Date: Fri, 29 May 2015 22:21:38 +0200
From: Zachyboy <z.blake@mail.com>
Subject: Memories of North Carolina

MEMORIES OF NORTH CAROLINA
By Zachyboy
M/M/g/b, bisexual, oral, anal

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between two adults and two underage kids. The author would like to be
clear, he neither condones such activities nor participates in them
himself. This story is simply a big ole fiction. It's just a fake, Jake. I
wrote it `cause I've got a dirty mind and it helps us all jack off, and
honestly, that's as far as it ever should go for any of us.

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A girl and her brother, not quite clean but not quite dirty.

Their granddad, a friendship. A sweet summer memory.

I was on a retreat in North Carolina with other lay ministers from the
south...a learning exchange. The daughter of one of our hosts tagged along
with her Granddad, Big Tim, almost everywhere he went – she clung to him
in a way that suggested an intimate knowledge – so I wasn't surprised
when she looked up at me almost knowingly when she could sense I was
looking at her body in a way that was less than spiritual.

Her name was Taylor and she was a pretty country girl from Raleigh, slim
and slender and no more than 10, although honestly, she could have been
younger. For all I knew she could have been, well, not double digits.

She wasn't dirty, but she was slightly unkempt. Her long blonde hair was
slightly matted. She wasn't unwashed by any means, but neither was she
squeaky clean and fresh out of the tub.

Her older brother Timmy was 13 that summer, and I heard his granddad call
him "Timbo." He was a namesake apparently. He had shaggy brown hair, cute
and rounded, not a bowl cut by any means, but casual in a way that looked
almost inadvertently contemporary compared to his rural surroundings.

He had piercing brown eyes, thin lips and a perfect nose. There was a
smudge of dirt on his upper left cheek. These were outdoor kids, barefoot
and prone to summer. He had skinny arms and perfect, slender fingers. I
love a boy's fingers because I always wonder where those long, prodding
digits have been, or where I might coax them into if given enough of a
headstart.

Taylor and Timbo were perfect, summerdust country kids. Not dirty, not
uncared for, but you could tell by looking at them they were both a day or
two unbathed. Which is good, I thought, as I looked at them, aroused. A boy
a and girl should smell and taste like a boy and a girl. Not soap. Not
shampoo. Like a boy and a girl.

And you could tell by their glances they were sexual. The way they looked
at their granddad, Big Tim, the way he looked back, and the way they looked
at each other, brother and sister – making smiles, glancing at crotches,
rubbing a body part and then quickly looking away – you could tell these
kids played around more than other kids do. To an extent that exceeded
"normal" kid and grandfather horseplay. To what exact level, I really
didn't know, but it was apparent.

And the way they looked at me made it equally apparent that they knew I
sensed it. There's a clear radar to these things. Sometimes with very few
glances, there's an energy that's electric. An invisible sexual crackle in
the air like a magnet-pull. You all know you're going to be sexual with
each other. You don't know the where, when or how yet, but you know it's
coming. And with Taylor and Timbo and the way they both smiled at me –
coy, direct, or innocently intrigued, I just knew I'd wind up pleasuring
those kids, and they'd make my dick shoot. And clearly, by the way they
both stared at the cock in my pants, and licked their lips and giggled when
nobody was watching, it was more than clear that they wanted it too.

During a break in the program and a few hours before supper, free time was
given to all for hikes or naps or quiet relaxation. The group broke off and
her granddad, who honestly, wasn't too much older than me. I was 50'ish, he
was 60'ish, wandered off with some other attendees. Two or three of our
group drove off to head into town to play some golf or catch a movie, while
back at the main house, there were a couple of aunts rolling around the
fringes to supervise the meal, but no mom or dad I was aware of. These kids
lived in a granddad, big brother and little sister world here in
Raleigh. It was just the three of them, a tight little trio. How tight
exactly, I was soon to find out.

And as people disbursed and went about their business, soon it was just me
and Taylor left in the yard together. Me reading and enjoying the sunshine,
watching over the cover of my book for a signal, and her glancing up at me,
kitty-cat scared, excited, knowing we were alone now, but almost too
nervous to make the first move. We were feeling each other out, silently,
wondering how to say "go" on what we both knew was inevitably going to
happen.

Finally, after a few more moments of the heart-pounding, silent "who makes
the first move now?" Taylor wandered off into the barn with a smile and a
nod and a sweet general look to catch my attention, which of course, she
already had fully, and she knew it.

She'd been wearing a small red swimsuit that day, a two-piece, and I
assumed she put it on to swim down by the river, but maybe not, because it
never got wet that day. Maybe it was an innocent wardrobe choice because it
was hot and humid, and a country girl knows how to keep cool. Or maybe it
was less than innocent. Maybe she put it on because she already knew how
fast it could come off if she needed to remove it quick. If a cock was hard
and a pussy was wet and time was of the essence.

Completely understanding her intent, I followed her into the barn to
discover she'd climbed the ladder up to the hayloft, where upon following
her, I saw there was a single twin mattress and a heap of dirty blankets up
there. She'd taken her top off, and she was laying there waiting for me,
with spread legs and a hairless pussy, and a wide-eyed smile on her face,
glad I'd followed. She was lazily touching her little labia through her
pulled-aside swimsuit bottoms, and that's all I needed. Sometimes the
invitation is laid right in front of you, and this was one of those times.

"Wanna play-some with my little girl pussy?" she asked me simply. "I seen
you looking at it a lot."

She pulled down her bikini panties and revealed the most beautiful bald
pubic mound I'd ever seen, lean and plump with two magnificent lips and a
slit down the middle that all but glistened from her tiny fingers diddling
it just a minute before. She spread it open for me and showed me her
prepuce and her clitoris and the shiny wet opening to her urethra.

"That's a pretty one," I whispered to her softly, rubbing my bulge,
whistling quietly in appreciation. "You think I should give it some special
licks for you, Taylor?"

She giggled and spread it wider. "Right here," she said, pointing to the
clitoris. "You need to lick it some, right here, like Timbo and Granddad
does." Timbo was her brother. And Granddad was the luckiest man on the
planet as far as I was concerned.

I nodded and kneeled down to her on the mattress. I put my face down into
her beautiful bald cunt and I inhaled deeply and I could smell it before I
tasted it. I breathed in a sweet-sour hint of pee, and a more mysterious
smell of little girl musk, deeper and richer than I would have thought
possible in such a little girl. I ran my finger up the wetness of her slit
and sucked it into my mouth and was instantly rewarded by the million
flavors of summer-ripe vagina as she giggled at my tickle-touch.

"You ain't doing it right," she whispered. "You gotta lick at it real long
and hard like Granddad does. And make some growls in your throat when you
lick at it."

