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The More, the Merrier	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 21859 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Phineas and Ferb or its characters. I made no money from writing this story. No yoga class I've ever taken turned out like this.

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Chapter 2
Wasting no time, Adyson seized Gretchen and kissed her. It was no preliminary peck, but an open-mouthed, full-on soul kiss, with Adyson’s tongue invading Gretchen’s mouth immediately and deeply. Adyson continued her oral assault even as she forced Gretchen to her knees on her yoga mat. Then, abruptly, Adyson pulled away and gazed commandingly down at the kneeling Gretchen.
“Strip,” Adyson demanded. “Slowly.”
Looking up at Adyson, Gretchen grasped the hem of her white tank top and pulled the garment slowly up and off. She felt her face growing warm, and she knew it wasn’t just the incense; deep down, she loved being forced to expose her body like this, especially to Adyson’s eager eyes.
“Push out your chest,” Adyson said. “Really show off those little pink nips.”
Gretchen thrust her chest forward as her tank top fell to the floor behind her. She felt her nipples grow stiff, as though they wanted to make themselves even more visible.
Adyson licked her lips and said, “Good girl. You’d better get used to this; once you get your tits, I’m gonna make you flash ‘em all over town.”
Gretchen began to breathe a little harder as she imagined herself as a teenager with full, perky breasts. She was riding in the passenger’s seat of Adyson’s convertible, wearing a loose thin-cotton crop top and no bra so that, at Adyson’s command, Gretchen could flash her tits at truckers, or carloads of college boys.
“Now,” Adyson said, “get into bitch position and take off those hot pants.”
“Bitch position” meant getting down on all fours, facing away from Adyson, and lowering her head to the surface of her yoga mat. Gretchen did this, then reached back and began slowly pulling down her tight Lycra shorts.
“Mmmmm,” Adyson said hungrily as Gretchen’s small white ass came into view like a rising moon. “That’s how I like it. Now show me that little pink asshole. It’s your best feature, after all.”
Gretchen continued to slowly pull down her tight pink shorts and thin white undies, revealing her pink anus and then her puffy little-girl pussy. Exposing herself like this gave her a deeply erotic sense of vulnerability, as though at any moment, someone could just come up and rape her from behind, in either or both of her holes. And Adyson would do nothing to stop it; in fact, it would probably be Adyson’s idea.
Adyson seemed to be thinking along similar lines, because she said, “Hmm, I wonder what’s gonna go into those sweet little holes today? Whatever it is, it’s gonna go in deep…and hard.”
Gretchen shuddered—and began to get wet.
***
Jenny had already been aroused from the incense, and the sight of Adyson forcefully soul-kissing Gretchen had made Jenny start to feel hot between her legs. So the teenager looked around for a partner, or maybe two or three.
She first looked to Midas—the big golden retriever was definitely one of her favorite sex partners—but he was asleep in a corner. For whatever reason, the incense always had a soporific effect on the dog initially. But he would awaken later, at which point he would be as horny as any of the humans in the room.
Dr. Hirano caught Jenny’s eye. The mother-of-two was sitting with Pedro in a corner of the room, both of them watching Stacy and Coltrane make out and touch each other.
“Jenny,” the woman said, “come join us. Coltrane is going to fuck Stacy; I thought we could watch while we teach young Pedro here how to please a woman.”
“That sounds great,” Jenny replied.
She brought her yoga mat over and sat down next to Pedro so that he was between her and Dr. Hirano.
“Now,” Dr. Hirano said, “let’s undress so that Pedro can learn about the female body.”
“Wow,” said Pedro.
***
At eleven years old, Pedro had the beginnings of sexual desire. But he had little knowledge of sex, and absolutely zero experience. He’d never so much as held a girl’s hand. But now it was clear that he was about to take a wild ride up a very steep learning curve.
The boy’s eyes grew huge as he watched Dr. Hirano pull her blue yoga tank top up and off, revealing her bra: a lacy black number that seemed to lift up the woman’s plump breasts to give everyone a better view. Then Pedro whipped his head around to watch Jenny remove her off-white, natural-fiber top—raising the curtain on her little breasts with their small, erect, light-brown nipples.
“I like going braless to yoga club,” Jenny explained. “It always makes me feel so free and sexy.”
“Wow,” the boy said, awed by seeing a real girl’s boobs up close for the first time.
