was seated at the other
end of the couch. He started to slowly rub his own burgeoning erection.

"Have you ever been curious about men Cyndi?" I asked her softly.

"Y-yes," she stammered.

I asked her to take her hand and place it over my erection. It was too early
for either Bob or me to fully expose ourselves to her, so our cocks were still
safely in our pants. Cyndi first looked over at the money on the end table
before tentatively reaching out her hand. She placed her hand on my erection as
I stifled a groan. Bob was squeezing his balls and running his hand up and down
his cock, but Cyndi didn't notice. She was riveted on the hardness beneath her
hand.

At first she just left her hand there, not moving it. My cock started to jump a
little, startling her. She slowly moved her fingers over me, exploring my
length. She licked her lips, concentrating on what she was doing. I noticed she
was squirming a little on her knees. This was definitely a good sign.

"Have you ever seen a naked cock?" I asked her.

She looked up at me as if she was emerging from a trance. It was almost as if
she had forgotten my cock was attached to me. Cyndi shook her head indicating
she had not seen a naked cock. She looked over, noticing for the first time
that Bob was handling himself. She watched him rub and squeeze his cock and
balls and slowly started to copy what he was doing. Things were progressing
nicely.

"Bob, why don't you let her see what a naked cock looks like?" This was a
standard ploy of ours. Showing the girl the goods from a safe distance at
first. Bob unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. He pulled his pants down a
little freeing his balls also, giving her a full view. Bob resumed stroking
himself and playing with his balls. A drop of pre-cum was glistening on the tip
of his cock. I enjoyed this erotic sight. Bob and I enjoyed watching each other
while we fucked these hot little honeys.

Cyndi was still stroking me, but she was engrossed with what Bob was doing. I
was beginning to sense that she was a hot one, needing little encouragement.
While she was watching Bob I slowly unzipped my fly and freed my cock. She
jumped at the touch of her little hand on my hot hard naked flesh, returning
her attention to me. She took her hand away for a moment and examined me up
close. I held my breath for a moment, but then she resumed stroking me. She was
now able to wrap her fingers around me, no longer restricted by my clothing.

"Mmmmm, squeeze it a little darlin," I moaned. Cyndi complied. "It's just like
a big salty lollipop, babe, take a lick."

Cyndi hesitated for the first time. I pointedly looked over at the money,
raising my eyebrows. Cyndi got the message. She leaned forward and tentatively
licked me.

"It is salty, but it doesn't taste bad," she said.

I put my hand over hers and showed her how to jack me properly. I bumped the
head of my cock against her lips and told her to open her mouth. Cyndi opened
her mouth and I pushed the head of my cock inside.

"Suck baby, suck me."

Cyndi started to suck and I pushed my cock deeper into her mouth.

"Roll your tongue around the head, honey, that's it. You're doing great baby.
Suck Daddy's cock baby, yes." I usually liked to fantasize about my daughter
while I was doing this, but Cyndi was so beautiful and receptive that it wasn't
necessary.

Bob was still sitting at the other end of the couch. He was lightly stroking
himself, not wanting to cum just yet. He knew the drill and was just waiting
for my signal. He was going to have her first, shooting her full of cum to
satisfy my fetish. I love fucking a girl who's already full of another man's
cum. Bob was always happy to oblige.

Cyndi was on her knees with her head in my lap, still fully clothed. The next
step was tricky. Girls her age were insecure about undressing and it wasn't
easy to get them out of their clothes without a fight. We solved most of this
problem while satisfying Bob's fetish. He loves to fuck a girl who's half
dressed.

So far things have been going swimmingly, and I felt it was time for the next
step. I grabbed Cyndi by her hair and lifted her head. She had been lustily
slurping my cock with abandon. When her head came up her eyes were glazed.

"Cyndi, Bob is going to get off the couch and move behind you. I just don't
want you to get scared. You have enjoyed everything so far, yes?"

"Yes, Ron, it's been fun. Not what I expected at all."

This was another very good sign. Looks like we might have a natural born fuck
slut on our hands.

"Cyndi, Bob is going to reach under your skirt and take off your panties." At
her panicked look I tried to reassure her. "He's not going to take off your
skirt, only your panties. No one will be able to see anything, OK?"

Cyndi nodded, swallowing hard.

"Cyndi, Bob's going to touch you under your skirt. You have seen how good what
you've been doing me makes me feel, right?"

Cyndi nodded again.

