Directly after my session with my sex therapist that morning, I went home and made a call to the sexy little 10-year-old girl I'd met at the arcade the week before, with her two young boyfriends. She'd given me her cell phone number.
Her name turned out to be Tara.
“It's you,” she said, sounding genuinely pleased. “Wow, It's making my pussy all wet just hearing your voice!”
“Are your parents at home?” I wanted to know.
“Yes, but I'm in my room with the door closed,” she said. “And now I'm pushing down my pants and lying across my bed. Now I've got my panties down and my knees spread apart and I'm fingerfucking myself…Ohhh, now I'm really fingerfucking myself!”
“Give me a minute to get my vibrator…”
“Okay, but I can't wait, I'm gonna come in about two seconds,” she said shakily. “Like, right now! Ohhhh, yes, yes…”
So we got each other off a few times doing the phone sex thing. She then eagerly gave me the number for her 19-year-old married big sister, so we could arrange to all get together.
I called her next.
The big sister's name was Sharon and she seemed every bit as sexually wanton as I'd been told.
“Tara said you had a big friendly dog,” the big sister said, right off. “I've never tried that. Is it fun, getting fucked by him?”
I had to smile at her boldness. I mean, we hadn't even met.
“Our dog's a gorgeous Alaskan Malamute and he'll fuck you so hard it'll make your teeth rattle,” I told her. “He'll lick your pussy, too-but, then, so will I. And so will my 10-year-old daughter, Lucy.”
There was a brief silence on the phone. Then:
“Tara said you licked her cunt in your car so good, she keeps dreaming about it,” the big sister said. “You sound like a lot of fun. It's still early enough, so I can probably work something out for tonight. I'll bring Tara and her two little boyfriends.”
Now it was my turn to ask, “Have they fucked you yet? They've got such hard little cocks-”
She laughed. “Not yet, but that's why we're coming over. Tara also said your own boy would probably be there…he can fuck me, too.”
“My son's twelve and he'll definitely want to,” I told her. “We're all looking forward to it.”
“The more the merrier.”
And so Sharon and I set it all up.
Our private orgy took place at my home that very evening.
Both of my children were able to stay up late because they were out of school for the summer. Wildly excited at the prospect of a naked fun party, James and Lucy helped me around the house, cleaning up and then making certain the drapes were tightly drawn, upstairs and down, against anyone seeing in.
Our dog, Sampson, trotted around behind us.
He wasn't certain what was happening, but he clearly sensed our excitement and was wagging his tail in obvious anticipation. To add to his fun, little Lucy kept reaching down and pulling on his dog-dick whenever he got close to her. She laughed every time she made it stick out stiffly from its sheath. Dark red, it was about 6” long and extremely thick, fatter even in the middle than my own father's cock, which was a real thick one itself!
“It's so big!” she said. “I want to suck it right now.”
I gave her a look.
“Settle down, young lady,” I said. “You're confusing him. And be polite and just wait for our guests.”
“Yes, mother,” she said, then laughed again in her little-girl way. “I'd hate to waste Sampson's cum! Maybe I'll suck off James, instead.”
Her brother looked to her with a bright smile, then unzipped his jeans and pulled out his small 12-year-old cock. It was already hard. He waved it at her.
“Go right ahead,” he offered. “You and mom can suck it together…”
I couldn't believe it-what was wrong with these kids? We had their first sex party to get ready for.
“Lucy, go upstairs and make certain all the beds have clean sheets,” I told her. To James, I said, “Put your dick away and help me in the kitchen. Now.”
Sharon pulled up in our driveway just before seven o'clock that evening. It was still light out, but the neighbors had no reason to suspect anything other than a normal visit was about to take place.
She was driving a new Chevy SUV and the moment her vehicle stopped, out popped little Tara and the two young boys. All three kids were in shorts and tee-shirts. Their pure excitement was clearly evident as they rushed to our side door, laughing and almost wrestling with one another to be first.
“We've got until about eleven o'clock tonight,” Sharon informed me with a knowing smile as they came inside. “They're all supposed to be at the video arcade with me, then get ice cream afterwards. So…”
I closed and locked the door, then turned to them. I was in a light blue shorty silk robe, flimsy and sashed at the waist, yet tight enough to accentuate my jiggling breasts and rubbery firm ass.
“James and Lucy are in the family room,” I said. “They're so excited.”
“We all are,” Tara said. “Sharon kept grabbing at the boy's dicks all the way over here!”