She spread it wider for me with her tiny little fingertips and the minute
my tongue touched it, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. I spent the
next five minutes french-kissing her tiny little tribute to Venus, letting
her oily rich flavors roll down the inside of my mouth, activating the
salivary glands deep behind my tongue. Her little vagina was so rich, sour
and salty. My heart was pounding and my cock was bursting to get out of my
pants. I started to finger her little hole with the tip of my pinky, just
up to the first knuckle, and she whimpered and pushes back against it.

"You can go further, you know," she panted in heat. "I ain't gonna break."

I shoved my finger in deeper, she hissed, and sure enough, no
resistance. My pussy-wet finger slid right in. I didn't know what Granddad
and Timbo had been up to in that sweet thing, but sure enough, no hymen.

She says in her quiet little voice, "Now it's all hot and itchy and it's
ready for cream. You gotta take your peter out and rub it up and down on my
pussy to make the cream come out. You gotta put out my pussy itch like
Granddad does." She reached down and spread her labia apart for me, eager
for the relief.

I did what she said. Her eyes grew wide when she saw how hard my cock
was. She scooched back on the mattress and spread her legs up and open for
me, like gynecological exam. I mounted her slowly, taking my time and
rubbed the head of my engorged prick back and forth across her tiny
opening. She shivered. Her sex was so hot and wet and tiny, and I was so
excited for this chance to ejaculate in a little girl's vagina, I barely
pressed it against opening before I clenched up like a seizure and shot my
hot wad all over her bald cunt, while she wiggled and whimpered because it
was over so soon.

"So sorry, so sorry," I panted.

My tip slipped in her musky tight hole – I could actually smell it –
and she winced and grabbed my arm muscles to steady herself while I burbled
my jets of jism into the tight seal I made around her immature cunt
lips. It felt like I poured into her forever and my balls clenched as I
shook like a leaf and twitched my semen into her willing, grasping
girly-gobble. He squeezed her pussy muscles around me and arched her back
and whined in my ear, the single word "yessssssss." It felt like a little
mouth down there, sucking on my cock head.

I pulled it out and saw the sticky mess I left behind. She reached down
with a thin little finger no bigger than a chicken bone, pushed some of my
ooze back into her pussy and scooped up another gob which she brought to
her mouth and licked off with a smile.

"You coulda gone further, you know," she giggled. "You coulda gone all the
way up in me."

"I'm sorry," I said. "It was just too exciting for me."

Shamed by a 10-year-old. But Taylor didn't care. Onward and upward, as far
as she was concerned.

"Now you gotta make my pussy tickle," she said, grabbing at my head and
lowering it back down to her pussy. "You gotta suck my bumpy part on top
and lick at it with your tongue until my shivers come out."

My tongue went back to work and licked her salty, cummy clitoris while she
held my head and started grinding against me.

"Oooh...ooooooh!" she whimpered in a high-pitched squeal, and suddenly she
was bucking up against my mouth, showing my lips with a thin squirt of
piss, shivering convulsively, arching her back and clutching tightly
against me as she rode out her immature orgasm. I didn't let up for a
second. I continued to slurp and nibble on her clit, my tongue dipping
deeper into her hole, slurping out the semen and the precious little girl
fluids out of her tiny, wet opening.

As soon as she was done cumming, she giggled and pulled up her swim suit
bottoms. She looked sweaty and flushed as she reached for her bikini top
and slung it over her shoulder on her way down the loft ladder.

"That was a good lick-tickle," she said in all serious, "but you was too
quick with your peter squirts. Next time you need to stick your peter way
up in my hole inside like Granddad and Timbo does. It goes way up deep in
there if you want it to."

"I want it to," I told her.

"Me and Timbo are sleeping in the camper tonight. Just us kids. Come
whistle at the window after campfire's out. Me and him'll fix it so your
peter squirts it up good and deep in us both."

She scampered down the ladder and I watched her go. I barely knew what hit
me, but I pulled up my pants, followed her down and found her sitting
outside on a hay bale, looking soft and pretty against the waning afternoon
sunshine.

I took my phone out of my pocket and asked if I could take her picture.

"Should I sit like a sexy girl for you? Like how my Granddad likes it?"

"Oh yes," I whispered. "Show me how you sit like a sexy girl."

She spread her legs a little and rubbed her pussy through her bottoms.

"Timbo calls it my cunt sometimes," she said. "But he ain't supposed to say
that word, but sometimes he gets excited when he's squirting all up inside
me and he says it anyway."

"Sometimes it feels good to say it," I said. "Sometimes it feels so good
inside a girl, you just wanna say it out loud and call it one, even if it's
not a polite word. Sometimes it just feels too good to be polite."

She nodded, understanding.

I looked at her – this beautiful little country girl with her perfect
little titty bumps and her little red bikini bottoms, knowing my sperm was
still bubbling in her immature vagina hole, maybe mixed up with her dreams
of her brother and granddad from the night before, and as she moved into a
position both innocent and erotic, I could tell by the look in her eyes
this wouldn't be the last time I squirted in Taylor.

Timbo caught me down the trail about fifteen minutes later. I was hiking
down to the river to put some water on my face and cool off, I heard a
crack in the brush, turned around and there he was, 13, in dirty jeans and
white t-shirt, smudges of dirt on his face.

"Hey there, Pastor," he said politely. "You fixin to cool off some?"

"Sure am, Tim," I said to him. "But it's not Pastor. Just Mister. Mister
Hall's fine."

"I seen you fuckin' Taylor up in the hayloft, Mister Hall. There's a peep
hole over on the other side. I was behind some crates watchin' while you
fucked her."

"I didn't fuck her much, I'm afraid. I got so excited, I shot pretty quick
in her."

"Yeah," he sighed knowingly. "She's sure got a fine, hot pussy, don't she?
She makes your cum come out faster'n you want it sometimes."

"She sure does."

He paused for a second, looked around to see if the coast was clear. It
was.

"You do boy stuff, Mister Hall, or you only do girl stuff?"

I paused for a second, not because I had to think about it, just because he
was so fuckin' pretty he took my breath away.

"I do both," I told him. "How about you?"

"Yeah," he said. "I do all kindsa stuff. Boy stuff. Girl stuff. Granddad
stuff. Doesn't matter to me. Long as I get fucked and get my cock sucked."

I looked at him long and hard and up and down, and there was no question
about it, he was a pretty, pretty boy. He'd make some girl very happy
someday. Or boy, Or man. Or all of the above.

Guys have asked me from time to time throughout the long and intimate years
– how is it possible to like young girls and like young boys at the very
same time – as if bisexuality's a downright myth and you better pick
your line, pick your team once and for all, `cause if you don't you're
wrong and disingenuous, or mixed-up in your own head, or a dozen other
things they tell you are wrong in your dickyou're your brain, because
nobody could possibly like both.

I don't know what to say to that. Young girls are beautiful and they make
my dick hard and I want to fuck them. Young boys are beautiful and they
make my dick hard and I want to fuck them. It's not an either-or
scenario. It's not I like chocolate ice cream better than vanilla ice
cream. Honest to God, I just like ice cream. Bring it on and let me eat it.

