This story is a sequel to "Wisconsin Summer."  It is, 
of course, pure fantasy. Although the stories are set 
in real places, the authors connections to those 
places is tenuous at best. The Internet can provide a 
wealth of info for authors wanting to write stories 
about places they really don't know.

The last scene in the story is a change for me, I 
guess my imagination just got the best of me and I 
went a bit off target for the characters. I was also 
having trouble keeping my hands on the keyboard 
while writing it. Tell me if you don't like the 
change.

lschmidt@boardermail.com


Los Angeles Thanksgiving


Mom and I waited outside security at LAX. A 
constant flow of travelers came down the long 
passageway, through the narrowing at the security 
checkpoint, then, most were met by family or 
friends. People shook hands, others hugged, most 
were happy their journey was over and they were 
with friends again.

Doreen is tall, Mom waved down the hall and Dora 
waved back I lifted up on tiptoes to see the top of 
Margo's head. Through a gap, we saw each other, 
my stomach was twisted. They came through the 
gates, Mom and her sister hugged, Margo walked 
up to me, looking shy.

She had cut her hair. Now it was quite short, not 
quite reaching her shoulders. She now had bangs, a 
straight line across her forehead just above her 
eyebrows. She was wearing a blue and green turtle-
neck sweater and jeans. She was carrying a yellow 
parka. I walked up to her, "You're not going to need 
that here."

She didn't answer, just looked up at me, lips pursed, 
eyes wide, she looked nervous. I smiled at her as 
my heart melted. I reached out and wrapped my 
arms around her shoulders, they felt so comfortable, 
so familiar. I felt her arms go up my back, I felt her 
lean against me. I cradled her head against my chest.

"Come on you two, your blocking traffic," Mom 
called.

We held hands and walked away from the 
checkpoint.

I don't remember much about waiting for the 
baggage or the shuttle bus ride to the satellite 
parking. All I really remember was when Mom 
pulled off Century Blvd into a gas station. When 
Mom and Doreen went into the mini mart, Margo 
grabbed my collar and pulled me. Next, we were 
kissing, our tongues wrapped around each other. 
We lost track of time until the doors opened and our 
parents got in. We broke apart.

Mom looked at Doreen, "Do you think we're going 
to need a bucket of water?"

We held hands as the van made its way south on the 
405. Twice we hit backups and slowed to a stop, 
then moved forward. South on Beach Blvd. and, 
after some turns on local streets, to the apartment 
building on Olive Street.

"Wow, a pool at your door," Margo said when she 
saw the courtyard.

"Yeah, and two blocks from the ocean."

"Oh God! Can we go? I've never seen it."

I had put the bags down in the living room. "Mom, 
I'm going to take Margo down to the pier."

"Sure Hon. Put the bags in your brother's room."
Margo helped me.

When she got into the room, she said, "Do I need 
this sweater? It seems kind of warm outside."

It was right around 70. "Not really, but it will be 
cooler down at the water."

Margo pulled her sweater off over her head, then 
turned and faced me, smiling shyly. She was 
wearing a training bra and jeans now, I caught my 
breath. I stepped to her and wrapped my arms 
around her. We kissed, the most sensual kiss of a 
lifetime, it seemed to last for an hour.

"God, I've missed you," she said.

Doreen cleared her throat from the doorway, "Now 
look, you two. At least keep your clothes on for a 
little while."

Margo giggled while I blushed, "I was just 
changing out of that heavy sweater, Mom."
She started opening her suitcase.

"When you're done, you might as well put it in his 
room. That's where you'll be, err, sleeping." 
Doreen turned and left.

Margo pulled on a red tee shirt.

"You may want a wind breaker, if you have one."

She pulled out a black windbreaker with an orange 
collar and cuffs, an orange, white and black stripe 
ran down the sleeves. On the front was a tiger 
jumping over a large M, on the back "Marshfield." 
"That's one I've never seen here in LA. Ya know, 
we have the same colors, orange and black. We're 
the Oilers, though, not the Tigers."

With a smile, she pushed by me carrying her 
suitcase, then turned down the hall and into my 
room. "Marshfield Tigers kick ass."

I followed her. In my room, she looked around, 
studying the Evanessence poster, then stopping to 
look at the pile of surfboards on the top bunk.

"How many do you have?" she asked.

"Four, right now. Two Moblys, a Becker, and a 
Softtop. If you want to try it, that's the one you'll 
use, it's a good beginner board. It's also a small 
one."

"Will you teach me to surf, that would be cool!"

 "If you hang around me, you will learn to surf."
We walked hand-in-hand the two blocks to Pacific 
Coast Highway. "This traffic's worse than 
Chicago," Margo said.

"Oh yeah."

"The waves are huge."

I studied them for a moment while waiting for the 
light. Six or eight foot, a little closer together than I 
like. Fair conditions.

"This is about average," I said. "In the summer, 
their smaller, it's in the winter that we get the really 
big ones-twelve to fourteen feet. When they're 
that big, the life guards close the beach."

We got the walk signal and crossed, then made our 
way past the parked cars and into the sand.

"It smells a lot different from our lakes," Margo 
said.

"That's the kelp."

When we got to the water's edge, I pointed out a 
long section of the seaweed, a thick brown strand 
with spiny leaves. Each leaf had a small sack at its 
base. I picked one up and squeezed it. Margo was 
surprised by the "pop" as the air sack ruptured. 
"They have these little air sacks to make them 
float."

Margo took the slimy leaf, "cool."

We walked down the beach toward the pier. Margo 
stopped and took off her shoes, so did I. The sand 
was still warm from the sun, when the water washed 
up over our feet Margo danced and laughed, 
running up out of the way.

"It's so cold!" she laughed.

I guessed it to be around 60, normal for this time of 
year.

"The water's always cool here," I said. "The current 
brings it down from Alaska." We reached the stairs 
up to the pier and started the climb. When we 
reached the top, we went out, I had my arm around 
her.

I had thought about this moment and had decided 
what I would do, I was just a little surprised how 
soon it came and with whom. I know my face 
blanched when we came face to face with my old 
girl friend, Debbie.

She spoke first, "Hi Mike."

"Hi." I kept my arm around Margo, even pulled her 
a little closer. "Nice to be out of school for a week, 
huh?"

"Yeah, I plan to do some diving."

"Cool. Uh, Debbie, this is Margo, my cousin from 
Wisconsin. She's here for Thanksgiving."

"Oh!" Deb said. "You're the girl he spent the 
summer with."

"Hi," Margo said.

"I hope you like LA. Mike said he had a great time 
in-Wisconsin? Right?"

"Yeah."

"Well, welcome to California." Debbie paused and 
smiled, a true smile, not laughing. "I'm on my way 
home. She ya."