"Bob and I want to make you feel just as good, even better. Is that OK?"

Cyndi again looked over at the money before nodding.

"Ok, now get back to what you were doing, baby. Suck Daddy's cock some more."

Cyndi resumed her ministrations. I unbuttoned my shirt, baring my chest. After
a few minutes, Bob moved behind Cyndi. He gingerly reached up under her skirt
to pull down her panties. Cyndi didn't pay him any attention; she was occupied
with sucking my cock. She was getting better at it by the moment and I was
fighting off an orgasm. I couldn't resist bucking my hips a little to the time
of her cute little sucking mouth.

Bob pulled the panties down to her knees and Cyndi even lifted her legs one at
a time to allow him to completely remove them. Very good indeed. Bob slowly ran
his hands up and down her legs, a look of ecstasy on his face. He nodded to me,
urging me to blow my wad in her mouth, but I held off. Very soon we would know
how the rest of this afternoon was going to go. I saw Bob's hand disappear
under Cyndi's skirt and I knew he was going to slip his fingers between her
cunt lips to get the lay of the land. Cyndi suddenly gasped and stopped sucking
me, finally distracted from her labors. Her breathing was coming in gasping
little pants and she looked up at me in wonder.

Bob pulled his hand out and licked his glistening fingers. "Don't think we'll
need any lubricant with this one, Boss. She's wet as hell," he announced. I
knew we had a live one on our hands. Bob put his hand back under her skirt and
I knew he was carefully inserting his fingers inside her. Cyndi's eyes got
wide, but she quickly recovered and we were rewarded with our first little baby
moan. Cyndi closed her eyes and pushed back against Bob's hand. Mmmmm, very
good indeed.

"C'mon, don't stop sucking me baby. Daddy's got a present for you." I wanted to
finish before Bob started fucking her so I could relax and enjoy it. I also
needed time to recover for the next round, since I knew I would soon be
following Bob into that hot little snatch.

I was now frantic to cum, all my anxiety about Cyndi having been washed away by
the sight of Bob's fingers slick with her juices. She was going to take both of
us with little or no struggle, I was sure. Between moans Cyndi continued
sucking me and rolling me on her tongue. Bob put his hand over hers, helping
her jack me.

"You got to swallow this honey, or the deal's off. Swallow all of it baby,
c'mon," I moaned between clenched teeth. I could feel my cock swelling and the
cum starting to rise. I thrust my cock to the back of her throat, gagging her,
knowing it would force her to swallow when I let loose. I exploded into her
mouth. Cyndi swallowed as fast as she could, but gobs of cum dripped out of her
mouth, falling on my chest. Bob reached over and rubbed it into my skin.

I was gasping for breath, trying to recover from the mother of all orgasms.
"Damn, baby, you keep this up you will earn your bonus, big time."

Cyndi wasn't really paying attention to me. Bob was sliding his fingers up her
cunt slit teasing her clit. Cyndi jerked every time his fingers slid over that
sensitive bud.

"Come here and sit on Daddy's lap baby." I pulled Cyndi up on my chest and
flipped her over so she was facing Bob, who was kneeling at my feet. His cock
was purple it was so full of blood. Bob reached for Cyndi's legs, slinging them
over my knees, spreading her. He ran his hands up her legs.

"She's intact, Ron," Bob said, warning me that she was a virgin. Bob liked to
pop cherries and was pretty good at it.

Cyndi tensed up and began to struggle a little, but I wrapped my arms around
her, holding her tight.

"Remember your bonus baby." I whispered in her ear.

Bob moved in for the kill. He lifted her skirt exposing her to our gaze for the
first time. She was perfect and pink with a dusting of fine blond pubic hair. A
perfect hot little angel.

"Give her a lick or two Bob, that will settle her down."

Bob bent his head and buried his face in her snatch. I felt Cyndi tense up,
then relax as his tongue started to work it's magic on her clit. We have found
that it is easier, especially with virgins, to give the little one her first
orgasm before breaking her hymen.

Bob was making little circles around her clit with his tongue, holding her legs
down. I still had my arms wrapped around her, trapping her squirming little
body against mine. Cyndi's eyes were closed and she was breathing fast. Slowly
her hips started to push her cunt into Bob's face, aiding him. I felt her relax
against me. I took my arms away and she arched her back like a cat.

"Bob, you can stop holding her down, I think we've got her now."

