Anonymous: The Club, v3-4

He looked down between their slightly separated bodies and saw the exciting proximity of their sex-parts. With her hands guiding, he lowered his hips, and found that his stiff little tool slid easily deep into her hungry hole, bringing their pelvises tightly together in the age-old position of marital coitus.

Driven by primitive urges beyond his conscious control, the boy began pumping up and down upon her, his little piston stroking automatically within her loving cylinder. His arms surrounded her in a gesture of affection while supporting some of his weight, and his lips sought out hers to seal their togetherness with a long impassioned kiss that welded them into one in their mutual giving and receiving. To hold him even more securely to her, the girl wrapped her chubby little legs around his hips, her back bent almost double to get a good grip with her ankles locked together.

The view from directly at their feet was fascinating indeed. It presented a moving writhing mass of rounded hairless pink flesh, composed of a cute girlish bottom, bent and stretched so that her little asshole was exposed, and between the plump thighs pounded a tensed compressed boyish bottom with stretched out straining thighs. And at the center of this picture, all hot and pink and korking, could be seen a tiny stiff little prick pumping in and out of a hairless hot little pussy whose firm lips spread and rubbed lovingly along the little moving shaft which penetrated the little hole.

After some time at this phase of their acrobatics, the girl remembered that part of her duties was to introduce her partner into the possibilities of enjoying the rear entrance, either male or female, for his sexual uses. He was so engrossed in his present pleasures, that she had to bite his searching tongue quite sharply to bring him back to reality, and when she did, he raised his head and looked at her questioningly. She gently lowered her legs and thrust him off her panting heated body. When he started to protest, she indicated that this was not the end — there was at least one more act to follow, so he reluctantly agreed to cooperate.

Once free of his weight and body, she rolled over on her tummy, her legs slightly spread, and pointed for him to mount her in this position. He finally understood and knelt behind her between her legs, his little tool jutting proudly out in front of him. But now there came problems, for the deep crease between her round buttocks was an effective barrier for his short weapon. The girl hunched up her hips from the table a little, and then, resting her weight on her chest, she used her hands to spread the firm round hemispheres of her ass cheeks, revealing and exposing the tight button of her anus all pink and puckered at the bottom of the deep groove.

The boy got the message, and while she held all in readiness, he slowly eased himself down into that delightful nook, pressing aside and crushing away the wonderfully smooth soft round bulwark of her buttocks. At first there was resistance when he hit the target with his little lance, but his fervent pressure and her wiggling acceptance soon pierced that barrier and he achieved partial admission into her little bowel.

Now she could relax her hips back down onto the table and concentrate her efforts toward giving him the best she could offer in this manner of copulation. When he rhythmically drove his spear into her, she tried to relax her sphincter so that he could get fullest penetration. And on the withdrawal stroke, she clenched her anus, holding as much of his dickey within her as possible.

By squirming writhing motions of her whole pelvis the girl could impart added thrills not only to the little prick of her lover, but also to both their entire bodies, and she performed these maneuvers as thoroughly as possible without endangering the more or less precarious connection between them due to the shortness of his dickey.

Again the view from the bottom was one to captivate the eye of a connoisseur and artist, to see two round little bottoms squirming and pounding, one pressing down tightly on the other, while four youthful legs stretched out into the foreground in moving tensing throes of pagan abandon to sensual pleasure.

By now the boy was in a quandary, for he knew that his grandfather would want him to make at least a preliminary decision as to his preferences in sexual conduct on the basis of his present experience. But so much had happened and it had all been so new and so wonderful that he could not make any valid decision without knowing more and taking time to think things over. But he couldn't keep all these grown-ups waiting while he made up his mind. The very thought of their annoyance at being kept waiting, began to cool the ardor of his passion, and he rolled off his cute little girl partner and sat up on the edge of the table.

To his surprise, both his father and his grandfather, with their boy-partners, had disappeared from the center-floor stage, and all eyes in the audience had been concentrated on the two children for some time. Most children would have been embarrassed into paralysis by such a situation under any circumstances, but the young boy showed the stuff he was made of. He stood up on the table, stark naked and with his little erection sticking out grandly before him and announced:

“I know I'm supposed to decide something after what has happened here tonight. However I think I need more information and more experience before I can really be expected to have an opinion that means anything. For this reason I am going to reserve decision until a later date. For now I am going to take my delightful partner and leave you to your own pleasures. We will pursue our experiments in private where we will not waste your time with things which you already know. Good night, Gentlemen. Come on, MY Love!”