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“Little Flowers”

By STEVESAINT

(Mg, Mf, Mf+, MF, MF+, Mm)

Used with permission of the author's estate

Part One

I was happy, but tired as I pulled my boat into the marina (I feel a little silly if I call her a ‘yacht’ even though, I guess, that’s what she is). I’ve had the “Little Flowers” for about 4 years now. I bought her at the right time: prices were good; I was flush with cash from selling my Internet business; I was single and in pretty good shape. Time to sail the world! One of the places I love to visit is fairly close to home. I discovered a marina on Florida’s Gulf Coast that services a naturist beach community. Whenever I “set my anchor” I’m among the beautiful people, showing off their assets day and night—and I don’t mind showing mine off as well.

Let me tell you a little more about my background. I’m a former college wrestler who, upon graduation, adopted two passions—the Internet, and bodybuilding. My success in the former, and my refusal to use steroids to enhance the latter, meant my moneymaking career would be in the dot.com world. Even though I did win many a trophy showing off my physique, I knew I’d never be Mr. Universe or anything like that; just a guy with a good bod (and a good chunk of meat between his legs too, I might add). Remember what I said about showing off (wink, wink)!

Docking at my slip in the marina, I slipped out of my clothes, grabbed my duffle and a beach towel, and headed for the beach. Ah…there’re my two little flower petals, Aimee and Anna. The girls were at their little sailboat near the beach, as beautiful as ever, magnificently tanned, smiling at me as I approach. Aimee, 16, and her sister Anna, 15, come here every summer with their French parents to soak up the sun. I guess they are rather liberal in their views, so the girls are growing up with a healthy outlook on life. Growing up a nudist could help break down some of the old Western hang-ups, I would think. I’ve been friendly with the girls’ folks for a few years now, watching Aimee and Anna blossom into young women. The girls have always teasingly commented on my 10-inch manhood, but the giggling and comments have always been of the playful, I-don’t-really-know-what-it’s-used-for-but-it-is-much-bigger-than-the-others variety. Until today, that is.

Shit, are they something, I whistle under my breath as I get nearer. Pretty, wonderfully thin, with nice asses, budding breasts and tanned to perfection; I need all the concentration I can muster not to get a hard-on. Spending a lot of time in a nudist community will cure most men of instant hard-ons (which are considered loutish bad form) even with all the beautiful naked women around. These two are testing my willpower. Aimee, sitting on the small boat, waves and gives me a big “Bonjour, Monsieur Bill (it sounds more like “Beel” with her accent, but it sounds cute)…will you be staying for a while?” When I answer I’ll be here for a few weeks, with a sheepish grin she says “that is nice.” Her sister blushes. What’s going on with these two, I wonder? They are looking at me differently today. I think, “What have I done now?” I know I’m a lot hairier than I was last summer; since I stopped shaving my body (a holdover conceit from my bodybuilding days)…maybe that’s it. I bid them adieu, and headed down the beach. I faintly heard Anna say something about “cheval” and “gros”—big horse? What did she mean by that, I mused, though I was starting to get the picture. I looked back and smiled, letting my dangling member swing back and forth a little more than usual for emphasis. They both giggled…and were they blushing? I had second thoughts about the beach; everywhere I looked I saw nubile young ladies that were sure to cause an erection, with my lack of sex lately, so I headed for the pool area, with its usually older clientele.

As I was setting up my beach towel on one of the poolside lounge chairs, I was surprised to see Aimee and Anna had followed me. Yep, they’ve grown up, and I think I know what’s on their mind. Acknowledging their ogling stares, I strike a bodybuilding flex pose, causing Anna to flush considerably. Then I know they have been discussing me for some time…thinking of my ‘equipment’ and me as only young girls would. Oh my, what’s going to come out of this, I wonder, as I absorb the way each of them is looking at me. I invite them to lie next to me on a couple of adjacent lounges, but they hesitate, as if afraid of me somehow (or are they afraid of the inner urges?) They’re just standing there with the silly grins on their faces. Oh, those lovely faces…and bodies, and…

They finally approach and, pulling their lounge chairs closer to mine, lay down with me. We talk for a while—small talk mostly—school back in France; their folks; where I’d been sailing, etc. This close to me, it was confirmed what they’ve been planning…this was seduction. I could see it in their faces, their flushed skin, the shallow breathing. Got to get them back to the boat, I thought, before my cock responds and the whole beachfront figures out what we’re planning to do. When I suggest we take a walk to the marina and my boat, they quickly agree.