Dr. Hirano cleared her throat, and Pedro snapped his head back around just in time to see her bra fall to the floor, exposing her ample, dark-nippled breasts.
“Wow,” Pedro breathed again, making Dr. Hirano smile.
Dr. Hirano took Pedro’s hands. She placed one on her own breast and the other on Jenny’s.
“Can you feel how different our breasts are?” Dr. Hirano asked Pedro.
“Yeah,” Pedro managed through the haze of his awe. He could scarcely believe it; only in the past few months had he even begun to fantasize about touching anyone’s boobs, and now he had his hands on the breasts of two different females.
“They’re both soft,” he said to Dr. Hirano, “but…yours is big and, um, squashy-soft, and Jenny’s is little and kind of…springy-soft.”
“Jenny’s breasts are still growing,” Dr. Hirano said, taking a moment to gaze at them. “They’re nice and firm because she’s young.”
“If you keep coming to yoga club,” Jenny added, “you can feel them every time so you can see how they grow.”
“Wow,” Pedro murmured once again.
“Now, Pedro,” Dr. Hirano said, “put both hands on Jenny’s tits, and we’ll teach you the proper way to feel a girl up while we all watch Stacy and Coltrane.”
“Okay,” Pedro said eagerly.
***
Coltrane had his arms around Stacy and was kissing her open-mouthed as her hands wandered through his hair, down his back, and over his muscular ass. He loved the feel of her hands on his body, the way her slender fingers touched him lightly in a sort of erotic tickle as they danced across his skin. He reached up to stroke her silky black hair even as he felt her delicate tongue push into his mouth.
God, he loved being with her like this. They had been intimate several times outside these yoga sessions, but Jenny’s special incense took away all inhibitions and anxieties, making their sexual unions more intense. The incense also did a lot for Coltrane’s stamina, which meant that he could focus entirely on Stacy right now and not have to worry about keeping anything in reserve for the other Hirano women, or anyone else he might end up servicing during the session. He was the Hiranos’ boyfriend, but they didn’t mind sharing him with others in the group, just as he didn’t mind sharing the Hiranos. The incense had a way of keeping jealousy at bay.
Stacy was wearing a simple outfit: a green fitted T-shirt and matching, form-fitting green shorts. Coltrane took hold of the hem of the T-shirt, and Stacy raised her arms to let him pull it up and off.
To Coltrane’s delight, the simplicity of Stacy’s outerwear was deceptive, because beneath her T-shirt she was wearing, not a bra, but a strappy-fronted black bustier that revealed a three-inch-wide vertical strip of her midsection and allowed just the innermost curves of her breasts to peek through.
“Niiiice,” Coltrane murmured.
In the weeks since Coltrane had begun dating all three Hirano women, Dr. Hirano had developed a penchant for buying lingerie, both for herself and for her daughters. Coltrane had absolutely no objections.
“I want to see you in that again,” Coltrane said appreciatively. “But right now…”
“Say no more,” Stacy replied with a smile. Then she peeled the spandex-and-nylon bustier up and off.
Coltrane took a moment to appreciate the little swells of Stacy’s developing breasts and the erectness of her nipples, which were smaller than her mother’s but were the same shade of dark brown. Then he lowered himself to his knees and began gently kissing and sucking Stacy’s breasts. The girl wound her fingers in his hair, and he listened eagerly to her little gasps and moans as he pleasured her.
***
Sally, her mind in a daze, sat on Vanessa’s lap. The teenage girl was sitting cross-legged on her yoga mat with Monty behind her, his front right up against Vanessa’s back, and his arms reaching around Vanessa to caress little Sally all over.
“Now,” Vanessa said to Sally, “we’re going to do something to make you feel really good. But to do that, we have to take your clothes off.”
Sally was filled with feelings and urges that she couldn’t even begin to make sense of. The funny-smelling smoke she had been breathing in for several minutes was making her head feel as hazy as the air in the room. And the resentment she felt toward Vanessa over the Mary McGuffin doll was dimming in the haze, like a ship sailing away into a fog.
Now, whenever Vanessa or Monty moved a hand slowly and gently over Sally’s torso, their fingertips made tingling lines across the girl’s skin, which felt both delightful and achingly not-enough. She needed more touching, and taking off her clothes—something her Mommy and Daddy had repeatedly told her not to do in front of strangers—suddenly seemed like the best idea in the world, because it would mean feeling those caressing, teasing, pleasing hands on her bare skin, and that might give her the “more” she craved.
