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                    11- Come on, Eileen


If I was going to nail one of these cuties, I figured I would pick out the 
nicest one I could. With great difficulty I tried focusing on individual 
girls. Like a child in a candy store I couldn't make up my mind. There was so 
much to look at I was getting sensory overload. They were all so pretty, and 
knowing that I could have any one of them made me dizzy. Except for the 
twins, every girl had some breast development. A few of the girls were just 
getting started, while some were remarkably well along. They ranged in age 
from ten to twelve, with most, like Mindy, at eleven. It was fascinating to 
see how girls so close together in age were developing at different rates. 
You could sort of tell which ones were likely to have big breasts when they 
were grown up. All of a sudden I spotted a girl who looked like she was ready 
for motherhood. Her tits were much larger than those of the others and she 
had a neat, little mat of hair between her legs. I wondered how she had got 
into the group. She was attractive but definitely older than the other girls.

Sandy leaned toward me as we walked to the pool. "Stay on the edge. It's a 
simple game and you'll quickly see how it works. We often do this, especially 
when we have this many sets. It's a good way  to get started."

"I see. That girl looks much older than the rest. What's the story on her?"

"Oh. You mean the girl with the large breasts?"

"Yeah. She looks like she doesn't belong."

"That's Amanda Ford. She's almost fourteen and this will be her last time 
with us. We discourage girls of thirteen from coming around and we forbid 
girls of fourteen or more from the group."

By now the girls were all out in the middle of the pool, laughing, squealing 
and splashing each other. The music became a little louder and several of 
them began swaying back and forth, performing an impromptu dance. They were 
keeping  time to the music's slow, sensuous beat, and every so often they'd 
bump their hips off each other. I don't know if the girls realized it but 
they were putting on a provocative show. I kid you not. These youngsters were 
easily able to capture the attention of any man. If you think girls that age 
are too young to be sexy, all I can say is, 'you had to be there'.  I tried 
to find Paige Hannon but she must have been on the other side of the crowd. 
Apparently Mindy had been briefed on what to expect because she was right out 
there with them laughing and splashing.  I'd never seen anything like it.

Sandy continued. "This is kind of an ice breaker. Everyone gets to see you 
and Mindy up close, and you two get to see everyone else. That little Vanessa 
you were just playing with, and her father, will be leaving. He's up at the 
house now, using the telephone. I'm sorry, but he was called away on 
business."

Damn. I wouldn't be fooling around with my candy girl tonight.

The men strung themselves out in a rough circle, around the girls. We were 
going to play  Stretch Ball. I could have guessed. It started out slow. The 
men began tossing the ball to each other across the pool. Each throw was high 
enough so that no girl could intercept it. Nonetheless they tried, and I got 
to enjoy the sight of all those lovely, nude girls, coming out of the water 
like porpoises. When the ball came my way, I lofted it so high that only a 
giraffe would have any hope of touching it.

Sandy was just full of advice. "Don't throw it too high, Jack. One of the 
girls has to catch it. That's how you pick your partner for the evening."




Of course I'd already figured this out, but my enthusiasm was getting the 
better of me. I felt like a school boy. The other men did not share my 
problem because their throws were getting lower and lower. It 
wouldn't be long before one of the girls could intercept the ball. Some of 
the men, when tossing the ball, would call out the name of a particular girl. 
It looked like a kid's game but there was nothing childish 
about the outcome. The girls all knew this, of course, and I could see it was 
feeding their excitement. Soon, one of them would be the first to go.

Breaking the rhythm, one of the men threw a slow,  high, looper that came 
down right in the middle of the mass of girls. Everyone knew that this ball 
was meant to be caught and there was a soft chorus of  'Ohhh' as the ball 
floated down. Well, it was caught and the girls went silent. The crowd parted 
and Mindy came out, triumphantly holding the ball above her head and grinning 
from ear to ear.

