Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2007 23:24:50 +1200 (NZST)
From: Katherine Starke <katherine.starke@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: Gilly Beans (Part One)

I first saw my parents having sex when I was nine years old. It was a sunny
summer Sunday, and my brothers and I had been sent outside to play after
lunch. I went back into the house after about half an hour, to get a toy
from my bedroom, and on my way up the hall I heard moans coming from my
parent's bedroom. They usually closed their bedroom door when they went to
the bedroom each Sunday after lunch, but on this day the door was partly
open, possibly because it was so hot. I stopped outside the door and peered
in through the gap, and reflected in the full-length wall mirror at the
foot of their bed, I could see my father's hairy buttocks, framed by my
mother's legs around his waist, rising and falling rhythmically between her
raised white thighs. Holding my breath, I crept closer until I could look
through the part-open door to the bed, and could see my father's thick,
stiff, wet-looking red cock sliding in and out of the hairy split between
my mother's legs. I watched for several minutes, hearing my mother's moans
grow in intensity, watching my father's pumping hips move ever faster,
until I crept backwards down the hall and slipped outside to rejoin my
brothers without my toy. I was disturbed by what I had seen, yet excited,
with a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my little pussy burned
and twitched. I didn't tell my brothers what I had seen, for although
excited, I felt uneasy about spying on my parents when I knew should not
have been.

That night in bed, unable to sleep, my mind replaying the scene in my
parent's bedroom, I felt the same feeling of excitement in the pit of my
belly, my pussy burned and itched once more, and I slipped a hand between
my thighs to rub between my thighs. My little lips felt hot and swollen,
and I pressed two fingers into little slit and rubbed them up and down. The
tense and excited feeling in my belly got stronger until I suddenly felt
warm all over and the feeling began to fade. Turning on my side I drifted
off to sleep, and woke in the morning with my hand still between my legs.

The next Sunday, after we had been sent outside to play, I told my brothers
after several minutes that I had to go inside to the toilet. I slipped into
the house and crept up the hall, but although I could hear heavy breathing
and my mother's faint moans from behind the door, it was closed. I listened
for several minutes, the tight feeling in my tummy growing as I imagined
what was happening on the bed, reliving in my mind the images from the
previous Sunday. As the gasps and moans reached a crescendo I crept back
down the hall and went outside to join my brothers. That night in bed I
rubbed my slit as I pictured my parents fucking, continuing until I again
felt warm all over, before dropping off to sleep. During the week I woke
late one night to hear the now recognisable sounds of fucking coming from
my parents bedroom. Slipping from my bed I crept down the hall, listening
at the closed door until the moans and gasps built to a climax and then
began to fade, creeping back to bed to rub my slit until the burning and
itching culminated in the now-familiar warm glow, and then fell asleep.

The following day after getting home from school, while my mother was
outside gardening, I closed my parent's bedroom door and tried to open it
quietly. The handle made a slight squeak as I pulled it down gently, and
when I eased the door open a hinge gave a faint creak. Going to my
brothers' room, I found the small bottle of oil from my older brother's
Meccano set, and used it to lightly oil the hinges and handle of the door
to my parent's room until I could open it noiselessly.

On the following Sunday, waiting fifteen or twenty minutes after we had
been sent out to play, I again went back to the house, using the need to
use the toilet as an excuse. It was again a very hot day, and as I crept up
the hall I could see that my parent's door was again part open. Pressing
myself to the wall I eased up the hall until I could look I the door, but
was puzzled, for what I saw in the mirror was my fathers naked back and
buttocks as he knelt on the floor bent over the foot of the bed. Sliding
further along the wall until I could look in the door, I could see that my
father's head was between my mother's raised thighs, his face pressed to
her lower belly. My mother was gasping, her hips jerking, as my father's
head bobbed up and down between her thighs. After several minutes he raised
his head, wiping the back of one hand across his mouth and muttered
something in a low voice to my mother. He stood, his big stiff cock
spearing out from a bush of black curls at the bottom of his belly. I
watched as my mother lowered her feet to the floor and sat up on the end of
the bed, her big breasts drooping forward as she bent and took my father's
cock in her mouth.

