Date: Thu, 17 Sep 2015 02:26:51 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Family by Craigslist III

"What is going to be the next step Decker," Jazz asked softly as we lay
cuddled in bed. She had sent Cobie to his own bedroom and we were electing
to call it a night as well.

"I was thinking that perhaps an outdoor activity together, all of us; maybe
a picnic, a trip to the zoo; something light and casual. I know that you
want to meet Bethany and I think it's important for the boys to meet her
and she them."

"I agree. I think it's going to be interesting. And let's suppose for a
moment that things go well, then what?"

"Well, I guess we do what we did tonight with all of us together. I've
always enjoyed watching boys be with my daughter and it won't be any
different with your boys. I know that Beth really loved being with her
mother so being with you will be plenty of fun for her as well."

"I have to be honest Decker. I love little girl pussy and I haven't had
much of that in my life. I am very much looking forward to being with your
daughter. As I said in the ad, I need more estrogen in my life." I kissed
her.

"It looks as though your wish is going to come true Jasmine," I said, "And
mine too. That boy of yours is a real firecracker Jazz. Goddamn being with
him was pretty amazing. He seems sweet and kind but he's also assertive. He
knows what he wants, isn't afraid to ask for it and doesn't flip a tit when
he doesn't get what he wants."

"Flip a tit," Jazz said with a laugh. I nodded my head. "Well that's a new
one on me." I told her it had been around for a while.

"Well I'll you what Decker. I have never seen Cobie take to anybody like he
has to you or in the time frame that he did it. That little minx tends to
be as cautious as a Jewish investor. It was like he laid eyes on you and
knew you were the one. Both my boys have been wanting to be with a man and
I'm telling you he was only half kidding when he said he was going to run
away from home and live with you." It was my turn to chuckle.

"You know, I wouldn't have a problem with him spending a few days at my
place. Hell Beth might want to spend a few days at a time at yours. I
suspect that this is not going to be a flash in the pan Jazz. I think
things are going to work out well for both families." She kissed me on the
mouth.

"I hope Decker. I'm pretty taken with you too."

"And I with you my lady," I said softly. We came together, made out for a
good 20 minutes and then we fucked again. Jazz was a very good lover, and I
could see where her young son had gotten his enthusiasm. We went through a
variety of position before I got her to cum with a crashing orgasm. Mine
wasn't exactly peaceful either. Afterwards we took another quick shower
then crawled into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning Cobie came bounding in around 8, naked but fully soft. He
climbed on the bed then, like he had done the night before, wormed his way
in between us. It was a little easier however because we weren't cuddled
up, although we were still close. He moved in close and kissed me full on
the mouth.

"Did you guys fuck some more after I went to bed Decker?" I tweaked his
little cheek.

"None of your business little mister," I said and the boy giggled
happily. Jazz had woken up and reached her arm around her son who turned
and kissed her in the same manner that he'd kissed me.

"What are we gonna do today mom?" Jazz looked over at me. I had started to
shrug my shoulders but was stopped by an epiphany.

"When will Dixon be home, Jazz?"

"I don't know, usually by 10, why?"

"Tell you what. How about I take us all out to lunch?" She knew what I was
angling for and if all went well we'd have our first blended family
gathering that night. That was true, that's what I had in mind but there
was something more to it than that.

"Where to," the little imp asked. I gave him the name of the top Pizza
place in the metro area and got a hug and kiss for it. I asked Jazz if she
minded if I headed home as there were a few things that needed tending
too. Of course said yes, and I got big kiss and hug for it. I told her that
I'd pick her and the boys up about 11 if that was okay and again, she said
yes. Needless to say Cobie had to have another a kiss, a long one I might
add, and a hug as well.

As soon as I got into my car I was on the cell phone and called my office
manager. "Gas the Hawker up for please me Cal, I'm going to take it for the
weekend. Toss some bottled water in the cooler too please." I hung up and
made a long distance call and when it was answered said,

"Hola Juanita." We chatted for a few moments then I told her to open the
house; that I was planning on being there for the weekend with some
guests. I didn't need to give her any more directions because she knew what
was needed including calling the airport where I'd be landing so that my
transportation would be ready. Since I visited just about every 6 weeks or
so, there wasn't that much that needed to be done.