She stood at the edge of the group of girls and the man who had thrown the 
toss came over to her. Wearing a proud smile, he took the ball and flipped it 
over his head toward another man. At the same time he took Mindy by the hand 
and led her to the edge of the pool. Jumping up first, he pulled her by the 
hand out of the water. Mindy obediently went with him as his arm went around 
her shoulders. While they were walking away, Mindy turned and looked at me 
for a moment and our eyes locked together. She had the strangest expression 
on her face I'd ever seen. Then she turned away. As they neared the trees, 
and just before they went out of sight, I saw the man lower his arm and put 
his hand on my daughter's ass. I was not to see Mindy again until breakfast 
the next morning.

Gradually it dawned on me how quiet it had become and that everyone was 
watching me. They all knew I was Mindy's father and they were waiting for my 
reaction. They still weren't sure if I was serious about joining their game. 
No doubt on other occasions like this, newcomer fathers had not behaved 
graciously. I could understand how this might be but I held my peace.

Sandy leaned over again to speak.  "Don't worry, Jack. Paul Tracy is one of 
the nicest men I've ever known. He's been with us a long time. Mindy is in 
good hands. Paul's oldest daughter left us last year and now  he's here with 
her younger sister, Eileen.  That's her there, with her hair in braids. Isn't 
she lovely ?"

I followed Sandy's gaze to a tall, lanky girl with long hair. She had it 
braided and the braids hung way down below her shoulders. When her hair was 
loose, it must have come down even lower. Early on she had come to my 
attention because I was fascinated by the way her braids kept whipping around 
her ass, whenever she jumped out of the water. Now I took a closer look. 

Her breasts were small, but the dark circles of her overlarge nipples just 
naturally drew your eyes to them. Like the others, she was about eleven or 
twelve and it looked like when she was full grown, her tits would be big and 
heavy. The girl had a curvy, seductive figure, with spreading hips that 
accented her thin waist. In particular, I liked the way her thighs flowed up 
into her body, forming a graceful, vee shaped frame for her hairless cunt.

What really grabbed your attention, though, was her face. She had heavy, dark 
eye brows that matched her jet black hair. They went well with her full lips, 
and she wore a brooding, sullen look that was very sexy. Apparently she 
didn't get much sun because her skin almost glowed with whiteness. The 
contrast between her black hair, dark looking features and her creamy, white 
skin was striking. It was easy to imagine some ancient Celtic prince going to 
war in order to possess a raven haired colleen like her.

Now, I'd been admiring the little ladies ever since Sandy brought me to the 
pool. They were all delightful, but this one seemed to suddenly stand out. As 
we made eye contact, something wild occurred to me. This girl was special. I 
wanted to own her, to put my mark on her in some way so as to keep the other 
men away. 
There was something about this girl that set her apart from the others. It 
seemed to me that nothing less would do than to make her pregnant! As young 
as she was I wanted to give her a baby. For the first time that day, I got an 
erection. Oh I'd had a couple of false starts here and there, but  I'd been 
trying to keep 
myself under control.

This time I let go and sprouted a fully erect, ready-for-business hard-on. A 
king-sized boner, as Mindy would have called it. A few of the men had already 
done it and nobody seemed to mind. As crude as it sounds, in that setting it 
was a natural thing to do.

You would have thought that a girl her age would be embarrassed to see a 
grown man get an erection, especially knowing that it was directed at her. 
Instead, she held her ground and just stared at me with a saucy, defiant look 
in her eyes that nearly drove me crazy. Every few seconds her gaze would 
sweep 
down to my erection and then she'd look back into my eyes. I kept staring 
back, with my steel hard cock swaying out in front of me. A blind man could 
have seen what was happening. She was sizing me up, I was sizing her up, and 
we both seemed to like what we saw. It wasn't that we were doing something 
the others in the group hadn't already done, but I think we drew it out 
longer than was comfortable for them. A few of the girls actually turned away 
and I could sense that even some of the men were becoming restless. 

Somewhere on the other side of the pool a man let out a shout and then heaved 
the ball in my direction. I batted it back over the heads of the remaining 
girls and drew a cheer. The spell was broken, but Eileen and I kept watching 
each other. The girls went back to squealing and jumping, but a definite 
change had come over the dark-eyed beauty. She didn't play with the same 
enthusiasm as the others.