Dizzy with excitement, I watched in fascination as my mother's head bobbed,
her lips sliding up and down my father's thick shaft as she cupped his
heavy, hairy balls in one hand, the other moving between her own thighs. My
father's head was thrown back, eyes closed. He began to gasp, and then
pulled away, his cock now red and angry looking, glistening wetly, and
jerking upright as it slipped from my mother's mouth. Sliding backwards up
the bed, I saw her reach both arms out to my father, drawing her legs up
and spreading them wide as he followed her onto the bed. I watched as he
held his cock in one hand, guiding the broad knob to the opening between
her hairy and wet-looking pussy lips and sank onto her. The bed began to
heave as he fucked her vigorously, her hips rising from the bed to meet his
thrusts, their bodies slapping together wetly.

I felt faint, giddy with excitement and other, unknown feelings. I was
breathing heavily, and afraid that I might be heard, I crept silently back
down the hall, the noises from my parent's room slowly fading as I moved
away. Full of suppressed excitement and feeling an instinctive need to seek
some form of release, I went under the house and crept to the back of my
father's basement workshop, crouched down and slipped my hand into my
panties to rub my slit until the tense ball of excitement in my belly grew
and washed over me, leaving me limp.

My brothers teased me all afternoon when I declined to join in their games,
preferring to sit on the swing all afternoon, rocking gently back and forth
as I relived in my mind the exciting images I had witnessed after lunch.
That night I rubbed myself to release once more, and was soon doing it
every night. I found that by drawing my knees up, I could reach down with
two fingers of one hand, and push my fingertips in and out of the opening
of my tight hole, while with the other hand I rubbed the top of my slit
increased the pleasure and excitement.

 Over the next few weeks I watched my parents fucking several time, on
Sundays only when they left the door open, as I was afraid to open it
during the day, but I inched it open on a number of nights to watch. I was
sleeping lightly, waking when I heard my parents going to bed, lying awake
to see if they went to sleep or began fucking. One night I cracked the door
open just as they seemed to be stopping. I was about to ease the door shut
when my father raised on his knees, his cock glistening in the light from
the bedside lamp as he straightened up. Beneath him my mother rolled onto
her knees, drawing them up under her to raise her broad white buttocks to
my father as she dipped her head and shoulders to the pillows. As I watched
he shuffled closer, one hand guiding his cock between my mother's thighs.
His hips lunged forward, his cock disappearing into her, and then he was
bending over her to take her hanging breasts in both hands, pulling on them
as his belly slapped vigorously against my mother's broad white backside,
his cock flying back and forth like a shuttle. Breathless with excitement,
I silently closed the door, returning to bed to finger myself to release,
achieving my climax even as the noises from the adjoining room indicated
that my parents had reached theirs.

As the weather grew colder in the following months and my parents left
their door firmly closed each Sunday, my voyeuristic sessions were
restricted to the nights. I had become more inventive in seeking my
pleasure each night, progressing from thrusting my fingertips into my hole,
to pushing my fingers as deep inside me as they would reach, and ultimately
using objects to fill my pussy as I rubbed my slit. This began with the
round wooden handle of a hairbrush, with which I experimented one
night. Finding that the dry varnished handle failed to slip into my hole
the way my fingers did, I lubricated my slit with saliva-wet fingers, and
sucked the handle before inserting it once more. It slipped in partway
satisfactorily, but seemed to stick, so I pushed more firmly. I felt a
sharp jolt of sensation that made me gasp, and the handle slid all the way
in to the bristles. It filled me agreeably and I thrust it in and out as I
rubbed the top of my slit, and was rewarded by having the most satisfying
climax I had yet achieved.

From that night I continued to use the brush, or experimented with other
objects, frequently. I was soon beginning to lubricate naturally and needed
less saliva to ease their entry. I was developing too; my pussy lips were
growing plumper, and the sensitive spot between them at the top had
developed a more prominent bump. I began to pleasure myself on occasions
other than at night, only whenever I thought I would be undetected, and
most often however in my bedroom. However in becoming careless in taking my
secret pleasure, I inadvertently exposed my clandestine activity to my
older brother Ben. Our parents had gone to visit friends one Saturday
afternoon; my brothers had gone to play with some of their friends up the
road, and I was meant to go to play with my cousins down the road, but I
waited until I was alone in the house, then selected a suitably small
carrot from the pantry, peeled it and returned to my bedroom. I had found
that a freshly peeled carrot was not only wet and easy to insert, but felt
deliciously cold as I first slid it into my hole.

