When I started the Student Sex Club with my little sister, Margie, a sweet-tempered blonde 4th-grader two years younger than me, I never expected so many students from our elementary school would join.
The idea came to me late one spring afternoon while I was fucking her in our basement laundry room. The washer and dryer were running loudly beside us, to cover the sounds of Margie's groaning cries of illicit pleasure.
Even though both of our parents were still at work, it was an early habit we'd formed- Margie was something of a loudmouth when it came to sex.
“Fuck me harder, Justin,” she was breathing into my ear. “ Harder! ”
My 12-year-old rigid dick was pounding into her slippery little cunt with a mind all its own. If not with an actual mind, it was very much alive, at least, all youthful nerve endings, throbbing veins and such. And every quick thrust of my bare hips between her skinny legs drove my kid sister into further urgings for: more fucking, harder fucking, deeper fucking and even still faster fucking!
For a little 10-year-old, she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Ohhh, it feels so good!” she kept moaning. “Make me come again, just one more time! Uhhh! More, more! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh, God, Justin, I love fucking so much! I could fuck all day and night!”
See?
It was the perfect set-up down there.
Margie's bare little ass was squirming around in the large pile of laundry to be done next. We often screwed on the laundry pile so her juicy underage pussy, flowing like a tiny river, would empty itself into the dirty clothing to be soon washed.
Washed by us.
Even though every kid we knew hated doing laundry, or even picking up or throwing their dirty clothes into the hamper, we both helped out around the house any way we could.
And when I came, a small river in its own right, my narrow but thrumming dick usually spurted out more cum than Margie's bald cunt could accommodate. So doing it on the dirty laundry pile, we were assured that the backwash of my young semen-and the big sploogy mess it made when I pulled out-would also end up on the soon-to-be-washed clothes.
Good plan, right?
“Your tight pussy's sucking me off,” I panted to my sister, her slim bare thighs warmly spurring me on to even more feverish thrusts. Margie needed a really energetic fucking once she got started. “I'm gonna come real fast, sis.”
She nodded tightly, her blue eyes closed to half-slits, her breath so hot against my cheek it was like I was fucking a furnace. But a furnace with an exceptionally wet and tight young pussy.
“I need to come again,” she said, shakily.
And she began grinding her pubic bone up into me, working her tiny clit up against the base of my cock so she could come one more time. If I was going to come once, she wanted to make certain she came twice. If I came twice, she needed three times. She was like that-very competitive, sexually.
Fucking her was always like an Olympic event.
“Justin, stick your finger up my butthole.”
That always helped her come in a hurry, too, fingerfucking her overly sensitive asshole. I was already cupping the rubbery cheeks of her squirmy 10-year-old ass with both hands, but as soon as my finger found the tightly puckered opening between them, she came.
Not surprisingly, she started bucking beneath me like she had an electric wire up her ass.
“Ohhh, God,” she panted, her bare thighs gripping my hips tighter as I rode her through it. “I'm coming really good! Fuck me, Justin, keep fucking me! Ohhh, yes, yes, yes! Fuck the shit out of me!”
I admit, over the last year or so, she'd learned all the dirty talk from me.
And from the computer in my room, the Internet the best educator ever when it came to uncensored studies of sex. With our parents both working, we'd studied every aspect of sexual fun every chance we could. Usually as Margie whacked me off.
It was my computer, so I had to get something out of the deal.
Down in the laundry room, Margie's spasming pussy still wetly grabbed at my skinny dick, squeezing it repeatedly as I ejaculated into her. As always, the sensation was overwhelming for me, when my 12-year-old balls emptied themselves into the very center of my own kid sister.
“Uhhh!” I panted, fucking her even faster as multiple spurts of my warm semen filled her up. “Margie, your cunt's sucking the cum right out of me! Ohhh, God, you're such a slutty little girl! I love it!”
“I'm still coming,” she told me, her heels digging into the laundry pile as she pushed her crotch up into me. With her bare arms around my neck, she was nearly squeezing me to death. “Fuck me more! Fuck me! Don't stop, don't stop! ”
And so it went, the two of us youngsters squirming our naked sweaty bodies against one another on that pile of dirty laundry until we were finally both limp and spent and trying to catch our respective breaths.
When my cock finally slipped out from between her sprawled-open legs, a large splurt of my cum oozed wetly out of her swollen slit and got on one of my mom's good blouses.
I looked at it, studied it.
“That'll take some pre-soaking,” I told Margie. “But I think it'll be okay.”