I arrived at home about 9:15 and found Justin and Bethany in the
shower. Since I hadn't showered at Jazz's I decided to join them much to
their delight.

"Justin fucked me 4 times last night daddy and once this morning." I raised
an eyebrow and the boy grinned at me. His cock, just shy of 7 inches, stood
in front of his incredibly flat belly.

"Jesus Justin, still hard?" He nodded his head and gripped his raging hard
cock, slid his foreskin back and forth a few times.

"Waiting for you to come home and fuck me Decker." The virility of teenaged
boys always amazed, even when I was one of them.

"I hate to break it to you sweet boy but I'm not going to have time to plow
your tender lovely asshole."

"Why not daddy?"

"Because my little darling we're going to lunch with some people."

"You mean the lady you were with last night?" I nodded my head. "Is she
nice daddy, will I like her?"

"She is very nice and I believe that you will like and she will like you,"
I said, emphasizing the last part and tweaking her pert little nose.

"Well can I fuck Beth again," Justin asked. I looked at the boy. He was a
cutie. About 5'6 and slender, Justin's brown hair was long enough so that
he could pull most of it into a ponytail and when wet, the bangs went below
his lips. Large hazel colored eyes dominated his completely smooth face,
his nose was on the verge of being called broad, his gorgeously kissable
lips framed teeth what were crystal white and in the process of being
straightened by light blue braces, colored braces being quite the fashion.

"You know my answer to that Justin." He nodded his head and posed the
question to my daughter who asked if they had time. I said that they did.

"Wanna just do it here," the cute young teen asked and my daughter's answer
was to turn her back to the boy and brace her hands against the wall of the
shower and bend over. Justin moved up behind her and rubbed his swollen
cock head up and down her slit, teasing everything from her asshole to the
top of her hairless gash before gently pushing it inside her cunt hole. I
was standing right alongside so got to watch the penetration.

I seriously loved watching a boy fuck my daughter. Once the boy was lodged
deep inside her cunt he held onto her hips and started to fuck her. I knelt
alongside the children and used one hand to rub on Justin's skinny little
butt and the other to rub on Beth's clitty. The clitty fingers moved back
to feel the boys' stone hard flesh as it slid in and out of Beth's cunt and
to feel the very rim of her cock slot as it moved back and forth as the boy
thrust and pulled.

"It's not gonna be long Bethy," Justin groaned. I stood up and planted my
mouth against Justin's sweet mouth and the boy kissed me with a vengeance,
cramming his mouth against mine and shoving his tongue into me. He moaned
as he kissed and fucked, and moved one hand down to rub and fondle my rock
hard ass.

"God I love fucking you Beth," he said after breaking the kiss. "You cunt
is so tight on my cock, it loves being in your cunt hole Beth, my cock is
so happy inside your cunt hole." We had learned early that Justin loved
talking when he was fucking or getting fucked. He told us that he talked a
lot when he was jacking off too. He would watch sex movies when he jacked
off and would talk through the whole thing. He said it made him hotter when
he commented about what was going on in front of him as well as talking
about himself too. The latter was about how hard his cock was, how his
balls felt, how he wished it was his hard cock doing the fucking or getting
sucked or whatever was going on. The kid was hot fucking little sex machine
and I was looking forward to spending years with him.

Justin had confided in me one night as we lay cuddled after 4 hours of
almost non-stop sex that he loved being with boys. Beth had gone to be
earlier with a bit of an upset tummy. "I love boys so much Decker," he
said. "Men too although you're the only man I've been with and I love being
with you. You know, I have a few friends that would love to be with you
too. They know that I'm playing sexy with a man but not who and they're
bugging me to meet you so they can play with you too." I asked him about
whether Beth played into that scenario at all and he nodded his head.

"Yeah, probably. I mean, I know that a couple of them like girls but not
all of them. One of my friends is 12 and he's still more into boys and not
really interested in girls. Another one is sorta kinda, if you know what I
mean." I did. I had not yet hooked up with any of Justin's friends but it
was going to happen, it was just a matter of when.