The men also resumed calling the girls by name. While throwing the ball back 
and forth and clapping their hands, more men were now shouting to various 
girls, encouraging them to catch the ball. There seemed to be more urgency to 
the game than  I'd noticed before.  Nobody called out Eileen's name, though, 
and nobody threw the ball at her.

More men were growing erections, too and I could see a corresponding increase 
in the excitement of the girls. They really liked this kind of attention. 
Whenever one of the girls realized that a sexually aroused man was focusing 
on her, she became much more agitated. At one point, two men with erections 
zeroed in on the same girl. She almost went nuts.

 It was like a primitive, prehistoric mating ritual. What I'm describing may 
sound like wild, improbable fantasy to you, but it really did happen this 
way. 

Some of the men grew erections but would not call a  girl's name. When the 
girls saw this, they would hold a quick consultation, talking and gesturing 
amongst themselves while trying to figure out who had been nominated. One or 
another girl would be pushed forward and the man would show in some way 
whether or not she was his choice. Once they learned who the candidate was, 
the girls would splash water on her and try to push her out of the group 
toward the man. The girl would fight like hell to stay with her comrades. 
These mock expulsions only made the game more amusing. All of us, men and 
girls, were having the time of our lives.

More and more, the girls were running around like giddy fools, while every  
man's cock showed at least some sign of arousal. It was beginning to look 
like a stiff prick contest. During all this the ball kept flying over the 
heads of the girls, coming lower and lower. I lobbed the ball right at one 
girl, the fourteen year-old with the big tits,  just to see what would 
happen. She saw it coming, turned her back to me, leaned 
forward and expertly bounced the ball off her ass. 

The guy next to me, Gene something or other, explained.  "She  bumped you, 
Jack. She doesn't want you to throw it to her."

I was surprised. "Can she do that?"

"She sure can. They all can. It means  she's not interested in you . . . I 
suspect you'll get the same treatment from all of them."

It sounded like the party was over as far as I was concerned. Had I violated 
some unspoken rule?  "So, what happens now? Do I have to leave?"

Gene laughed at my discomfort. "No.  Nothing like that.  It's just that you 
and Eileen seem to have an understanding. The other girls don't want to 
interfere."

So that was it. Not that I minded being paired up with Miss dark eyes, but it 
sort of deflated me to learn that my choice of partners for the night had 
been made for me. "Oh, I see. So what's my next move?"

"Well, you can stay here if you like, but I'm pretty sure none of the other 
girls will go with you.  They're waiting for you to pick Eileen . . . She's 
very sweet, Jack. You'll probably fall in love with her."

While this discussion was going on, the game continued. In short order, two 
more girls caught the ball and were led away into the trees. The second catch 
drew a round of applause from the girls but I never did learn why. Apparently 
there was some special significance about that girl going with that man. With 
a thinner crowd, I was able to keep track of Paige Hannon. She was so 
succulent it almost hurt your eyes to look at her. What would she be like in 
two or three years? 

For some reason I didn't want to walk away with any girl while the others 
stood around and watched. I stayed in the water, occasionally tossing the 
ball, but not throwing at any girl in particular. The Stretch game had gone 
on a little too long and the men were now tossing balls that anyone could 
catch. They wanted to end it and get on with the fun. Three more girls were 
eliminated in less than a minute. One girl dropped the ball but the men ruled 
it a fair catch anyway, and she was off to the woods. With only four girls 
remaining, most of the excitement, and mystery, were gone. It didn't take a 
genius to figure out how it was going to end. We stopped throwing the ball 
and drifted in toward the girls. It was like closing time at a cowboy bar. 
Nobody wanted to go home alone.

I found myself walking away from the pool with Eileen Tracy. Everyone else 
had gone and left the two of us standing there. I guess that's how it was 
done in the FDA.