I used to fuck my cousin a lot when we were kids. He was a boy. He grew up
mostly to fuck girls, and I grew up mostly to fuck boys. But we both meet
in the middle a lot with our attractions and our overlap.

"You think you're bisexual?" I asked him once.

"Naw," he replied. "I think I'm just a slut. I just like to fuck or be
fucked by anybody."

And sometimes that's the most honest answer you got. I'm sorry if offends
the logic of the boylovers or the logic of the girl lovers, but for some of
us, are cocks are just hard and boys and girls are both just pretty as
picture, and sometimes we just wanna fuck them both. You're gonna have to
live with that, boy team and girl team, because like it or not, it's the
God's honest truth.

"I do all kindsa stuff," Timbo said. "Boy stuff. Girl stuff. Granddad
stuff. Doesn't matter to me. Long as I get fucked and get my cock sucked."

I couldn't believe how hard I was getting listening to 13-year-old Timbo
talk so dirty, 15 minutes after I cum-tipped his sister, so
matter-of-factly, no big deal, like we were discussing the weather.

"You gonna do some stuff with us in the camper tonight, Timbo?" I asked
him.

"Shit yeah," he said. "We're gonna have all kinds of fun. I'm'na let you
fuck me till your cock hollers quit."

"Good," I said. "I'm gonna hold you to that."

"You want me to suck your dick clean?" he asked me. "Get all-a Taylor's
pussy juice off your cock?"

"I sure would like that, Timbo. I'd like that a lot. You can suck my cock
as much as you want."

I unsnapped by pants. The zipper came down and my fat cock popped out.

"Wheeeew," he whistled through his teeth. "That's gonna hurt up my ass for
sure. Lord, I sure love `em that big."

He looked around one more time to make sure we were alone, then dropped to
his knees and took me in his mouth. His little lips opened up, and the
warmth of his tongue went all around me. He filled me with a shiver as his
tiny tongue slid across my glans and his cheeks hoovered in, creating just
the right pressure in just the right wet, slippery cavern. This boy could
suck a cock, there was no doubt in my mind. It was clear that he'd done
this many, many times before, lucky fuckin' granddad.

He moaned around my cockhead, making it vibrate. Putting me on the verge of
spraying his throat in no time. I closed my eyes and imagined his mouth was
his ass. It's amazing how you can be balls deep in a boy's mouth and still
crave his asshole.

He stopped in mid blowjob to come up for air. He licked his lips and
swallowed the flavor.

"Aw, that's some good tasting pussy little Taylor's got. I can taste her
pussy juice all up and down your cock, Mister Hall." He gobbled me again
again to suck it off greedily.

"Your cock tastes good too," he nodded between mouthfuls. "Long and salty
and good on its own. But you douse a cock in Taylor's sweet pussy juice and
I could just eat it all day."

I was just about to grab his head and guide him along, when he stood
suddenly, wiped his lips and looked around nervously.

"I better get goin' before somebody comes and sees. Supper's almost ready."

I was boned-up and blue-balled, but I understood. He grabbed my cock and
gave it a good squeeze.

"That's gonna feel like a toothache up my butt," he said. "You're gonna pry
me wide open with that big fucker good. You better give me a long one with
that cock, Mister Hall, not a fast one like Taylor."

I made a mental note to fuck him as long as I could. Maybe I'd fuck Taylor
first and give Timbo the second, longer ride. Either way, I was cumming in
two holes tonight, sure as rain.

"Sure you don't want one more taste?" I asked him with a smile, wagging my
cock at him before I put it back in my pants.

"I want another one," he smiled back at me. "It just ain't safe to have
another one right here. Granddad wouldn't care, but there's too many others
of y'all pastors scootin' around. Some ain't understanding."

I nodded.

"See you in the camper," he said, smiling promisingly. "Me an' Taylor,
we'll finish that cock of yours off in no time. We'll let you fuck us with
that cock so sweet you'll never want to go home. You'll be fixin' to stay
here and fuck us forever."

He smiled and gave his own cock a squeeze. And off like a shot, he ran up
the path, leaving me hard as a rock and ready to shoot it in the leaves.

I tucked it back in and saved it for the camper. My world was full of
little fuckin' hallelujahs.

That night after dinner when the night meetings were over and the Bible
study was finished, most of the lay ministers retired to their tents and
RV's. Some got in their cars and drove back down the highway to their
motels, a few of the chosen headed inside the main house to guest rooms,
and I made my way down the trail, theoretically to my tent, but stopped
silently in back of the old camper on cinderblocks sitting far from the
house on the side of the barn.

I stood on the side and with no one in view, gave a short whistle and
waited for an answer.

"Come on in, Mister Hall," Timbo said softly. It was pitch dark outside and
no one was around.

I tried the door and it opened right up. Timbo and Taylor were already
buck-ass naked and getting down to business.

"Lock it," he said. "And come squat down here close, and see how much she
likes it when you fuck her up deep in her pussy hole."

I moaned.

"You do wanna fuck her some more, doncha, Mister Hall?" You wanna stick
your cock in her and fuck her up way up into her belly?"

I looked at the beautiful naked girl in front of me, her legs splayed open,
her vagina spread wide and my cock was already hard in my pants. Silently,
I locked the door behind me. The windows I noted were curtained and
closed. It was warm in the camper and hotter in my head. I almost heard a
buzzing sound. There are times you go into sweet, sensory overload.

Taylor was laying spread-eagled on the bench bed, made by taking the
tabletop off and setting it down between the two benches on either side,
The mattress was bare save for one dingy sheet, and Timbo was down on his
knees staring into her pussy, taking random soft swipes with her tongue,
and poking at it randomly, which made her shiver and whimper.

"Come watch, Mister Hall," he told me. "I just been licking her to get her
good and ready. I'm about to stuff my peter up inside her the way she
likes."

Taylor looked glassy-eyed and horn-flushed and glazed.

"I like it when he calls it his peter," she said, and her voice sounded
hoarse and dry. Like she needed a drink of water.

"Come and take a lick of it," her brother offered, and he spread her little
labia wide, and I could see her clitoris, her shiny urethra, her wet
vaginal opening, her sweet hairless perineum, and even her asshole,
twinkle-twinkle, tight as a star, from the angle she pushed-out from. God,
I'd love to fuck that asshole someday. Another mental note. Another
things-to-do-list.

Timbo sucked his finger and pressed it inside her cunt hole. Taylor grabbed
fistfuls of dirty sheet and gasped out loud when he fast-finger plunged
her.

"Fucker," she whispered at her brother. "Stick your peter in my
pussy. Stick your peter in my pussy now!"

Timbo looked up at me, extending an invitation...a polite but necessary
"dinner is served" between two gentlemen about to sit down at the table
together.

"Come lick her pussy some while I give this girl some dick she needs."

His cock was out and shiny and red. About four inches hard. Longer than
four. Less than five. I'd eat that bone in a minute, I thought, if it
weren't already earmarked for his sister's hot cave.