"I'm really close, I'm really close," Justin said then all of a sudden he
pulled out of Beth's cunt and started jacking off. Beth turned quickly
because she knew what the boy was doing. My little girl stood close enough
so that when the boy shot his sperm it would go on her and a second later
it did.

"Oohhh fuck," Justin groaned as a thick stream of sperm blasted out onto my
daughter's belly. It was followed by three more jets and as it died down
Beth peeled her pussy lips open and Justin put his cock head against her
clit and the rest of his sperm oozed out onto her pussy. The boy moved his
cock around in order to spread the wealth as it were. When he was done he
pulled back and let go of his dick which continued to throb as it hung in
the air.

"Thanks for letting me fuck you Bethy," the boy said then kissed her.

"Thank you for fucking me Justy. My cunt loves a hard cock in it the first
thing in the morning." The two younglings kissed as I cleaned myself up and
we all got out together and dried off. Justin dressed and left but not
before making me promise to fuck him one night next week. After he left I
told Bethany about my evening.

"Jasmine is a wonderful lady and so is her youngest son Cobie. They love
sex just like you and I do. Her oldest son Dixon wasn't there so I didn't
meet him but I have no doubt that he is just as nice as his mother and
brother. Jazz is very interested in meeting you and playing with you too
sweetheart."

"That sounds nice daddy," Beth said. "I miss mommy and I miss playing with
a woman so this will be fun. Are we going to do stuff today, after lunch?"

"Well darling I was thinking of surprising them by taking the plane to the
beach house." Beth jumped up and down clapping her hands.

"Will Pedro be there daddy?" I shrugged my shoulders and said I didn't know
but that I wasn't planning on it since we would have new guests." Bethany
understood. We got dressed, my daughter choosing to wear a light summer
dress in a bright floral print and me in cargo shorts and white cotton polo
shirt.

I knew from our early conversations that Jazz enjoyed spontaneity and was
open to new adventures so I called her. "Change of plans," I said and heard
a very slight tone of disappointment. "Dress in light casual clothing,
shorts and sandals sort of thing; boys too." She asked what was up and I
told her it was a surprise and that I would be heading to her house right
then, see her in 20 minutes. "Oh, and plan on being away for a couple
days." Bethany and I headed to the garage and pulled the custom cover off
of my 1959 Chrysler Imperial Le Baron. I had inherited the big old boat
from my grandfather when he passed away.

Five years prior I'd done a full body off restoration on the car which
included everything under the sun. I had it repainted with original color
which was a sort of light pink-ish champagne. The luxury car had come with
every option available including power door locks-windows-steering and
brakes, 6-way power seats, automatic headlight dimmer and what was then
called auto-pilot. Even the rear view mirrors had an auto adjust
feature. It had factory air, the best radio available and a built in record
player of all things.  The interior was white leather, the car powered by a
413 wedge engine. I'd shown the car quite a bit at local shows and had
trophied there and at the state shows and the annual GoodGuys car shows the
past 3 years. I chose to take the Chrysler because the backseat of the
Aston Martin would require someone to sit on the hump. Besides the big old
thing was fun to drive if for nothing else other than the looks it
garnered.

I pulled into Jazz's driveway and she came out onto her porch
immediately. The expression on her face was hilarious, her hands at her
mouth in total surprise. Cobie was right behind her and behind him his
older brother Dixon.

Dixon was a stone cutie. Slightly shorter than Justin his blonde hair was a
little darker than Cobie's and kept shorter on the sides and a little
longer on top. Bright blue eyes with thick brows and lashes were at the
top, a beautiful set of slightly pink and full lips at the bottom. In
between a light smattering of freckles went across the bridge of a narrow
but well-proportioned nose.

Cobie ran toward me and since his arms were outstretched I scooped and
swooped, spinning around with the boy in my arms, he laughing giddily all
the way. I set him down and introduced Bethany to Jazz, then Cobie and
Dixon and as I said his name I reached my hand out and the boy took it.

"I'm Decker," I said and with a winning smile the boy answered with,

"So I hear. Nice to meet you. Sorry I wasn't here last night."  Dixon's
voice was still slightly high pitched but was slowly working its way into
young adulthood. I loved it.