I stood up in the laundry room, the washer finally finished as it made that chunking noise. But the dryer kept hotly going. The usual weird lint smell was in the air, mingling with the hot underage-pussy-full-of-cum smell of my little sister.
It wasn't a problem. I knew the odor would be gone before our parents got home, sometime after six or so.
Margie was still lying on her back, her eyes closed and her slender bare legs spread wide, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Her slick hairless pussy was one of the most exciting sights I'd ever seen in my young life, pink and perfect and still glistening with her wetness.
I loved looking at it. And up it.
It looked even more exciting with my semen leaking out of it, the narrow crack of her bare ass filled with whitish liquid before it slowly pooled onto the clothes.
It was, in fact, the main reason we started having sex in the first place.
After a secret afternoon of computer porn, I'd given her $5 to see her pussy. And she'd immediately shown it to me. As a skinny, precocious little 9-year-old, she just pulled her shorts and panties out in front, letting me take a really good look.
I gave her another $5 to touch it, which lasted about ten minutes before she finally slid off her shorts and panties and got down on the floor with her legs spread. She was liking it as much as I was.
“Keep touching me there,” she told me, after those first few minutes. “It's making me all shaky…”
Then, of course, one thing led to another, much of it inspired by our further afternoons looking at porn on the computer in my room.
Monkey see, monkey do, my dad always said.
From the stack of dirty laundry where she still lay sprawled wide-open, Margie opened her big blue eyes and looked up to me. Then her sweetly perfect face broke into a shy smile.
Whenever we had sex, she always got shy and nervous after she had a climax or two. It was as if she was embarrassed at what we'd done, but only had the presence of mind to realize it after she came a couple of times.
Girls.
But this time, she said to me, “Patty wants you to fuck her, too. She's all excited about it.”
I just looked down at my kid sister.
“Margie!” I said, shocked. “You told her? This is supposed to be a huge secret, what we're doing. It's worse than sex-it's incest.”
My little 4th-grade sister just shrugged.
“I was rubbing her pussy that night I stayed over, making her come, and it just sort of slipped out,” she admitted, finally getting up. “As soon as I told her, I knew I shouldn't have, but it got her crazy.”
I just shook my head.
Her best friend, Patty, was a really cute little 10-year-old in the 4th grade as well, with long dark hair and a spectacularly round-looking butt for such a youngster. It didn't surprise me that Margie was fingerfucking her, making the other girl come, because my kid sister was excited by anything that had to do with sex.
She just couldn't get enough of it.
“Patty wants me to fuck her?” I asked. “She said that?”
Margie nodded, then used a soiled pair of our mom's panties to wipe her pussy and the crack of her butt clean. After, she started pulling on her own clean underpants, then lightweight shorts and a top that we'd already washed.
“Mom said Patty can stay over tomorrow night, since it'll be Friday,” Margie said, as if she'd already planned it all. “She'll come home with me after school. Then we'll have a few hours before mom or dad get home.”
I studied my sister for a moment, amazed as always at her true nature.
Margie looked like the most innocent little girl in the entire neighborhood, at 4'6” and 79 pounds a sweet flawless angel who seemed both too naive and far too young to have the baser sexual urges she always had.
The ones that caused her to enjoy fucking so much.
“Are you gonna join us?” I asked, knowing the answer. “While I'm fucking her?”
Margie gave me a surprised look.
“I told Patty I'd lick her, to get her pussy ready,” she told me. “You're going to love her pussy-she gets crazy wet and excited. She comes like you can't believe and she's dying for you to fuck her…”
“You had me at 'pussy.'
“Funny,” she said. “And I saw that movie on TV, too.”
I started pulling my clothes on.
Then I froze, still in only my tee-shirt, and had my great thought, the one that soon became the Student Sex Club. I looked to my kid sister, studying her so thoughtfully that she finally asked, “What? Justin, what are you thinking?”
And I reached out and took her small hand in mine, which surprised her.
“Margie,” I said, seriously. “If my dick got hard again, right away, could I fuck you again?”
She looked into my own blue eyes, just as seriously, clearly trying to fathom what I was up to. But she nodded, eagerly, it seemed. And she slid her free hand down into the front of her shorts, giving her bare pussy a quick squeeze that made her smile crookedly.
“Yes, yes and yes,” she told me. “I always want to. You know that. And I'm still all wet.”
I nodded, then released her hand so I could pace in a small circle, my preferred way of thinking things out. She watched me with open curiosity, her eyes widening when I stopped back directly in front of her.