Lying back on my bed, legs spread, panties off and skirt up around my
waist, I was enjoying the sensation of my excitement slowly growing as I
pumped the carrot in and out of my tight hole while rubbing the sensitive
spot in my slit. I had screwed my eyes closed as I concentrated on the
feeling of warmth radiating from the pit of my belly, and I was beginning
to pant as my pleasure grew, when with a shock of horror I realised that
someone else was in my room, also panting. My eyes flew open and I looked
up to see my older brother Ben, standing to one side and slightly behind
me, panting open-mouthed as he gazed down at me, his shorts around his
knees as he rubbed his stiff cock furiously. Realising I had seen him, he
moved closer, urging me not to stop as he continued to rub himself. I
looked at his cock; it was a good sturdy one, although nowhere as big as my
father's, and suddenly I wanted to feel it inside me. Removing the carrot I
drew my legs up and back, spreading them wide as I had seen my mother do,
and stretched my arms out to Ben.

Pulling off his shorts, Ben climbed on the bed and I reached for his cock
as he got between my legs. It felt hot and smooth, soft and yet hard. I
guided the tip into my slit to the entrance of my hole as he lowered
himself onto me. His end slipped easily into me at first, and then
stopped. Ben withdrew a little and pushed further in, repeating the action
until he was all the way up me and I could feel his smooth, tight balls
press into the crease of my skinny buttocks. There was no pain, just a
wonderful feeling of fullness and distension. His cock felt so much better
inside me than the inanimate objects I had used to pleasure myself: thick,
hot, and filling me so completely. He began to move in me, and it felt
wonderful. Raising my thighs to grip his waist, crossing my legs over his
back as I had watched my mother do with my father, I grasped Ben's buttocks
with both hands, pulling him deeper into me as he moved his cock in and
out. He fucked me for no more than a minute or two before he suddenly moved
faster in me and then stopped, his hips pressed hard against my buttocks. I
felt his cock swell and twitch in me, felt a faint pulse of pressure deep
in my pussy. He lay still on me for a minute or two, eyes shut tight and
face contorted, then he relaxed and began to move his cock in me once
more. His cock seemed to move more easily inside me this time, oiled, as he
told me later, by his youthful spunk.  Ben fucked me for several minutes,
steadily and unhurriedly after his previous climax. As I became more
accustomed to the sensation of fullness inside me, the familiar tension
began to build in the pit of my belly, slowly growing until I felt hot and
excited all over, and I began panting once more. All of a sudden I became
breathless, began shaking and twitching as the spreading warmth in my body
overcame me and I almost felt as though I was suffocating. As fast as it
occurred it began to fade, and I believed later that I had experienced my
first proper orgasm. Ben continued to pump his cock in my pussy, slowly
gaining speed until he was heaving up into me vigorously, tensing as he
again squirted his spunk into my juvenile cunt.

Climbing from me, his cock drooping, Ben went down the hall to the toilet,
wiping his cock with a wad of paper as he returned with more paper for me
to wipe between my thighs. Concerned that our younger brother Alex would
come back to look for him, Ben dressed quickly, telling me that he had been
suspicious of me for some time, and that he would explain later. After he
had gone I went to the bathroom and washed between my legs, and then
dressed and went down the road to visit my cousins. I felt dazed and
excited. When I arrived at their home I looked at my cousins; Vicki, who
was a little younger than me, and Bea, who at thirteen was Ben's age, and
wondered whether either of them played with themselves; had touched a cock
or even felt one inside them. Bea was very pretty, blonde, with a
developing figure; budding breasts and rounded backside and hips. She would
have attracted attention, and I thought it likely that she must have had
some experience with boys.