As a result, Sally pulled up her purple T-shirt, wrestled it off, and practically threw it across the room before she reached down to get her shoes and socks off as fast as she could.
“Wow, you’re eager!” Vanessa exclaimed. “We’re going to have lots of fun.”
“Definitely,” Monty said, reaching around Vanessa to help Sally out of her black exercise pants.
In moments, the little girl was fully naked. She had fallen partway out of Vanessa’s lap while struggling out of her pants and shucking off her undies, which were white and decorated with red strawberries; now she climbed back into Vanessa’s lap and was instantly filled with excitement as those two pairs of hands returned to her body and resumed touching her, more ardently than before.
Vanessa’s fingertips traced up Sally’s stomach and onto her chest. The little girl’s nipples were now stiff little points, and Vanessa moved her fingertips in slow circles around them.
“Haaaaahhhh…” Sally moaned, overwhelmed by the new and powerful sensations.
“You like that, huh?” Vanessa murmured sultrily.
“Uh…uh-huh…” Sally managed.
“Good,” Vanessa replied, “‘cause we’re just getting started.”
***
“Let’s get started,” Melanie said to Balthazar and Roger Doofenshmirtz. “Roger, in the mood for a little entertainment?”
“Certainly,” the man replied.
Roger, who was wearing a white polo shirt and maroon shorts, sat down on his yoga mat and made himself comfortable. He was eager to see what Melanie had in mind.
Melanie put an arm around Balthazar as she explained to Roger, “Balthazar has been coming to this group since the beginning, just like I have.”
Her free hand went onto Balthazar’s stomach, then traveled down over the beltline of his tan shorts and went straight to his crotch, where it began fondling and feeling him through the fabric. Roger was intrigued to see Melanie, whom he had known for years and who had never struck him as being terribly passionate about anything, caressing this very young boy not only in a blatantly sexual manner but with visible enthusiasm.
“How old are you, Balthazar?” Melanie asked.
“I just turned eleven,” the boy replied.
“And you were a virgin before the first time we fucked, weren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“But you’ve learned a lot about sex since then, haven’t you?”
“Yeah,” the boy replied, his cock coming fully erect inside his shorts in response to Melanie’s touch. “Lots and lots.”
Melanie stripped off her purple tank top, then pulled down her plain gray sweat shorts. Now, she was clad only in a lacy, powder-blue bra and matching high-cut panties.
“Now, we’re going to play a game,” Melanie said to Balthazar, causing the spectating Roger to raise an eyebrow in interest. “I’m going to suck your cock, and while I’m doing that, you’re going to tell me and Mayor Doofenshmirtz about all of the women and girls you’ve fucked since we began. If you stop talking, I’ll stop sucking. Do you understand?”
“I- I guess so,” Balthazar replied.
“Good,” Melanie said.
Their height difference was such that merely kneeling wouldn’t put Melanie’s mouth low enough for fellatio, so Melanie sat down on the floor in front of Balthazar with her legs apart. Then scootched forward until her pantied crotch was right up against his ankles. Finally, she unfastened the boy’s khaki shorts, unzipped the fly, and pulled out his erect cock.
“All right, Balthazar, you may begin,” Melanie said. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck it, bobbing her head almost imperceptibly.
“Um, well,” Balthazar began, “the, the first person I fucked was you. We did it, uh, doggy-style, and, and that was great, ‘cause I really like your butt. And then, um, right after that, I fucked Ginger, ‘cause her mom asked me to, and, and I liked that, too, ‘cause she was really tight inside, and I think that’s when Ginger stopped being a virgin.”
Melanie took another inch of Balthazar’s cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head a bit more vigorously as Balthazar continued.
“Um, then I, I did it with Vanessa. She taught me some s- stuff, like, like how to know when the girl’s ready for you to put it in, and about going slow at first, and things like that.”
Roger could see that Balthazar was beginning to have trouble focusing on what he was saying. He wondered how far Melanie would take this.
“Um, and then,” Balthazar went on, “on that same day, I fucked J- Jenny in the ass. That was the, the first time I ever p- put it in a, in a girl’s butt.”
Melanie picked up the pace a little more, now taking half of Balthazar’s cock into her mouth on every stroke.