Bob took his hands off her legs and Cyndi spread them wider to give him better
access. Bob brought his hand to her cunt, palm up, and inserted two fingers
inside. He was going to carefully stroke her "G" spot without breaking her
hymen. When his fingers started stroking that sensitive spot, her body jerked
and she began to moan.

"Daddy's little girl likes this doesn't she?" I whispered in her ear, giving
her encouragement.

Cyndi moaned in answer, beyond speech. I could tell she was about to have her
first orgasm. I turned her head and kissed her, taking her little gasping moans
into my mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she started to suck on it.

Cyndi was frantic, pushing her little cunt at Bob's face, arching her back. She
pulled her mouth away from mine and let out a screaming gasp as her body
convulsed with its first orgasm. She looked up at me in wonder, her pupils
dilated with lust, her mouth slack, as she continued to shake and cum.

Then she whispered, "Daddy, Daddy," closed her eyes and sighed in contentment.

Bob lifted his face, wet with her juices from her cunt, his eyes shadowed with
barely controlled lust.

"Open her blouse, I want to see her tits," Bob gasped.

Cyndi was moaning softly still as I began to unbutton her blouse. Bob was
positioning the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt, slowly rubbing
the cock head against her clit. Cyndi moved restlessly at this new erotic
sensation. I got her blouse open and Bob moaned at the sight of her perfect
little budding breasts, crested with perfect fat pink nipples. I reached and
pinched and stroked her nipples, making her gasp, distracting her from Bob, who
was about to start pushing his cock inside her.

"You're going to be a good girl, aren't you?" I whispered in her ear. "Make
Daddy happy. You're going to take Bob's cock aren't you?"

Cyndi looked down to where Bob was starting to push against her cunt. She
moaned and pushed her hips to take him deeper, obviously liking this new
sensation. I reached down and started playing with her clit, moving my fingers
around it in circles. Cyndi moved her hips against my hand.

"You like this baby, don't you? You're going to be Daddy's little slut aren't
you?"

Cyndi was lost in a world of erotic sensation, I'm not even sure if she heard
my words, or if she did, they excited her even more. She moaned as Bob invaded
her inch by inch. Bob's muscles were trembling with the effort it was taking
him to go slowly with her. I knew he wanted to pound into her, but he still had
to pass the barrier of her hymen.

Bob looked up at me and I knew he had reached her hymen. With some girls it was
breached with little trouble or pain, but not with others. We couldn't be sure
which would be the case with Cyndi. I continued to stroke her clit, lubricating
it with her juices. Cyndi was panting and pushing against Bob's cock, wanting
to take more of it. Bob suddenly thrust his hips, breaking her hymen with one
stroke, then stopping to let her get used to him inside her.

Cyndi jerked a little at the tearing inside her, moaning. She tensed up for a
moment, but after a while she began to push against Bob again, trying to take
him deeper. Bob smiled at me and obliged her, pressing his cock deeper until it
was all the way inside. He slowly pulled it out again, causing Cyndi to gasp. I
could see a small amount of her virgin's blood on Bob's cock before her plunged
back in again, setting up a slow rhythm.

"Mmmm, Ron she's a tight one. We'll have to get this one naked upstairs and tie
her up." Bob gasped. This was another of our predilections.

Bob was fucking her in earnest now, and Cyndi loved every minute of it. I
continued to stroke her clit, my fingers sometimes straying down to Bob's cock
as he slowly plunged in and out of her. The veins in his cock were bulging and
I could tell it wouldn't be long until he filled our little slut with his cum.
Cyndi was nearing another orgasm, gasping and moaning.

"Ahhhhh, Ron she's cumming. I feel you, little devil. Yeah, squeeze my cock you
little slut."

Bob rammed her harder as she jerked and moaned, cumming with a man's cock
inside her for the first time.

"Tell Daddy you like it baby, tell Daddy you want more," I whispered into her
ear.

"Y-y-yes Daddy, please. Please I want more."

By that time my own cock was coming to life again. As soon as Bob was finished,
I planned to replace him in that hot little snatch.

Bob rammed himself home with a shout and with my fingers I could feel his cock
pumping a load of cum inside Cyndi's little hot box. He thrust a few more
times, gritting his teeth and moaning. Bob pulled his dripping cock out,
squirting out a few more spurts of cum on Cyndi's heaving chest. We'd have to
get her out of her clothes. It wouldn't do to send her home to Mommy with cum
stains on her blouse.

Bob stood up and started to remove his clothes. Now that she was pretty well
broken in, this shouldn't bother her. I stroked her little cum filled cunt for
a moment before telling her to stand up.