“They started it,” the older girl claimed. “Grabbing my tits and squeezing my crotch through my clothes while I was trying to drive.”
I had to laugh. “I know what that feels like,” I told her. “Boys!”
Tara's big sister was a sultry-looking 19-year-old, a Goth girl, it turned out, pitch black hair cut moderately short, two eyebrow rings, dark purple lipstick on a full, sensuous mouth and a small tattoo of a Chinese symbol on her neck.
“Not what you expected?” she asked with a smile as I checked her out. “My husband's really straight, and boring, but I go my own way.”
“Plus, she comes really fast!” Tara threw in. “You'll see…”
Sharon's body was fantastic, slim but with large, naturally-heavy breasts unfettered under a lightweight Army-green tank top. Her nipples were already erect, her trim waist smooth and flat. She wore tight jean shorts with a wide metal-studded belt, her ass so round and perfect I just wanted to bite it.
“You're hot as hell,” I said to her. “Let me just do this…”
And I reached out and slipped my hand up under her top, squeezing one of her big boobs. I marveled at the firm fullness of it, at its solid weight, then squeezed the other one as well. She just stood there smiling, then raised her arms to help me as I pulled her tank top up and over her head.
When her bare boobs bounced free, we all had to stare. God, they were so gorgeous! And surprisingly, she had no tattoos or piercings on them, her dark rubbery nipples so swollen and distended I couldn't wait to suck one. But I managed to control myself.
“God, your tits are so perfect!” I said. “I had to see them-”
“Us, too!” echoed the two young boys, staring. “They're huge!”
And unlike me (meaning that the two preteen boys were unable to control themselves), their small hands went straight to Sharon's large bare breasts, touching and squeezing them, pulling at her nipples, and laughing as the young wife let them openly fondle her.
“They're all yours,” she told them. “But in return, your dicks are mine…”
And she reached down and quickly yanked down each boys shorts, leaving them on the floor. Sharon then began squeezing their rigid little cocks, both of her hands busy as her breathing (and theirs!) grew quickly more uneven. Tara, no stranger to her sister's superb body, quickly unbelted and unzipped the Goth girl's shorts and slipped a slim hand into both the front and the back of them.
It was no surprise when she immediately started fingerfucking the girl. It was also obvious she was sticking her little fingers into her sister's asshole.
“Ohhh, God!” Sharon was already panting at the attention. “I'm going to come just standing here!”
I loved watching it, the four of them getting more wildly excited by the moment, but quickly said, “Let's go into the family room for even more dirty fun…”
When the five of us walked into the room (Sharon's big dark nipples and open shorts leading the way), we discovered my son James was also in just a tee-shirt (like the two boys), naked from the waist down. His cock was also hard and standing straight up.
But he had the added advantage of his little sister Lucy-she was on her skinny knees in front of him, jacking him off and licking and sucking his erection wetly.
We'd earlier unrolled and put down a large square of carpet remnant to protect our regular carpet, carefully purchased just for such fun-it was too damn difficult getting cum stains and pussy juice out of good fabric!
Anyway, Tara and the two young boys just stared at my son and daughter, mesmerized by the scene.
“I love it!” the half-naked Goth girl laughed at the sight. “This is fantastic!”
“Hey,” James waved with a grin, his hips working slowly. He was gently fucking his kid sister's open mouth. “We couldn't wait-sorry.”
Lucy managed to look over. With her sweet pink tongue licking wet circles around the smooth, unblemished head of her brother's stiff cock, she waved to our guests with an uncertain little smile.
She was the shy one, but I knew it wouldn't last long. Once she got going, sexually, she was virtually insatiable, a 10-year-old version of her always-aroused mother, yours truly.
“My daughter loves her big brother's dick,” I told them, unnecessarily, due to the visual demonstration they were getting. I added proudly, “Look how sweet and sexy she is!”
Lucy had chosen her own outfit, which I'd helped her fit together.
She wore a tiny black lace garter belt with thigh-high black fishnet nylons, tightly-fitting black crotchless panties and two bright red ribbons in her hair, one on each side. All of this contrasted perfectly with her pale white nakedness. Even her miniscule pink nipples on her flat narrow chest, both of them pointy and stiff, stood out in stark contrast.
She let go of her brother's slender cock and politely stood up to face us.