"Bye," Margo said.

"Have a happy turkey day," I said.

We continued down the pier. "She's your old 
girlfriend, isn't she?"

"Yeah."

"Seems nice," Margo said.

"She's alright."

We continued in silence for about 25 feet.

"What did you tell her about me?"

"I told her I had a great time with my cousin. That 
you taught me how to ride a horse and that we saw 
Chicago together."

"Did you tell about....us?"

"That's nobodies business."

We kept walking a little further, then in a small 
voice, "thank you."

When we reached the end of the pier, Margo looked 
out across the ocean, "Is that an island?"

"Santa Catalina, it's about 40 miles from here."

"Does anyone live on it?"

"Most of it is a park, there is a small city named 
Avalon. I've been out there a couple of times." I 
searched the horizon to the left. "Look, if you look 
really carefully, you'll see another island, it's kind 
of low."

Megan stared, following where I was pointing. "Oh, 
yeah."

"That's San Clemente. The Navy owns it. They use 
it as a bombing range."

"Oh."

The sun was getting low, it would be setting behind 
Santa Catalina. The sky was beginning to turn a 
rose color. The sun in Megan's face made her look 
even more beautiful. With a sudden rush of love, I 
wrapped my arms around her and we kissed-the 
most romantic kiss I had ever had. She melted 
against me, I felt her breath and tasted her lips and 
mouth. I put my hand on the side of her head, 
pushing my fingers through her hair, I felt Megan 
sigh.

We broke apart. "God, I love you, Mike."

"I love you too, more than I thought I could love 
anyone."

We were silent for a minute, then she turned her 
back to me, I cradled her with my arms around her 
and we watched the ocean. A flight of pelicans, six 
of them, moved along the surface, inches above the 
water and only inches between their wingtips. As 
the line went up and down the waves, it bent with 
the shape of the water. After what seemed like an 
impossibly long glide, the lead climbed a foot. All 
the other's followed, then they flapped five or six 
times before gliding back down. They disappeared 
down the beach.

We walked back up the pier, holding hands. I 
bought a coke and we shared it as we headed home. 
The spell was broken when we reached PCH and 
had to run to avoid traffic. When we got home, I 
could smell the Lasagna in the oven and Mom was 
putting together garlic bread.

"Hon, would you make a salad?"

"Sure, Mom."

The dinner table conversation dealt mostly with the 
plans for the week. Mom had to work Monday and 
Tuesday, but would have the rest of the time off. It 
was decided that we would go the Disneyland the 
next day (Sunday), then Megan and I could spend 
the next two days on the beach. My brother, Steve, 
would be home from Sacramento on Tuesday night.

After dinner, Megan and I did the dishes, then went 
back down to the beach. It was dark and the 
temperature had dropped into the low 60's. The pier 
was lit up and a band was playing out near the end. 
We stayed on the beach, sitting in the sand on a 
blanket and listened to the music and the sound of 
the breakers. We talked about our schools and our 
teachers. I guess teachers are pretty much the same 
everywhere. She said her math teacher was crazy 
and the orchestra teacher (she was learning the cello) 
was a total bitch. As for me, I really liked my 
English teacher but didn't get along well with my 
coach in PE. He was the offensive coordinator and, 
because I didn't play football, I didn't count. Also, 
he didn't like surfers. (I once observed to him that 
Huntington Beach was the wrong place for someone 
who didn't like surfers and he ought to go back to 
Ohio or whatever. I was told to "park my kester" in 
the bleachers.)

I was sitting to her right, with my arm behind her. 
Megan was leaning back on it and my shoulder. I 
turned my head and nuzzled her hair, then we kissed. 
We lay back, Megan on her back, me half on top of 
her. Our tongues met and I lost track of time.

As we kissed, Megan pushed one of her legs under 
me, she had to have been able to feel my hard-on 
through my baggy pants and her jeans. She moved a 
little, just pushing her thigh against me, letting me 
know that she wanted to take up where we had been 
four months earlier. I moved my hand up to her 
chest, she had her windbreaker open, and felt the 
nickel size cone of her nipple. She let out a slow 
sigh. She wasn't wearing a bra (she must have taken 
it off in the bathroom before we left). She pushed 
more against me.

I broke our kiss and looked at her. "Go ahead," she 
said.

I leaned down again and we kissed again as I moved 
my hand down to the hem of her shirt, then back up 
under it to her nipple. As I moved my fingers, 
gently squeezing and rubbing her right nipple, she 
groaned quietly.

Next I felt her move her hand from my back, around 
my side, then start to push between us. I lifted 
slightly to accommodate her and her hand slid under 
the waist band of my pants and my briefs. She 
wrapped her hand around my tool, enveloping the 
head in her palm, wrapping her fingers around the 
shaft.

I lost all control and started to hump against her, she 
only gently pulled on my dick twice before I 
unloaded a rush of sperm into her hand, groaning.

Megan cracked up, laughing loudly. "God! I guess 
you've missed me," she laughed.

"Ohhhh.....I'm sorry," I panted.

Megan pulled her hand out from between us and 
inspected it in the dark, opening it and closing it, 
she really couldn't have seen it. "Wow, that's a lot," 
then, "You must be a real mess there," as she wiped 
her hand and wrist on the blanket. I rolled onto my 
back and pushed my hand down into my pants, 
trying to reposition myself. My stomach and crotch 
were slimy with cum. I also wiped my hand on the 
blanket.

Megan climbed on top of me, pushing her thigh 
between my legs and putting her elbows just above 
my collarbones. She kissed me. "Ya know, we don't 
have to worry about those stupid rubber thingies 
any more."

That got my interest. "Why?"

"About two weeks ago Mom took me to a clinic in 
Eu Claire. God, they talked for ever, but then they 
gave me a shot and now I can't get prego-at least 
not this month."

"Oh." I was dumbfounded. How cool could Darleen 
be? Then again, I connected, that's why I hadn't 
gotten any lectures from my mother.

Megan leaned down and kissed me again, a really 
sexy kiss. "I want a coke."

We got up and rolled up the blanket, walking back 
towards PCH. The goo in my crotch was a little 
cool and I was beginning to itch. Under a streetlamp 
I looked down, a wet stain was spread along the 
waist band of my pants. I pulled my shirt down to 
cover it. 

Megan giggled at me, "Everyone's going to know 
about us."

She had a diet Dr. Pepper while I had a Dew. We 
walked home.