"I make her suck it first, Mister Hall. She gets it good and wet for
me. Watch this."

On display and eager to teach, he adjusted positions and she took his slim
cock in her little mouth and his head tipped back and his eyes went shut
and I heard him sigh in a brother's relief.

"Oh yeah, Taylor-girl. You know what to do. Eat that cock, baby girl. Get
that fucker good and wet."

He looked at me while I kneeled at her treasure, tongue at the starting
gate, sniffing deep and basking in the cuntmusk, ready to do my most
God-inspired work.

"She's been suckin' me and Granddad since she was just a little thing,
Mister Hall. She was barely standin' up straight. You eat her pussy good
while I feed her this big ole cock."

"You like sucking cock, Taylor?" I asked her softly, pulling her pussy lips
apart with my thumbs and sticking my face in for a deep hit of her
piss-powdery cunt smell...again the joy of an unwashed little girl.

"Mmm-hmmm," she nodded, humming around Timbo's wet dick. She reached up
while she sucked him, wet a finger in her mouth, and began pushing it,
fingertip first, into his ass. He reacted with a hiss of pleasure and an
eye-rolling smile. While she sucked his cock and finger fucked his sweet
little shitslit, I got down to the business of doing some num-nums up her
tight little bitch hole.

The camper was closed, and I could smell them both...Taylor's sweet snatch
right in my face and rolling off my tongue, and the special boymusk of
Timbo's buttparts. Richer. Deeper. More earthy and sweet and half-sour like
vinegar.

We made love with tongues and fingers, our secret, half-dirty, half
fuck-starved, tangled trio. Taylor's cunt convulsed around my tongue and it
tasted like the sweetest wine. I didn't want to come up for air. My whole
face was wet with her juice and my saliva. Liquid ran down the corner of my
mouth and down my chin, and I wasn't quite sure if it was coming out of me
or out of her, but I wiped it with a finger and fed it to her. She moaned
and tasted her own pissy-sour pussy salt. Delicious.

"I'm gonna put my cock in her now, Mister Hall," Timbo said, sort of
scooting over and elbowing me out of the way. "You just watch me. Get ready
for some fuck now, baby girl. Get ready for some peter. She likes it when
you stick it in her slow and deep, just like this, Mister Hall."

He lined up his beautiful cock with the tiny hole of her vagina. She helped
him by spreading her lips apart and scooting her bottom up, presenting her
pussy at the best angle for maximum penetration. He pushed forward slowly,
and up close, I saw his acorn tip pop in, followed by the next four inches
of his wet, shiny shaft in one, slow, solid plunge.

Taylor shivered and whispered, almost inaudibly, "Mama."

Timbo smiled and pressed his V to her slit, balls-deep and trying for more.

"You gotta fuck her long and deep, Mister Hall. Stick it way up in her and
stir it around some."

He began to show me what he meant, pushing his cock in deep and gyrating
his hips when it ground into her as far as he could push it. She grabbed
his skinny arms and bit her bottom lip. Her back was arched and her neck
rose up, all flushed and sweaty.

"Stir it in her just so," Timbo panted, gyrating his cock on every in
stroke. He couldn't have pumped her more than six, seven times, before she
grabbed his beautiful ass cheeks, pulled him into her hard and held him
there, squeaking out a piercing little yell as he made her cum. She
shivered and trembled and pulled him tightly into her.

"Eee—eee—eee!' she peeped, in a high-pitched release of shaking and
emotion.

"She rubs her clitty up against my peter shaft," he explained. "And that
makes her shivers come."

I bent forward and licked her cunt with his dick still inside it. She
peeped again and ran a finger through my hair. I adjusted my angle and I
licked Timbo's balls.

"Oh fuck, yes," he whispered. "Lick my big ole nut sack while I giv'er
what's inside."

He began to pump faster, in and out of her.

"Lick it, Mister Hall," he whispered needily. I wet a finger and pushed it
up his ass. Far.

"Oh, fuck yes. Oh, do it," he said. "I'm fixin' to cum right up her cunt if
you keep doin' that, Mister Hall."

I pushed in hard and found his prostate. I wiggled my finger on his little
fuck nut, licked his ass and balls and taint, felt him clench up and stick
his dick as far into his sister as he could.

"NNNNNNGHHHHHHH!!!" he grunted, and I knew he was coming. His ass chute
clenched around my finger, nearly nipping it off as he filled his sister
with his tiny bit of seed. "Pissing...my hot cum...up her cunt," he
panted. "Givin' her...my babies...oh yeah...oh fuck...oh
yeah...NNNNNGGGGH," he finished, laying on her, spent.

"More," she whispered, grabbing my hard cock. "I want more cum."

Timbo scooted out of the way so I could line up with her hole.

"You sure you want it all the way in there, honey?" I asked her,
double-checking. "Mine's a whole lot bigger than Timbo's."

"Aw, hell, Mister Hall," Timbo said. "She takes Granddad's all the
time. You can fuck her as deep as you want to."

She ground her pussy up toward my dick head, trying to coax me inside. I
could smell her sex and see the pearly wetness of her brother's little load
dripping out of her snatch. She was pre-lubed for this one and there was no
time for formalities.

"You want my cum way deep up inside you?" I asked her, rubbing my fat fuck
head up and down her wet slit.

She nodded and bit her lower lip again. She made hungry whimpering noises,
like a little puppy before you feed him.

"You can cum in her deep as you want to, Mister Hall," Timbo said
matter-of-factly. "You can't make her pregnant. She ain't old enough to
make babies yet. You go on and fuck her as deep as you need to and don't
you worry about a thing. Shoot, she loves it when you cum in her."

I did just that. I pushed forward slowly and watched the impossibly obscene
joy of my big cock spreading her cunt lips wide open then inching slowly
forward, crowning through her shiny red pussy hole and going deeper,
deeper, deeper until I felt myself tap against her cervix, and I stopped. I
had all of my six inches in her and my bush was rubbing up against her
bonny bare pubic mound.

"Just leave it in there and let her get used to it," Timbo
coached. "Granddad always gives her time to get the feel for it before he
gives'er a good one."

But Taylor was starting without me. She began bucking her hips, still
whimpering. Her hands reached up and clawed at my back, enough that I was
sure her fingernails would leave tracks. I slowly pulled back almost all
the way, then pushed back in slowly.

"Whewwww!" Timbo whistled. "Look at that big ole thing go in and out of
her. You should see how big that cock's in you, Taylor, he's got you pried
right open!"

Taylor wasn't talking. She was too busy holding onto me and rocking with my
rhythm. My dick was sliding in and out of her pussy with no trouble at
all. She was exquisitely tight but exquisitely well-practiced.

