Curt Aldrich: Little Beth _s boyfriends

Beth stared at him, her big eyes misty. White goo dribbled down her chin. She felt so good after her own climax – her first ever – that she didn't resent Pedro for shooting something into her mouth, shocking though it had been. The fluid hadn't tasted bad.

"Do me now!" Gary husked, clutching the prick that bristled from his lap. He pulled the foreskin back from its bulging head.

He kept rubbing Beth's pussy, causing her excitement to build anew. He had to push her head only a little to get her to bow and take the big, moist knob of his pecker into her mouth. Since his glans had been sheathed by his foreskin until just moments ago, its scent was stronger and its taste sharper than Pedro's had been. Beth sucked it and started bobbing her head.

Gary moaned, writhing on the sofa. His fingertip relentlessly rubbed Beth's little clit, making her hotter and hotter. She responded by sucking more ardently on his cock. Her brain swirled.

The man lurched. His cock geysered in Beth's mouth. She was treated to her second helping of warm, thick man-juice, spurting and splashing. She swallowed it as fast as she could.

This time she received no climax. She wiggled her hot little bottom against the couch.

Gabe took over, rubbing her clit and her titties. She bowed to his lap.

The other men watched, staring in wordless fascination as the twelve-year-old virgin, totally innocent until just minutes before, eagerly sucked her third prick of the afternoon. Gabe's balls churned. He stabbed his long, skinny cock upward into the soft, moist circle of the child's lips. He jerked.

Just as he let go, Beth had her second climax, and it seemed like a bomb going off inside her. But instead of destruction, it produced a wonderful warm relaxation which seeped through every cell of her body. She swallowed Gabe's cum, and raised a wet face.

"Didn't we make you feel good?" Gary asked, smiling at her.

"Yesssss," Beth said softly, her voice a bit hoarse. Her throat was sore from all the fast gulping she had done.

"Now why don't you pick up your dollies and go back to the beach?" Gary suggested as he drew up the top of her swimsuit. "And don't tell anybody what happened – not even your sister. That will be our little secret – okay?"

"I guess so," Beth said.

As she left the apartment, her brain still light and a little woozy, Gary said, "We'll see you again."

"Yeah, we sure will!" echoed Pedro.

Gabe remained silent all through the episode.

"Where in the world have you been?" Cathy demanded when her baby sister returned to the spot on the beach where Cathy had left her.

"I just went to get a Coke," Beth responded.

She wanted to tell Cathy what had happened, because it had been so strange and exciting. But she was afraid, not only because the man had told her not to talk about it but because she knew Cathy would chew her out. And if it ever got back to her mother – wow!

It had been wrong, Beth supposed. But she didn't exactly understand why, since it hadn't hurt her and it had felt very good.

She would have to remain silent, even though she was bursting with the news.

"Hey, are you all right?" Cathy asked. "You look funny."

Beth blushed. "Funny how?"

"I don't know. Well, come on. We've got to get home."

Beth thought about the strange, wild happening all the way home on the bus. Did other girls do what she had done, she wondered. How about Cathy? Did she suck that lifeguard's cock?

Beth knew there was more to sex than what had happened to her: there was fucking. That meant the guy stuck his thing into the girl. Beth had heard about that, and she assumed that was what Cathy let the lifeguard do to her in his tent. The thought of it had always frightened and repelled Beth.

Sucking was something she hadn't heard about, and it had come as a surprise. So had the good feelings she'd gotten when Gary and his friends had rubbed her between the legs. That rubbing had been wonderful – much more exciting than when she had rubbed herself. It must have been because she'd had a man's cock in her mouth at the same time, Beth decided.

When the men had shot their stuff into her mouth, even that had been good, though she supposed it was dirty. She wondered if she would get sick from it. Her stomach felt all right so far.

In fact, she felt very good all over.

Beth's mother and father went out that evening. Cathy watched TV and talked on the telephone, perhaps to the lifeguard. She didn't tell Beth.

The twelve-year-old went to bed early, but she couldn't fall asleep. She kept thinking about what had happened to her that day. Despite her doubts and vague fears, she wanted it to happen again.

The men had told her they would see her again, and she was looking forward to it.

She still lay awake at around midnight when she heard her mother and father arrive home. Her mother was laughing in the funny way she always did when she had been drinking. Beth's father joined in, but he was never as loud.

They stayed downstairs a long time, and Beth thought they were drinking some more. She wondered if they also were fooling around.

She got a giddy desire to creep down the stairs and spy on them. She'd never done that, though she had been curious many times.

Tonight she would do it, she decided.

She climbed quietly out of bed and tiptoed out to the hall. Cathy's door was shut. Beth could hear her parents' voices from the living room, loudly enough so that she could make out what they were saying.

"Joe, you devil!" Beth's mother playfully protested, laughing. "Stop that!"

"Come on, Marcella, you know you like it," Joe responded with a chuckle. "It makes you feel wicked when I pull your dress up."

"And what makes you think I like feeling wicked?" Marcella challenged.

"I can tell," Joe said confidently.

Excited, Beth made her way carefully down the stairs, so as not to be heard. Finally she was able to peek into the living room. She felt safe because she was above her parents' line of vision, unless they were to glance up in her direction. Beth didn't consider that likely, because they seemed too interested in each other.

Beth's mother had her back turned toward the stairs, and Beth's father was embracing her while he held her dress up around her middle, along with her lacy slip. Her plump bottom was exposed, in blue panties with a white lace trim. She wasn't wearing pantyhose that night, but garters and stockings.

Beth watched her father stroke and pat her mother's bottom through the thin nylon that clung to its opulent curves. The crack between her mother's buttocks showed hazily through her sheer pants.

"Joe, you're getting me all excited!" she said, and kissed the tall, sandy-haired man on the neck. Joe was a handsome forty-year-old, whose age showed only in a slight receding of his hairline and a bit of a paunch.

"That's just how I want you to get," Joe said, continuing to pat his wife's bottom. "Real excited."

"Well, why don't we go to bed?" red-haired Marcella inquired, writhing gently against him.

"Because you always get more turned on in the living room."

"But that's the trouble. What about the children?"

Beth moved quickly back out of sight.

"They're sound asleep," Joe said.

"Oooooo!" Marcella breathed excitedly. "Don't pull my panties down!"

"No? Well, just how am I going to fuck you with your pants on, hmmm?"

A strange thrill went through Beth. That was the first time she had ever heard her father say "fuck".

"You're nasty!" Marcella said, and laughed.

Beth crept farther down the stairs so that she could watch once more. Her father had lowered her mother's panties just enough to expose her white, fleshy buttocks. He was stroking a finger up and down the crack between her satiny rear cheeks.