“So, so the next time,” Balthazar continued, “we were here at the Hiranos’ house, and I fucked you and, and Ginger again, and then I fucked Dr. Hirano. She was on- on top, and she, uh, hung her, her big boobies in my f- face. And then, then I fucked Jenny, um, in the, the pussy this time, and she said I was good at it.
“And then…and then the time after that, I, I fucked Gretchen in, in the ass, ‘cause Adyson wanted all the guys to fuck Gretchen in the ass a- and she wanted me to, you know, to go first.”
Roger noticed that Balthazar’s voice hitched when the boy spoke the name “Gretchen.” He wondered if Balthazar might have a crush on her.
“And then later,” Balthazar went on, “I f- fucked Stacy in the ass too, ‘cause Dr. Hirano told her that it’s, it’s nice with a y- young boy’s cock-”
Melanie stopped sucking Balthazar’s cock and said, “Hold on a moment, Balthazar. You’re doing a very good job, but now I want you to skip ahead and tell us about the one girl you fucked outside of yoga class. If you tell us about that, I’ll keep sucking you until you cum.”
“O- okay,” the boy stammered. From the look of increasingly desperate lust on Balthazar’s face, Roger thought the boy would have said yes to just about anything if it would get his dick back into Melanie’s mouth.
Melanie took Balthazar’s cock between her lips again and resumed bobbing her head. The boy again began to speak.
“Um, well, there was this girl, Pepper, who was in my class in s- school last year. And, and a couple weeks ago, her mom came over to play bridge with my mom and a, a couple of their friends, and Pepper came along. So we were hanging out in my room, just, just talking and stuff. And I noticed she was kind of, um, looking at me, the, the way Vanessa says a girl looks at you when she’s, ah, interested. So I, I kissed her, on- on the lips, and she liked that, s- so we kissed some more, and then I remembered wh- what you said about, um, about me having some girl in my room, with her, her panties on the floor and her on my bed with her legs up in the air, and, and even without the in- incense, I just, I really wanted to do that, and then I started touching her all over, and she didn’t, didn’t stop me or anything, she just wanted to keep kissing and kissing, and then I reached up her skirt and pulled her panties off, and then I pushed my pants down, and then I was on top of her on the bed, and we were still kissing when I pushed my dick inside her, and she said ow, but I, I, I just went really slow like Vanessa said to, and then, and then she wanted me to do it faster, so I did, and we just kept going faster and faster and faster, and then I had to put my hand over her m- mouth ‘cause she was screaming and I didn’t want our moms to hear, and then I came too, and, and when I was finished, I saw some, some white stuff coming out of Pepper’s p- pussy, and I realized that I just shot cum for the first time ever, and- oh God!”
Melanie had just sped up her cocksucking to maximum, bobbing her head like mad. Balthazar, no longer capable of speech, gripped her hair and panted and whined until he finally shouted “AaaaaAAAAAAH!” and shot his load straight down Melanie’s throat.
When he was finished, Melanie released his cock from her mouth slowly, pulling her lips all the way down its length. And then, audibly, she swallowed.
“That was quite a story, Balthazar,” Roger said. “But now I’m curious: How did your encounter with little Pepper end?”
“Well…” the boy said, panting from his orgasm, “she said…it was fun…and she wanted…to do it…again…sometime…”
“Melanie,” Roger said, turning to her, “you must be proud. You—and my niece, apparently—have turned this boy into quite the young lover.”
“Oh, yes,” Melanie said. “I wouldn’t be surprised if, by this time next year, he’s fucked half the girls in his class. And maybe a few of their mothers or older sisters, too.”
Balthazar blushed.
“But back to the present,” Melanie went on. “Time to get this boy ready for round two.”
She dropped back down to Balthazar’s feet, and the boy’s cock went back into her mouth.
***
Dr. Hirano was pleased. It seemed that she and Jenny had taught Pedro more about breasts in the past few minutes than he had learned in his entire life time before then. He was quickly apprehending the proper way to caress them, how best to finger a pair of nipples, and the ideal degree of pressure with which to pinch and tug them. At least, this was the impression Dr. Hirano was getting from the gradually increasing volume of Jenny’s moans as Pedro fondled her.
“Very good, Pedro,” Dr. Hirano said. “You’ll have plenty of opportunity to learn more about breasts, but for now, it’s time you started learning how to finger a girl’s pussy. Jenny, dear, would you mind taking off your pants for Pedro?”