The vivid pink slash of her hairless little cunt gaped through the opening of her lacy crotchless panties, adding even further contrast. It was obvious, even from where we stood, that her sweet little-girl slit was already swollen with excitement and glistening wetly. Her bare inner thighs, visible between the lacy black garter straps and over the tops of her black nylons, were coated with tiny rivers of shiny lubrication overflowing from her luscious pussy.
She was a little girl who got wet, wet, wet!
“James and Lucy, this is Tara and her big sister Sharon,” I introduced them, pointing to each. “The two boys are brothers, Ray and Clifford. Tara and Ray finished the 4th grade together and Clifford was in the 5th grade this last year. You have my permission to do any dirty sex thing you can come up with…”
“Great,” James laughed. And he looked right at 19-year-old Sharon. “I want to fuck that girl!”
Sharon smiled to him in return, then pushed down her shorts and panties, stepped over them, and stood naked for my son to see. It was clear the boy couldn't decide whether to keep his eyes fastened on her large, swinging breasts or the slutty girl's mostly-shaved crotch. She was obviously already wet, the thick outer lips of her mature pussy swollen and slightly parted. She'd left a single tuft of her tightly curled pubic hair, raven black, at the very top.
“You can fuck me first, James,” she said. “Since you're the man of the house.”
He smiled broadly at that.
But the real center of attention was Sampson, our good-looking multi-colored Alaskan Malamute. He was so well-behaved he'd sat there, off to the side, without moving or whining while Lucy sucked off her brother James. Attesting to our family pet's sexual excitement though, the dog's healthy-sized red cock was stiff and sticking entirely out of its sheath, clearly visible to all of us.
“Look at that beautiful dog!” Sharon said. She couldn't look away. “God, look at his big dick!”
I motioned the dog over.
Sampson couldn't wait-he eagerly jumped up and trotted over, obediently, certainly knowing what was to be expected of him. After all, he'd been mounting me regularly since we got him. And he fucked me nearly blind every time he climbed onto me, pumping his hard dog-cock into me with insanely hard thrusts until I was hoarsely groaning and panting and begging for even more.
In fact, all we had to do was bring out the carpet remnant and his big red cock would instantly get hard.
“Sit, Sampson,” I commanded, which he did, directly in front of me.
I opened my shorty robe, then shrugged it off my bare shoulders, giving them all a good look at my own slender nakedness.
My breasts were firmed solid with arousal, my nipples distended into hard points and my smoothly bare cunt pouting open and slippery wet. I stood with my bare feet wide apart, my succulent cunt right in the dog's face, yet he made no move other than to tamely sniff at my crotch, his tongue lolling out.
“Okay, boy.”
And with that he started eagerly licking up into my pink pussy, yet stayed in position on his haunches. Little whimpering noises of excitement escaped him as he burrowed his nose into my slick opening, his tongue working feverishly at me.
With my fingers, I pulled back the slippery little hood protecting my clit. He went right for it, lapping and licking at it noisily until my legs were trembling with the completely perverted sensations coursing through me.
An experienced dog licking your cunt can definitely make you come real hard…or maybe it's just the very wrongness of it.
“This dog can really fuck,” I pointed out, shakily, mainly to Sharon. “And he comes loads, more cum than I've ever seen. Or swallowed.”
“I'll say!” my little Lucy added. “When he fucks my mom doggy-style, it pours out of her pussy and runs down the backs of her legs. Or if she sucks him, it goes all over her face. It's always a huge mess!”
“But huge fun, too!” I had to say. And then, “Enough, Sampson.”
And our handsome Alaskan Malamute stopped licking me and relaxed into a sitting position again, awaiting further commands. His cock looked even more swollen than before, the tip of it dripping a single strand of clear fluid that formed a tiny puddle on the carpet remnant beneath him.
“My God,” the Goth girl breathed, awe in her voice. “I am so fucking wet!”
She looked around the room-two girls and three boys, all between 10-years-old and 12-years-old, two so-called adults (she and I, both major sluts), and a big dog with a big red cock just waiting to use it.
“So…” she breathed. “Where should we start?”
She and all of the kids looked to me, which made Sampson look up to me with an expectant expression, too, if that was possible. Maybe I only imagined his almost-human emotions, but for a dog, I knew he was damn intuitive.
Anyway, as I was the oldest there, the actual grown-up (supposedly), I apparently became the person in charge of all our dirty fun.