I didn't know where to take the girl. There was no one around to ask. My 
lovely advisor, Sandy Pelham, had disappeared not long after Mindy departed. 
There was a point when I turned to ask her a question, and Miss Jiminy 
Cricket was gone. Now, here I was on my own, with a girl I didn't know and no 
idea where to go. For a moment the arrangement seemed silly. Was I really 
going on a date with a 12-year-old girl? I mean, she was a luscious, little 
number and we weren't going to just hold hands, but I was old enough to be 
her father. 

As we walked away I casually let my arm go around her shoulders. It was more 
a gesture of friendship to my young companion than anything else. As soon as 
I did though, she leaned her naked flank into me and I was quickly 
transported back to fantasy land. To suddenly feel all that young, female 
flesh up against mine made a big difference in my attitude. Knowing that this 
lovely, young creature was going to spread her legs for me sent me off on an 
emotional rocket ship ride. My pecker had retreated because of the chill of 
the water. Now it sprang to life. It bobbed and bounced in front of me as we 
walked. Eileen reached over to touch it and I returned the favor by clamping 
my hand on her ass. I remembered that her father had done the same thing to 
Mindy, and I wondered what those two were doing now. Oh, well. More and more 
Eileen seemed like a fair trade to me. In fact I might even have had a slight 
advantage.

Fortunately, Eileen knew where to go. She led us to a tent that I never would 
have found. It was getting dark so we made it just in time. The mosquitoes 
were beginning to bite.




To this day it is a mystery to me what motivated Eileen that afternoon. I 
don't know if she wanted me because her father went with Mindy, or if she 
just saw something in me she liked. Whatever, she turned out to be a most 
passionate lover. I was pleasantly surprised that she could put on such a 
terrific display of emotion, but, of course, she did have a lot of 
experience. This was a lesson I kept learning as I sampled the other girls in 
the group, but I'm getting ahead of myself. Until now the only underage girls 
I'd had sex with were Mindy and Vanessa. I'd yet to discover just what my 
dark haired prize was capable of.

As we neared the tent, I couldn't hold back any longer. I stopped, pulled the 
girl into my arms and kissed her. It was a long, hard kiss with lots of 
tongue exercise. My hands roamed up and down Eileen's smooth back, always 
returning to home base at her ass. I had become fascinated with asses. The 
cheeks of her behind were as smooth and firm as any I'd yet to touch. It was 
driving me crazy to handle her this way. I kept reminding myself that I was 
doing this to a pretty, underage girl whom I hardly knew. Anywhere 
else but here and I could go to jail for what I was doing. She was enjoying 
herself, too;  because she was kissing back as hard as I was. This only 
excited me more. After awhile, her age didn't matter. I completely forgot 
where I was and who I was. My universe shrank to the ground we were standing 
on and the only two people alive were her and me.

She broke off the kiss, but stayed in my arms. In a whisper,  she spoke. " 
Let's go inside. It's much more comfortable in there."

Eileen was right, it was more comfortable. There was a bed, of course, a 
small table with two chairs, a pint sized refrigerator, a stereo sound system 
and the floor was covered by a soft carpet. It was compact but we had what we 
might need for a night of love. It  wouldn't be necessary to go up to the 
house until morning. The girl and I would not be disturbed. Indeed, who would 
come around?  I didn't know about Mr. & Mrs. Pelham but I assumed all the 
guests were doing what Eileen and I were doing.

The sight of a chair reminded me that  I'd been on my feet quite a while and 
I flopped down. Eileen walked over to the refrigerator and leaned over to 
look inside. Her pose allowed me to see up the crack of her very 
fine ass and I could even make out the lips of her sweet, little cunt. 
Apparently satisfied with what she saw, Eileen closed the door, straightened 
up and turned toward me. She was only a step or two away and I held out my 
hand to draw her in.

She came to stand before me and I put my hands on her tiny breasts. Eileen 
was watching me with that sullen look that I found so stimulating. It still 
seemed like I was in some kind of dream world. I had met this 
exciting,  junior adolescent only an hour ago and here I was, playing with 
her little tits, and getting ready to fuck her.

Her voice was so soft I almost didn't hear it. "Do you like them?"

What a question. "Oh, yes. You're lovely."

She was in a talkative mood. "Am I prettier than your daughter?"

