"Hey, you don't have any boy dolls."
Beth looked up at the man who stood over her, grinning down. He had deeply tanned skin and lots of black hair on his legs, chest, and tumbling around his ears. He wasn't quite as old as her daddy, but he was older than the lifeguard that Cathy liked.
"I don't care for boys," Beth said, and returned to playing with her dolls.
"How about men?" the man asked, squatting. His penis had fattened as he gazed at the sleek-bodied little girl with her so-innocent face and brown hair bobbed short.
"I like men all right," she said concentrating on her dolls as she moved them about.
"You here all alone?"
"My sister's around."
"How old is she?"
"Sixteen."
"And you?"
Beth looked at the man. "You a cop or something?"
The fellow laughed, still squatting beside her. "Why'd you say that?"
"I don't know. You're asking a lot of questions."
"My name's Gary, and I live near here. I'm no policeman."
The girl had the mere beginnings of breasts, making very small dents in her blue one-piece swimsuit. Gary's cock throbbed harder.
He glanced about the beach. "I don't see your sister."
"Oh, she's with that lifeguard. She digs him."
"I get it," Gary said, staring at the tent next to the vacant lifeguard tower.
He glanced back at Beth. "What do you think they're doing?"
"Fooling around," Beth said, walking a doll across the sand.
"You mean… fucking?" Gary asked.
Beth looked up and stared at him. "That's a dirty word."
Gary laughed. "Do you know what it means?"
"I don't want to talk about it," Beth said.
"Look – I've got a great idea. Why don't you and I go over to my place? It's right over there – see?" He pointed to a two-story building that was sandwiched in a row of similar structures along the edge of the beach. "We can have a cold drink. Like strawberry pop?"
"I like Coke better," Beth said.
"I've got Coke."
"I shouldn't go," Beth said. "My sister may come back and wonder where I am."
"So you'll return in a few minutes. Anyway, she's busy – like you said."
"My mother always told me I shouldn't go anywhere with strangers," Beth told Gary.
"But I'm not a stranger! I live right here. Besides, do I look like a person who would eat you up or something?"
Beth laughed, showing white teeth. Her brown eyes sparkled. "I guess not."
"Then, come on." Gary held out his hand to her. "Better bring your dolls, too. You wouldn't want anyone to steal them."
The sun had made Beth thirsty, and a Coke sounded good. She glanced quickly at the life-guard's tent. Cathy was still in there with the guy. Beth resented the way her older sister spent so much time with what's his name – Boyd – whenever they came to the beach. She didn't like being left alone. And the man who was holding out his hand to her seemed nice, despite the fact that he had used a dirty word.
Lots of people talked dirty. Even Beth's daddy sometimes said, "Shit!"
Beth took Gary's hand and let him help her to her feet. She bent and gathered up her dollies. Gary eyed the neckline of her swimsuit which sagged a bit while she bent forward. He saw only the tiniest suggestion of swells, and he thrilled stronger.
He was grateful that few people were on the beach that day, because he had a noticeable lump in his swim-trunks as he walked across the sand beside the young girl.
"What's your name!" he asked.
"Beth Ellen Brewster."
"Do you like to be called Beth Ellen or just Beth?"
"Beth's okay."
"Do you live near here, Beth?"
"About two miles."
"Your sister has a car?"
"No, we came on the bus."
"Do you come here often?"
"Whenever we get the chance. Now that school's out, we'll be coming more, I hope."
"I hope so, too," Gary said, and smiled down at her.
They climbed the wooden stairway on the outside of his building, Beth going first. Gary watched her little bottom wiggle in her snug swimsuit. The suit's elastics had crept up to expose the lower curves of her white buttocks. Gary studied her crotch where the center strip of her swimsuit passed between her scissoring, slender thighs.
They reached the door of Gary's apartment, and he opened it. Beth stepped into a living room littered with magazines, beer cans, and overflowing ashtrays. Two men in swimsuits lounged there – the first gaunt and sandy-haired, with long legs and a beaked nose; the other compact and dark, Latin-looking, with a mustache. They got up when Beth and Gary entered. Both looked at the young girl with interest.
"Beth, I want you to meet a couple of friends of mine," Gary said. "The tall one's Gabe and the other guy's named Pedro."
Pedro grinned, showing teeth that were very white. "Hello, little lady," he said with a trace of accent.
Beth smiled shyly at the strange men, then cast an uneasy glance at Gary.