Early that evening, while my parents were preparing dinner and Alex was
listening to the radio in the lounge, Ben and I met downstairs in the
garage. Behind the cars, my skirt up and panties around my knees, and Ben's
shorts and underpants pulled down, we played with each other's sex as Ben
told me how he had found me out. Suspicious of my need to go inside to the
toilet every Sunday after lunch while my parents were shut in their room,
and guessing what they were doing in there, Ben had followed me indoors one
afternoon and had observed me watching my parents through the slightly open
door. He had been watching me since, wondering what else I might get up to,
but had no knowledge of my nighttime activity. When he had noticed that I
hadn't followed him and Alex from the house earlier that day, he waited
until he got to a bend up the road before he sent Alex on ahead, making an
excuse to return home. Creeping up the hall he had watched me from the
door, becoming excited himself, pulling his cock out to rub it as he
gradually moved closer to the bed, until his agitated breathing gave him
away. I continued to rub him until he spurted over my wrist and hand, but
his fingering of my cunt, pleasant as it was, failed to satisfy me.

Ben and I plotted to find a way to repeat our earlier experience, knowing
that we would have to avoid alerting Alex. I would be unable to go to his
bedroom, as he shared it with Alex, and we dared not use mine at night as
it was next to that of my parents. The following day, Sunday, when we were
sent out to play we decided to play hide and seek. Alex was chosen to find
Ben and me, but instead of using our usual hiding places, Ben and I slipped
through the back fence and up into the scrub. We knew we would need to be
quick, and soon found a small clearing. Not wishing to get my clothes
dirty, I introduced Ben to a position I had watched my parents use,
slipping off my panties and raising my skirt as I knelt before him. I had
to tell him what to do, telling him to wipe spit on his cock when he found
me too dry to enter. Once he was in and moving, filling me up, I began to
lubricate, and resting my head on my arms felt the glow growing in my belly
as Ben's sturdy cock pumped in and out. However, novice that I was, I was
too easily distracted by the feeling of the pine needles under my bare
knees, the feeling of cool air on my bare buttocks, and the singing of
cicadas to concentrate on building on the stimulation of Ben's cock surging
in my cunt, and all too soon he gasped and spurted his spunk into my cranny
without bringing me to a climax.

We had no time for Ben to go again, which he was keen to do, as we had to
get back to our own side of the fence so that Alex could find us, but that
evening, when Ben went to the garage under the house to get wheat to feed
the chickens, I followed him. Fear of discovery heightened our excitement
as we climbed into the old car that my father was reconditioning in the
back of the garage. In the back seat of the car I took my panties off as
Ben lubricated his stiff cock with spit. He thrust into me urgently as I
clung to him, and minutes later we crept from the garage, both satisfied
and happy. After dinner that night, Ben and I offered to wash and wipe the
dinner dishes, a task that our parents usually had to force on two of the
three of us children. As Ben washed and I wiped the dishes, we talked in
low voices about our experiences, both present and past. Like me Ben had
discovered sex early, but with a girl at school, indulging in "show me"
games and ultimately masturbating one another. He had masturbated since,
and then two years later had his first fuck, being one of a group of four
who took turns to fuck an older girl at her home after school. The girl had
been almost inexhaustible, taking each of them twice, and these sessions
had become a semi-regular occurrence, with one or both of two other girls
joining in on occasions.

I felt myself growing hot, my cunt burning as Ben retold his experiences
and I imagined taking each of four boys in turn, imagined their cocks
filling me and spurting inside me. That night in bed, the light turned out,
I took my hairbrush from the drawer, intending to ease the twitching and
burning in my cunt. As I rubbed my slit to open it to prepare for the
passage of the brush handle, I found my little slit was damp, and assumed
that Ben's spunk was still seeping from me. However the following night, as
I undertook the same procedure, I found again that I was damp. Although I
was still only ten years old, I imagine in hindsight that my regular
stimulation and early sexual initiation had advanced my body's sexual
development.