“Should I pull down my shorts?” she asked, her need for further sexual relief obvious in her voice. “Do you want to screw me doggy-style? I always like it like that. Or you can get some Vaseline and put it in my butthole…”
“Keep your pants on,” I told her. “But I like your thinking. What if…?”
And I stopped, working it out in my head.
It was so obvious, a solution to my kid sister's never-ending sexual urges and a way to make us both a little bit of money. Plus, I could get more than just Margie and Patty to fuck for me.
My idea involved many girls.
“What if what…?!” she was dying to know. “Come on, Justin, do you want to fuck me again or not?”
I glanced at the pile of dirty clothes, the residue of our recent coupling still evident. If we wanted to get those protein stains out of them, we needed to get everything into the washer right away.
Like drying egg yolks on a plate, cum required a lot of quick attention.
“Laundry first,” I told her. “Then I'll fuck you again. But, Margie, if there were, say, five boys here instead of just me, would you let all five of us fuck you? Like, one after another?”
Margie just stared at me, the thought of it, the image of it all, running through her nimble little 4th-grader's mind. Like me, she'd intently watched, bright-eyed with open fascination, all the gangbang videos we found on the Internet.
In fact, she always fucked me extra hard on those particular afternoons.
“Maybe…” she admitted carefully, her eyes sliding away from mine. I'd gotten her youthful attention all right, but I think I embarrassed her as well. “Which boys? Like older, in your grade?”
I took her narrow shoulders in both hands and gave them a squeeze.
“A mix,” I said. I knew I was on to something. “How much allowance do you get? Or do you think the kids in your grade are getting?”
“Huh?! What's that got to do with anything?”
“Just tell me.”
She cocked her pretty blonde head slightly to the side, thinking it over.
“Justin, you know what I get. Ten dollars a week, for all the help we do. The other kids are mostly getting five to ten dollars a week, too.”
It was perfect.
“If there were five boys here when Patty came over, could they all fuck her, too?” I wanted to know. “I mean, if it was like a party and I fucked her first? And she could see they were all taking turns fucking you?”
My little sister's eyes lit up at the thought.
“Ohhh, like a sex party,” she said slowly, savoring it. “That would be so great! But it'd have to be over before mom and dad got home.”
“At least an hour before,” I said. “So we could clean up.”
And Margie reached out and took my again-standing dick in her small hand. Her warm fingers made it start throbbing all over again. I was insanely excited, in many ways.
“You're all hard again,” she said with a little smile. “It's all twitchy.”
“All the better to fuck you with.”
The next afternoon, pretty little Patty walked into our living room with my kid sister Margie as soon as school was over, but to my surprise they weren't alone.
And neither was I.
The third girl with them was Patty's older sister, Becky, a slightly overweight 5th-grader with the beginning of some real boobs. They were the only real set of breasts in the entire house at that moment.
I could tell right away she'd be very popular.
Margie and Patty were flat as boards, my blonde little sister having only a sweet pair of pale pink nipples that got all pointy and sensitive whenever she was really excited sexually.
Which was almost always.
And I was certain slender Patty's chest would prove to be exactly the same. But Becky was another story, a sweet-faced 11-year-old brunette in stretchy pink shorts and a tight tee-shirt with a white bra clearly showing beneath it.
They'd all three changed into casual (meaning sexier) clothes at school, shorts and skimpy little tops, all wanting to look their best. Or their sluttiest.
Margie pushed Patty forward slightly, toward me, with a little giggle, her best friend giving me a quick nervous smile, but then looking away. She knew, and I knew, that we'd probably be the first to do anything.
The test couple, I guess.
“Hi,” Becky said first, though, looking to each of us. The boys, that is. “Margie said I could come to your party.”
I went right up to her and, surprising her, shook her hand.
“The more the merrier,” I told her, still keeping her hand in mine. “Did my sister tell you what kind of party it was?”
I saw the girl blush at my question, but she nodded with a guilty little look. Then she murmured, “A sex party.”
“Right. Have you done anything like that yet, had sex?”
Becky swallowed, but nodded again. “Using my mouth,” she admitted. “And my hand. I've made out a lot, too.”
“With just one boy?” I wanted to know, genuinely curious. “Like a boyfriend?”
She shook her head, still looking down. “Not a boyfriend. But with three different boys, one older and two younger, a few times each. I wanted to do more, but they all chickened out.”
Which got a few laughs.
“Perfect,” I said. “You're really sexy, you know?”