While walking with the girls back to my boat, I start to get the feeling everyone’s watching us. Does the whole park know what we’re going to do, I wonder. Even the girls out on the scuba-diving pier seem to be looking at us with knowing faces. Paranoia! By the time we step onto the deck of my boat, we’re all horny as hell. My cock is stiffening fast, and the sisters are both panting with that nervous energy of sexual expectation. Are they virgins? How am I going to manage this? I guide them below to my bunk, which thankfully is big enough to handle the activity level the three of us are about to initiate. God, like dogs in heat, I can smell the lust on both of them! My mind actually went blank for a moment…what do I do now? They answered my mind-question by guiding me to the bed, one lying on each side of me. They spent the next few minutes caressing my body, each exploring different areas. Aimee traced my muscled legs with her fingertips, occasionally tweaking a particular muscle. Anna was enthralled with my hairy chest and pec muscles, running her hands through my chest hair in dream-like swirling motions. Their caressing journey met at my cock. Both girls took turns touching, stroking and kissing my fully engorged member. While Anna remained mesmerized by my erect cock, Aimee slid up beside me and whispered in my ear “I am not new to sex, so I want you to make the love to me first.” “My petit…sister…want...to watch and learn…about making love” Aimee murmured. Both girls were sweating profusely and practically panting with the prospect of coupling. I vaguely heard Anna say something like “PWA-LOO” (?) when Aimee gently pulls her away from playing with my chest again. I don’t know much French, but I think Anna is excited about my hairiness. Aimee, on the other hand, is excited about my cock. Aimee says something in French to her sister, who nods slightly and backs away a bit. Aimee greedily rolls onto her back, pulling me on top of her. Her legs spread widely as I enter her. She is very wet, so I have no problem penetrating her, though she is very tight. While I start to piston into her, she reaches her arms around me to grab my ass cheeks, pulling frantically in time to every thrust. While fucking away, I steal a glance at Anna to see she’s enthralled with the sight before her. Her sister must have explained the mechanics of the act, but seeing it unfolding in reality must have been both a shock and a wonder. I could see, though, she did have one hand between her legs, fondling herself. Aimee began to make kitten-like mewling sounds, which grew louder as she neared climax. By now I’m pounding into her so hard I can feel the boat moving. I feel the spasms as she comes, emitting low grunts of pleasure with each orgasmic flutter. We both keep this frantic rhythm going for a few more seconds until I can feel myself ready to cum. I break from Aimee’s grasp and pull out of her. Arching my back and clutching my throbbing cock, I spray prodigious amounts of cum all over her still-writhing chest and stomach. While choking the last squirts of cum from my cock, I glance over at Anna, who now is closer to me than before. She looks wide-eyed perplexed at what just happened. I remain kneeling between Aimee’s spread legs as first Anna, then Aimee herself starts rubbing my cum puddles all over Aimee’s upper body. Aimee slowly gazes up into my eyes, languorously smiles, and tells me there is no need to pull out (she used a French word like “retirer,” but I knew what she meant) since both her and her sister were on the pill.

We lay together on the bed for a while after, each of us letting our hands roam over the other’s bodies, keeping the mood going. Occasionally, the sisters exchange little whispers in French, which I assume is either Aimee explaining to Anna what just transpired, or to prepare her for what she was about to experience. Anna is getting so excited, I can see her ass is squirming and fidgeting about uncontrollably. Witnessing the palpable fire lit within Anna’s body, plus the fact her sister is now nibbling on my earlobe and stroking my cock, brings me back to full rigidity. Aimee says something to her sister—positions? Anna scrunches up to a kneeling position and gets on all fours, pointing her ass at me. I can’t believe the amount of female wetness leaking from her young pussy! Aimee let’s me know she thinks this is the best position for Anna’s first time. Who am I to complain, I think, as I edge closer to Anna, placing the head of my cock at her pussy lips. I’m completely amazed when I see her swollen girl-labia dilate and (is this for real?) seem to reach out for my cock-head. I grab her hips and slowly penetrate her. Oh, she is so super tight; I almost stop breathing! Though I’m afraid to hurt this virgin girl, the sisters don’t share my concern. While Aimee murmurs words of encouragement next to her, Anna is thrusting her ass back at me, impaling herself on my member. I’m momentarily puzzled (no blood?) at the full penetration so early, but begin to pump my cock into her tight channel. Aimee is as much into this as Anna—she alternates between caressing her sister’s tits, and rubbing my ass and balls. I pump harder and harder…Anna meeting every thrust with one of her own. Anna comes with a scream; grinding her ass into my pelvis with such force I almost fell backward off the bed. I resume my pumping rhythm for a few seconds and then cum myself. The excitement of it all…her tight pussy…everything…I think I counted 8-9 shots of cum spewing deep into Anna. Did I ever come that much before, I wonder? When we finally come down from our orgasmic high, I got out of bed, mostly to peer topside to make sure nobody heard us. When I looked back, they were in a loving embrace there on the bed…what beautiful creatures…and I just fucked them both!