When we got home, I was really looking forward to 
a shower, I was itching uncomfortably. I was in for 
a shock when I walked through the door. Mom was 
standing in the kitchen, looking at herself in the 
mirror over the sink. She was dressed in very short 
dress. It hand cowl sleeves and was green velour. 
She had on black high heel sandals. Her hair was in 
tight curls and she had on a gold chain necklace 
which matched the ankle bracelet. She was just 
finishing putting lipstick on.

"Darleen wants to see Hollywood Boulevard." She 
opened her purse and pulled out a ten. "If you want, 
go down to Blockbuster and get a DVD."

At that moment, Darleen came down the hall. She 
was also dressed to the nines and very sexy. "We're 
going out, dear," she said to Megan. "Don't wait 
up."

They both headed for the door, then Mom said, 
"Mike. Get those surf boards down and make your 
top bunk for Megan." 

The door closed and we looked at each other. "Do 
you want to get a movie?" she asked.

"Yeah. First, I need a shower."

Megan giggled as I headed down the hall.

My shorts were still damp and I was glad to get out 
of them. I started the shower and stepped in, closing 
the sliding glass door.

I was just getting wetted down when the door to the 
bathroom opened and Megan came in. She looked 
at me but didn't say a word. She stepped on the heel 
of one of her shoes and slipped out of it, then the 
other. Next she bent over and pulled one of her 
socks off, then the other. She stood up and faced me 
through the glass, looking intently straight into my 
eyes. She undid her belt, then the button on her 
jeans, then she unzipped the fly. Without ever 
breaking eye contact, she worked her pants down 
over her hips, then pushed them down and stepped 
out of them. Now she was wearing a red Badgers 
tee shirt and sky blue panties. She crossed her arms 
and grasped the hem of her shirt and, again without 
looking away, started pulling it up. First her navel, 
then her ribs, she pulled the shirt up over her head 
uncovering her flat chest. Her nipples had grown in 
diameter, she had no tan lines. She pulled the shirt 
free and dropped it, putting her hands at her side, 
she still looked at me with the same blank 
expression. Next she hooked her thumbs on the 
sides of her panties and worked them down, then 
dropped them to her feet. Now she was totally 
naked in front of me and she was a hundred times 
sexier than I had remembered.

Her hair barely reached her shoulders, the straight 
bangs made her forehead broad. Her brown eyes 
stared out under long eyelashes. Her nose is 
smallish and turns up slightly, her mouth is wide 
and lips full. She has a small chin. Her shoulders are 
just a little wider than normal. There was just the 
earliest swelling under her nipples, dark areoles 
with pea size nipples. Her stomach is flat and 
muscular below the ridges of her ribs. Her navel is a 
well formed oval above her white tummy. Her 
thighs are muscular, with some muscle definition, 
and where they meet her sex swells out slightly, a 
small rise half bisected by her slit. There was no 
hair to spoil the beauty, perfectly clean. The hood 
over her clit pushed out slightly between the lips.

She took my breath away, there was a dull ache 
behind my nuts.

She pulled the door open and stepped in under the 
shower, her hair now streaming with the water and 
sticking to her forehead and neck. She looked up at 
me, still a blank expression on her face. I wrapped 
my arms around her, my cock hard between us. We 
kissed. Then she broke the kiss and stepping back 
slightly, wrapped her hands around my dick. She 
leaned forward and kissed me just at the top of my 
solar plexus, where her mouth would normally hit 
me. Then she kissed me at the bottom of my solar 
plexus, then she leaned down and kissed me just 
above my navel, then she bent further and kissed the 
end of my penis.  My knees were weak as she bent 
over further and took me into her mouth, 
enveloping my head and sucking gently.

I reached down and gently lifted her head to kiss her 
again. My cock poked her just above the navel and 
she giggled, then looked around. "This is an awfully 
big tub, can we take a bath?"

The tub is a large "garden" tub, elliptical and deep, 
but there are no water jets, it's not a whirlpool. I 
turned around and closed the drain, then turned the 
diverter, the shower stopped and water splashed at 
our feet.

Megan sat down at my feet, her knees up, and 
leaned back. I had a wonderful view of her bald 
pussy, the lips pulled apart, her clit and the open 
inner lips. "Hey, get down her." She said.

I knelt down between her thighs, then leaned down. 
Megan got the idea and slid up, but there was just 
not enough room. She lifted up and sat on the edge 
of the tub and I was able to bury my face in her 
gorgeous preteen snatch. The water from the spout 
was spraying on my ass, running down my crack, 
over my asshole and down my balls. I licked up and 
down Megan's slit and she lifted her butt off the 
ledge slightly to give me better access. The water 
was rising, it was halfway up my thighs, as my ten-
year-old lover started to pant and groan with my 
oral assault on her cunt. I pushed my tongue into 
her vagina and she moaned, then I licked her clit, 
moving my tongue in circles around it, and she 
came, grunting and pushing herself against my face. 
She must have been really turned on because I took 
only a minute or two before she climaxed.

I rocked back, then sat down, reaching behind me to 
turn off the water. My dick stuck up out of the water. 
Megan stood up, straddling my legs, then shuffled 
forward and squatted down. She reached between 
her legs and guided my cock to her waiting pussy, 
the lips pulled apart. She lowered herself on my 
head and, at first, it only entered her a little.

"It's been a long time, I'm a little tight," she said.

She raised and lowered herself a couple of times, 
then bore down and my shaft slid deep into her 
hairless cunt. She froze, looking at me. We both 
held very still for several seconds, then Margo 
slowly blew out her breath and, closing her eyes, 
lifted up, then lowered herself. The feeling of her 
soft, smooth ten-year-old pussy was beyond 
description and all I could do was lay back and get 
lost in the sensation as I watched my cock sliding in 
and out between her little-girl cunt lips. Margo 
leaned forward, embracing me and we kissed deeply, 
fully coupled, fully one.

She came up for breath, sitting up. Then, with a grin, 
she took some liquid soap and squirted it on my 
chest, then leaned back against me. Now it was our 
entire bodies making love. Everywhere we touched 
became an erogenous zone as we slid against each 
other. I could feel her hard nipples moving along 
my chest, our bellies sliding against each other, my 
cock sliding inside her. With the soap, I ran my 
hands along her back, massaging the supple muscles 
under her smooth skin.

With a mutual groan we both climaxed. I pumped 
her preteen womb full of sperm as her vagina 
shivered with orgasm. The crescendo seemed to last 
forever as we rocked each other.

"OHhhh,...God," she called as she convulsed, 
arching her back and throwing her head back. The 
muscles on the inside of my thighs cramped as it 
seemed every possible bit of energy in my body was 
concentrated on shooting my ejaculate inside my 
lover. I stopped breathing and felt dizzy as we sank 
down in release, both panting, both exhausted.