That seemed to surprise her. Her blush turned even brighter red.
“Thanks.”
And, of course, being politically correct, I added, “You and your sister, Patty, are both really sexy. I'm so glad Margie brought you along.”
And I very much was.
Really, I was thrilled that they'd brought Becky.
Because instead of just five of us, I'd managed to recruit eight friends of mine from school, all of us 6th-graders, making it nine excited, awkward and highly nervous 12-year-old boys.
I'd been worried about Margie and Patty taking on so many of us, well knowing that some of the boys might chicken out, but others would get so wildly excited watching the ongoing sex they'd want more than just one turn.
At my young age, I'd sometimes fucked my little sister three or four times in a single afternoon before our parents got home. Of course, always eager for more, Margie used her mouth to get me hard again and again. Sucking me, of course, but more than once even sticking her hot tongue up my asshole. She'd do whatever it took to get more sex out of a guy.
Anyway, I guess we'd know soon enough just how much fucking she really could take.
“This is not just a sex party,” I announced first, though. “It's a new club. A secret sex club for students. The Student Sex Club. All of you were chosen to be the very first members, the first secret members.”
Margie, my young partner in crime (because that's what it probably was), walked boldly into the middle of us all.
“I know some of you,” she said, looking to each boy. “When my brother says it's a secret club, he means it. We'll all get into big trouble if even one of you tells anybody else.”
I took over again.
“The first rule of Sex Club is: there is no Sex Club.”
Which got a lot of nervous laughs. Every one of us had seen Fight Club, of course, and it got the point quickly across.
I then added, “As I already told most of you, dues are $2 a week, for girls or boys, and my sister and I will decide who we invite to join. Or not. But any of you can suggest new members, and we'll all discuss it at our meetings. Is all that clear?”
One of the boys I'd brought raised his hand.
“What about the bigger kids?” he asked, a tall rangy boy named Ray. “We don't want them in here, pushing us around.”
A bunch of agreement erupted, nods and 'Right!' called out, the girls as well as the boys not wanting the trouble that older students would bring. Or maybe the girls just didn't want to compete for attention with the more-developed girls.
I couldn't tell.
I quieted them all down. And I noticed Patty was sort of casually staring at nothing, but at the same time had her dark eyes on the crotch of my jeans, wondering, I hoped, what it'd be like to get together with me.
Then she noticed that I'd noticed, bit at her lower lip and looked away.
“Let's keep the bigger kids out,” I said. “It should be 4th-grade, 5th-grade and 6th-graders only. Okay?”
Which got a lot of nods of further agreement.
“Danielle with the big boobs in our class is supposed to be, uh, real interested in sex,” another of the 6th-grade boys, Mike, brought up. “I heard she did it with three guys on the field trip last November. I'll bet she'd join.”
“Good thinking,” I agreed. “I'll talk to her at school on Monday.”
But I knew what he really meant and didn't want to say.
Danielle was the 6th-grade slut, a hot 12-year-old pass-around-pack who never said no. We'd heard she'd even screwed a few full-grown adults. But if Mike'd called her a slut or a whore in front of everybody it'd be guilt by association, or something like that, for my kid sister and her two friends.
I mean, the three girls were only here to get fucked by all of us boys, after all. So what did that make them? Not actually sluts, I liked to think, but rather…sexual adventurers. That sounded right.
Or maybe just girls who knew what they wanted and decided to get it.
“We've got about two hours,” Margie told everyone. She was being her usual bossy self, which worked well in this case. “We're using Justin's bedroom, but somebody's got to stay out here to watch for my parents. Just in case.”
The boys all looked to one another, but no one raised a hand.
I knew only a couple of them had done anything even remotely sexual before, so they were all anxious and nervous. But not one of them wanted to miss out on anything that might take place.
To help calm their nervousness, I'd earlier told each of them they could just watch if they wanted, most of them never having seen a real girl naked before. None of them wanted to miss that in my bedroom, either.
And they all were dying to see actual fucking, though I could tell they barely believed it would happen. Or really expected it. They all seemed certain something would screw our party up before the actual sex started.
Little did they know. With my oversexed 4th-grade sister and her girlfriends involved, there'd definitely be real fucking.
“We'll do fifteen minute shifts out here,” Margie suggested. “To watch outside. And whoever watches first will be the first one to fuck Becky, as soon as his time's up. She'll just do blow jobs in the bedroom, waiting.”
To which, Becky laughed.
“That sounds like fun,” she admitted.