Jenny smiled slyly as she replied, “I wouldn’t mind at all.”
She stood up and pulled down her loose-fitting exercise pants, along with the plain orange undies she had on underneath. Unlike some of the other females in the group, Jenny didn’t go in for fancy underwear, because she liked to get fully naked as soon as possible. Then she sat back down, this time with her legs apart.
“Now, Pedro,” Dr. Hirano said, “I’m going to teach you about a small but very important thing called the clitoris.”
***
Stacy was greatly enjoying Coltrane’s attentions to her little teenage breasts. But she had reached the point where she needed more. So, as Coltrane skillfully suckled, tongued, and nipped her little brown nipples, Stacy pushed her green fitted shorts down to her ankles, revealing the lacy black boyshorts she wore underneath. This got Coltrane’s attention; he released Stacy’s nipple from his mouth and rose to his feet with an appreciative whistle.
“You like?” Stacy asked.
“I love,” Coltrane replied. Then, hooking his fingers around the panties’ waistband he added, “But you know what they say: It’s what’s inside that counts.”
He pulled the lacy panties down until they fell to Stacy’s ankles. The girl stepped out of them, now fully nude. Looking at Coltrane, she put a hand behind her head and struck a sexy pose.
“I’m never gonna get tired of seeing that,” Coltrane said.
Stacy was seriously horny now, and she needed Coltrane to do what he did so well. So she sat down on her yoga mat, her arms supporting her from behind, her legs together and straight out in front of her.
“I want you to do more than just see it,” she said.
Coltrane wasted no time stripping off his clothes as the smiling Stacy watched. Her smile widened when he pulled down his midnight-blue briefs and his erect cock sprang free.
He knelt down in front of her. Stacy lay back and bent her knees upward, sliding her feet along the floor until they were halfway to her bottom. But she didn’t open her legs. Instead, she gave Coltrane a coquettish smile.
Coltrane smiled back at her, flirtatiously but with a decidedly wolfish bent. Then he put his hands on her knees and slowly pulled them apart until there was just enough room between Stacy’s feet for Coltrane to scoot up between them.
His hands slid slowly down from her kneecaps and over the soft, perfectly smooth skin of her upper legs, moving inward from the front of her quadriceps to her inner thighs and stopping just short of her sex. Stacy knew he could feel the heat of her pussy against his hands, just as she could feel the intense warmth of his palms on her thighs.
Then, slowly but firmly, Coltrane pushed her thighs open.
Stacy shuddered and exhaled slowly. Coltrane opening her legs this way—gently, but with a firmness that suggested that he would permit no resistance—was one of the most powerfully erotic experiences of her young life. It was a single gesture that said so much: he was gentle, and caring, and strong, and he was going to take her.
“Yes,” Stacy breathed, her eyes fixed on Coltrane’s. “Open me…”
Coltrane had learned her limits well; he spread Stacy’s legs to a point just short of a full split, which was as far apart as he could open them without hurting her. Nothing had ever made Stacy feel as desired as this simple physical act.
He got on top of her, careful as always not to put too much weight on her. And then he pushed his hard cock inside her.
“Ohhhhhhhh…” Stacy moaned.
She put her arms around him. It excited her to know that her mother, Jenny, and Pedro were watching, but the greater source of her arousal was simply having her considerate and virile lover on top of her, inside her, penetrating and filling her. She didn’t mind sharing Coltrane with her mother and sister as long as she got to experience this on a regular basis.
He began to move slowly in and out of her. His pubic bone put just the right amount of pressure on her clit—as Dr. Hirano had taught him—so that his thrusts pleasured her inside and out.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Pedro?” Stacy heard her mother say. “Watching them make love just fills me with joy.”
Coltrane continued his slow thrusts. Stacy ran her hands over his bare back.
“That’s so good, baby,” she murmured. “You fuck me so nice…”
He pumped her steadily, and Stacy moved with him without conscious thought. It was as though her body craved him, hungered to have him deep inside her and to be filled with his seed.
That last thought made her hips thrust a little faster against him, and Coltrane sped up his own thrusts to match her pace. This was the first fuck of the day for both of them, so they were both anxious to reach their release.
“Stacy…” Coltrane moaned in her ear, “you feel so good inside…”
“You’re making me feel good inside…” Stacy moaned. “You can have me…any day…any time…as long as you make me…feel this good…”
“God,” Coltrane grunted. “If you keep saying…stuff like that…you’re gonna…make me cum...”