We showered, then went back to bed and fucked some more. The next session was more of a threesome, with Aimee riding my cock and Anna riding my tongue. The fact we all came simultaneously was the most spectacular thing of all. Before the afternoon was through, Anna and I did it one more time. She was so fixated on my hairy chest that this time she lay on top of me moving back and forth, getting just as much pleasure from feeling my chest-pelt rub her engorged 15-year-old nipples than from my cock rubbing her clit. She definitely is a screamer, this orgasm louder than before. We all showered again, then I walked the girls back to their cottage and said goodnight. I hope the folks don’t see what I see…two glowing, sexually satisfied teenagers.

When I see Aimee and Anna on the beach the next day, they smile and giggle and say hello—appearing not like horny creatures now, but teenaged girls again. We chat for a while, with no hint of what we all experienced yesterday. However, before the girls got up from their beach towel to go home, Aimee kneels down next to me and whispers in my ear “have you met our friends Brigitte and Sonia, yet? I look into those smoky eyes of hers and know she won’t be satisfied by another boy/man for a long time. She points above the beach and says “there are my friends now.” I look up to see two gorgeous young teen goddesses carrying a beach towel and smiling at me as they walk toward us.

I guess I’m going to be busy for a while.

Part Two

I can’t believe another year has gone by so quickly, I reflect, as I maneuver the yacht “Little Flowers” toward my slip at the marina. I ponder how I’m somewhat of an anomaly in this community. Naturist—or nudist, if you will—enclaves tend to be family or couples based. I believe I’m the only unattached single guy allowed to be here, although there are a few single women staying here too. Of course, they may kick me out, or worse, I muse, if they’ve discovered my dalliances with the girls last summer. Oh, what memories…Aimee and Anna, Brigitte and Sonia…shit, don’t think about it, Bill, or you’ll get an erection, and that’s not good form around here, is it? I strip off my boating attire, grab my beach towel and head for the beach.

As a bodybuilder, I did my share of posing. I guess I still like to “pose,” strutting my still well developed musculature and good 10-11 inch manhood as I walk down the beach. Because of my physique, I’m accustomed to the way women look at me, longingly, trying to hide their desire from their husbands if they’re nearby. Hey, what can I say? It’s gratifying to be a turn-on to the naked women I encounter, many much more good-looking than I am. I see the envy in the men’s eyes, too. They suck in their guts a little when I walk by. (I must admit, I’ve seen a few of the men look at me with lust, their cocks stiffening as they ponder my equipment…tough trying to hide their gay inclination from their wives on a nudist beach!) Something strange is going on today, though, since it’s not the wives that seem to be ogling me but the younger girls. Are they all staring at me, or am I only imagining it because of what happened last summer? There are the teenaged Dutch sisters, Gisela and Brandie, ogling me from the dock. There’s the young Portuguese girl, Catarina (how old is she, 13? 14?) with her pudgy little sister, on the water’s edge smiling at me. Over by the jetty, I see the incredibly beautiful 12-year-old Ukrainian girl, Olena, sitting on some rocks gawking at me, unconsciously spreading her legs ever so slightly as I walk by. And there’s another pre-teen girl (what’s her name?) smiling and waving to me—and I hardly know her. What the fuck is going on? Is it just my horny imagination that’s at work here? I am horny, I acknowledge. It’s been a while since I’ve had any sex, and I have to accept my subconscious motivation for being here—to get laid. But I’ve got to stop thinking about these young girls, I mutter to myself, or I will be fucked, and not the way I want, either!