Timbo for his part, hopped up on the bed and squatted over his sister, his
balls near her mouth and his ass pointed at my face. Taylor immediately
began nursing on his heavy, hanging ball sack while I fucked her
in-and-out. I took a look at the beautiful set of boy cheeks before me,
pried them apart with my thumbs and began licking Timbo's ass...a long
leisurely french-kiss to his anus.

He squirmed back against me.

"Oh fuck," he muttered. "That's good. That's gooooooood."

His ass tasted sweet, like butternut squash and zucchini. There was no
bitterness at all. Just wide open, earthy and fresh. Like steamed summer
vegetables. Like sweet corn in a field.

"Fuck her little pussy," Timbo whispered. "Shove that fat cock up her tiny
little snatch."

"You like talking dirty?" I asked him, wetting a finger and pushing it deep
up his ass. He yelped but pushed back. "Maybe I should take my cock out of
her pussy, all shiny with her juice, and fuck my load up your butt."

"Oh yes," he whispered.

"How'd you like that, you dirty talking boy?"

"Oh yes. Oh please."

"Let's finish this little one off first, what do you say?"

He came down from his perch and helped me down below. While I ground my
cock shaft and stirred against her insides like he taught me, he leaned in
and licked whatever he could find...clit, taint, Taylor's asshole. It was
all up for grabs and she was twisting and whining like a cat in heat.

With one deep shove, I brought her off. Her second, quaking orgasm of the
night, with the same wet slurping sound and the same high
"Eeee—eeee—eee" out of her tiny lips. I felt her pussy spasming
around my cock, and I was almost tempted to cum in her, but I had other
plans for this big load.

"Bend over boy," I told her brother.

I never saw a kid get into position so fast. He was over that bed in two
shakes, ass spread apart, literally shaking and waiting for it.

I pulled my shaft and mushroom out of Taylor and lined the shiny wet tip up
with her brother's spit slick ass button. As soon as I pushed against it,
he opened up like a flower and I popped in tip-first.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," he whinnied. "Oh fuck. That's big."

I pressed against his second sphincter. There was resistance at first, and
then the big bloom. His muscles relaxed and in I went deep inside him, four
seconds tops, from tip to bush lock.

"Owwww, ohhhhhh, gooood," he babbled. "It's so fuckin' big Taylor. Did you
feel how big it was? Jesus, it hurts good."

"Uh-huh," she nodded simply, diddling her clit and playing herself while
she watched me long-dick her brother. I slowly slid my cock in and out of
him. I could smell his ass in the air and the musk of my own pube sweat.

"You're fixin' to cum in him, ain't you, Mister Hall?" Taylor whispered in
awe.

"Oh yeah, baby. I'm fixin' to cum in him good."

I grabbed his hips and pulled him tight back against me. If he wanted
stirring, I'd give him stirring. I ground my cock against his bumpy little
fuck nut and watched him piss on the sheet a little while his back arched
back and his own cock twitched hands-free.

I leaned down and whispered in his ear.

"I've got something special for you, Timbo. Open up your ass and give it a
home."

"Nggggeeeeeee!" he whimpered as I fuck-plunged him hard and blasted my dick
sauce up the inside of his colon.

"FUCKIN' NNNNGGGGGGGGHHH! TAKE IT, you sweet, dirty boy! Take this fuckin'
ball load."

"Give it to him, Mister Hall," Taylor spat with a hint of revenge. "Make
him know what a pussy feels like."

I blasted juice up her brother's hot cunt while he shook and babbled and
she smiled and fingered herself. It had to have been one of the hardest,
most ferocious orgasms of my life. The whole camper smelled like cock and
boyass and 10-year-old girlcunt. I pulled out and watched my cum bubble out
of Timbo's jizz-drippy cum-clencher. He blew a wet air fart and it ran down
his balls. I scooped some up and fingered it into Taylor's pussy.

I went back downtown and I ate her out again, fingering my cum out of her
brother's gaping butt and into her hole. Midway through, I heard Timbo spit
on his cock and line it up with my own eager ass.

"I'm fixin' to fuck you, Mister Hall," he told me. "Fair warning. You got
me, so I get you."

I grunted when he went into me. He was none-too-polite and his little cock
jabbed. It was slender like a yellow highlighter pen and it was just as
hard. It hurt at first, but I gritted my teeth and let him ride me.

"Gonna fuck your sweet shitter," he growled at me. "You cum in me, I'm
gonna cum in you."

I smiled at his bravado as I ate her sister's pussy and brought her to one,
then two, then three more orgasms, rapid pace, first one, then a rest, then
another, then another. Grabbing my hips on her third, Timbo pushed into me
and splashed off his baby nut.

"Fuckin' gobble my jizz up your wet sweet asshole!" he hollered as he shot
off inside me, and sure enough when he pulled out, I'll be damned if cum
didn't leak out. At 13, that kid had talents he didn't even know about
yet. He chapped my ass. Fucking hell.

We straightened up and called it a night. The kids cuddled up together and
I went back to my tent.

Around two hours later, I heard my flap unzip, and for a minute, I thought
it might be Taylor climbing in to nest with me, barefoot and naked, but it
was Timbo instead. He pulled off his boxer shorts, slipped into my sleeping
bag. His feet were ice cold and he warmed them, pads down on my legs.

Without a single word, he spooned his ass up against me and my half-piss
hard-on slipped right into his pre-lubed ass without so much as a wince or
a whimper, and I laid there holding him in my arms, rocking in and out of
his tight sweet pucker while he sighed and rocked back against me.

"This feels so good," he whispered to me at one point, drifting off and
half-asleep as I still fucked in and out of him. "I wish you could fuck me
all night long."

And at least two more times that night as we slept and woke, slept and
woke, he got his wish. His wish came true.

The next morning we were up at dawn. Taylor was already down by the river,
naked and washing the sperm out of her cunt. Her brother waded in and
quickly joined her for a shiver and a cuddle. They were impossibly sweet
together. Innocent almost, even in light of the life they led. He had a bar
of soap and he gently washed her back. She helped him wash his hair. It was
an honor just to stand at the shore and watch their sweet kindness.

"They sure are somethin', ain't they?" said a voice, and I turned, and sure
enough, it was their Granddad, our pastor and our host, appreciating their
beauty and their not-so-innocent sexuality just as much as I was.

"Beautiful kids," I told him and we smiled at each other, because we both
had hard cocks in our pants and we both knew what-for.

"I reckon you fucked `em both already," he said with a kind smile.

"It was sorta hard not to," I told him. "They weren't shy about asking."

"Yeah," he chuckled. "Lil Timbo's been sittin' on my lap since he was six,
in one form or another."

I paused, closed my eyes and let that sink in.

"And Taylor," he stopped, and almost shivered. "Shoot, that little honey's
been after cock forever – peter, she likes to call it – only I just
started givin' her some last year. Though Lord knows her brother's probably
been diddling her since the cradle."

"Where's their mom and dad?" I asked. "If it's not too personal."