“Okay,” I started, mainly addressing the sexy Goth girl. “I'll be the ringmaster, at least at first. But once we get going, anything goes…”
And with that, I showed them my largest vibrator, a black bumpy monster of about 12” with a big round head, a thick shaft and the speed control on the base. When I turned it on, to give them all a listen at full speed, the excitement in the room was electric.
I then turned it off, saving the batteries for later.
“Whoa!” Sharon laughed. “That got my pussy even more soaked!”
My daughter Lucy gave the naked Goth girl a wicked look. “My mom calls me Juicy Lucy because I get so wet, too,” she told her. Then, with her patented little-girl smile, “I'll lick your wet pussy if you'll lick mine…”
“That'd be perfect,” Sharon agreed.
Lucy looked to skinny little Tara then, who was looking right back at her, studying her with apparent approval. I noticed that Lucy was standing with a narrow hip cocked to the side, her outfit of garter belt, fishnet nylons and crotchless panties making her look like the youngest hooker in the world. Especially with her wet little-girl cunt and bare ass right out in the open.
“I'll lick your pussy, too, Tara,” my daughter added. “We're in the same grade, I guess…”
See? She was getting over her initial shyness already.
“I'll arrange you all, just to start,” I said. “Come on, kids…Sharon, get on your hands and knees in the middle here…”
So I put together the entire group, giving each of them a spot, as if I was arranging the furniture. As I did so, though, I kept in mind that it might be fun to get Sampson terrifically worked up by starting the fucking without him, just holding him back and letting him watch.
When our dog finally fucked 19-year-old Goth girl Sharon, I wanted it to be one for the record books.
“Stay, Sampson,” I told him, and he did exactly that, sitting ramrod straight, though his clear eagerness to join in the fun had him trembling. His cock was so hard it looked ready to explode. “You'll get your turn,” I promised, though I knew he couldn't understand.
I placed Sharon in the center of us, on her hands and knees, but she dropped down onto her elbows so her round bare ass was sticking up in the air. Her cunt was thickly swollen and so hot and juicy I could not only see straight up her pulsing pink hole, I could smell the sharp excitement of it. Her asshole was a dark circle of puckered flesh, the tiny hole itself twitching for attention.
So I stuck my finger up her butt, getting a quick gasp from her as her anus tightly gripped my finger, then pulled it out and motioned my son over.
“Right here, James,” I positioned the boy kneeling behind her. “Start in her cunt but pull out and finish in her asshole when you come.”
He laughed as I took his hard 12-year-old cock in my hand and slipped the swollen head of it into the older girl's pussy.
“Thanks, Mom,” he shook his head, his hands gripping her bare hips as he slowly pushed himself to the hilt in her, savoring every inch wetly going in as he often did with me. “But I can handle it from here…”
“Ohhh God, that's so good,” Sharon moaned at the sensation as he entered her. “I can feel you throbbing away in there!”
Little Tara had slipped off her shorts and panties, but left on her tee-shirt, the slit of her 10-year-old cunt nearly as bright pink as my own daughter's sweet pink cunt. They were kneeling side-by-side, fondling and exploring Sharon's naked body, but I noticed Tara also had her free hand in the lacy opening of Lucy's crotchless panties, fingerfucking her.
“That feels great,” my daughter breathed. “Stay on my clit like that…”
“Your mother licked my pussy,” Tara told Lucy. “Until I came. And I licked hers.”
“We do that all the time,” Lucy said proudly. “Mom said I make her come better than anybody with my mouth-”
“We'll see…” the other tiny 10-year-old girl responded, a clear challenge. “God, I love your little outfit-it's so slutty!”
“And I love your fingers in my pussy,” Lucy admitted. “But let's do a 69.”
“Yes!” the other youngster immediately agreed. “Yes, yes…”
And the half-naked Tara rolled onto her back, twisted around and pulled my daughter on top of her, mouth to cunt, skinny legs and knees getting comfortable. With each of their innocent faces pressed into the other girls' crotch, their small tongues wasted no time getting to know each other.
Sampson sat watching, panting with anticipation, but minding his doggy manners as always. His deep brown eyes went from my son energetically fucking Sharon dog-style to my daughter and her little friend feverishly licking each other. He seemed confused at being left out, but was obedient enough to stay in place, even though it was clearly just about killing him.
This was a young but experienced dog used to fucking and getting his dick sucked all night.
Ray, the younger of the two brothers, his small cock sticking straight out, was kneeling in front of Sharon, his brother Clifford, just as erect, beside him. The naked Goth girl was sucking them both off at the same time, both stiff dicks in her mouth. Her expression was intense as she expertly used her tongue to further inflame them, both boys breathing hard and fast.