"Hey, break out some Cokes, you guys!" he said. "Beth, sit down over here on the sofa."
Gabe went into the kitchen, and Pedro walked to the sofa to sit next to Beth. "What you got here?" he asked, taking one of her dolls.
"That's Barbie," Beth said.
"Very pretty!" Pedro ran a finger along the doll's legs.
"What are you talking about, man?" said Gary who gazed warmly at Beth. "That doll isn't half as pretty as this real live girl!"
"You're right, man," Pedro said, grinning. "She's the prettiest doll I've seen."
Beth looked from one man to the other, wondering why they were staring at her so. They made her nervous. Gabe arrived with four open bottles of Coke between his hands. He held them out to Beth, and she took one. The other Cokes were distributed among the men.
"You dummy!" Pedro said. "I want something better than that!" He slammed his Coke down on an end table.
"No booze," said Gary.
"Why not, man?"
"Because we have a sweet little guest," Gary said, smiling at Beth. "And we have to take very good care of her. We don't want to treat her rough."
Beth had taken two long, refreshing drinks from her Coke bottle. Gary sipped quickly, and set his bottle down.
Gabe was sipping Coke in a chair opposite the sofa. He cocked one long leg over the other and stared at the threesome on the couch. He hadn't said a word since Beth had entered the room.
Gary leaned close to the girl. "Ever had a boyfriend, Beth?"
"I told you," she said. "I don't like boys."
"That's right. But you said you like men." Gary winked at Pedro.
Beth glanced quickly from one to the other. "Maybe I better get back," she said. "Cathy might be looking for me."
"Wait… wait," Gary urged. "Finish your Coke." He placed a hand on her smooth, sleek thigh.
A strange tingling sensation streamed through the twelve-year-old. Her eyes widened as she gazed at Gary.
He began to stroke gently along her thigh. "You're smart to like men," he said, "because they can make you feel good."
"We can make you feel very good, Beth honey!" Pedro chimed in.
Beth wasn't sure if Gary's stroking of her thigh felt good or not. She would have said it felt funny. But the sensation was pleasant enough so that she didn't ask Gary to take his hand away.
His fingers crept closer and closer to the crotch-strip of her bathing suit. Pedro was watching intently, his own hands fairly itching.
Beth stared down at Gary's fingers as he extended the middle one and tickled her between the legs. Even though the contact was filtered by her swimsuit, it produced a hot response. Beth's little hips jerked back.
"Don't!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Gary asked, chuckling. "Did it feel too good?"
"I don't like it!" said Beth. She had made up her mind.
"What you mean is, you like it a lot!" Pedro laughed.
"I'm going to leave." Beth started to stand.
Gary grasped her shoulders to hold her on the sofa. Pedro bent and began licking her legs, while his fingers stroked them. Gabe leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes staring.
Beth suddenly was terrified. She struggled against Gary, but he had no difficulty holding her down. Pedro's gliding tongue and fingers were evoking wild sensations in her thighs.
Her dolls tumbled off her lap. She continued to clutch the Coke bottle. Pedro saw the potential weapon from the corner of his eye and straightened to take it from her hand. He wore a strange dreamy look as he gazed at her.
"Let's strip her, man!" he said to Gary.
"Are you crazy?" Gary retorted. "Beth wouldn't like that."
"I certainly wouldn't!" she said, offended but not quite as frightened now that Gary seemed to be protecting her. "Let me up!"
"What we're going to do is take off our swimsuits and give Beth something to play with," Gary said, still holding her. "Something better than dolls."
A grin crept over Pedro's face as he appreciated the possibilities. He stood.
Beth didn't know quite what to make of this new turn of events. But as long as the men weren't going to do anything nasty to her, like taking off her swimsuit, perhaps it wasn't so bad. And Gary had let go of her shoulders. No one was holding her.
She stared at Pedro, whose swimming trunks looked funny. The front of them pushed forward. Beth didn't know what caused that.
Looking right at her, the Latin fellow shoved his trunks down. His cock flipped out to hang forward, then quickly stretched to full erection before Beth's startled eyes.
She had never seen anything like that amazing organ. It was frightening somehow, but fascinating also. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the stiff, upthrust column with the bluish knob at its end and all the black hair gushing around it. And what were those things that hung down? Gary stood beside Pedro. The Anglo, who had equally dark hair, but whose skin was lighter, pulled down his trunks, and a second strange, stiff protrusion was displayed to Beth. This one was different in that the bulging part at its end was covered by an outer skin, so that just its tip was visible. It inched higher as Beth stared at it.