I had to admit it was a close race. However, at the moment I was with Eileen, 
and not Mindy. "Yes, Eileen. You're the loveliest girl I've ever known."

With that, her arms went around my shoulders.  "What would you like?"

I thought she was offering to fetch something, only at the moment I had 
everything I wanted. "Nothing."

A faint smile crossed her lips. "I mean, what would you like me to do?"

Now I understood. With her experience, she was like some middle eastern, 
harem girl, ready to please. She wanted to know if there was a special sexual 
favor she could perform for me!

I slid my hands down to her hips. The kid must have been a mind reader 
because she went right to her knees. Then, with just the slightest pressure 
of my hand at the back of her head, she brought her face up to my cock. Her 
hands went out to grasp it and she leaned forward to take it into her mouth.

Bear with me a moment. Mindy had done for me what this girl was doing, but 
Mindy didn't know what this girl knew. Now I'm an average sized man and she 
was an averaged sized girl. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she was 
able to just close her lips around the tip of my cock, and that's about all. 
It was enough. She commenced to suck in a most delightful way. Eileen 
definitely knew what her tongue was for, too. It flicked and licked around 
the end of my prick,  like a snake, probing for its next meal. At the same 
time she grasped the lower part of my cock in her hand and began to stroke 
me. Her other hand cupped my ball sack and the fingers of this hand danced 
all around between my legs.  I sat there on the edge of the chair and fondled 
her breasts while she drew me into euphoria. 

My climax arrived long before I wanted. Eileen knew it was coming, too. My 
legs, indeed my whole body, stiffened and tensed with joy, and her mouth and 
hands gripped me tighter in anticipation. In quick succession I fired several 
large gobs of semen into her mouth. Her lovely, dark eyes were on mine as the 
fluid roared into her. I could see her throat muscles working as she 
swallowed. All of it didn't go down, though. Still sucking at me, some of my 
semen oozed out through her lips and dripped down her chin.

I couldn't resist. My hands went under her armpits and I drew the child up. 
As she rose, I pulled her close. Spreading her legs, she came to sit on my 
lap facing me. The warmth of her young girl body flowed right through me. She 
was so soft, and warm, and lovable. I nearly crushed her in my arms while 
stroking her. Like the other girls, Eileen was slender and lightly built. I 
don't think she weighed 100 pounds. I could have held her like that for a 
month without getting tired. Being this close to her made me realize how 
fragile she was.  Each knob of bone in her spine was a brief rest stop for my 
fingers, as they traveled up and down her deliciously smooth back. Our mouths 
came together and our tongues commenced to duel, vying for the 
right to pass through the other's lips. Some of my semen was still on her 
lips and inside her mouth. It had an odd, neutral taste, rather pleasant 
actually. Knowing what it was, and mixed with her saliva, I greedily sucked 
in and swallowed. We were mixing our body fluids, this love child and I. A 
bond was growing between us.

My brain didn't want to stop. I was experiencing paradise. What a sweet, 
lovable child she was. So smooth and soft. So warm and enticing. So friendly 
and eager to please.

My body sent me a different message. I had just gone through an electrifying 
orgasm. She actually sucked my semen out of me as it came flooding up from 
within. I was drained and there was a bit of an ache down, inside me. My body 
wanted to rest, but my brain was having too much fun for that.

She wasn't hardly finished, either. She kept squirming around, pressing into 
me. To help her along, my hand slipped down between her legs. Like the 
others, Eileen had not yet grown any hair between her legs. There was some 
dark fuzz, just above the mound of her cunt, but it was thin and hardly 
noticeable. Since her legs 
were spread apart over mine, it was easy to probe up inside her. She was all 
wet and sticky and hot and soft. I pushed two fingers into her and it calmed 
her down a bit. She kind of relaxed and lowered herself onto my hand. Her 
head turned sideways and she lay it down on my shoulder. I could both hear 
and feel her breath on me. 