"Oh Lord no," he said. "My dumb Bess went and married the first drinkin'
man she found outa high school. They were happy as a pair-a larks when
Timbo came along, and three years later, there was Taylor, prettiest baby
you ever saw, and a year after that, he ran his car into a tree and that
was the end of the both of them. That dumb fuck ruint that Christmas card
pitcher forever. I've been raising the kids alone ever since."

"And raising up some other stuff, I imagine," I smiled, nodding down to his
hard cock as he watched them naked in the river.

He smiled warmly.

"Oh, I imagine they already ratted me out on that account," he said
gently. "They can spot a new fella who likes to play with us a mile
away. That's why they set their sights on you. Every so often, they find us
a new friend and we see if he wants to stay on a while."

I watched Taylor from a distance as he took his sister in his arms and
french-kissed her. I could tell by their position in the water, she was
straddling his hips with her arms locked around his legs, no doubt feeling
his hard cock poking outside the gateway to her pussy – or maybe up
inside her already – a clandestine brotherfuck under the slow moving
creek water.

"Retreat's breaking up tonight," he said. "Everybody else'll be moving
on. What-say you stay around for a few days, and we see what hijinks we can
get up to with the kids? It sure would be fun to have a new like-minded
soul such as yourself to play with. We don't make too many new `special'
friends like you."

He looked at the kids again and he smiled.

"Good Book tells us to share what we have," he said simply.

I watched his grandchildren kiss and fuck in the river.

"I'd like that," I told him. "I'd like to stay on."

"Good," he said. "Unpitch your tent and move your stuff up to the main
house. You come stay with us for a few days after everybody goes separate
ways. I think we might just have some good old times together."

I chuckled. He whipped out his cock to piss and mother of God, it was a
nice one. Long and fat with a mushroom head that made my ass clench
shut. How those kids had been taking that log splitter up their holes all
those years, I had no idea. But I was damn sure going to watch and find out
how he put it in them tonight.

The retreat broke up as planned after lunch that day. Friends said goodbye
and we made plans to meet up next summer at the home of another lay
minister in our group, Pastor Mark, down in Georgia, a hop skip and a jump
to the south. Scoot past South Carolina and you were practically sittin' on
his face.

I stayed behind and waved goodbye as the last pickup and SUV took some good
old friends away, and more than a few new ones, leaving me and Taylor and
Timbo and Big Tim behind to fend for ourselves. Two men, two cocks and two
babes in the woods.

"What-say we fuck these two babies?" Big Tim said to me as we dried the
last of the supper dishes and set them aside. The kids were in the oak-den
family room, on a big bearskin rug on the floor, playing checkers.

"Your house, your rules," I smiled, knowing I couldn't wait to watch his
long, hard dick go in and out of one of those beautiful grandkids of his.

"Timbo," he hollered into the other room. "How `bout you shuck that checker
board aside and pull your sister's panties down and give Mister Hall'n me a
show while we sit down on the couch and drink us a leisurely beer."

"Can I have a beer, Granddad?" Timbo smiled hopefully.

"You'll be drinkin' yours out of my cock if you don't mind your lip and get
to work on your sister's pussy," he chided, and Timbo grinned and got down
to business.

Big Tim pulled us a six pack of oatmeal stouts out of the fridge that were
brewed down in Aberdeen. I recognized the label and applauded his good
taste. They were thick, sweet and meaty beers, and I was glad to see as we
took up viewing position on the couch, he brought the whole sixer along.

"If you're gonna get a show," he chuckled, "you might as well get good and
tingly for it."

"Cheers," I told him, clinking my bottle to his and we settled down to
watch his two bunnies do the nasty-hop on the rug before us.

"Look at how she latches her legs right around his head when he gets down
in there to lick her honey pot," he said, gesturing with his beer bottle.

Sure enough, Taylor had Timbo in a scissor lock that would have been the
envy of a wrestling coach while her brother snuffled and huffed into her
bald little muff. Every so often his head slipped out of the way and we
could see her beautiful vagina, wet and glistening, opening and eager for
the night's agenda to come.

I nodded toward the beauty of it and he followed my glance, surely
appreciating it himself.

"What are you going to do when she's old enough to take pregnant?" I asked
out of the blue.

He sipped his beer and considered this for a moment.

"I don't know," he said, nodding again toward the beauty of her
snatch. "Likely put her on the pill or make some babies up inside her
belly. Might be one, might be the other. But I know for sure I ain't ever
wearin' a rubber when I go up inside that sweet little snatch of
hers. That'd just be an insult to how damn perfect it is."

I took another look as Timbo ate her, running his tongue and lips across
her shivery slit and I had to agree. Just like Texas Hold'em, sometimes you
just have to push your pile of chips in front of you, and cross your
fingers, `cause from that point forward, you're all in.

"Timbo boy!" his granddad hollered. "Take your pants off so we can watch
that sweet shitter of yours while you do her up the girl snatch!"

Timbo stopped to slip out of his pants and when those peachy-smooth globes
of his came into view, we both gave a little whistle.

"You got up inside that boy's sweet little cock-squeezer last night, I
hope?" he asked.

"Three or four times before sun-up," I admitted.

He nodded. "Sort of hard to ride the roller coaster just once, ain't it?"

I took a pull on my beer and nodded.

"Timbo!" he barked, "Spread her legs apart and get that face up in there,
boy! Lick her deep and get her wet for your cock!"

"He likes it when you holler at him like that?" I asked incredulously.

"Aw, they know I'm just funnin'. They like the dirty talk. I'm gentle as an
old teddy bear and they know it. They just like it when I shout out
requests."

He took another pull on his beer, unsnapped his pants, unzipped, pulled his
jeans and underwear off, popped a flip-top bottle of lube and sat on the
couch stroking his cock and watching the kids. They'd rolled into a natural
69, and while Timbo ate her cunt, Tayor was busy slobbering all over her
brother's dick and his tight-tan nutsack, taking his 4.5 incher into her
tight little vacuum cleaner and paying proper tongue respect to the rest.

I unzipped, dropped my pants and undies and kicked them aside, grabbed my
cock and borrowing a glop of lube, did the same as my host.

We nodded appreciatively at each other's hard cocks, but left it at that.

"There's always that point in the stories I read on the computer where the
two grown-up men suck each other's diddlesticks or one fucks the other up
the butt or what-not," he said. "I hope you don't mind if we skip that
part."

I looked at the bulbous head of his mushroom cock and I was somewhat
relieved.

"Fine with me," I told him. "It's been a while since I took a big one like
that."

"It ain't that your cock ain't pretty," he nodded respectfully, "and I'm
sure your muff is as tight as a drum. I just happen to like mine a little
on the younger side, no offense."

"None taken," I said, as we finished our first beers, opened a second one
and watched the kids, head to toe, sucking and slurping and wiggling and
moaning. Taylor was latched on to Timbo's cock like a coon tick, and Timbo
had a whole long forefinger up her butt now, slurping her snatch like there
was no tomorrow and finger fucking her hind-end like he hoped to find gold.