She knew it was naughty for people to take off their pants where someone could see. And it was just as naughty to look. But Beth couldn't keep from staring. She had never seen what was in a man's pants, or even in a little boy's pants, before.
Gabe was pulling off his trunks as he stood next to Pedro, so that the trio formed a semi-circle in front of the seated 12-year-old. Gabe's secret thing was longer than either of the others. It was so long and skinny that it looked to Beth like a sword.
Swords hurt people. Maybe the men's stiff things would hurt her, Beth thought.
She made a move to get up.
Gary pushed her down and dropped to the sofa to sit beside her. Gabe sat at her other side. Pedro moved up close in front of her. The men's penises remained rigid, Gabe's and Gary's sticking up from their laps.
"Want to feel my cock?" Gary asked, and took Beth's hand in his.
So that's what a cock was, she thought. She had heard the word before, but she'd had no idea what one looked like.
Before she could marshal resistance, Gary had wrapped her fingers around his rigid, upthrust column. It was very hard, but warm. Beth didn't know what to make of the scary, strange thing.
Gary kept his hand on hers, holding her fingers around his prick.
"Take hold of mine!" Pedro said excitedly, moving so close that his legs bumped Beth's knees.
Her fascination overcame her fear, and she reached out and clutched Pedro's cock. Holding a man's stiff, long penis in each hand thrilled Beth and she didn't understand it.
"See, pricks aren't bad, are they?" Gary asked. "They won't hurt you."
"They feel funny," Beth said. "Kind of warm and throbby."
She was getting warm herself – and in a strange place, down between her legs. She didn't understand that, either.
She began to get frightened again, and she jerked her hands away from the men's pricks. The stiff organs bobbed up and down.
"Try something else now," Gary said, his voice taking on a hoarseness. "Bend forward and kiss that big prick that's sticking up in front of you."
"No!" Beth exclaimed, horrified by the suggestion.
"Come on, honey," Pedro crooned, pushing his erection closer to her face. He had forced one of his legs between her thighs as she sat trapped in front of him and between the other men.
"You're nasty – all of you!" Beth cried, and glanced frantically about, trying to find a way to escape.
"We'll let you go," Gary said, "if you'll just kiss Pedro's cock."
The idea was awful, Beth thought. But if it was the only way she could get out of there…
No! She couldn't bring herself to do it. That thing of Pedro's was filthy.
It didn't look dirty, though, she had to admit. Maybe she could just give it a quick kiss, then get away.
She leaned a bit closer to the projecting penis, trying to work up her nerve.
Gary suddenly grasped the back of her head, pushing forward and down. Her face collided shockingly with Pedro's prick. The spongy bulb at the end of his cock smeared along her closed lips. A waft of its strange scent went up her nostrils.
"Oooh!" she exclaimed in alarm, not realizing that the opening of her mouth made her vulnerable.
Gary took quick advantage. Giving the girl's head another twisting shove, he forced her gaping lips down over the crown of Pedro's cock. To Beth's horror, she found her mouth stuffed full of the smelly, rubber-like knob.
Her eyes bugged. Her frantic protest came out, "Ghaaaahg!"
A groan rattled in Pedro's throat as his cock throbbed in the wet, warm mouth of the twelve-year-old virgin. Gary and Gabe stared, their upthrust pricks quivering.
"Suck it, baby!" husked Gary, working Beth's head forward and back.
Her lips stroked up and down around the shank of Pedro's organ. His bulging glans rubbed her tongue. The taste of his aroused prick and its musky odor swamped her senses. His thick, hard shaft held her mouth open wide, and its spearing presence, along with Gary's hold around the back of her head, prevented her from getting away from the awful thing.
Beth felt humiliated and dismayed, though her youthful vocabulary didn't include such words. She was powerless to resist as Gary forced her head up and down on the other man's smelly, tart-tasting prick.
"Oooh, SHIT!" Pedro said, trembling with excitement.
"Is she sucking?" asked Gary.
"No, man!" the Latin said raggedly. "But, oh, it's good!"
"Suck!" Gary ordered, squeezing Beth's head harder.