“Let's show the boys what they're getting,” Margie said, smiling wickedly.
And my little sister suddenly pushed up the 5th-grader's tee-shirt, over her bra, then unhooked it in front so Becky's bare breasts burst free with a jiggling bounce. They were spectacular, I'll say that, especially to boys who'd never seen any bare boobs in person before.
Which would include your humble narrator.
Every boy in the living room froze, me, too, our eyes glued to Becky's sweet-looking young tits.
“Look how nice they are,” Margie said, taking one in each hand. “God, they're so big and firm! And her nipples are huge!”
That they were, the girl's pinkish-brown nipples as big as silver dollars and already stiffly pointed outward with her mounting excitement.
Becky was both blushing madly and smiling, but in no way was she trying to cover herself back up. Clearly proud of her larger-than-normal 11-year-old breasts, she just stood there as Margie felt her up.
“There's more…” my kid sister said with a suggestive smile.
And she suddenly pushed down the girl's clingy shorts and panties, right in the living room, sliding them down just far enough to show us all Becky's bare ass and her sweet cunt.
Which made Becky close her eyes tight but not make any move to hide her good parts from us.
The well-endowed 5th-grader's pussy had merely the faintest start of pubic hair, a darkish wisp of tiny, tightly coiled strands, not nearly enough to obstruct the view of her thickened and slickly wet cunt-lips.
Which were already pouting open in pure anticipation.
Margie slid a finger into Becky's pinkly glistening pussy, getting a soft little moan of surprise from the dark-haired girl in return. Then she pushed her finger in all the way and wiggled it around as we all watched, again spellbound. As she always told me, boys were so easy.
Including me, apparently.
Margie pulled her slippery finger out of Becky and showed us.
“She's totally wet,” she said. “Your dick will slide into Becky's pussy so easy!”
“I'm still a virgin,” Becky announced, opening her eyes. “But she's right-I'm wide open down there, if a catsup bottle or a hot dog's any indication…”
Needless to say, a gawky boy named Roger instantly raised his hand (the first, but only one of several). He was quickly chosen by the girl herself, and then he stood watching out the front windows while we all headed into my bedroom.
Margie and I had prepared my room well.
We'd not only closed the curtains on both windows, but taped up several black garbage bags so no outside light could get in. We'd then put two tiny night-lights into plugs on either side of the room, for minimal mood lighting.
We'd stripped my bedspread, covers and the pillows off my twin-sized bed, leaving only a top-sheet over an older mattress pad we found in the linen closet. We definitely intended to wash that sheet and the pad before my parents got home. If things went as planned, with Margie and Patty fucking side-by-side and hip-to-hip, both items would be drenched with cum and the excess lubrication of their very young cunts.
We hadn't counted on Becky showing up, but that was a good problem to deal with, not a bad one. Extra pussy was never a problem, not for a fledging sex club. And for a young girl with actual tits to show up was a fantastic surprise for a bunch of elementary school kids.
When everybody was in my bedroom and I closed the door, it was barely light enough to see. But it was also dark enough to encourage what we were about to do. I had a large bedroom, but with a dozen kids in the near-dark, there wasn't a lot of room to move about.
“Who's first?” I heard Margie ask quietly. “I know my brother's going to screw Patty, but I need one of you to start on me…”
In the dim light, I saw Margie slip off her shorts and panties, pull off her tee-shirt, then sit naked on the side of my bed. She looked so frail and skinny sitting there, but I knew it was deceptive-my kid sister had incredible energy and stamina when it came to anything sexual.
“I'm waiting,” Margie said. “With a wet pussy…”
That got the boys' attention and, shy or not, I heard several of them tearing their clothes off to get at her.
Patty gave me a look, and then a smile when I nodded, and she joined Margie, quickly stripping off her clothes in the near-dark and, her slender body entirely naked, sitting beside my sister on my bed.
I got naked in record time, then sat down next to Patty, putting my arm around her bare waist. She shivered a little at the sensation, then turned her pretty face to me and I kissed her on the mouth.
Her tongue immediately searched for mine and found it. For a little 4th-grader, she sure knew how to kiss.
“ This is what I need,” she managed to say, into my mouth, as her small hand found my erection and gently gripped it. “Margie's told me so much about your dick, I've been thinking about it every night.”
“Don't say that!” my sister blurted out next to us. “I wasn't supposed to tell.”
“She's a big blabbermouth,” I said to Patty. “But I'm glad, this time.”