"Well it looks like I may be sticking around awhile so it'll work out."

"I damn sure hope so."

"What are we going to do Decker," Cobie asked, his arms still around my
neck.

"We that's a surprise but it will be a 4 hour trip getting there so if you
need something to keep you occupied you better grab it." I set Cobie down
so he and his brother could go inside.

"You are a mystery man," Jazz said, then to Bethany, "I'm glad to have
another girl around Bethany."

"Me too Jasmine," my daughter replied. I could see that she was taken by
Jazz right off the bat. The lady was smoking hot for sure.

"You can call me Jazz if you like sweetie," Jasmine told her. Jazz went
inside the front door but was back in moments with a small travel bag, the
boy's right behind her. We piled in the car, my guests extolling its size
and how nice it was. I shocked them by having the record player slide out
from under the dashboard.

At lunch we all got to know each other a little more. Bethany had chosen to
sit next to Jazz and both boys braced me. At one point Cobie put his hand
on my thigh, and fairly high up which didn't go unnoticed by Dixon. The
older boy engaged me in conversation, talking about sports and other things
we might have in common.

"Mom says you fly an airplane too Decker." I said that I did. "Gosh do you
think we could go flying sometime? I've never been in a plane before." I
told him that we definitely would. Needless to say when we pulled into the
small airport both boys got pretty animated as did their mother. I went the
ling of hangers and onto the tarmac and parked in front of our hanger where
my manager Cal was waiting for us as was the Hawker.

We got out, I shook hands with Cal. Nobody had to pee so we headed straight
for the place. The interior of the Hawker is pretty plush, all tan vinyl
seats and dark carpet. Beth helped the boys get buckled. I told Jazz that
she could ride co-pilot but she asked if she could defer for now and maybe
let Dixon take that seat. I was more that okay with that. I got the boy
buckled in and adjusted the headset for him then proceeded to do get the
plane fired up. Cal had already done all the pre-flight as well as having
started the plane and got it warmed up. Typically I would have done it all
but I trusted Cal implicitly. Still I did a cursory check. I explained some
of the gauges and screens to Dixon then got permission to take off and less
than 10 minutes later we were lifting off.

I got us to cruising speed and put the plane on auto-pilot then turned to
Dixon. "Having fun?" The grinned and nodded his head.

"Yeah, this is awesome." I asked if he wanted to fly the plane and the look
of shock was almost hilarious but I kept a straight face. He threw out the
usual and Obvious objections but I patiently explained the safety features,
as in, I still had full control, and the fact that he wouldn't really be
doing anything.

"I dunno," he said cautiously.

"Well, I tell you what, maybe a little later okay?" He nodded his head. I
went about pointing out some of the other electronic equipment and its
usage to him. About 15 minutes into the cruising altitude of 30 thousand
feet Jazz came forward and asked if Dixon would swap places with her. A
moment later she was parked in the co-pilot's seat.

"What a delightful little girl you have Decker," she said. "She and Cobie
seem to have hit off quite nicely as well." I thanked and told her that I
felt the same way about her boys and that Dixon seemed just a sweet as his
little brother. Jazz nodded her head.

"He is pretty taken with you too Decker. Of course Cobie relating last
nights' adventures created a great deal of interest but that aside, he
still likes you." I felt good about that.

"Care to tell me where we're headed?" I shook my head.

"Nope, it's a surprise but I promise you will be excited and you'll love
it." She chuckled and said she had no doubt.

Where were headed was Puerto Penasco Mexico, also known as Rocky Point. The
town of about 50 thousand was in the Sonora region of Baja about 100 miles
south of the US border, and sits on the east side of the Sea of Cortez also
known as the Gulf of California. Back in the late 1950's my grandparents
bought an old run down hacienda that sat on almost a full acre of land on
the beach in what is now called old town. Over the years they had acquired
2 lots on each side of theirs, allowing the owners lifetime occupancy. The
town had been pretty much nothing and had a very small population but now
there are resorts and condos lining the beaches north of Old Town.