“This isn't fair,” Tara suddenly complained, even though she was getting her share of the fun by licking and kissing my daughter's little pussy, exactly as her own was being licked. “We want a dick, too!”
“Yeah,” Lucy joined in with her new best friend. “We need some fucking while we eat each other!”
Ray looked over at that.
“I'll fuck you, Lucy,” he told her. “I already fucked your mom.”
Clifford added, “We both fucked your mom.”
James laughed at that, pumping with ever-quicker thrusts into Sharon. The wet sound of their fucking was growing more pronounced, the older girl's cunt literally gushing her oily juices. She kept groaning and urging him on, pushing her bare ass back into him.
“Everybody's fucked our mom,” my son said. “But I'm the only one, so far, that's fucked my little sister.”
True enough.
The night before, with all three of us naked in my big king-sized bed upstairs, we'd managed to finally work just the velvety smooth head of James' cock into little Lucy's sweet cunt. Which still counted as fucking, if you think about it.
“That's far enough in!” my daughter had moaned, her skinny bare inner thighs trembling. “For now. Just fuck me like this…”
“Tell me if it hurts,” James told her, looking into her eyes. “And I'll stop.”
Lucy just laughed at that.
“You'd better not stop!” she informed him with a dirty smile. “I want you to fuck me as good as you fuck mom, just not so deep.”
And so, holding himself up off of her narrow chest with both hands (and with their bright eyes glued to one another), James pumped gently but steadily into his younger sister's pussy until she jerked taut with a groan as she suddenly climaxed.
Her orgasm triggered his, his hot semen spurting wetly into her tiny slit but then backwashing out of her tight pussy and draining down into the narrow crack of her sweaty little ass.
I know because I was right there, staring directly into the sloppy wet junction of their first fuck.
That had been the high point of the night for all of us.
Now, though, with all three young boys, including my son, wanting to fuck my little girl, I had to decide whether to let her go through with it.
I knew in advance she'd be sucking all three of their cocks, but actual fucking (even with their little cocks only part-way into her) by a boy other than her own brother was still up in the air. James could fuck her, of course, since he already had, but I was still uncertain about the other two boys.
I also knew, from our conversation on the phone earlier that day, that Tara planned on letting all three boys finally fuck her at our sex party. The little 10-year-old, of course, had been letting the two brothers screw her between the cheeks of her sweet little ass, but she now felt she was ready for the real thing.
Before I could say anything, though, the front doorbell rang, the sound causing each of us to freeze in place.
“Uh oh,” I said. “Don't make any sound…”
And, still naked, I quickly moved to the far window of the living room and pulled the heavy drapes back the slightest amount so as not to be noticed. There was a dark car I didn't recognize parked in our driveway. From where I stood, I could see the driveway, but not our front porch.
I went back into the family room.
“Who is it?” my son asked, his stiff cock halfway into Sharon's slippery cunt, his hands tightly gripping her bare hips. “Can you tell?”
I shook my head, gathering up my shorty robe and slipping it on.
“I can't see who it is,” I said. And then, realizing, I asked, “Sharon, do you think your husband followed you over?”
She just laughed.
“He'd never do that,” she assured me. “He's too busy out drinking with his friends instead of staying home to fuck me like he should.”
Our dog Sampson, I could tell, was also alert to a possible stranger at the door, but was so well-trained he wouldn't move until I gave him permission. His ears were pointed straight up, his front legs trembling with the need to get into action.
Of course, he still had an enormous hard-on, so he was probably more intent on joining our sex party than protecting the house.
As I went to see, I heard James quietly tell Sharon, “I'll keep fucking you, but real slow so we don't make any noise.”
But even as slowly as he moved, I could still hear the wetness of her moisture-filled cunt as he again pushed himself deeply into her.
“Ohhh God,” the Goth girl groaned. “That feels so good and I'm so close to coming…”
“Keep it down in there,” I said back over my shoulder. “I'm going to the door.”
From where I stood in the foyer, I could still smell the obvious scent of sex, of pussy wetness and sweat. I shook my head, sighed, and partly opened the front door. By keeping it in front of me, and standing mostly behind it in my shorty robe, it effectively blocked the view back into the family room.
When I saw who was standing there, though, I almost fell over with surprise.
“My God, what are you doing here?” I blurted out.