“Yes, cum,” Stacy moaned, fucking her hips faster against Coltrane. “I want you to…cum inside me…fill me up with it…fill me up with you…”
Her words had obviously overwhelmed Coltrane’s capacity for self-control, because he started fucking her hard and fast. She bucked against him like a rutting animal, wanting nothing more than to fuck, to fuck hard, to feel her man’s cock slam deep inside her again and again.
“Stacy,” he gasped, “I…I…I…Aaaaah!”
“Yes!” Stacy cried as Coltrane’s every muscle tightened, gripping her, squeezing her, holding her tight against him while he shot his load inside her. “Yes, yes, YES!”
Stacy’s every muscle spasmed, and she would have thrashed wildly had Coltrane not been holding her so tight. His grip on her, holding her to him and keeping his cock buried deep inside her, only heightened her ecstasy.
When it was over, they remained there for a minute, catching their breath, Coltrane still buried inside her.
“That…was…awesome,” Coltrane panted.
“Yeah…,” Stacy sighed, delirious in her afterglow. “Awesome…”
Coltrane kissed her. She returned the kiss firmly, as though to put a seal on what they had just done so that she could keep the memory of it forever.
Her passion was also fueled by knowing what was coming next. Her mother had been watching closely, after all.
Coltrane rolled off of Stacy. And then her mother’s head was between Stacy’s thighs, and Stacy was gasping and moaning again as her mother ate Coltrane’s cum out of her.
***
Adyson had a sinister smile on her face as she looked down at the naked Gretchen, whom Adyson had just led through a series of commands like those one would give to a dog—Adyson’s favorite being “beg.” As a result, Gretchen was now kneeling before her, her hands hanging in front of her like a begging dog’s paws. But now it was time for more than just amusing games.
“Now,” Adyson said, “do the plow position—the way I like it.”
Gretchen lay down on her back and raised her legs in the air. Then she grabbed her ankles and tried to pull her feet down next to her head.
“You can do better than that,” Adyson sneered. “Pull harder. If there’s one thing you should be good at by now, it’s spreading your legs.”
Gretchen pulled her ankles down until they were on either side of her head. She whimpered with discomfort.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Adyson said. “Get that little pink asshole pointed straight up at the ceiling. And don’t you fucking move until I tell you to.”
As the straining Gretchen held her position, Adyson stripped off her clothes, quickly discarding her T-shirt, bike shorts, black training bra, and black undies. Now, her body was bare to the eyes of anyone who cared to look in her direction. Her light-brown nipples stood up proudly from the little swells of her just-beginning breasts, and her bald pussy was dark pink from arousal.
Adyson went around behind Gretchen’s head and straddled it, her ankles next to the plow-positioned Gretchen’s. Then, without a word, Adyson sat down on Gretchen’s face, seating her light-brown asshole right on the girl’s mouth.
“Lick,” Adyson commanded. “You know how I like it.”
Adyson let out a shuddering sigh of pleasure as Gretchen daintily swirled the tip of her tongue around the edges of Adyson’s sensitive anus.
“Yesssss,” Adyson breathed. “That’s a good girl. Keep going.”
As Gretchen continued to service her, Adyson changed her position, opening her legs and stretching them out in front of her on the floor so that they extended past Gretchen’s upturned ass. Then, gazing hungrily at Gretchen’s petite pink asshole, Adyson grabbed Gretchen’s ass and pulled herself forward and down until the two girls were in a hyperextended sixty-nine position. The extreme stretch hurt, but Adyson’s lust and determination were more than a match for her discomfort.
She brought her head down and began to tongue Gretchen’s hole in the same way that Gretchen was tonguing Adyson’s. But soon, the light touches of Gretchen’s tongue on the surface of her asshole weren’t enough.
“Don’t just lick it,” Adyson grunted. “Get your tongue in there. Deep.”
Gretchen pushed her tongue all the way into Adyson’s hole. Then she began to bob her head, tongue-fucking Adyson’s ass.
“Good girl,” Adyson gasped. Then she thrust her tongue into Gretchen’s little pink hole and began tongue-fucking the smaller girl in return.
***
“Wow,” Monty said, looking over at the two entwined Fireside Girls. “Are they doing anal sixty-nine? I didn’t even think that was possible.”
With a knowing look, Vanessa replied, “Adyson has a way of making things possible.”