Cyndi stood up and I began to remove the rest of her clothes also. She stood
unresisting, cum starting to run down her legs. I told her to kneel on the
floor with her upper body resting on the couch. I liked to take my little cum
filled sluts from behind. Bob stalked naked on the other side of the room
pulling on his wet cock, which was already showing signs of life again. He must
have really liked fucking this one, because he seemed eager to take her again.

I took off my clothes and reached over for the bag with the fuck toys. I pulled
out a bottle of vaginal lubricant, a bottle of anal lubricant, an anal toy, and
a length of rope. I reached for her arms and tied them behind her back, being
careful not to make the knots too tight. Cyndi was unresisting and passive,
just the way I liked my little sluts.

I positioned myself behind Cyndi and pushed my cock inside her. She was pretty
tight, but well lubricated with her own juices and Bob's cum. I reached up and
grabbed her bound hands, pulling her back against me. When I pulled my cock out
it was covered with her juices, Bob's cum, and a bit of her virginal blood. I
got light headed and my cock hardened even more, as I told you I like to fuck
cum filled little sluts.

Bob was still stalking around the other side of the room, full of restless
energy. He was impatient for me to finish so he could have another go at her.
With this in mind, I reached for the vaginal lubricant and squirted some on my
cock before pushing it back inside her little snatch. Believe me, she was still
dripping wet with her own juices, but it wouldn't do to make her too sore. We
wanted her to be able to take both of us several more times.

Cyndi moaned, liking this new position. She pushed back on my cock taking me
deeper, arching her back, and unknowingly presenting her little virgin ass to
me. Bob, getting impatient, which wasn't like him, came over to the couch. He
pulled Cyndi up, taking a seat on the couch so her head was in his lap.

"Lick me clean and suck me hard again." Bob was a man of few words.

Cyndi complied; licking Bob clean of his cum and her juices with her pink
little tongue. I started ramming her harder, reassured by the fact that she was
well lubricated. I pulled on her bound hands, my balls slapping against her
little clit. I could feel her little cunt clenching, the precursor to another
orgasm. I reached over for the anal lubricant, putting some on my index finger.
Cyndi was fast approaching her climax. I carefully inserted my lubricated
finger in her ass and was rewarded with a scream of pleasure. This must have
sent her over the top because I felt her cunt convulsing around my cock and her
little ass squeezing my finger as she bucked with another orgasm.

The feeling of her little cunt squeezing my cock was more than I could take. I
reached around her to squeeze her little tits as I felt myself beginning to
cum. I pulled out of her steaming snatch and blew my load all over her back and
her bound hands. This was for Bob's benefit. He liked to watch me spew all over
a little slut we were fucking.

Bob quickly lifted her little body up and impaled her on the cock she had
stiffened with her sucking. Cyndi's arms were still tied behind her back, so it
was hard to keep her balance. Bob grabbed her around the waist and pistoned her
up and down on his cock. Cyndi screamed with pleasure, not seeming to have had
enough yet. I think we had a definite little fuck slut on our hands. After a
while Bob pulled her up off his erect cock and walked over to the fireplace. He
laid her down on the rug in front of the fire and jacked his cock, ejaculating
his cum all over her little body. She moaned as the hot cum splashed on her
skin, arching her back, still tied up.

"There you go. Now you're a real cum soaked slut," Bob said as the last drops
of cum rained down on her.

Bob was right. Cyndi was writhing on the floor cum dripping from her hot little
cunt, her skin sticky with it.

I was getting hard again, but I think our little slut has had enough for one
day. She definitely earned her bonus. As she lay dazed on the rug before the
fire, Bob reached down and untied her hands. He gently rubbed the cum into her
skin saying, "You like to fuck, don't you baby." Cyndi nodded, not being able
to speak.

I went upstairs with a candle and started a bath so we could wash the cum off
our little slut. While I was running the water, the power came back on. Bob
carried Cyndi upstairs and gently placed her in the partially filled bath.
Cyndi lay down in the water and I taught her how to scoot down and let the
water from the tap splash on her clit, so she could masturbate that way at
home. She was moaning and cumming again in the water while Bob and I stroked
our once again hard cocks. It was a while before we were finished with that
bath, not being able to resist taking turns fucking her again.

I dried her hair after we were done and got her dressed. Bob dressed and went
to the garage to unload the cookies from her little wagon. He took one of the
boxes of cookies and emptied it out, planning to fill it with some toys for our
little girl.