"Give her some cock boy," her granddad hollered out. "Time to put it inside
her and get her ready for us."

Timbo came up for air and did what he was told. His sister flipped over on
her back again and lifted her legs up with her hands, holding them up with
her hands behind her knees, giving us a full view of her slit, her
interior, and her sweet, hairless mound.

"Damn that's beautiful," Big Tim said as her little flower opened up, shiny
and red inside, and ready to be filled with at least three loads tonight,
if I was counting the cocks right.

"It's hard to believe you can get it all in there," I told him, looking at
his jack-hard cock-monster. His bulb of a tip alone looked like a study in
improbability. How his granddaughter rose to the pliability of the
challenge was beyond my circumfral calculation.

"Oh, she squiggled-some at first and chomped at the bit, but she's a good
girl now. Takes it all just as proud as can be."

"The kids don't mind we sit here and talk about them while they fuck?"

"Oh, hell no," Big Tim said, taking another long chug on his beer. "They
like it when you watch. Makes it sexier for `em. And that Timbo. He's got a
hell of a concentration anyway. He'd keep fucking her if there was a Fourth
of July parade marching up and down the stairs and out the door."

It was true. Timbo got into position between Taylor's legs to line his cock
up and you could almost see his furrowed brow and his attention to detail
as he rubbed it up and down a few times on his sister's wet slit, then
pushed it forward with one steady grunt, eliciting a hiss from her and an
impressed, raised eyebrow from me and Big Tim.

"Look at that hard little honey-plugger," his granddad said
appreciatively. "Boy, hard to believe that thing was just a little
spike-nail up to a couple years ago. Then he turned 12, 13, and that little
fucker just reared up and took on a life of its own."

"Yeah," I said. "I had it in me."

His granddad chuckled. "I wondered if he laid some pipe to you."

"Oh, he got me good alright. You'd be surprised how big it feels in there
when he's ramming it in and out. Little fucker's like a jackrabbit on too
much Kool-Aid with too much sugar."

Big Tim laughed and snorted his beer foam. "Yeah," he grinned. "I been
layin' it to Timbo since before he could count, but believe me, Mister
Hall, I was sore as all get-out the day he decided he wanted to fuck back."

On the floor, Timbo was giving his sister a sweet and gentle fuck. Her eyes
were closed and her neck was tilted back and she had a little smile on her
lips, like a really sweet dream, as Timbo's shiny cock rode and and out of
her in a gentleman's fashion, taking his time and making her honey box
buzz.

But Big Tim was apparently having none of the soft stuff.

"Son," he sighed, "if you're gonna fuck her, at least fuck her right."

He stood up and put his beer on the end table. He took his cock in his hand
and shooed his grandson out of the way.

"You gotta do her like this," he said, lining up his fat one. "Really
squeeze it up into her."

He pushed forward and I could barely believe my eyes. His thick, engorged
head pried her open obscenely, like a baby's head crowning in the birth
canal, only backwards, and in what can only be described as the slow,
steady slide of a well-oiled pump handle, she squealed quietly and let out
a great rush of air as his thick boned cock slid deeply into the depths of
her pussy cavern. How it fit, I have no idea, but he'd been in there
before, so I imagine to the two of them it was like putting a sword back in
its sheath.

"Ahhhhh, that's good," he sighed. "Timbo, get down here and lick my nuts
and ass while I fill up your little sister's honey bucket."

 "Yes, granddad," Timbo said, coming up from behind him and doing as he was
asked.

"Mister Hall," he called. "You better get down here and find some place to
stick your dick into. I'm starting without you son, and it ain't gonna take
long. You don't wanna get left behind."

I dropped to my knees and crawled over to Timbo who ate the old man's ass
while I ate his kidbutt. The minute my tongue touched the sugary-sweet
entrance to Timbo's earthy-ripe anus, he rammed his butt back into my face,
flooding my senses with a musky scent and a sexy flavor. I got so hard
eating that tight pucker of his, tight as a purse knot, and watching his
granddad, ass up and fucking little Taylor, while she whimpered and
squeezed his arm muscles, I feared I might blow my load just from watching,
licking and smelling it all.

About five minutes into it, we laid the kids down on the rug side by side
so we could watch each other fuck them. Taylor was on her back and Timbo
was on his tummy, and Big Tim and I lined up our cocks and with an unspoken
"one...two...three..." pushed forward deeply, eliciting two big moans from
the hot little bodies underneath us. I watched his cock slide into her, and
he watched my cock slide into him, and something about the visual made it
all the more hotter, watching another man go sheath deep as you felt it on
your own cock .The see it, feel it combo is truly something magnificent to
behold.

It's why some people get off more when they fuck and watch porn. The visual
on the screen makes you think "That's my cock in there and that's the extra
hole up there I'm fucking." "I'm sticking my cock in this one down below
me, while my avatar gets some extra pussy up there on the screen."

And that's the way it was as Big Tim and I fucked Timbo and Taylor side by
side on the rug that night. I felt Timbo's hot ass clench around my
in-and-out boy breeder, but watching Big Tim rutting his sister right next
to me, it was like I was fucking both kids simultaneously.

There aren't enough words to describe the sighs and the squelches and the
sexy-rich hole smells of two kids getting rammed wide-open by two men with
the equipment and the knowledge to do it. It was man musk and boy musk and
sweet little girl musk all mixed together into a recipe for four. And the
heat around our cocks that night, boy-oh-boy, those two kids were cooking
inside, opening up those pots and pans so me and Big Tim could stir the
sauce in.

And that's what we did, really. Stirred our big cocks around until we had
them moaning. G-Spots, prostates, whatever those kids had inside, we were
hitting them all. You could hear it in their grunts and see it in the way
their shoulders clenched while we fucked them.

"Kids," Big Tim growled in a husky almost-there voice, "Get on up on your
hands and knees. Me and Mister Hall are gonna finish in your doggie parts."

The kids complied and they were buns up and kneeling in two seconds flat.

"Let's give `em a little cool down before we finish `em off," he
grinned. "Switch partners, son. You lick hers and I'll lick his. I haven't
had a taste of his little hinder for two nights now, I've been so damn
busy. I need to see if he's keepin' it fresh for me."

He buried his face in his grandson and seemed to approve.

"Oh yeah, that's it. Good and fresh, Timbo. Good job, son."

I got down to business myself, burying my face in Taylor's little muff and
making her yelp and giggle as I tried to lick, slurp and gnaw on her ass,
her taint, and her musky little pussy-snatch all at the same time.

Her granddad was tongue deep in Timbo's shitter.

"I believe I can taste your cock up here, Mister Hall," he noted. "You were
dicking him pretty damn deep."

"And it seems your granddaughter smells like pubes in her mound," I chided
back. "And they sure aren't her pubes, because she ain't got any."

"What-say we finish these kids off and get back to our beers?"

I laid down and had Taylor sit on my face where she ground her cunt and
mashed it against my mouth and nose until she came to a shuddering,
screaming climax.