I figure I better get off the beach before I get a massive woody, and there’s no way I can hide that if it happens. Oh shit, they’re everywhere, and they are gawking at me! Over by the small sailboats, even the prepubescent Danish cuties Grette, Aleksia and Kristen are looking at me funny. Why, I ask myself for the umpteenth time? Do girls that young think of sex? A competing thought pushes to the forefront of my brain: they are the cutest little Danish pastries I’ve ever seen. I can’t help it…my cock swells appreciably, causing the girls to twitter in laughter, a look of curious wonder on their little faces. I’ve got to hide my ‘condition’ so I move off to a secluded corner, spread my beach towel and sit down. After my big buddy is flaccid again, I get up and head to the pool area. Wouldn’t you know it; I’m still getting those knowing looks from all the young girls. At the pool’s edge, pretty Maria (14? 15?) appraises my dangling member, with no attempt to hide the fact. At the other end of the pool, the cute little red-haired Texan, Maggie (12?) is ogling me with this magnificent come-hither look I’ve seen perfected by only a couple of other women before. When I glance into the pool, I see Anna’s friend Adriana lying on her stomach on an air mattress float. When she sees me, she smiles and slowly spreads her legs apart. Screw this, I can’t take any more, I’m going back to my boat to jerk off!

On the way back to my boat, I see her, standing near one of the small sailboats on the beach. What a magnificent, special creature Anna is! Her pretty face, perfectly tanned figure and marvelously pert breasts are a sight to behold. I vividly recall all the glorious moments of last summer, when I introduced this beautiful then-15-year-old French girl to the joys of lovemaking. When Anna sees me, her face lights up, and she runs to me, unselfconsciously embracing me in a big hug. I realize how truly happy I am to see her. We move around to the other side of the sailboat, mostly hidden from view, where I lift her into my arms and kiss her. Her lips taste as sweet as candy, as our tongues touch. As I hug her close to me, feeling those luscious points rubbing against my chest, I can’t help but get another erection. I can feel the heat radiating from her; she nearly faints from the anticipation.

“Oh, Monsieur Bill (sounds like Beel when she says it), I miss you very much this last year.” She pants, “I waited much…for your return…to me,” all the while running one hand through my chest hair and the other lightly fingering my stiff cock.

“I’ve missed you so much, too, Anna.” My breaths are also rapid and shallow. “Let’s go to my boat,” I whisper, taking her by the hand. As unobtrusively as possible we walk to the dock. I drape the beach towel over my arm in such a way as to try to camouflage (I hope) my erection. Anna would break into a run if I let her; she is so hot by now I can see moisture in the cleft between her young legs as she walks. When we climb aboard Anna impatiently pulls me by the hand and leads me below to my bunk. She falls to the bed and pulls me atop her. Anna’s legs are spread wide for me as I enter her. Whether the motion came naturally, or she was mimicking her sister from last summer, she reaches her hands around my ass and pulls each cheek toward her, plunging all 10-11 inches of thick manhood into her tight but well-lubricated vagina. My thrusting pace was immediately a frantic one, as we rocked our bodies in feverish coupling. My cock is so huge inside her I can feel my thrusts assaulting her cervix. She orgasms so magnificently: bathed in sweat, her hips pounding into me, her pussy pulsating around the shaft of my cock, a loud squeal of pleasure escaping her lips. Oh, man, what a rush, as I cum in maybe the most fantastic orgasm I’ve had since I was a kid. Most amazing of all, as I let go my first two shots of jism as deep into her as my cock could penetrate, I actually felt her cervix—I don’t know—open up (?)—dilating in tune to her climax, my spray going deep into her womb as she’s hit by a second orgasmic wave. Somehow this feeling spurred a secondary climax in me as well, my cock spewing another couple of surprising ropes into her.

We lay in each other’s arms for a long while, basking in the glow of the superb lovemaking. We talked for a while there on the bed, experiencing what I think of as “afterplay,” each of us touching and tweaking the other’s most sensitive areas (of course, Anna spends a lot of time stroking my chest hair, which she particularly and mysteriously loves). While we were talking, the day’s most pressing mystery is solved. Anna, as most young girls are wont to do, told many of her young girl friends about our encounter last year. Anna’s sexual heat must have elevated the story to high drama. Of course, these young girls knew what I had between my legs, and they saw my muscled body on the beach all the time. To them, I’m probably the biggest and strongest male in the community. No mystery there, however it took Anna’s narrative to fill in the blanks these little beauties must have had in their minds, overloaded with sexual curiosity. I tried to make clear to her that telling everyone was not a good idea, even though the girls swore to secrecy, an adult would eventually find out and I’d be in deep trouble. This scared her. She promised no adult would find out, but I’m thinking maybe it’s too late already.