While we French kissed, and Patty began slowly moving her hand up and down, jacking me off, I slid my hand up her bare thigh until I'd reached her crotch. My fingers easily found their way into her 10-year-old pussy. And to say the young girl was wet would be a major understatement.
She was entirely soaked, her crotch and her bare inner thighs already slick with her juices. And we hadn't even done anything yet! I knew right then she'd be a really great sex partner and she started breathing harder as soon as I began fingerfucking her.
Pressed against her, I swear I could even feel her heartbeat speeding up.
I also felt someone finally climb onto the bed with Margie, who lay back and pulled the boy on top of her. It was clear she didn't know who it was and didn't care. She just wanted to get started.
And we were in the way, Patty and I, my kid sister's bare feet suddenly kicking gently at us (like, “Get out of the way!”)
So I stopped kissing Patty long enough to get her onto her narrow back and up alongside Margie, the two thin naked girls lying side-by-side, as expected. Because my bed wasn't against any wall, I slid off, walked around to Patty's side, and climbed back in beside her.
And then moved on top of her, her bare thighs parting as I did so.
To my surprise, the boy with my little sister was already fully inside of her and fucking her. Like, really fucking her. I was certain it was his first time, whoever it was, but his hips were already pumping between her bare thighs.
And the sound of his cock sliding rapidly in and out of her wet cunt was getting all of us more excited by the moment.
“Ohhh, yes,” Margie began moaning, encouraging him. “And this is what I need! Fuck me! Go deep in me! Fuck me harder, fuck me harder! I wanted this so much! Do it even faster!”
My little kid sister was getting all the attention she needed. But, knowing her as I did, she would soon want even more.
Lying on top of Patty, I was ready to give her the same, but I could tell she was concerned about something.
“Where's Becky?” Patty whispered, her mouth so close to my ear her breath was hotly inside of it. “I don't want her getting bored. Or ignored.”
I pulled back to give her an incredulous look.
“Ignored?” I asked. “Are you nuts? She's gonna get her brains fucked out. Didn't you see all the boys looking at her tits?”
I could tell, though, that the dark-haired little 4th-grader lying under me was still unconvinced. I didn't get it, but:
“Hey, Becky,” I called out into the dark. “What's going on? Are you sucking any dicks while I'm fucking your sister?”
Which got a laugh from the entire room.
“I am sucking some dicks,” Becky said from somewhere, happily. “Two at the same time. Oh, wait…now it's three. But I'm saving my pussy for Roger. After he does me, I'm going to fuck every boy in here!”
More laughs. The boys I'd brought home were loving it!
“Get naked, the rest of you,” Margie called out, her breathing ragged. “Oh, God, I'm getting fucked real good here, but I want all of you, too!”
“Hey, count me in on that!” Patty added with a laugh. “If it's going to be a race, to see who gets the most sex, we'll have to keep score…”
I was lying fully on top of her, her naked body warm and growing yet warmer beneath mine.
She then spread her slim legs wider so that the length of my stiff cock was propped up, pressed tightly against her slickened cunt. Like my little sister, she had no pubic hair yet, but her faintly pulsating pink slit was seeping a copious amount of her slippery wetness.
“Can I?” I asked, into her ear. “Put my dick in you?”
The pretty 10-year-old laughed, then gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
“Of course,” she said, with a child-like giggle. “Justin, it's a sex club and I'm here to let you fuck me.”
“What about the other guys?” I suddenly wanted to know.
“They can all fuck me,” she said straightforwardly. “Or Margie or Becky. It's like a sex race.”
And she canted her hips upward so the head of my cock was perfectly lined up with the pulsing opening of her slick pussy. She put both hands on my bare ass and pulled me forward and I felt the slippery warmth of her, inside, as the entire tip of my dick slid into her.
“That's it,” she moaned, as I pressed my throbbing cock deeper into her cunt, a slow inch at a time. And then she hotly whispered a huge secret into my ear. “I'm not a virgin, Justin, but I don't want anyone, not even your sister, to know.”
Which explained why my nearly-vibrating dick was sliding into her so smoothly, the tight wetness of her underage cunt squeezing me gently (but not stopping me) until I was buried all the way inside of her.
“So you already have a boyfriend?” I asked.
God, she was just so damn sexy and appealing and cute and I was suddenly just a little jealous. Which was insane, considering what we were doing. And that many of the boys here would be fucking her like crazy before our first sex party was done.
“Is that who you did it with?”