My grandfather tore down the old structure and built a 6 bedroom 5 full and
2 half bathroom villa along with a swimming pool then put a 9 foot high 2
feet thick wall around 3 sides of it. The beach side was only 2 feet tall
but sat atop an 8 foot tall sea wall. The top of the walls had large nails
laid point up in it to keep birds off and people out, not that trespassers
were a problem in Rocky Point. As the residents of the houses on each side
died off he rented the houses out and over the years rebuilt them as well,
doing much of it himself. My father had inherited the property when his
father died and I got it from my father. We had traveled down there
regularly throughout my childhood and as an adult I went down as often as
possible. Having my own airplane and a fair amount of money certainly made
it easy for that to happen. When I was a teen I had asked my dad why gramps
had built such a huge house and dad said,

"Because he could. It cost peanuts compared to what it would have in the
states and he figured he may as well do it up big. Of course he'd planned
on having family and friends come down too but that hadn't worked out the
way he'd planned."

Juanita's family had been watching over our property since the very
beginning, she had taken over from her parents. My grandfather paid the
family a monthly stipend for basically doing nothing except when my family
was planning a trip down. That salary had risen and now I paid her $150
dollars a month which was a large enough sum. At one point after her father
had passed away Juanita's mother was struggling and my grandfather had
gifted the family a modest sum of money to help out. We eventually
purchased the home they lived in and allowed them to live rent free. It was
a nominal fee and worth every penny and they adored us. We were family.

Juanita cleaned and if something needed repairing her husband Alberto fixed
it or hired a trusted person to fix it. Prior to us coming down she would
make sure that there were fresh vegetables, milk, meat and other victuals
in the fridge and the pool cover would come off and if needed the pool
cleaned. After we left she would wash the sheets and do a general house
cleaning.

The boy Pedro that Bethany had mentioned, was her grandson and what a
delightful bundle of boy he had turned out to be. He was now 13 and we'd
been having sex with him for at least 4 years. I loved watching him fuck
Bethany and he loved getting fucked. If his grandmother was aware of our
relationship she had never given any indication of it. The boy often stayed
at the villa when we were there and while it was assumed that he was a
houseboy and gofer he was more of a bed boy. I had all but planned on
bringing him to the US for a visit and even possibly making college
available to him, if and when the time came.

Jazz and I continued to chat quietly and we could hear the kids chattering,
laughing and playing like children do. Some 40 minutes later Cobie asked if
he could sit in the co-pilot seat and Jazz gracefully moved to the cabin. I
readjusted the head set to fit on the little boys' head and man oh man did
he beam with pride. I took the time to explain the basics screens to the
boy.

"I think I would like to learn how to fly," he said with sincerity. I asked
him if he wanted to try it right then and he got a frightened expression on
his face, not unlike his brothers'. He was worried that he couldn't see
out, about crashing us, among other things and I patiently explained that
he didn't need to see and he wouldn't crash us. He finally nodded his head
and I took us off auto-pilot and explained what he had to do. Of course the
plane rose and dipped slightly but nothing to worry about. I had Cobie
gently turn the yoke and he did so. I had him turn back on course, showing
him how to read the Heading Director. I put the plane on auto pilot again.

"How long have you been flying Decker," the youngling asked. I told him
since I was Beth's age which shocked him so I explained. My grandfather had
been a pilot and flew in WW II. He had founded our family owned flying
company shortly after being discharged. My dad was also a pilot and flew
during the Viet Nam conflict. I was instrument savvy by the time I was 6,
could do pre-flight at the same age. I had the yoke in my hands when I was
7 and the rest is history. I soloed before I was legally supposed to but
hell, I was an experienced pilot before I got pubic hair. I'd flown F14's
for the Navy, got out and took over our flying business from my dad who'd
suffered a heart attack before he was 50.

Cobie finally went to the back to be replaced by Dixon who said that he was
ready to try flying. I assumed that Cobie had bragged that he done it. I
let Dixon take over the controls. A moment later I was given a course
change and told Dixon to make it, explaining the heading director and how
to follow it. The boy did fine.

"See, nothing to it," I said and the boy grinned and said thanks. A little
later he went back and Beth came up to give me a kiss and ask how much
longer and I told her. She went back and Jazz came up. I was told to begin
descent to 20 thousand and as we did the Pacific Ocean became more visible
in the distance off to the right of the plane. It had been visible for half
an hour and how no one noticed it was beyond me.