The fantasy of Ben and some of his friends fucking me in turn became my
favourite daydream; one I employed almost every night as I masturbated. I
no longer attempted to spy on my parents, as Ben had scared me by warning
me that if I was caught I could be sent away to stay with relatives as
punishment. Opportunities for Ben and me to get together were frustratingly
infrequent for both of us. However at least once a week we risked meeting
in the garage in the late afternoon when Ben went to feed the chickens,
when we would use the back seat of my father's old car. We became quite
inventive; as in the little time we dared be together I explored with Ben
the things I had observed my parents doing. Although I loved the feeling of
Ben's cock moving inside me, more often than not we engaged in oral sex, as
Ben felt we were less likely to be compromised if we were surprised.

I quickly found that Ben, who had never before licked a cunt, was more
enthusiastic about attending to my pleasure if I hadn't first sucked his
cock. He would kneel on the floor in the back of the car as I sat with my
hips on the edge of the seat, my knees drawn up and thighs spread as he
lapped at my slit, one hand busy on his stiff cock. As soon as I had
reached a climax he would be urging me to change places, so that I could
kneel and take his stiff tool in my mouth. I loved it when he gasped, his
hips jerking, just before his spunk spurted into my mouth. It gave me a
feeling of power, making him lose control, and I enjoyed the sensation of
his hot, slightly salty emission flooding over my tongue when he came.

On other occasions, if we dared not go to the car because we had been told
to hurry back, or if we thought Alex was looking for us, we would restrict
ourselves to a quick session of mutual masturbation of one another either
in the back of the garage or behind the chicken house. However after
several weeks, frustrated by our hurried and furtive meetings in the
garage, and visited nightly by fantasies of being fucked by Ben and his
school friends, I began to attempt to pressure Ben to find an alternate
place to meet, one where we could pleasure one another in the comfort of a
bed. Thinking myself artful, desiring to fulfil my newfound ambition to be
fucked by a number of cocks in succession, I suggested that he and his
friends meet me at his older girlfriend's house. Ben refused to countenance
this suggestion, adding that anyway, she lived near to their college, which
was far distant to the school I attended. However I felt that nonetheless I
had planted the germ of an idea in his mind, and a couple of weeks later
the thought came to fruition.

As Ben and I were doing the dishes, as we now did every night, to the
pleased surprise of Alex and our parents, he told me that he had been
talking with one of his closest friends, Robert, who lived less than ten
minutes walk down the road from us. Robert, Ben revealed, was one of the
four who met for group sex with the older girl from Taita. I was surprised
at this bit of news, as Robert, an only child, was a good-looking boy, and
a good scholar and athlete who seemed to be esteemed by the parents in our
neighbourhood, who frequently held him up as an example of an achiever to
their own children. Consequently, the thought of Robert doing something
that an adult would certainly disapprove of, seemed very strange. However,
as Ben explained, not only was Robert his most trusted friend, but as both
his parents worked, which was unusual then, there was nobody else home
apart from Robert until after 6.00 p.m. each week night, when his mother
arrived home from work. There was a condition on the use of Robert's bed,
Ben added, and that was that Robert expected to fuck me as well. It was
obvious that Ben was not happy with this idea, but although secretly I was
delighted, I pretended to agree without showing enthusiasm.

A day or two later, Ben told me to meet him at Robert's home after the
arrival of the high school bus that he and Robert caught. I was to arrange
to go first to the home of one of my friends after my school closed, which
would provide me with an excuse to be home late. I was so excited that
night that I had trouble sleeping, and masturbated twice before finally
dropping off to sleep. The following day at school seemed to drag, and I
played only half-heartedly with my friend, until I heard the high school
bus pass her gate and excused myself, telling her I had to meet my brother.

Robert and Ben were sitting on the fence at Robert's home, waiting for me,
and I followed them into the house and down the hall to Robert's
bedroom. Both Ben and Robert turned to look at me expectantly, and without
hesitation I began to undress as they watched. I was very aware of the
contrast that I must have made with the girls that they both fucked
periodically; Ben had told me how well developed the older girl was, how
she had full breasts and a mass of hair at her crotch. By contrast I was
very slim, and quite hairless, but in recent months my nipples and aureoles
had begun to grow, and I had developed tiny bumps on my chest, precursors
of breasts I hoped would be full and firm and attractive to boys.