We lay, still coupled, in the warm water for several 
minutes until we came to. I kissed her ear and she 
kissed my neck. "You're wonderful," I said. "I love 
you so much," she responded.

We spent the next half an hour playing in the tub. I 
ran more water to warm it up. She told me I needed 
to shave when she scrubbed my armpits, I told her 
"Don't go there," and laughed when she fingered 
my asshole with a soapy hand. She warned me not 
to get soap up inside her pussy as it would sting. I 
used the hand sprayer to rinse shampoo out of her 
hair.

We were so spent that, after we got out, we dried 
each other and simply went and crawled into my 
bed, leaving the surfboards on top. We just cuddled 
up, naked and warm, and fell asleep. It was a few 
hours later that I heard the front door open and 
Mom and Darleen whispering. When they looked in 
on us, I watched them through slitted eyes.

"They make such a cute couple, like puppies 
cuddled up," Darleen said.

"Yeah, more than kissin' cousins," replied Mom.

Darleen put her arms around my mothers neck and 
whispered something in her ear, to which Mom said, 
"Well, we're more than kissin' sisters, I guess." 
Then they turned toward each other and hugged, 
then they kissed, a deep kiss. Next there were some 
giggles and they went down the hall.

A little later I woke up when I heard my mother 
moan and Darleen laugh. It was a few days before I 
realized what was really going on.

In the morning, I woke up when I heard the 
bathroom door down the hall close. The sun wasn't 
up yet, but it was light outside. I had an enormous 
morning hard-on. The toilet flushed and then Margo 
came back in and closed the door. She was naked.

I had been stroking myself, there was an obvious 
tent in the sheet. Margo walked up and pulled the 
sheet back, then giggled, "Well, you're happy to see 
me!"

"Oh yeah," I said.

Then she climbed onto the bed and knelt next to me. 
She grabbed my cock and stroked it twice before 
taking it into her mouth. She sucked and slurped 
around me as she bobbed up and down. Her warm 
wetness, the feeling of roughness from her tongue, 
her teeth slightly scrapping me was intoxicating. 
Twice she deep throated me, pushing her nose into 
the sparse dark curls at the base of my cock. Just 
before I came, she pulled my cock out of her mouth, 
but stroked me with both hands. Margo was looking 
at me when my first shot of morning cum sprayed 
across her face.

"Oh!" she said and, opening her mouth to take me 
again, I shot another rope of white slime through 
her lips and onto her tongue. Then she enveloped 
me as I finished emptying my sack into her mouth. 
White goo leaked out around her lips, she was 
breathing hard through her nose and this made a 
string of cum stretching from her hand to her 
eyebrow blow back and fourth before a wad of it 
disappeared up into her nose, only to be shot out 
again. She let my dong slide out of her mouth and 
showed me all the jiz I had filled her with. There 
was a pool on her tongue and more in the crevices 
around her tongue. Her face was wet with it and a 
large drop filled one of her nostrils, more strung 
across her eye. She closed her mouth and 
swallowed.

Then the door opened. We must have made quite a 
sight for my mother. The first thing she saw was 
Margo's ass sticking up in the air. Then she saw 
Margo, her face and hands (which were wrapped 
around my cock) covered with semen.

Mom stopped, her mouth agape, then, without 
saying a word, she stepped back and closed the door. 
Margo turned to me and laughed silently, I'm sure 
she was thinking about how she must have looked 
to my mom. Then she slid forward, smearing my 
cum off her face onto my chest as she moved. We 
kissed and laughed quietly.

I desperately needed to piss. A couple of minutes 
later, I got out of bed and looked out the door-all 
clear. I crept to the bathroom and emptied my 
bladder. I wiped the drying cum off of me with a 
towel, then headed back to my room. Darleen came 
out of my mother's room and stopped, looking at 
me. She was wearing a robe, I was naked. "Well, I 
can see why Margo likes you so much," she said as 
she brushed past.

I crawled back in bed with Margo and we cuddled 
for a few minutes before my mother opened the 
door again and stuck her head in. "If you two can 
come up for air, I'm making breakfast." Then to 
Margo: "you might want some tea to wash down 
your...ah...breakfast, dear."

We spent that day at Disneyland. It being a school 
holiday, it was really crowded but, because Mom 
and I know the place so well, we were able to eat at 
an out of the way place were there wasn't much of a 
line and, knowing how the crowd behaved, we were 
able to avoid standing in line too long. We had to 
give up on "Space Mountain" but "The Haunted 
House" wasn't too much of a wait. Margo attacked 
me in "It's a Small World" and we got more than a 
few curious looks, it's not often you see a 14 and 10 
year old making out. Margo said that she liked 
"Bear Country Jamboree" most. That evening we 
sat on a blanket and watched the sun set behind the 
islands.

At dinner, Margo talked her mom into letting me 
teach her how to surf and, after the dishes were 
done, we all went down to the surf shops looking 
for a wet suit. Margo eventually chose a black one 
with hot pink accents on the sides, running from her 
ankles to her armpits. It clung to her skin-very 
sexy.

That night, once in bed, I licked her to a shuddering 
orgasm before moving up and taking her missionary 
style. Margo wrapped her legs around me as we 
gently rocked. Then, we rolled onto our sides, 
facing each other. Margo had one leg over my hip 
as we snuggled and kissed, still making love. I 
watched her face as she came, eyes closed, mouth 
parted, chin up, then she watched me as I filled her 
with semen. We stayed cuddled like that and fell 
asleep.

We were in the surf by nine the next morning and, 
by noon, Margo had had her first full ride standing 
up, from catching the wave out on the surf line until 
she could step off the board in ankle deep water. 
She is really very good.

We grabbed hotdogs on the pier and went back 
down to the sand to eat. That's when Darleen joined 
us. She pulled off her shirt and pants to revel a 
really sexy red bikini. She spent the afternoon on 
the beach watching us and reading. A couple of 
times she was on her feet after one of us wiped out. 
It was around 3 when we all headed home.

Margo showered first (Darleen used my mom's 
shower) and came out into the kitchen wrapped in a 
towel. I was putting together a snack of pepperoni 
and crackers, washing it down with coke. We sat on 
the balcony and fed each other, giggling about the 
crummy mess. Margo didn't move to cover herself 
back up when her towel fell open, even though 
anyone who looked up from the street could have 
seen her (we were on the third floor, however). I 
was still in my wet suit.

"My God, Margo, do you want the whole world to 
know what your cousin loves about you?" Darleen 
came out through the glass doors.

"Oh, Mom. Don't be such a prude. We're in 
California anyway."

Across the street, below us, my mother worked the 
minivan into a parking space.

"Hey, Mom's home," I said. She got out of the van 
and locked the door. 