"Jesus Decker, are we going to Mexico," Jazz asked. I nodded my head and
said

"Bingo," then explained the situation to her including Pedro, which helped
peak her interest even more. "If you would please, tell the kids we'll be
landing in 20 minutes. She was back in 3 minutes.

"Seems the discussion has gotten around to sex and they're swapping
stories. Both boys are groping their crotches." I commented that sex might
be the first order of business once we got settled into the house. "I have
no problem with that," Jazz responded with a smile, adding that, I also
told the kids no show and tell until we got to where we're going."

As stated, we landed 20 minutes later and I taxied to my private hanger
where a Tan Jeep Sahara waited, a Latino teen standing alongside. As we
shut the plan down the boy came forward. "That's César," I heard my
daughter explain. Cobie commented how cute he was. Indeed the 15 year old
was incredibly cute. And incredibly hung. The youngest son of another of
the private owners of the airport, I had been engaging with the kid since
before Beth had been born. He was a very versatile and enthusiastic lover,
a true pan-sexual. A slender boy, not more than 5'7, César sported a
thick 8¾ inches of uncircumcised cock and a set of plump low hanging
balls that issued forth more cum than 2 adult males almost every time he
spermed. The front of his shorts didn't do anything to hide his endowment.

"Señor Decker, welcome home," the boy said with a smile large enough to
show his glaring white back teeth. He wrapped his arms around me, kissed me
on the mouth and patted my back, a typical greeting among close friends. He
hefted Bethany into his arms and kissed her in the same manner, telling her
how big she was even though he's seen her barely 2 months before. I
introduced him to my guests and he chose to kiss them on each cheek, giving
all of them a quick scan with his large dark eyes.

"How long is your stay," he asked and I told him only a few days to which
he gave me faux pout. "I was hoping to visit since we didn't have time on
your last visit." Indeed, the boy had confided that he'd found a group of
other youngsters that worshipped his cock and drained his young balls on a
regular basis. I told him that I'd call his cell phone if we had time. That
said, we piled in the Jeep and headed out.

Jazz commented that nobody had checked our ID's. I explained that the
airport was private/government owned and that my family had been one of the
private owners since my grandfather's time. There was no need for any kind
of customs or ID check with any of the owners.

"You're just full of surprises aren't you Decker?" I nodded my head. Twenty
minutes later we were driving through the heavy, slowly opening wooden
gates into to my lush tropical compound.

In a fairly typical Latin fashion the house was an off white, almost light
tan, adobe styled 2 story red tile roofed villa. A circular cobblestoned
courtyard wrapped around the obligatory fountain. Also typical were the
smaller and infrequent windows on that, the back side of the villa. The
inner facing walls were a different story. Large, lush trees and colorful
foliage abounded offering shade and even more privacy. We entered the villa
through a 9 foot tall 200 year old solid wood door that my grandfather had
gotten from an old monastery and were in a 2 story vestibule.

The interior floors were tiled or parquet wood, access to the large open
and airy rooms was through wide arched doorways. A huge living room looked
out onto the pool, more greenery and of course the Sea of Cortez. The front
was open to the elements although there were floor to ceiling shuttered
doors that could be closed if need be. Both levels were protected by deep
verandas, the ground level even more so because there were no rooms on one
side. The kitchen and dining areas were on that side and so if you went
outside you were in a complete outdoor kitchen with grill, sink, a small
reefer and outside dining area.

Wide staircases went upstairs on each side of the vestibule to another
large open living area. There were bedrooms on each wing of the villa with
a full bedroom suite at the end of each wing that faced the beach, each
with a small private deck. The master suite was in the left wing and guest
suite on the right with 2 additional bedrooms rooms on each wing, Bethany's
room next to mine.

I took my guests on a tour and got plenty of oohs and aahs both inside and
outside. As I said the entire grounds were lush with tropical
vegetation. Lemon, mango, banana and orange trees had been planted 40 years
before along with some banyan trees so now they offered plenty of shade as
well as fruit. There were also gardens all along the wall, the Heleconia,
Bird of Paradise, ginger and Ti plants as well as orchids offering a riot
of color.