Bob came back upstairs to find Cyndi sitting in a chair in my room watching me
dress. She was still being very quiet. Only time would tell how she would
eventually react to her experience. Bob had taken a vibrator dildo from the
fuck kit downstairs. He showed Cyndi how to turn it on, again so she could
masturbate at home. He also gave her some anal lubricant and the anal sex toy
so she could play with that. Bob put the toys into the empty cookie box so her
parents wouldn't see it when she got home.

We went downstairs and I handed Cyndi the money plus her bonus. She shoved the
money into her pocket with a big smile on her face.

"Should I call my mom now to come pick me up?" Cyndi asked.

"No, honey, we'll take you home," I answered.

I put her little red wagon into the back of my truck. Bob and I got into the
cab with Cyndi sitting between us. She rode all the way with her trusting
little hand on my leg.

She gave us directions to her house, which was only a few blocks away. I told
her on the way that she was welcome to come over to my house again whenever she
wanted. We dropped her off with her little wagon, watching her skip up her
drive, the box of sex toys clutched to her chest. She turned and merrily waved
at us before she went into the door.

Bob and I weren't sure if we would ever see our little beauty again. This was
the way of it sometimes. You fucked the seemingly hottest little fuck slut
imaginable then she would never darken your door again. We never pursued our
prey after the first time, preferring her to return to us willingly.

The weather started warming considerably in the next few weeks. I was walking
around in a constant state of lust, reliving in my mind our experience with
Cyndi. Bob would come over whenever his wife would let him out of her sight,
but we didn't see or hear from Cyndi.

One day, several weeks later, I was home alone reading the paper when I heard a
knock on the door. My heart raced, as it did every time there was someone at
the door. I was hoping it was Cyndi. When I opened the door, there she was. She
smiled up at me and said, "Hi," the cookie box of sex toys under her arm. I
grabbed her arm and pulled her into the house, slamming the door in my haste.
Saying nothing to her, not even a greeting, I pushed her to the floor telling
her to get on her hands and knees. She obeyed without question. I knelt behind
her and pulled up her dress and pulled down her panties. I fingered her while
freeing my erection and found her soaking wet. I spread her legs farther apart
and shoved my cock to the hilt in one long slick stroke. She was more than
ready for me, moaning and pushing against me.

While I pistoned my cock in and out of her snatch, I fumbled for the cordless
phone on the end table. I quickly dialed Bob's number, impatiently waiting for
him to answer. When he answered I gasped into the phone, "Get over here right
now. Our beautiful little fuck slut is back." I heard Bob hang up and knew he
was on his way.

I was franticly pounding away. Cyndi was moaning, "Daddy, daddy, daddy," as she
was nearing the first of what would be many climaxes today.

"Oh, yes, baby, take Daddy's cock. You're Daddy's little slut and I'm going to
fill you up with so much cum, baby." The gloves were off. I didn't have to be
gentle anymore. She knew what to expect and loved every minute of it, cumming
all over my cock and she hadn't been inside the door ten minutes. She panted,
"Yes Daddy, yes, yes," as she fucked me.

I heard Bob come in the door, panting from running over from his house. He
freed his cock, knelt in front of her and shoved it into her mouth, pulling on
her hair so she would take him down her throat. "Suck me you little slut, yes,"
he commanded.

"We need the kit, Bob, I gasped. I want to tie her up."

Bob popped his cock out of her mouth and went in search of our fuck kit. While
he was gone, I reached over and grabbed the cookie box. I took out the anal toy
and smeared it with lubricant. I was going to fuck this little beauty's ass
today whether she liked it or not. I shoved the end into her ass, not being
very gentle, but she didn't seem to mind. She had obviously been practicing
with the toy, because her ass began to quickly expand, allowing me to insert
the toy deeper.

Bob came back with the fuck kit. I was close to cumming, so I motioned him off
when he came up to begin tying up our little fuck toy.

"You want Daddy to fill you with cum?"

"Yes, Daddy, please please. I've missed your cum. I played with the sex toys,
like you told me, but it's not as good as a real cock inside me."

I obliged her by filling her pulsing little cunt with my cum, blowing such a
large load that it began to drip down her leg.

Bob saw that I had the anal toy deep inside her ass. He got the honor of
deflowering each new orifice and I was looking forward to fucking her ass after
he had filled it with cum.