Margo jumped up and went to the railing, "Hi 
Aunty Janet!" she yelled down and waved. 

Mom looked up and stopped.

At this, Darleen cracked up, then slapped Margo's 
naked butt, "Get your little ass in there before you 
get us all arrested you indecent little child!"

Margo giggled and ran past me into the apartment.

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just went in. Margo 
had disappeared into my room and was dressing 
when I came in, "Like the show."

"Oh yeah."

I grabbed some clothes. "My turn in the shower."

I heard the front door opening as I got to the 
bathroom.

We went out to dinner that night, then window 
shopping at a local mall. Darleen refused to buy 
Margo any clothes, there wasn't much that would 
work in Wisconsin when they got back. When we 
got back to the apartment we watched some TV. 
That's when things started to get a little 
uncomfortable. I guess Margo and I felt weird 
running off to bed together with our parents there, 
but then, it seemed that Mom and Darleen were 
waiting for something. Finally, about 10:30, 
Darleen said, "Bed time for you," to Margo and she 
went off to the bathroom to brush her teeth. About 
five minutes after I had heard my door close, I 
followed her.

That night, for the first time, I experienced 69. I slid 
between the sheets with Margo, her warm and 
smooth body was so nice against me. We cuddled 
and kissed for several minutes, even though my 
cock was rock hard between us. Margo was laying 
on top of me, her hips off to one side, as she first 
kissed my chin, then my throat, on each side, then 
my collar bones then each of my pecs, about two 
inches above my nipples. A shot went through me, 
almost painful, when she sucked on my nipples and 
I writhed under her. Next she kissed my solar 
plexus, then just below it on my stomach, then half 
way between there and my navel. The head of my 
cock had to be against her neck when she stuck her 
tongue into my belly button, the feeling was such a 
mix of tickling and pleasure that I had to push her 
away. She giggled, then shoved my dick into her 
mouth to the back of her throat. All I could do was 
groan.

I had left my desk lamp on, so I could watch her as 
she pushed my cock into her mouth, then pulled 
back. She licked my balls, then up the full length of 
my cock. She was straddling my right leg and was 
humping my shin, I could feel the smoothness of 
her pussy and the beginning of wetness as she 
looked me in the eye and then bit my cock head.

"Owww!"

Margo giggled, then sucked me in. Then she started 
moving up and down on my schlong in earnest, 
breathing hard through her nose as she sucked hard 
on my tool. She was also humping hard against my 
leg.

She pulled out and looked at me, breathing hard, 
"Can you lick me while I suck you?"

We were quickly turned around, I had her pussy 
pushing down on my face as she deep throated me. 
Her little hairless pussy was so smooth to my 
tongue as I first licked, then sucked her clit. Once, 
when she deep throated me, I pushed my tongue 
into her vagina.

I had my hands on her thighs, then I reached up and 
pushed a finger inside of her. She pulled me out of 
her mouth and groaned, stroking me in time to my 
finger-fucking her lovely snatch. Then she took me 
back into her mouth as she pushed down on my face, 
crushing my head between her preteen pussy and 
the pillow. Again, I pushed my finger into her, but 
this time I used two and I worked my mouth up to 
her pussy also and ran my tongue around her stiff 
clit.

"OHHHhhhhhh." I felt her pussy shiver against my 
fingers and a rush of wet as she came, pushing back 
against me. Her orgasm vibrated through her, I felt 
her breaking out in a sweat as she grunted and 
pushed against me.

When it had subsided, she redoubled her efforts on 
my cock, repeatedly deep throating me while 
massaging my balls. My cock was deep inside her 
when I first blew my jez. She pulled back and held 
my head in her mouth as I fired more cum, I could 
feel her throat contracting as she swallowed my 
load. She didn't allow any to escape and, after I had 
totally emptied my nuts into her, she sank down on 
me, stretching her legs out. My head was cuddled 
between her thighs, my mouth was still on her pussy. 
Margo lay her head on my hip, my sinking dick still 
cradled in her mouth, she breathed around it.

We lay like that for quite a while and our breathing 
slowed. Later, Margo turned around. I remember 
kissing her and the slight taste of my semen. We 
both fell asleep and didn't wake until the front door 
closed when my mother left for work in the 
morning.

We spent that day in the surf also and had a great 
time. I saw several of my friends from school, a 
couple were surfing with us, and introduced them 
all to Margo. About 2 we went home.

I recognized my brother's Honda on the street 
before we went in, he was sitting in the living room 
talking to Doreen when we came through the door.

"Hey Mike, how's it goin'. Hi ya Margo, haven't 
see you for a couple of years." We exchanged 
pleasantries while Margo and I found a snack, then 
Margo went to shower.

"How's she doing on a board?" Steve asked.

"She's really good, just two days and you wouldn't 
know it."

We were sitting at the bar, so Steve could see down 
the hall over my shoulder. When I heard the 
bathroom door open, I turned around and followed 
his eyes. Margo came out wrapped in a towel and 
went into my room. We continued talking, then 
Steve looked a little surprised when Margo came 
out of my room and into the living room. I realized 
that he had just realized that she had dressed in my 
room.

"My turn," I said.

"Let me use the bathroom before you get in there."  
I watch as Steve went down the hall. He stopped for 
a moment and glanced in my room, then went on 
and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Margo came up to me and put her arms around my 
neck and we kissed, just a friendly peck. The door 
down the hall opened and Doreen looked up from 
her book. Steve gave me a very curious look as we 
passed in the hall.

That evening, Mom took us all out to dinner and, 
afterwards, dropped Steve and I off at the apartment 
as the "girls" wanted to go shopping. Things were 
kind of awkwardly quiet between Steve and I as we 
went up to the apartment.

Once inside, he raided the fridge for a beer, I turned 
it down-Mom doesn't feel comfortable about me 
drinking and I really don't like the stuff that much.

"Ok, Mikey, what's up with you and Margo?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you two look pretty friendly and Mom said 
I'm sleeping in my room. I thought Margo would be 
in there."

"No, she's bunking with me."

"Ah." He paused for a few moments, the music 
video droned on. "Ya know, you look kind of silly 
hanging on a ten-year-old."

"I don't care," I said. I really couldn't help but 
smile some.

"What the fuck! Are you fucking her?!"

"Go to HELL!"

"Jesus Christ Mike! She's just....holy shit, she's a 
kid!"

"I don't give a FUCK what you think!....and neither 
does she. So....just Fuck yourself!"

"Does Mom know?"

"Jesus man, Mom put us together. Doreen got her 
some sort of shot."

My brother was silent for a few moments as he tried 
to digest this.

"Damn Mike-she's a little girl... She doesn't even 
have any tits yet."