“No, my big brother did me,” she told me, still whispering. “He still does, just like you and Margie, except he's ten years older than me. But please don't tell. And right now, just fuck me.”
Boy, she was blunt-no wonder she was my little sister's best friend.
I kissed her mouth again, savoring the youthful sweetness of it, then started slowly pumping my hips between her bare damp thighs.
Patty knew how to fuck, all right, no hesitation on her part as she met each of my forceful thrusts with an upward thrust of her own. Her heels were digging into the bed, her young thighs gripping me, the two of us soon fucking like a well-oiled machine.
“Yes, yes, yes!” she panted, her tight pussy so wet it was sploshing warm liquid out of her with every thrust of my dick. The entire room could hear it, I knew. “Fuck me, Justin, fuck me!” she moaned. “Make me come with your cock! I want it in me, deeper! Deeper! Fuck me like the filthy slut I am!”
Oh, yeah.
It turned out that when little Patty got going, she got going!
“Fuck me, fuck me!” she kept groaning, endlessly. “Ohhhh, yes! Oh, God, my cunt's so alive! I'm melting! Uhhh! Uhhh! Fuck me, Justin, fuck me harder! We have to out-fuck your little sister!”
So it was a race.
And right beside us, no slouch in the sex department herself, my little sister was moaning and squirming with her own rampant fucking. Her cries of pleasure were so acute while the first boy's cock plowed into her, I could tell the other boys couldn't wait to get a turn on her.
Listening to her urgent sex noises was even getting me more excited, and I was in the middle of fucking her best friend, a gorgeous little girl that made all kinds of great sex noises herself!
“I'm coming!” Margie suddenly gasped. “Ohhh, God, it's so good! Fuck, yes! Fuck me flat, fuck me to death, just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Uhhhhh!”
She was pumping from underneath like mad, her unbridled excitement and the lewd pleasure exploding within her cunt so contagious it caused the 6th-grade boy riding her to suddenly come.
Or maybe it was just her slippery cunt-hole itself, tightening up with that wet little jerky-grabby thing it always did when she climaxed.
In any case, the boy's own shuddering groans as his cum burst free from his stiff pumping cock, filling her tight underage pussy, was a clear signal to the next eager boy in line: get ready!
And that's how it went for the next two hours.
Margie got fucked ragged by one boy after another.
My 12-year-old schoolmates climbed between her eager young thighs or did her doggy-style again and again, while the overly-enthusiastic little 4th-grader showed no sign of losing interest after countless orgasms.
“Keep fucking me,” she repeatedly groaned. “I need all the sex you've got! Uhhh! Fuck me, harder, harder!”
Soon enough, they learned she loved sucking cocks, too.
So as one boy took his turn fucking her, another would put his stiff cock in her eager mouth, every now and then one of them ejaculating down her throat or all over her sweet young face.
“That was fun,” she panted, the occasional mouthful of cum running down her chin. “I love this sex club thing!”
She was soon sweaty and squirming and smeared with a variety of semen, even her blonde hair soaked with it. My little 4th-grade sister was clearly a slut and a half, no matter what I insisted on calling it.
And so was Patty, the two of them competing side-by-side to see who could take on the most boys.
Sexual adventurers, indeed. Sluts. And huge ones.
“Who's next?” both Margie or Patty took turns calling out hoarsely, neither of them willing to wait even a long moment without a boy between her thighs. “We need more fucking!”
My sweet young 10-year-old sister gave me a dirty smile when I finally climbed on top of her as soon as the last boy slid away. She was still panting, and lying in a wet spot a mile wide.
“Justin!” she laughed. “I thought you'd forgotten me.”
But she was already clamping her slick thighs around me as my again-stiff cock slid easily into her cunt.
I could feel all the cum inside of her as it squished out. Her entire body was also hotly damp with sweat from her countless orgasms, her hair, her face and even her breath smelling like semen.
“Did you fuck Patty enough?” she wanted to know. “Everybody's doing her.”
“So I can see,” I said. “And I fucked her plenty.”
Margie turned her sweet face to the side, just about kissing Patty's cum-streaked cheek because they were lying so closely together.
No surprise, another boy was on top of the dark-haired girl, cradled between her sweaty thighs and pushing his cock into her with a rapid tempo that got even faster with every stroke.
He looked to me and it was 'Billy Goat' Budd, a nickname but an apt one: as only a 6th-grader, he'd head-butted a much larger and older high school boy in a vicious fight, winning instantly.