I pushed Cyndi down on the floor when I was done cumming inside her and stepped
away, pulling the anal toy out of her ass. Bob quickly bound her hands behind
her back. I grabbed her and carried her into the family room. I sat down with
her on my lap and spread her legs and pulled them back, giving Bob easy access
to her ass.

Bob came into the room, took off his clothes, and knelt in front of Cyndi. He
had brought the anal lubricant with him. He slathered some on his cock and
positioned it at the entrance to her ass. Cyndi whimpered a little, frightened.
Bob said, "You knew what you had in store for you when you came back here,
slut, so don't complain." Cyndi swallowed hard and nodded.

Cyndi got her ass thoroughly fucked by both of us that day, not to mention her
cunt and her mouth. She seemed to enjoy it. We tied her up on the bed upstairs
and took turns fucking her. She was a happy little cum stained mess once again
by the time we were through with her. She quickly picked up on the fact that
Bob liked it when she pretended he was forcing her, so she would moan, "No, no,
no," and let him fantasize he was raping her little cunt while she was tied up.

We sent her home after a bath, making sure she took her little box of sex toys
with her. Things went on happily for a few months like that. Cyndi would show
up almost every Saturday, wet and ready when I opened the door. She surpassed
every little fuck slut we had trained previously. She loved the Daddy daughter
games I liked to play. I told her that her daddy didn't know what he was
missing. She loved it when I whispered dirty little things in her ear while I
was fucking her, calling her Daddy's little slut.

We had come up with an excuse for Cyndi to tell her parents to get out of the
house on Saturdays. She told them I had given her and her friends permission to
swim in my pool, which I had. She would come over with her little friends
sometimes and swim. I would watch their little developing barely-teen bodies
and fantasize. I didn't make a move on any of them, though. I was happy fucking
Cyndi as much as I possibly could. Usually when she was there with her friends,
she would find some pretext to slip away. I would drag her into the bathroom
and make her suck me off while I looked out the window at her friends. Bob
would also come over when he could. He wanted to make moves on one of Cyndi's
little friends, so he was starting to chat her up, getting the lay of the land.
She seemed to enjoy the attention, but nothing ever came of it. Bob wanted to
see if he could coax Cyndi into approaching one of her little friends for some
lesbian action.

One day Cyndi called up and said she was coming over with her Dad. She said he
wanted to meet me since I was being so nice to her. I didn't think that was
such a good idea, but what could I do?

Cyndi came over with her Dad, Jim. I greeted them at the door and invited them
out to the patio. Bob was also on hand for moral support. I was hoping Jim
wouldn't catch on to the currents of lust passing between us.

Jim and Bob and I talked, sitting in lounge chairs, drinking beer, while Cyndi
stripped down to her bathing suit and jumped into the pool. I tried to keep my
eyes off her half-naked little body.

We men talked about sports, the usual stuff. After a while Cyndi got out of the
pool and toweled herself off. She went over to her dad and sat in his lap. Jim
stroked a hand up and down her back for a while, continuing the conversation. I
was getting uncomfortable, especially when Cyndi took the towel off and her
body was outlined by the wet bathing suit.

Bob got up and said, "How about I start the coals up and we grill some
hamburgers?"

Jim pushed Cyndi off his lap and said, "I'm not hungry right now, but Cyndi is,
aren't you baby?"

At that, Jim unzipped his fly and freed his erect cock. Cyndi wasted no time
deep throating him. You could have knocked Bob and me over with a feather.

Jim looked at us and said, "I guess I have you guys to thank for teaching Cyndi
this little skill?" Bob and I nodded, in shock. Cyndi stripped off her bathing
suit, not losing contact with her father's cock.

Jim continued, getting a little out of breath while he was fucking his
daughter's face, "Cyndi says you like to fuck her when she's already full of
cum, Ron."

"Yes, that's true. Bob loves to oblige."

"I'd like to try that myself. Bob, if you don't mind fucking her full of cum
for me."

Bob was already unzipping his fly. You didn't have to tell him twice.

It was quite a day for all of us. Cyndi took three guys without much trouble,
being the excellent fuck slut she was. Dad was very happy with the training we
had given her. After we had made his little girl a cum stained mess once again,
I asked him, "Do you mind that we took her virginity before you had a chance
to?"

"Heck no, she's got a little sister. I'll take her cherry. When she's full of
my cum, you guys can fuck her too."

An excellent suggestion agreed to by all. Maybe Bob's lesbian fantasies would
also come true.


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