At the same time, Big Tim flipped Timbo around and sucked his little teen
spike and finger fucked him with a big fat thumb until the boy was grabbing
his head and with an "oooooo-eeeeeeee!!!!" blasted nut juice down his
granddad's maw.

"Man, that shoot-off never gets old," Big Tim said, as he smacked his lips
and flipped his boy around.

Both kids kneeled up for the finish, and I couldn't help myself. I wet a
thumb and gently slipped it up Taylor's sweet pooper as I diddled her
clitty with my middle finger and slipped it into her pussy hole. I was
holding her up like a bowling ball.

"Finish up in her ass if you want, Mister Hall," he said. "She can take it
in there, too. Just go a little slower. That's her newer hole of the
two. We ain't quite got the kinks worked out on that one yet."

Big Tim slid his fat fucking cock up Timbo with a grunt and a shove. The
boy's eyes widened and I could tell he was biting his cheeks to keep from
crying out, but once he got used to it, he sighed, relaxed and melted
backwards into his granddad's pube bush.

With a bottle of lube to guide me, I lined up with Taylor's little ass and
slowly pushed forward, breeching her first sphincter without too much
effort, and her second one with a little more, and before I knew it, I had
about four inches of cock up her rectum, and the wince on her face told me
that's as far as I needed to go. And truly it was. It felt like heaven up
there, and there was no need to be greedy.

Big Tim and I gave each other a smile and a respectful nod, and slowly,
respectfully, began to slide our hard cocks in and out of his grandkid's
asses. Timbo sighed and cooed like a pigeon. Taylor was a bit more skittish
on the subject, but eventually found her happy place and with the aid of my
finger still diddling her clit, found out four inches up the butt wasn't
such a bad proposition after all.

"Oh Lord," I told Big Tim. "Her ass feels so tight around my cock. I'm
gonna cum in her, Big Tim. I hope I don't let you down."

"Don't you go shooting off in her yet," Big Tim warned. "You slow yourself
down and think of baseball, son. You gotta make it last for her. A girl's
gotta get used to a long ass fuck, son. Not just a quick one. You wanna cum
fast, you go upstairs and jack off in Timbo's undie drawer. You wanna pump
cream up my granddaughter's ass, you're gonna be a gentlemen and fuck her
til the clock runs out."

I redoubled my concentration, took a moment to do some times tables in my
head, and when my composure came back, I got bacl to butt fucking the
little sweetie while I continued to rub my finger against the wetness of
her engorged little clit and the slippery in-and-out sheen of her
stretched-out pussy hole.

"There you go," Big Tim smiled. "Now you got the hang of things. See? You
just have to focus."

And he was right.

Another five minutes ticked off the cock, then seven, then ten. Down on the
floor, side by side, the two kids began kissing each other. They tilted
their heads and they frenched and they moaned. We could see their little
tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths and that sent us both
over the edge.

"You're not stopping me this time," I warned him as my orgasm came rushing
up my pipe like a fire in a tunnel. "I'm gonna cum in this little girl's
ass...right...fucking...NOW...NNNNNNNNNGGGGGH!!!!!" And with a shock and a
seizure, I stuck it in, balls deep, making her yelp as I flooded her bowels
with the wet gobs of my semen. I shuddered and convulsed at the tight
pulsing grunt of my own sweet release.

"Oh fuck, oh yes," she whispered quietly. "Shoot it all up inside my
asshole, Mister Hall. Don't waste a drop. Shoot it up my shitter."

Damn that girl could talk.

"That's it," Big Tim grunted with renewed purpose. "You ready for it,
Timbo? You ready to take my cum just like Mister Hall just laid it to your
sister?"

"Oh yes sir, oh yes sir," Timbo whispered and shivered, all quivery and
ready for it.

"Open up your shit chute, boy," his granddad grunted, "'cause here comes my
baby makers! OH LORD! OH FUCK! OH...NNNNGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!" He pulled his
grandson so close to his hips I expected to see his cock pop out of his
tummy, but no, the two of them just shook and shivered, grinding up against
each other, and I could see Big Tim's shoulders twitch, knowing he was
filling his namesake with the searing hot load of his overflowing ball
sack.

"Just look at him twitch and suck the cum out of my cock," Big Tim grunted
as I did indeed watch Timbo's ass cheeks clench together, like a calf at
the teat, milking Big Tim for all he was worth.

Taylor for her part was clenching my cock with her ass muscles in a similar
fashion. We were both getting milked and it wasn't even sun-up.

We both slipped out of our kids with a sticky, gooey plop, and they both
fell down, giggling and hugging and saying, "shhhh, don't squirt it...keep
it in...don't squirt it out."

"Let's finish those beers now, Mister Hall," Big Tim said, wiping his gooey
cock with a sticky hand and rubbing it off on his thigh. "Those two'll fuck
all night down there. We gotta charge up for the next round."

"Next round?" I said, wide-eyed, barely believing I'd made it through the
first. "I'm gonna need a cock doctor if this keeps up."

"That you will, son," Big Tim chuckled. "There's Viagra out back in the
kitchen if you need a pick-me-up."

I looked at the kids, still tangled up in a gooey white mess of kisses and
giggles. Taylor's little cunt was still splayed open and my jizz was
dripping out of the pucker of her ass. I was impossibly still hard and
ready to do her again, in that sweet little pussy next time.

"I won't be needing that Viagra, Big Tim," I assured him. "One look at that
sweet juicy pussy's worth all the little purple pills in the world."

Big Tim and I leaned back on the couch, sighed and popped open another
beer.

Before the night was over, we each fucked the kids a pair of times apiece,
on the floor and up in the big master bedroom until we all fell asleep in a
collapsed heap, with Taylor on top of her granddad's cock, and me spooned
up next to Timbo with my dick growing soft in his puffy wet chute. The
whole house was a smelly humid zoo trip of jizz spills and sex smells.

There are times in your life when the planets align. You go on a trip
heading for one kind of fulfillment and wind up finding one that's
completely different, but just as well-needed. That's serendipity, and
that's how it was with Timbo and Taylor and their granddad Big Tim.

I stayed for four more days that summer before commitments took me
elsewhere. They waved goodbye from the front porch of their happy home
Raleigh, and I drove off knowing I'd been part of something special.

I watched through the rearview mirror as they turned and went inside, Big
Tim's hand sliding down the back of Taylor's skirt as he turned his head
and winked and nodded.

I smiled to myself and adjusted my own cock in my pants. I could still feel
the clench of her pussy around me. And the ghost of Timbo's asshole, still
slick with my jism.

Memories of a good retreat. Memories of two sticky hot sexkids, not quite
clean, but not quite dirty, and the man who was rearing them. In more ways
than one, he was rearing them proper. Memories of a jizz-hot fuck summer.

Memories of North Carolina.

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Love,
Zach
z.blake@mail.com
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#zachyboy