We showered and headed back to the beach. With a look of love radiating in her eyes, and a slight brush of her hand, we parted. I headed off to the beach for a dip, and Anna headed home. I realized I forgot to ask about her sister Aimee. I’m assuming she’s back in France, since the girls were always inseparable before. Oh well, I’ll ask her tomorrow.

When I got to the beach, several of the young girls gravitated (best word I can think of) to me. A few were—unconsciously, or maybe brazenly—ogling my cock. One of the most beautiful was a sultry Italian girl named Luisa, who just stood before me, staring into my eyes. She’s probably 12 or 13, I surmise. She has a thin, boyish figure, dark hair, with small pointy breasts and puffy, dark pink areolae, as well as a small tuft of new pubic down. I guess I’m staring back, I think to myself; I feel the stirring in my loins once again, as I begin to thicken up. She notices and smiles a little half-smile. Nervously, she sits down next to be on the towel. As if a sign was passed, the other girls move away.

“Hello, my name is Luisa, and your name is Bill,” she declares matter-of-factly. She momentarily looks around to see if anyone (translated: adults) is watching us, then reaches over surreptitiously and touches my semi-erect member. Our eyes lock, and I can see the fire in them. Does a young pubescent girl just automatically become a sexual creature, I wonder?

I lean over and whisper in her ear: “This is not the place to touch me, not here on the beach. “Do you know where my boat is at the dock?” I ask. She nods and in a throaty whisper says “yes.” I tell her to come to my boat in one hour, and to be sure no one sees her climb aboard. She gets up from the beach towel and slowly walks away. I’m not surprised when I feel the spot where she was sitting and find it wet to the touch. I sit around on the beach towel for a while until my erection subsides. Don’t worry, the rest of the girls that were around me knew what was going on…they saw my hard-on…their little wet asses quivering at the sight of it. I eventually walk back to my boat and go aboard. A few moments later, I hear footsteps on deck, and then see Luisa at the doorway of my cabin, appearing as a nubile nymph before me. At the sight of her, my cock leaps to full erection. The sight of my (to her) gigantic tool has her spellbound. I walk to her and fold her into my arms. Hugging her close, I’m reminded of how young and waiflike she is. I come to the realization I cannot fuck this girl. She’s too young, I’m too big, and I’m not going to hurt her. I’ll have to satisfy her young sexual desires without penetration. I lift her into my arms and place her on my bunk. Lying next to her, I gently ask her questions about sex. What does she know of the act? Has she ever been with a boy before? What does she want me to do? While I’m talking to her, I begin touching her in lazy and (at least I hope) unthreatening ways: brushing my hand along her belly; slowly dragging my fingertips in circling motions around her tiny breasts, every so often touching a nipple; tracing a path down her belly again to her labia, just touching them with a soft, fingertip sweep. She tells me she knows nothing of sex, although Anna described to her (in great detail, I imagine) how good I made her feel. My touching and stroking is having a big effect. Luisa is turned on (even if she isn’t intellectually aware of the concept), her breathing shallow, and her whole body flush with excitement. I had to explain we couldn’t have sex because she was too young and I was too big for her. She seemed to understand—let’s face it, she’s right next to a, what? An 11-inch or so very thick and very hard, veiny erection—she can’t help but be a little scared of the thought. I kiss her gently on the lips, and then begin nibbling on an earlobe. I use my hand to ease open her legs. My fingers part her wet vulva, probing for her clitoris. She groans and involuntarily arches her back in order to open for me. I continue to gently rub the inside of her lips and then concentrate on the little nub of her clit. Hips quaking and quivering in response to my touch, her young body rushes full speed to climax. Her orgasm is awesome. Her pussy clenches onto the fingertip still in her. I feel cum juice spit onto my hand. She emits a loud moan that goes on and on.

When she comes down from her orgasmic high, she begins to sob; her head nestled at my chest. Shit, shit, shit, I think…did I hurt her? What’s wrong? She declares the boy she would really like to have sex with is named Andy, but he won’t do anything to her. I try to get a mental image of Andy…I think I remember him…good looking English kid…maybe 14…got good equipment too—5-6 inches or so, uncut—I can see why Luisa is interested. My God! She wants me to somehow coach Andy in the ways of sexual intercourse! How the hell am I going to arrange that one, I wonder in a panic? My erection long gone, I promise young Luisa I’d try to bring them together. She smiles, wipes some tears from her cheek, and gives me a big hug. Bill, old buddy, I guess you have some work to do.