Monty turned his attention back to Sally. Vanessa had been touching, rubbing, pinching, and squeezing the little girl’s nipples for several minutes, and Monty had been rubbing Sally’s clit with the index finger of one hand while his other hand explored the rest of her plump little pussy, feeling the softness of the puffy lips and the slick wetness between them.
Now, as a result of these attentions and the effects of the incense, the little girl’s eyes were open, gazing at nothing, and her pupils were dilated. Her mouth hung slightly agape, and her small chest heaved with her heavy breathing.
Clearly, Monty thought, Sally was ready for the next step. So, with his pinkie finger, he found her tiny, tight pussy-entrance. Then he pushed his finger inside.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh…,” the little girl gasped.
“Going in, huh?” Vanessa asked slyly.
“Yup,” Monty replied, starting to push his finger slowly in and out.
Monty leaned his head around Vanessa’s side and above Sally’s. In a gentle tone, he said, “When someone puts their finger inside your pussy and moves it in and out like this, it’s called ‘finger-fucking.’”
“That’s right,” Vanessa said, slowly circling Sally’s nipples with her fingertips. “I like being finger-fucked. Do you like it, Sally?”
“Uh…uh-huh,” the girl moaned.
“We call it finger-fucking,” Monty continued, “because there’s another kind of fucking that we’re going to show you later.”
“Yup,” said Vanessa. “And it feels even better than this.”
***
Balthazar’s cock was now hard in Melanie’s mouth. Hard was definitely how Melanie wanted it, but now she had a different place in mind for the boy to put it. She released Balthazar’s member from her mouth.
“So, Roger,” Melanie said to her boss, who was observing this scene with keen interest, “have you ever seen an eleven-year-old fuck a grown woman before?”
Roger put a hand to his chin and replied, “I can’t say that I have, Melanie.”
“Well, then, keep watching,” Melanie said with a hungry smile.
She got up from her knees to unfasten and drop her powder-blue bra. Then she pushed her high-cut panties down to her ankles and kicked them off. A part of her could scarcely believe that she was stripping naked in front of her boss, but the rest of her was too horny to care.
She got down on all fours, facing away from Balthazar. The boy didn’t need more of a cue than that; she heard him quickly strip off his clothes, then felt him get behind her.
“No need to take it slow, Balthazar,” Melanie said eagerly. “I’m all warmed- UH!” Melanie cried as the boy plunged his cock into her wet, open pussy and began fucking her hard.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” Melanie breathed as the boy plowed her from behind. “You’re not shy at all about fucking anymore, are you? You see an open cunt, and you just plunge right in. I’ll bet your mommy and daddy have no idea how horny their little boy is, or how many pussies he’s fucked.”
It turned her on to say these things, and she knew it was turning Balthazar on to hear them, judging from the way he was now squeezing her ass in his hands as he fucked her. And feeling his boy-hands taking such adult liberties with her womanly body always aroused her even further.
“I’ll bet… they don’t know…,” Melanie said, beginning to pant as Balthazar boned her harder, “that you’ve fucked…half the Fireside Girls…in town…or that…you’ll probably fuck…the other half…”
“Oh, God!” Balthazar cried, now really pounding her.
For many years, this had been Melanie’s secret fantasy: to be fucked by a young boy with limitless energy and unbridled enthusiasm. And now she was living that fantasy. She didn’t care a bit that Balthazar’s penis wasn’t yet man-sized; it was the way he slammed it into her with pure, raw, instinctive lust that drove her wild with sexual excitement. All it would take to push her over the edge into orgasm was-
“Aaaaah!” the boy screamed. He slammed his hips against her ass, driving himself as deep into her as he could go as he came.
“Yeeaaaaaah!” Melanie cried, her cunt gripping her young lover’s cock.
The boy finished cumming, then slowly pulled out of her, panting. Melanie remained on all fours as she looked up at Roger, panting but with a sly grin of satisfaction.
“So…,” she breathed, “what do you…think of my…new hobby?”
“That was something to see,” Roger said appreciatively. Then he went on, “But now I’m ready for some…active participation.”
Melanie glanced over to where Stacy lay, still panting from her fuck with Coltrane and subsequent eating-out by her mother. Then she turned back to Roger.
“Good,” Melanie breathed. “Have I mentioned that…I also like…teenage girls?”
Roger smiled.
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