She sucked the filthy, big prick that was sticking into her mouth. A stronger burst of sex flavor washed over her tongue. Her saliva gushed, and she was forced to gulp down the sex-tainted solution.
Beth's eyes watered as Pedro's prick was forced far back in her mouth by Gary's stroking motions of her head. She started to gag, and Gary eased up.
His other hand was between her thighs, which were held apart by Pedro's leg. He hooked her swimsuit away from her crotch. The men stared at her hairless cunt which was small and dainty. Gary rubbed the slitted little bulge, and this sent a new blast of raw sensation coursing through Beth.
Pedro began thrusting his lithe hips forward and back, stroking his cock between Beth's o-shaped lips, so that Gary needed only to hold her head still. His finger opened the snug outer lips of her pussy, and he stroked shallowly between them, rubbing Beth's clit.
The hot sensations that streamed to her brain gave her a giddiness she had never felt before. Gary kept rubbing her tiny clit, piling thrill upon thrill.
He let go of her head, and Beth kept bobbing it of her own accord. She didn't think about what she was doing. Pedro's prick just felt good, stroking her sensitive lips and thrusting along her tongue. She had even gotten used to the taste by that time.
Gabe squirmed as he sat beside her. Finally having to get into the act, he worked the top of Beth's bathing suit down, exposing her little girlish tits. They were exquisite, just starting to push out. Gabe rubbed the pastel pink nipples, turning them hard.
Beth felt a wild welling up of thrills. She sucked Pedro's prick harder. She squirmed against the hands that were tickling her pussy and pubescent breasts. Suddenly the hot sensations seemed to explode within her, and she convulsively clamped down on Pedro's cock.
"AAARRRGH!" the man said, and jerked, his glans throbbing between Beth's palate and tongue. His shaft twitched in the vise of her sucking lips.
A stream of hot fluid coursed through his spasming cock and splashed over Beth's tongue, shocking her. She gulped, for that was all she could do, and swallowed his semen down. He kept spurting and groaning with delight, writhing on the balls of his feet, his prick twisting in the astonished young girl's mouth. She continued to gulp, her eyes watering, until his spurts of warm, thick cream stopped coming.
Pedro drew his prick from her mouth with a soft popping sound and backed away, breathing hard. His cock slumped.
Beth stared at him, her big eyes misty. White goo dribbled down her chin. She felt so good after her own climax – her first ever – that she didn't resent Pedro for shooting something into her mouth, shocking though it had been. The fluid hadn't tasted bad.
"Do me now!" Gary husked, clutching the prick that bristled from his lap. He pulled the foreskin back from its bulging head.
He kept rubbing Beth's pussy, causing her excitement to build anew. He had to push her head only a little to get her to bow and take the big, moist knob of his pecker into her mouth. Since his glans had been sheathed by his foreskin until just moments ago, its scent was stronger and its taste sharper than Pedro's had been. Beth sucked it and started bobbing her head.
Gary moaned, writhing on the sofa. His fingertip relentlessly rubbed Beth's little clit, making her hotter and hotter. She responded by sucking more ardently on his cock. Her brain swirled.
The man lurched. His cock geysered in Beth's mouth. She was treated to her second helping of warm, thick man-juice, spurting and splashing. She swallowed it as fast as she could.
This time she received no climax. She wiggled her hot little bottom against the couch.
Gabe took over, rubbing her clit and her titties. She bowed to his lap.
The other men watched, staring in wordless fascination as the twelve-year-old virgin, totally innocent until just minutes before, eagerly sucked her third prick of the afternoon. Gabe's balls churned. He stabbed his long, skinny cock upward into the soft, moist circle of the child's lips. He jerked.
Just as he let go, Beth had her second climax, and it seemed like a bomb going off inside her. But instead of destruction, it produced a wonderful warm relaxation which seeped through every cell of her body. She swallowed Gabe's cum, and raised a wet face.
"Didn't we make you feel good?" Gary asked, smiling at her.
"Yesssss," Beth said softly, her voice a bit hoarse. Her throat was sore from all the fast gulping she had done.
"Now why don't you pick up your dollies and go back to the beach?" Gary suggested as he drew up the top of her swimsuit. "And don't tell anybody what happened – not even your sister. That will be our little secret – okay?"
"I guess so," Beth said.
As she left the apartment, her brain still light and a little woozy, Gary said, "We'll see you again."
"Yeah, we sure will!" echoed Pedro.
Gabe remained silent all through the episode.