Ever since then, the entire elementary school was afraid of him, but he was a good friend of mine, a nice kid if you didn't piss him off. Ever.
Which I never would.
I smiled widely to him, me fucking my own sister while he fucked her best friend, and he smiled back. He'd owe me for this, I knew, and that's exactly what I wanted: the toughest kid in our school as my buddy.
Little squirmy Patty was moaning loudly and urging him on with a string of filthy words that had to do with her cunt, her asshole, his cock, everybody else's cock, loads of cum and, oddly, even piss.
That girl could give a statue a hard on.
Margie asked, “Patty, are you getting enough sex?”
After that first fuck of mine with Patty, and again for a second go at her after four or five other boys fucked her, I'd watched her and my kid sister take so much fucking I thought it'd kill them.
But it didn't.
In fact, no matter how much they got, they each wanted more. They were like the girls on the Internet, the gangbang girls, but much younger.
“Patty!” my sister asked again. “Are you fucking enough?”
“God, yes,” Patty finally answered her. “This is so great! I've never had so many orgasms! We have to do this again! I'm loving it!”
And Patty was loving it, the skinny dark-haired girl like a sex machine, her wet cunt taking one stiff cock after another until she was so filled with spurting cum it was literally pouring out of her pussy onto my bed.
My entire bedroom was roasting with the heat of so many naked young bodies doing so many filthy sexual things, and it smelled like cum and sweat and, well, tuna fish, believe it or not.
I guess that cliche was true.
And Patty's well-endowed sister Becky was going to town as well.
As soon as another boy took Roger's place as our watch-guard, he'd walked in and discovered a very eager 5th-grade girl, Becky, aroused beyond belief by sucking so many dicks as a warm-up.
She'd pulled him down on top of her on my loop rug, then immediately took his cock into her slickened pussy.
The whole room listened to them fucking, Becky's groans even louder than my own sister's, her filthy urgings for the boy to fuck her cunt harder and deeper and faster getting everyone's attention.
Needless to say, she got all the sex she wanted, my turn at fucking her on the loop rug probably her fourth or fifth of that late afternoon. And her hot 5th-grader's pussy was so wet and juicy and tight, it literally squeezed the cum right out of my dick the second she came.
Anyway…
When five o'clock suddenly rolled around, my alarm clock signaling the end of our first sex party, my sister and I jumped up in near-panic, turned on the lights and got everybody rushing around with us.
It was then, with only an hour or so left before our parents got home, that we realized there was a lot more mess to clean up than we'd planned for.
“Your sheet and mattress pad are soaking wet,” Margie said, hurriedly stripping it off the bed. “And it all leaked through, so even your mattress is soaked with cum! And your rug! And somebody fucked on your pillows, so they're soaked, too.”
Becky, it turned out, had used every available surface in the dark to fuck or suck on, including my desk chair, her pussy spilling not only her own overflowing juices but a trail of cum wherever she went.
I just shook my head.
All of the kids were kind of shuffling around, a little embarrassed at their various stages of nudity when the lights came on, but I managed to get their attention by clapping my hands loudly.
“Hey, gang,” I said to them, proud of what my kid sister and I had accomplished so quickly, but nonetheless worried about what'd happen if we got caught. “Please listen up.”
And as soon as I had their attention:
“This will seem like you're home with your parents, because I'm telling you, not asking you, and I apologize, but 'Billy Goat' Budd will back me up on this, I know.”
I glanced to him. “Right?”
“Right.”
“So the second rule of Sex Club is: laundry, and a lot of it.”
So it wasn't all just sex and games. But it was definitely worth it.
And Margie told me, “At our next sex party, I want to take one boy's dick in my pussy, one in my mouth and one in my asshole at the same time. I'm pretty sure I could handle it.”
To which Patty laughed and said, “Count me in for that!”
“Me, too,” Becky raised her hand. “I'd try it. But I think we're going to need some more boys. I know some good-looking 5th grader guys who would probably love to fuck us all.”
“Then we need some more girls, too,” 12-year-old Mike suggested. “Danielle with the big boobs probably knows some sex-crazed young girls, just like her…”
“Excellent,” was what I said. “Perfect.”
Because something I'd said earlier, just throwing it out there, was suddenly all I could think of.
It was a simple term I remembered hearing in one class or another, or on the Internet, or from somewhere, but it suddenly made perfect sense to me, the motto for all time, and the rule that was more important than the other rules we'd ever put together for our start-up little club.
Rule number three for Sex Club: the more the merrier.
We were on our way, all right.