I jumped at him and landed a punch on the side of 
his head. He was sitting on one of the bar stools and 
pushed me off, landing me on my ass. He stood 
over me, fists clenched, breathing hard. There was 
no question in either of our minds that he could 
pummel me, he was still quite a bit bigger. We 
hadn't had a fight in years.

In that position, we both calmed down. He sat back 
down. "I'm sorry, that was a jack-ass thing for me 
to say. I'm sorry."

I lay on the floor, glowering at him as his face 
calmed, then a look of awe came over it.

"Jesus, Mike. You're in love with her, aren't you?"

This made me calm down too. After a pause I sat up, 
"Yeah....and she loves me too."

"How...." he paused, "you two have 
been.....sleeping together since you went out there 
this summer."

"Yeah."

"That explains all the e-mail and cards," he said. 
We were quiet for a few moments, I stood up and 
went to the fridge-now I wanted that beer. 
"Mom's cool with this?"

"Yeah."

He was quiet again for a while as I twisted the top 
off the beer and took a swig. "Well, ok." Over the 
next couple of hours, we almost killed the six pack 
between us, I had two,  Steve had three.

When Mom came in, she looked at the empties on 
the coffee table, then at the bruise on Steve's cheek. 
She didn't say anything.

Margo came in and sat down next to me and took 
my hand. I pulled her on to my lap and kissed her. 
"Look what Mom bought me." She held up her hair 
to show me new ear rings. They were little silver 
surfers.

That night, in the morning, and again on 
Thanksgiving night, we made love quietly and 
slowly in my bed. The morning after Thanksgiving, 
I woke up with Margo laying on top of me, her head 
tucked under my chin. She had awoken me a few 
hours earlier and we had made love with her on top. 
Now the sun was up and, amazingly, my cock was 
still inside her. When I moved, there was an 
uncomfortable pulling, we were glued together. I 
lay still but, the thought of my sleeping for hours 
inside her, along with the warmth and softness of 
her against me, made my dick start to harden up 
again.

I started to move slightly, just a little bit back and 
forth. I was held firm inside her but I continued to 
grow. Deep in her preteen vagina, my head broke 
free and started to move, but my shaft was still 
glued to her lips. Margo shifted some, making some 
noises in her sleep, turned her head to the other side. 
I froze when she started to move. She started to 
snore quietly.

Again, I started moving inside her. I was amazed 
that she didn't wake up, then again, maybe she did 
and just feigned sleep. If she did wake up, she never 
admitted it, even when I asked her later that 
morning. I kept as quiet as I could, and moved as 
little as I could. My efforts to remain quiet caused 
me to have a unique and intense orgasm. My shaft 
never broke free from her tiny lips, but I pumped 
my sperm into her, filling the top of her vagina and, 
I am sure, pushing through the tiny opening into her 
womb. As my pulse slowed, I fell back asleep.

It was probably just a couple of minutes before 
Margo woke me up by kissing my neck. 

"Ummm, good morning," she said.

We kissed, ignoring each other's morning breath. 
We wrapped our tongues around each other and 
cuddled close.

"I can't believe you're still in me," she said when 
she tried to lift up. The glue broke, "Oweee."

She rolled off to the side and pulled the covers off 
us, looking at my dick. My hair was matted and 
white with dried cum, but a pool was around my 
dickhead. Margo rolled onto her back, then reached 
down and felt herself. She hissed. "I think I'm 
going to be sore."

The door opened and I saw my brother's jaw drop 
open. He had to have a wonderful site of Margo's 
pussy, fully open for him to see. He closed it, then 
called from outside, "We have to get moving if 
were going to get to the party in Santa Barbara.

About an hour later, we were on the 405, heading 
north. Traffic was, as usual, stop-and-go. At the 
Ventura Freeway, we headed west, then got dumped 
on PCH, US 101. The drive up to Santa Barbara 
took about four hours, so it was lunch time when we 
arrived at Steve's girlfriend's house. The house is 
large, the front overlooks the ocean over the 
rooftops of other houses, a section of the city, and 
PCH. We were introduced to Monica, Steve's girl, 
and her brother, Bruce. Their parents were out. 
Most of the afternoon was spent sitting around the 
back yard, playing some badminton, and watching 
ESPN. The party was due to start around 6 at a 
"friend's house." We were going to spend the night 
at Monica's but, a little suspiciously; we had not 
been shown to rooms where we would sleep. Also, I 
had caught a bit of a conversation between Steve 
and Monica where I think she was objecting to his 
bringing Margo:

In a whispered voice (they didn't know I could hear) 
"I know, Mike's cool but,....that little girl?" Monica 
said.

"Don't worry, she's ok. It'll be alright." Steve said. 
Then the saw me and shut up, looking 
uncomfortable.

At about 5, the four of us piled into Steve's car and 
headed into the mountains. At about 6:30 we 
stopped at a McDonald's. Monica treated Margo in 
the condescending way that college girls treat grade 
schoolers (she had treated me the same at first, a 
few months ago) but warmed up to her as they got 
to talk more. It was 7:30 and dark when we pulled 
up in front of an old farmhouse.

There were about 10 cars and loud music was 
bumping from the house. We got out and walked up 
the stairs and across a veranda. Steve pushed the 
doorbell. The door was opened by a fellow, maybe 
in his early forties. He was fat, had a full grey beard 
and his hair (what remained below a pink scalp) 
went down to his shoulders.

"Hi Steve," he was holding a beer, "glad you could 
make it."

"Hi Dr. Roth, how was your Thanksgiving?"

"Oh, fine. Call me Phil, here. Who are your 
friends?"

"You know Monica, this is my brother, Mike (I told 
you about him) and this is my cousin, Margo." He 
paused. "Dr. Roth is my Bio-Chem professor."

He gave Margo a long look, then, "Well, come on 
in, the parties started without you."

The house was huge and the party was spread 
across all the rooms on the first floor and out into 
the back yard. I quickly snagged a beer from one of 
the many ice chests scattered about, Margo got a 
wine cooler, "Do you think it's all right?"

As the party went on, we played some fussball, I 
drank a couple more beers and Margo had at least 
one more cooler. There was a hot tub and a heated 
pool in the back, it wasn't long before it was full of 
naked people.

"Let's get in," I said.

Margo looked a little uncomfortable, "I don't 
know," she said.

"Oh, don't worry, it'll be fun. Like when we swam 
at the quarry."

With a smile, she pulled her top off, then stepped 
out of her jeans and shoes. As soon as she was 
stripped, she ran and dove into the water. I followed 
her as soon as I could. It was not too long after that 
we were in the hot tub with Steve, Monica, and a 
couple of other people, two girls and a guy.