Back in the house I offered soda's or water to everyone and saw that
Juanita had left a large casserole dish of chicken enchiladas, a bowl of
refried beans and another of tomatillo rice for dinner.

"Now what," Cobie asked.

"How about fucking," my daughter suggested and immediately pulled her dress
up and off, revealing that she wasn't wearing any panties. The boys stared
openly at her hairless pussy. It was a testament to their control that they
didn't begin stripping right then and there. Instead they looked to their
mother for permission. I just chuckled. I was also not a little amazed that
she'd made it the past 5 hours without showing the boys her smooth hairless
little girl slit. And that was a testimony to her control.

"Go ahead," Jazz said and in moments both boys were naked as the proverbial
jaybirds, Cobie as hard as stone, his smooth young boner all but quivering
in front of his taut little tummy. Dixon was an almost perfect specimen of
boy. The little hottie wasn't fully hard but about half way there. He
looked like he'd go 5½ inches when he finally reach full tumescence. The
patch of hair at the base of his cock was dark blonde and sparse, probably
not more than 7-8 months old. His balls were deliciously medium sized eggs
that hung nicely below his cock in a totally smooth hairless sac. He didn't
even have hair encroaching onto the top of his bag, which would be normal
at his stage of development.

Jazz and I watched as our children came together to investigate and explore
each other's young bodies. By that time Dixon had indeed reached full
engorgement and his red tipped young boner reach the guessed at length.
Cobie was the first to drop to his knees to explore my daughter's pussy,
Bethany stepping one foot out farther to open her young split to the boy.

"It's so soft and smooth," the young boy said quietly as he rubbed a finger
up and down Beth's pussy, "and her clitty is so tiny."

"Let's sit on the sofa," Beth suggested and the three kids did exactly
that. I had replaced the furniture in that room with water and body fluid
resistant tweed like sofas and chairs. They were done in a Scotch type of
pattern using off-whites, tan, greys, and a faint blue, the latter being
the least predominant color. My grandfather had used all leather furniture
which tended to be too cold on bare flesh and while neither he nor my
father likely put their bare flesh down, my family did most of the time.

Beth sat in the middle with a boy on each side and while one of them played
with her pussy she played with the other's raging boner. They took turns,
nobody hogging anyone else. Dixon was the first to kiss her and it only
took a moment before their heads were tilted and each had a hand at the
back of the other's head. Soft moans could be heard from all 3 of them.

"Can I lick your pussy Beth," Cobie asked.

"Of course you can silly, that's what it's there for."  The little boy got
between her legs, pushed my daughter's legs open and shoved his face up
against her pussy and went to town.

"Maybe I can suck on your boner Dixon," Bethany said so the boy moved and
got to his knees alongside of her. Beth started by feeling up the teens'
balls causing him to moan softly. "You got a really cute cock and balls
Dixon. I can hardly wait to feel your boner in my cunt." I swear that the
boys' eyes all but rolled to the back of his head.

Jazz and I watched as my daughter took her son's cock into her mouth and
began sucking him. Bethany put her hands on the boys' deliciously tight
little ass and pulled him to her, taking the entire thing into her mouth
until her nose was in his sparse moss patch. I was proud of my baby
girl. She could get a lot of cock in her mouth. We could hear both boys
moaning softly as they worked and got worked.

"Ya wanna trade out Dixie," his little brother asked. Dixon gently took his
cock from my daughter's mouth.

"You got a tasty cock Dixon," she said, "I definitely want more of it." The
boys traded and Dixon went for Bethany's pussy like a true pussy lover. He
peeled her lips open and began licking and sucking everything his tongue or
lips could find. Cobie stood in front of Beth's face and squatted down. We
couldn't actually see her mouth engulf but we could see the boys' tiny butt
as he moved it to and fro, fucking my daughter's face. We could see the
sides of his tender little butt cheeks dimple as he pressed forward and
fill back out when he moved back. Jesus it was hot.

"What say we join them," Jazz asked. My answer was to stand and begin to
strip.