Removing my panties, my final garment, I gazed in anticipation at the boys,
and they responded by hastily throwing off their clothes. The contrast
between the two boys, naked, surprised me, for while Ben was stocky, with a
short but thick cock, heavy balls and a light cover of brown hair on his
balls and the base of his cock, Robert was tall yet slender, and had small
balls and little hair, and a thin but long cock. I was impatient to feel
that long thin cock inside me, but Ben plainly wanted to control the
proceedings and insisted that I sit on the edge of the bed and suck him and
Robert in turn. Both boys stood hip to hip before me, and I sucked each in
turn for several minutes before Ben pushed me back onto the bed and pushed
his cock into my cunt forcefully. Lubricated with my saliva and aided by my
growing dampness, his cock slipped all the way inside me, filling me, and
he began the familiar thrusting rhythm I was eagerly awaiting. As I lay
back, knees drawn back to my chest, slender body jolted by the impact of
Ben's surging hips, I looked across at Robert, who stood slowly stroking
his long, thin cock as he waited for his turn. The sight, together with the
expectation of what I hoped was to come, made me almost hysterical with
excitement and brought me to climax faster and more intensely than ever
before, and I was close to a second, which I had never before experienced,
when I felt Ben spurting inside me.

No sooner had Ben withdrawn and stepped aside than Robert was taking his
place, his long, thin cock sliding easily all the way up into my channel,
well-lubricated with Ben's spunk. Although Robert's cock failed to fill and
stretch my little cunt the way that Ben's did, it went in further, which I
found a highly exciting novelty. Robert's hands roamed my body as he fucked
me; teasing my little nipples, which grew exquisitely sensitive in
response, playing in the cleft between my slender buttocks and fingering my
anus, and finally reaching down to rub the sensitive spot between my cunt
lips. I had achieved two climaxes with Robert inside me before the rhythm
of his began to speed up and I felt him spurting inside me.

The moment Robert had stopped moving Ben was urging him to get off me. As
Robert pulled away, his long cock slipping from my slit, Ben encouraged me
in turning around on the bed and rolling over to get up on my knees. Even
as I was moving into this position he was climbing onto the bed behind me
as I knelt before him, and I felt his stiff cock slip between my thighs
from behind. I felt his hand between us, guiding his knob to my slit, and
then he was pushing up into me. With two lots of spunk inside my cunt I was
very wet, and I could hear Ben's cock making squelching noises as it moved
in and out of me, and could feel their spunk running down the backs of my
thighs, but this sensation and the audible sounds of our fucking served
only to excite me more. I turned to look at Robert, who stood beside the
bed watching us. His long, thin cock was drooping, and to my surprise, his
knob had become partly covered by o hood of loose skin. I had only ever
seen the cocks of Ben and my father, both of who had exposed knobs when
hard or limp, and when I questioned Ben later, he told me that this was
because his cock had been circumcised, and Robert's hadn't.

Robert saw me looking at his cock, and asked if I would suck it. I was so
excited that I would have agreed to anything, and nodded enthusiastically.
Robert climbed onto the bed to kneel in front of me and I leant forward,
taking his partly erect cock between my lips. He quickly grew hard as I
sucked on him, his smooth, slender cock tasting tangy with the mixture of
fluids from my cunt. The rhythmic pounding of Ben's hips against my lean
buttocks was driving my mouth back and forth on Robert's stiff cock, and I
felt as if I was being fucked at both ends, which I found highly exciting.
When Ben had spurted into me again and withdrawn, Robert was quick to pull
his cock from my mouth and move behind me to take Ben's place. His long,
slender cock seemed to go in even deeper than before as I knelt on the bed,
taking my breath from me as he penetrated deep inside me with each
thrust. Rather than holding my hips to pull me back onto him as Ben had
done, Robert curled over my body, his hands beneath me playing with my
sensitive nipples and stroking the responsive spot in my slit. His clever
fingers brought me to a quick and very intense little climax, from which I
was beginning to recover when he began poking me faster until he spurted
deep in my little channel. When Robert finally pulled out of me I collapsed
onto the bed, tired but ecstatically happy. My little cunt was slightly
sore from the unusual level of activity, yet I knew that I would want to do
it again, and the fantasy of four or more boys lining up to take turns at
fucking me continued to fuel my nightly masturbation sessions for months to
come.

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