Date: Sun, 29 Apr 2007 11:36:57 +1200 (NZST)
From: Katherine Starke <katherine.starke@yahoo.co.nz>
Subject: Gilly Beans (Part Two)

Little changed in the next few months, although Ben and I were finding it
increasingly difficult to meet for sex at home, as our younger brother Alex
was growing suspicious of our efforts to be alone together. Without knowing
why, he had become aware that we were sharing a secret, and when we refused
to acknowledge this, he began following us if he thought we were
endeavouring to be on our own. As a consequence, and contrary to Ben's
preference, meetings at Robert's home soon became a weekly occurrence.

Our meetings were something I eagerly anticipated all week, for not only
did they give Ben and me an opportunity to have sex together without fear
of detection, but also having him and Robert in turn was especially
thrilling. The secret of Robert's inventiveness was revealed when he
admitted that an aunt had seduced him almost a year previously, although to
my disappointment he was reluctant to divulge many details. Ben swiftly
learnt that Robert's dexterity with tongue, lips and fingers added
immeasurably to my pleasure, and he was quick to imitate his friend. The
slight soreness in my little cunt that I had experienced following our
first session was not repeated, and within weeks I found my crevice was
becoming wet more freely. Although I had yet to develop hair on my little
mound, the lips of my pussy had become plumper and my slit quite
pronounced, and my budding breasts were now more prominent, and even showed
beneath my school uniform.

As my eleventh birthday approached, I resumed my entreaties to Ben to allow
for a meeting with him, Robert, and his other two friends, and eventually
he reluctantly agreed to my pleas to make it a birthday treat. However
rather than going to his older girlfriend's house, which I thought would
add to the excitement, it was arranged that the other two would come home
on the bus with Ben and Robert, and meet me at Robert's home. On the day, I
wore a clean blouse and a pair of my newest panties, and smuggled to school
a part-empty bottle of my mother's perfume. I was trembling with
anticipation when I saw the college bus coming up the Main Road, and could
barely breathe from excitement as I watched Ben, Robert, Tim and Patrick
file down the steps of the bus. Robert and Ben linked arms with me and the
other two followed behind as we walked to Robert's home and made our way to
his bedroom. Robert left the room, returning with some towels as the rest
of us began to undress. We were soon naked, and I gazed in fascinated
delight at the four erect cocks before me. At Ben's urging, I knelt and
sucked on each in turn. Patrick and Tim were as different as Ben and
Robert; like Robert, Patrick was not circumcised, and had a dusting of fine
red hairs on his tight balls and around the base of his pale cock, which
was slim like Robert's, but less long, and had a musky taste. Tim's cock
was less thick than Ben's, about the same length, but had a large,
plum-like knob. He was older, and slightly taller than the others, and had
heavier balls and more hair around his cock than the others. He too had a
musky taste, but less strong than Patrick's.

After I had sucked them all I was assisted onto the bed to lie across it
with my knees drawn back and hips just clear of the edge, with a towel
beneath me. The boys each turned over a card from a pack, to see who would
be first with me. I had been rubbing myself in my excitement as I sucked
them, and knew that I was wet and open. Robert drew the highest card and
was quickly positioning himself before me to guide his long, thin cock to
my waiting hole. Unlike our previous meetings, he paid only cursory
attention to my breasts and the sensitive spot in my slit, instead fucking
me briskly before spurting into me and withdrawing. Tim quickly moved to
take his place, his big plum-like knob stretching my opening before it
popped inside. He too fucked me vigorously, and I could feel his big knob
pumping in my tight pussy like a piston before he too was before spurting
inside me and withdrawing.

Tim had barely moved away from me when Patrick was feeding his slender pale
cock into me. He seemed fascinated by the manner in which my little nipples
had swollen and grown hard, and his playing with them as he fucked me
finally brought me to a heaving climax before he added his spunk to the
loads already deposited inside me. Even before he too pulled out of me, I
could feel the spunk trickling down the crack of my buttocks and wetting
the towel beneath me. Ben quickly took Patrick's place to ease his
familiar, sturdy tool into my sopping cleft. As he began to thrust into me,
Tim climbed onto the bed to straddle my chest and offer his still-hard cock
to my lips. His big knob was drooling pearls of clear liquid which dripped
onto my chin before I opened my mouth wide to suck on his end. Ben was
still pumping me, his cock squelching noisily, when I felt Tim's cock swell
in my mouth and a surge of salty liquid spilled across my tongue. However
he kept his stiff cock in my mouth, moving it gently back and forth as I
sucked on him happily.