By now it was getting late, after 11, and a lot of 
people had left. "If you're wondering, we'll be 
spending the night here. That was always the plan," 
Steve told us.

I nodded my assent through a beer and pulled 
Margo onto my lap, she sank against me, holding a 
long stem wine glass. The talk was mostly about the 
University, different classes and professors, we just 
listened.

After about 15 minutes, Margo had to "Answer the 
call" and climbed out. She didn't notice, but 
everyone's eyes followed her as she walked across 
the patio and into the house. When she was through 
the door, she stopped, realizing that she was naked 
and walking into a room full of clothed people, but 
then she shrugged and went on. A couple of minutes 
later she came back out and dropped into the tub, 
kissing me as she settled in next to me.

A little later, Phil came out of the house. He had 
been swimming earlier, so all he had was a towel 
over his neck and a small wooden box he was 
carrying. As I said earlier, he was fat, his white 
belly was covered with a lot of dark hair, the hair on 
his chest was mostly grey. He had a thick but short 
dick under an overhanging belly and between fat 
thighs.  He was uncircumcised. The next day, I 
would have to explain the nature of that little bit of 
male anatomy to Margo.

Settling into the tub, he floated the box on a 
Styrofoam board, then asked Margo and I, "You 
two don't mind if we partake in a little herb?" He 
had a high, soft voice, much in character with his 
looks.

"Alright if I share?" I said.

He looked at my brother who nodded. "Of course." 
Then to Margo, "Have you ever done this before?"

Margo giggled (she was a little giddy), "No."

"Well, you're welcome to try, young lady. Just 
remember that, tonight, you're a grown up and you 
must keep secrets like a grown up." He paused as he 
opened the box and took out a bong, a lighter, then 
two bags, one had pot, the other was about half full 
of chunks of a greenish-brown plant.

Phil held it up for everyone to see. "This, my 
friends, is Chaute, a cactus not unlike peyote. It is 
used as a sacred libation by many of the Indians of 
Central Mexico. The scientific name is Ariocarpus 
Fissuratus. Some also call it Sunami, which is 
strange because it grows in the desert and far from 
Japan or tidal waves."

He lifted a chunk of it out of the bag, then ground it 
between his thumb and forefinger, the course brown 
powder fell into the bong. "Now, young lady," 
addressing Margo, "I see that you have wine there. 
May I use some?" Margo handed her glass across to 
him.

As he poured the red wine into the bong, he 
continued, "I have found that, if it is dissolved in a 
water pipe, then used as filter for some high quality 
grass, it provides one with a most extraordinary, but 
mellow, experience." He began packing the bowl 
with pot, then, again, he addressed Margo.

"Have you ever smoked before, young lady?"

"Nooo...." Margo answered, obviously feeling a 
little uncomfortable.

"Well, don't feel that you have to, but if you do, go 
slow, don't inhale a lot at first. It will burn your 
throat and lungs." He lifted the pipe, then lit it while 
taking several strong, short puffs. His head was 
surrounded by a cloud of smoke when he pulled it 
away and handed it to Monica. He was holding his 
breath, his eyes were watering. While she took a 
much less vigorous hit, he exhaled, then coughed 
slightly.

"I discovered this cactus two years ago while 
traveling in Mexico researching a unique strain of 
whopping cough among the Indians there. I have 
made it the object of some private research ever 
since." He took the bong back from Steve and 
refilled the bowl as he talked.

Next it went to one of the girls who was sitting 
between Steve and I, she gingerly inhaled the 
smoke, then passed it to her girlfriend, next to me. 
Jill was less demure and took two long, hard hits 
before handing it back to Phil for reloading.

"Dear, it seems we need a full reload," he said. 
Then looking at Margo, "Could I impose on you to 
go get the bottle you've been filling your glass 
from?"

Margo climbed out of the tub, again all eyes were 
on her, as she crossed to patio to a table and 
returned with the dark bottle. As she dropped back 
into the tub, handing the bottle to Phil, he 
commented to a guy next to him, "I do believe that 
the most exquisite example of the human form is 
the immature female."

He threw the contains of the bong over his shoulder 
into the grass, then poured wine into the body. This 
time he ground two cuttings from the cactus into the 
wine, then refilled the bowl. He sat up, sliding 
forward to hand the bong to Margo.

"Do you wish to partake?"

Margo took the pipe, then looked at me. "You first."

I held the bong while Phil held the lighter. The pot, 
filtered through the red wine, was actually very 
smooth, it just tickled my throat a little as I filled 
my lungs. I held the thick smoke for as long as I 
could, then blew it out. I held it up for Margo, 
"Here, just take a little. First breathe in a small 
breath, then put your mouth on it and slowly breathe 
in. Hold your breath for as long as you can."

We all watched her as she took her hit, she held the 
bong away and jerked a couple of times as she 
stifled a cough. Her eyes were running when she 
exhaled. I was surprised to see that her tears were a 
very pretty azure blue. She handed the bong back to 
Phil. He relit the pipe and took another enormous 
hit.

Margo leaned back against me, as she did, our 
bodies merged, her leg, across my thigh, became 
my leg, I could feel her heart beating in my chest, 
when her head pushed against my shoulder, the 
back of it sank into me. Then, I noticed that, in the 
woods behind the house, there were thousands of 
fireflies, each its own unique color, flying around. I 
put my arm across her chest and I could feel her 
heart beating in my hand.

The bong got back to us and Margo took a stronger 
hit this time, then handed it to me. As I took another 
dose, she lay her face on my chest and I felt as she 
melded in, then kissed my heart. The feeling of her 
lips against my heart was both exhilarating and 
scary-I'm sure that if she had chosen to bite it, she 
would have killed me. But then, I could feel what 
my heart felt like against her lips, so smooth, but 
strong, I could feel how she loved it and knew that 
there was no way she would hurt me.

She lifted up and we kissed. I blew the smoke out, 
into her lungs and felt them fill. Then she took the 
bong and inhaled deeply, finishing off the last of the 
weed in the bowl. I watched as the smoke filled her 
lungs, then spread through her body. She turned 
around and we watched the fireflies mix with the 
stars as the bubbles in the tub popped out new 
fireflies to join the stars.

Over the next while the pipe made a couple of more 
rounds. I took one more dose while Margo took two. 
Through the clouds of fireflies, I saw that Monica 
was on Steve's lap, facing away from him, moving 
up and down with a serine expression in her face. 
Next to me, Jill was sitting on the edge of the tub 
while the other girl was kneeling in front of her, 
tongueing her neatly trimmed blond bush.