So I was now exploring inside yet another underage girl's cunt. Keeping my 
two fingers inside her, I opened my hand. On either side of that small pussy 
mound I could massage and stroke the outer lips of her vagina. I pushed up 
into the place where her thighs and her cunt and her tight, little ass all 
came together, feeling the muscle and bone. When I closed my hand, squeezing 
her cunt lips against my fingers inside, it caused  her to suck her breath in 
and stiffen. It must have felt especially good to her. She rode up off my 
hand and slid up against my chest. I experimented a bit and found that by 
flexing my hand, I could work her up and down like a doll on a string.  
Eileen began sucking in her breath and drooling. It was dripping out her 
mouth onto my chest. She also began digging her fingers into my shoulders. 
Each time I squeezed she bolted upright and pressed herself into me.

I went on pleasing her this way for what seemed like forever, but it must 
have been only a few minutes.  Amazingly, my cock started to get hard again. 
I was heating up again before my last burst had even dried. She felt it, too. 
It started to creep up her belly.

It wasn't completely hard but I had enough stiffness to penetrate her. Once I 
did,  the feel of that twelve-year old cunt was enough to revive me. We did 
it with her sitting on me. We did it staring at each other. Again I was 
surprised to see a wanton, lewd expression on a child's face. She wanted to 
fuck as much as I did. Ever again, I remember thinking that no woman could be 
so sweet. My hand slipped down her backside to rummage around between the 
cheeks of her little ass. She was thin enough that I could actually reach 
between her legs and feel my cock shaft, working in and out of that hot, 
juicy orifice.

  My second blast of the evening was not as copious as the first. They having
come so close together. Even so it was worth the effort. The girl was
magnificent. She opened a whole, new category of fucking for me. I didn't
think I ever wanted to sleep with a woman again. I would spend the rest of my
life in the company of pre-teen girls. 


+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++






Birds do sing a lot in the morning. There must have been thousands of them 
outside, 
all chirping away. Eileen was lying awake, watching me. She smiled. "Jack?"

"What?"

"I'm hungry. Will you take me up to the house for breakfast?"

"Sure, but can I wash up, first?"

"Uh huh. There's an outdoor shower out back. There's usually hot water, too. 




  There were terry cloth robes in the tent. One man sized and one child
sized, in matching colors. Eileen was wearing hers. I was still naked. That
great little ass of hers was clearly outlined through the robe. Instead of
heading for the shower I caressed her thigh and behind through the material.
There being no objection, and with my cock already sending me a "Lets do it
again," message, I sort of sidled up to her. The robe had a cloth belt
holding it closed. Just a little tug and it slipped open. It was somewhat of
a shock to again see all that smooth, creamy white, girl flesh. Against the
background of the dark, blue robe she looked even whiter. I didn't want to
ever let her go. She was absolutely the sweetest thing I'd ever seen.

  My hands went around her hips to reexamine her ass and backside. I was 
getting to know every curve and depression. From the upper part of her
thighs, over the cheeks of her ass and up her back.

  Eileen was watching me with that same sullen look she'd given me in the
pool.
It was like she had stepped outside herself and was watching and enjoying 
what 
I was doing. I have to tell you that it unnerved me a bit. I could have 
handled a 
look like that from a woman, but from a twelve-year old girl it was just a 
little 
scary. Like she knew more than a child is supposed to know. Then it hit me. 
She did. This lovely, young girl was no more a virgin than I was.

Good. If she liked to fuck then we'd do it. The old fashioned way. As easy as
could be I rolled her on her back, crawled up on top and did it to her. It was quick,
and dirty. No magic. No romance. Just a quick, sweet fuck.


At the main house, someone had put out a buffet table of breakfast goodies. 
I settled for coffee and doughnuts. It was time to round up Mindy and get 
started for home. A few girls were standing around talking, and drinking 
orange juice. Outside, I could see two men walking up to the house.  
With everyone in clothes, it seemed different. Is that an odd thing to say?  
Of course it was different. Clothing created a barrier. Yesterday, in the 
pool, 
I would have had no reservations about fooling around with any of those
lovelies. Today, they seemed untouchable. We had all gone back to
our everyday roles. The party was over. Fantasyland was closed.