I felt Ben spurting inside me, felt him pull out of me. My empty pussy felt
hot and tender, but my thighs and buttocks felt wet and cold. I felt a
towel between my thighs, gently wiping me dry. Tim lifted off me and as his
cock slipped from my mouth and he moved away to kneel beside me on the bed,
I saw that my dear Robert was carefully patting the spunk from my thighs
and buttocks. As soon as he completed cleaning me off I was urged to roll
over and turn around, kneeling up on the bed. Tim was behind me, his big
knob bumping against my slim thighs even as I was turning about, and no
sooner was I in position than his fingers were between my buttocks,
spreading my little pussy lips and guiding his blunt tip to my
opening. Without finesse he pushed into me, stretching my small hole wide
as he bulldozed up into me. No sooner was he up me than Patrick was
climbing onto the bed to kneel before me, presenting his cock to my lips
for me to suck.

I gobbled on Patrick's slim cock enthusiastically as Tim's big cock surged
back and forth in my small hole, delighting in seeing Ben and Robert
stroking their stiff cocks as they stood beside the bed watching us. Being
watched added hugely to my excitement, and I had a number of small climaxes
as the boys changed places and each had me in turn. When each had taken
their turn, Tim, who was still hard, rolled me onto my back and mounted me
for a third time. My little cunt was tender, but of course Tim was unaware
of this as he fucked me vigorously. With each thrust his cock was forcing
spunk from my hole to run down the crack of my buttocks, soaking the towel
beneath me. When he finally spurted a last load of spunk in me and pulled
out I was exhausted, and my little channel felt stretched and sore. Ben and
Robert helped me to sit up, offering me a glass of cold lemonade to drink
as Tim and Patrick dressed and left to catch a bus home. Robert's bedroom
smelt strongly of sex, and he opened the windows wide to air the room as he
and Ben helped me down the hall to the bathroom, so that I could take a
shower. I seemed to be covered with spunk, both wet and dried, but the
shower helped invigorate me as well as clean me, and as the boys towelled
me dry, I was elated, if sore, from my session with them. I had had four
cocks up me a total of nine times, had sucked each of the boys twice, and
Tim and Patrick had both spunked in my mouth as well. However I found that
being watched as I was sucking cocks and being fucked had added a
surprising dimension to my pleasure, and now my erotic nighttime dreams
included incidents of being watched while having sex.

My desire to experience sex with multiple partners was at least temporarily
sated. I was not sorry that I had done it, but my poor little cunt was
tender for some days, so that I could not even use my hairbrush to give
myself the pre-sleep climax to which I was accustomed each night. However
in a few days I was able to resume physical activity with Ben and Robert in
our usual mid-week afternoon meeting at Robert's home. Robert always paid
attention to ensuring my maximum pleasure from our meetings, for which I
loved him. His stimulation of my tight little arse with a finger was not
only a usual accompaniment to being fucked by him, but was by now both
accepted and welcomed. He began during our sessions to talk with Ben and me
about anal sex, "bum fucking" as he called it. Both Ben and I were
fascinated by the concept, and although Robert became vague when queried on
his knowledge of it, we accepted that it must have been something he had
experienced with his aunt. However Ben, always protective of me, was
staunchly adamant that even in the absence of another willing partner to
experiment with, it was something that he would not allow me to participate
in, saying I was too young. To be honest, although the thought of anal sex
fascinated me, I had probed my tight little hole with a finger, and could
not imagine that it might expand sufficiently to accommodate even a slender
cock.

Later that year, six or seven months after my birthday, Ben joined the Sea
Scouts. Not only were his Saturdays occupied in his new interest, but also
so were his Wednesday afternoons and evenings. Robert and I began to meet
at his home every Wednesday afternoon, and although initially it seemed
strange for the two of us having sex without Ben either waiting or joining
in, Robert's constant attentiveness to my pleasure compensated for Ben's
absence. Almost invariably, Robert would raise the subject of anal sex, and
one afternoon, after he had used lips, tongue, fingers and cock to provide
me with multiple climaxes, I agreed to allow him to attempt an anal entry.