Margo seemed to float up in front of me, then lower 
down and we merged, my cock sliding deep inside 
her. I looked down, it seemed that the water was 
perfectly clear and smooth, I could see with extreme 
clarity as her hairless preteen lips parted and 
admitted me into her sex. With her hands on my 
shoulders, she lifted, then lowered, I was not able to 
look anywhere other than at her as we fucked.

She must have cum three times as I watched, each 
time a red wave, starting at the meeting of our loins, 
would wash up and over her, even traveling out her 
hair to escape into space as small red flashes. Then I 
became aware of someone else. It was Phil, he was 
standing next to us, offering is thick cock to Margo.

She turned her head and took him deep into her 
mouth, as she slid him into her, her forehead 
pressed against his round belly. She stopped moving 
on me as she concentrated on our hosts' manhood, 
sucking him in and out of her face as he started to 
hump against her.

I heard a groan next to me and turned to see Jill 
kissing the other girl in a wet open mouthed way 
while the last fellow in the tub slammed his cock 
into Jill's ass, sinking a long, thin cock into her anus. 
I watched until Phil grunted and stated to pump 
gobs of his thick, white cum into my girlfriend's 
mouth. Margo swallowed the old man's jez hungrily 
while small droplets of white goo appeared at the 
corners of her mouth. He pulled her head back and 
looked down into her face, her mouth was open as 
she stared up, showing him her cum filled mouth. 
He hung his cock over her mouth and milked the 
last few stringy drops of semen into her, then she 
licked the bottom of his dick, cleaning it completely.

"My dear," he said, "later, if your boyfriend 
consents, I would like to fuck you properly. I've 
never had a child before (at least, not a young girl) 
I'm sure it's a most extraordinary experience." He 
then turned and walked to the fellow who was about 
to empty his load into Jill's ass and offered him his 
cock, which was greedily accepted.

Before he could empty his sack into the blonde's 
ass, the other girl pushed Jill away and sucked the 
shit-stained dick into her throat. Jill sat on the edge 
of the pool and masturbated as she watched the boy 
unload into her lover's mouth while sucking her 
professors cock. Meanwhile, Steve and Monica 
were doing a sixty-nine on the deck opposite me 
while Margo, again, turned her attention to me.

Again, with complete clarity, I could see my dick 
sliding in and out of her. Then, my vision passed 
through her and I could see my cock, deep in her 
vagina, moving up and down, pushing against her 
cervix, then withdrawing, only to slide back up to 
the top. A red glow started to develop around my 
cock as her orgasm (probably the tenth that evening) 
started to build. Meanwhile, I could see my cum, a 
blue churning mass, building behind my cock. As 
her red orgasm pulsated, building deeper and 
stronger, spreading to her belly and down the 
insides of her thighs, my blue semen grew a deeper 
color, then, suddenly, contracted to a single 
dazzling blue point only to explode up my cock 
which I drove hard against the top of her sex. As a 
tidal wave of red washed up Margo's trunk, down 
her legs, and out her arms, my blue semen flooded 
into her, pushing through the small opening and into 
her walnut sized womb, then to flow out the arches 
of her tubes to concentrate around the twin almond 
shaped ovaries. I pumped more blue semen into her 
which overfilled her little-girl sex, some floating off 
in the currents of the water, while more moved 
through her womb and into her belly. As the last of 
her red orgasm popped off the ends of her hair, little 
sparks escaping into space, my jez dissipated into a 
soft blue glow which filled her abdomen, becoming 
darker where my cock lay, still sheathed inside her.

I really don't remember much from the next couple 
of hours except that we moved inside. Then, Margo 
was spread on a low table where she was the focal 
point of everyone's attention. I remember watching 
Phil holding her ankles spread wide as he pushed 
his short, fat dick inside Margo's hairless cunt. 
Meanwhile, my brother, Steve, was on the other end 
of the table, where Margo's head hung off the edge, 
pushing his cock into her mouth and down her 
throat. Monica was kneeling next to the table, 
alternately licking Margo's bud nipples, then her 
pussy while I fucked Monica's ass. There was 
someone else, a blonde girl with a shaved pussy, 
videotaping the scene.

I could see that Margo was experiencing an almost 
constant orgasm as she writhed on the table. We all 
built to a momentous climax; first, Steve pulled his 
cock out of Margo's mouth and began to spray jez 
into her face, mouth and across her chin and throat. 
At the same time, Phil pulled out and shot thick 
ropes of cum across the ten-year-old's pussy and 
belly. I stood above her and fired my load onto my 
lover's chest.

As soon as the three of us had emptied our balls all 
over her, Monica started to lick the mixed cum off 
of Margo. Then the other girl joined in, frenching 
Margo's cum filled mouth while Monica lapped 
Phil's semen off of her pussy. Margo lay on the 
table panting, slowly recovering from the multiple 
fuck she had just experienced. Her skin was bright 
pink and flush with sweat. She was also covered 
with ropes and splashes of sperm. Her flat chest 
heaved as she recovered her breath.

"Quite an experience child," Phil said to her as he 
sat her up to face him. She kissed the older man, 
leaving some of my brother's semen in his beard. 
Phil looked at me, "Why don't you take your lovely 
little lover outside and wash her off in the tub. Then, 
you can stay in any of the bedrooms upstairs. I 
remember carrying her out to the hot tub. We sat 
and watched as two guys alternately gave each other 
blow jobs, first one sitting on the edge of the pool, 
then the other, standing, with the other kneeling in 
the water.

It must have been an effect of the drugs, but my 
cock was still rock hard and Margo hissed with pain 
when I tried to enter her again, but then, she turned 
around and sat down in me, taking my cock into her 
ass for the first time. I packed her behind and 
fingered her pussy as we watched the first guy 
spuge, then the second fellow blew his load at the 
same time that I came in Margo's ass. In the 
morning, when we woke in a strange room, my 
cock was still held in her anus.

Strangely, there was no hang over what so ever. It 
was 9:00 and we both felt wonderful. After I had 
pissed and washed a brown ring off the base of my 
cock, I went back to bed where Margo waited. We 
fucked again, this time with her on top, until my 
brother stuck his head through the door and told us 
breakfast was ready.

On the drive home, we talked some quietly in the 
back seat. Neither of up felt bad about what we had 
done the night before, but we agreed that we would 
never do it again. A little later, the four of us talked. 
Monica said that I was the first guy ever to put is 
dick up her ass, so I guess I popped two butt 
cherries that night. Steve told Margo I thought she 
was sexy (but not as sexy as Monica).

That night we spent hours making love, knowing 
that it would be weeks before we saw each other 
again. Margo cried a little, saying she would miss 
me terribly. I had to wipe away a couple of tears as 
I watched her and Dora enter security the next 
morning. I would be counting the hours until I saw 
her again at Christmas.

 