As always, he approached the task with his usual attentiveness, first
licking around my tight puckered anus, and then probing it with his tongue
as I knelt before him, which I found most stimulating. Finally, he produced
a jar of some kind of thick oily salve, which he worked into my hole with
one finger before spreading it over his long, slender cock. I hunched my
back, pressing my face into the eiderdown as Robert moved in behind me, his
tip brushing the backs of my thighs. His hand came between us and I felt
him guide the blunt tip of his cock to my pursed hole. As he pressed
forward the pressure from his knob lodged against my rear opening grew
alarmingly, but he seemed unable to gain an entry. I told him it was not
going to go in, but he laughed, urging me to relax. Reaching under me with
both hands he suddenly tweaked my small but sensitive nipples, still
swollen from his earlier stimulation. I gave a start, part surprise and
part pleasure, and suddenly his knob was lodged within me. There was no
real pain as such, but a surprising feeling of fullness, prickling
distension, and being terribly stretched. I tried to tell Robert he was too
big, but he laughed again, telling me that being fucked in the bum was just
like having a shit. Taking a hand from one breast he felt down under my
belly between my thighs to rub the sensitive spot in my slit. His
stimulation made me wriggle and push back at him, working his slender cock
into my bum in spite of myself.

Once he was deep in my bum Robert began a slow and gentle in and out
motion, gradually increasing the length of his strokes, all the time
hunched over my back to stimulate my slit. To my agreeable surprise, while
the feeling of fullness in my bottom remained, the discomfort of feeling
unnaturally stretched soon passed and I began to enjoy the feeling of his
cock working back and forth in my bum. Robert continued to stimulate my
slit and breasts, and I soon felt the familiar tension in my belly that
heralded the approach of a climax. I began to work my hips harder, pushing
back to meet Robert's thrusts, until we were bucking and jerking together
in climax. As we slowed, Robert released me and I slid forward onto the bed
with him on top of me. We lay like that for several minutes until his cock
shrank and slipped out of me. I was disappointed that I hadn't felt Robert
spunk in me, although he assured me that he had. I was elated that I had
been fucked in both holes, and had enjoyed it; the novelty of using my bum
for a purpose other than that which I considered normal, adding a new
dimension.

I was careful to avoid telling Ben about my initiation to anal sex, as I
knew he would not approve, but it became a frequent variation in the sex
that Robert and I practised on most Wednesday afternoons. The following
weeks and months were idyllic; I was growing rapidly, gaining both height
and developing a figure, and with Robert I was enjoying regular sex. Ben
and I were able to snatch only rare occasions to be together alone at home,
but we managed an afternoon meeting with Robert at his home every two or
three weeks. It was a blissful period of my life; I was popular at school,
was achieving well both in the classroom and on the sports field, and my
early preoccupation with sexual matters was being catered to by my brother,
and more particularly his close friend. However fate was about to
intervene, and ways that would affect us all irrevocably, and which none of
us could have predicted.

Late that year my mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer, and was
admitted to hospital for an operation within a week. The operation was not
completely successful, and as soon as she had recuperated her surgeon sent
her to Palmerston North Hospital, a hospital three hours drive from our
Stokes Valley home, for an extended course of radiotherapy. My father drove
there each weekend to be with my mother, and while he was gone we children
were sent to stay with my aunt and uncle who lived nearby. On the next
several Saturday nights we slept on camp beds in their lounge, but when the
Christmas holidays arrived and my mother was still in hospital, we went to
say with them at their beach cottage in Raumati South. My two older cousins
had chosen to stay at home, so Ben and my younger brother Alex shared a
bedroom, while I joined my cousins Bea and Vicki in another.

Ben and I plotted to get away together if we could, and on our second day
at the cottage we seized our opportunity during a game of hide and seek in
the dunes above the beach when sent to hide. Doubling back from the beach,
we headed directly to the old boatshed at the bottom of their property and
crept inside. It was dusty, but dry, and we pulled a canvas cover from my
uncle's boat and folded it to form a rough mattress in the bottom of the
boat and climbed inside. We quickly undressed and Ben lay between my legs
to lick my pussy before moving up on me to slide his stout cock into me as
he sucked on my sensitive little nipples. Enjoying our first quality time
together for over four weeks we were careless; heedless of the time we were
taking. Ben had bought me to climax before spunking in me, and withdrawn so
that I could turn over onto my knees. He was mounted on me from behind,
both of us approaching a second climax, when we heard giggling from outside
the boatshed. Looking over in horror, we saw Alex and my cousins peering
through the grimy window, laughing at catching us out. Ben shouted at them,
and their faces disappeared. We dressed hurriedly and ran to find the
others but they had gone. Ben and I were in a funk, afraid that the others
might tell my aunt and uncle what they had seen, and afraid of the outcome.

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