Later, I walk the beach searching for Andy. I spot him with a group of other kids. Approaching them, I’m thinking of ways to initiate the conversation. The girls in the group have heard the “Anna story” too, for they blush and tremble in my presence. I’m surprised Andy doesn’t exhibit the angry/envy look many of the young men have when they see me. I take it as a good sign. I figure the direct approach is best, so I address Andy with the most non-threatening smile I can muster.

“You’re Andy, right?”

He nods and answers me with a hesitant “Yes, sir.”

“I’ve been told by a few folks on the beach that you like boats and sailing. You know my boat, the Little Flowers, right? How would you like to take her out and put her through her paces?” This approach was a gamble—I figure most teenage boys like boats—and it paid off, as Andy beamed a wide grin, and said “sure.” We agreed to set sail first thing in the morning (of course, “sailing” is a euphemism, since my boat is a motored yacht—no sails).

When Andy came aboard in the morning, he was flushed with excitement. I guessed he really did like the idea of driving my boat. I guessed wrong. Andy stayed very close to me while I showed him the intricacies of putting the boat out to sea. During my tutoring, I sneak glances at Andy. He’s very hyper and flushed around me, I notice. His cock seems to be swelled and twitching, and his breathing shallow. The thought hits me: my God, this kid is horny for me! Whether gay, or just adolescently confused, Andy is acting just like the girls on the beach. This complicates things, I consider, but a promise is a promise, and I made one to sweet Luisa.

We moved out to open ocean. I continue my sailing lesson, but it’s another lesson I’m thinking about, the one I am about to teach this young lad. The sea was rather calm, so I wasn’t particularly worried about leaving the helm and just floating out there for a while. I invite Andy out onto the foredeck for some sun. We set out some beach towels and lay down. I really don’t believe what I’m about to do; yet I’m going to seduce this kid and see if I can “turn” him to appreciate Luisa’s charms. We’re not saying much at this point, just relaxing in the sun. I shift positions and slide over so our flanks are lightly touching. He looks at me with a sexually charged smile, and I can see his cock blossom to full erection.

“Well, well, well, Andy…now that we’re out here alone, what would you like to do?”

“I, uh, I…” he stammers, but can’t get the words out. I can see some pre-cum leaking from the head of his hard, uncircumcised cock.

I prop myself up on one elbow and lean towards him, saying, “Have you wanted to play with this?” Pointing to my manhood, “Maybe you’ve wanted to touch this monster for some time, eh?”

Andy nods, looking for a moment like one of those bobble-head dolls. I give my head a little nod as well, inviting him to come closer. I realize my entire body is a mystery to him, just as with the girls. He probes and explores every muscle before eventually arriving at my cock. Mind you, I’m not gay and I’ve never had any such fantasies, but when this boy palms my cock, I can’t help but get hard. He strokes my big cock in rapt reverence. His mouth moves down to envelop the head, which is all he’s willing to try right now. I tease him a bit; “If you’re going to suck it, SUCK IT,” I say rather loudly, “Come on, you want it don’t you? He takes me deeper into his mouth and starts to head-stroke, one hand around the shaft, pushing me deeper into his throat (and not gagging!) with each bob. I absently reach over and palm his rock-hard and leaking cock. Upon the touch, he grunts like an animal, moves his lips up and down on my engorged cock in a more frenetic pace, and then ejaculates in an almost steady stream of cum, coating us both. The jerking of his body as he cums makes him take me even deeper into his mouth; it had to be very deep in his throat, I marveled. When I came, he made a little coughing noise but kept him deep, and swallowed all I spewed. When he finally pulls his mouth away, I can see a small dribble of cum at the corner of his smiling lips. I chuckle to myself—my tombstone will read, “He Fucked All The Kids In The Camp.”

After cleaning ourselves off, we talk of sex. Andy confessed he probably looks at the older, more endowed men on the beach more than the girls. But he does look at the girls, he assured me. He just isn’t sure of himself, he says. The girls he likes are all beautiful, but his cock is not as big as some of the men, and not even half as big as mine, he declares. His hormone-riddled, mixed up mind keeps him from comparing himself to the rest of the competition his own age, I tell him. Playing amateur psychologist, I explain that his growing manhood is causing him to somehow desire men’s cocks, even if the men themselves don’t turn him on. I know down deep this is not so—his desire for men is real—but I’ve got to get him back to girls, and especially Luisa.

Because of our closeness there on deck, he’s getting horny again. All the signs are there; beside the fact his cock is stiff again. I ask him if he likes any special girls, and he mentions Luisa and a girl named Heather, who is closer to his own age. He knows Luisa likes him a lot, but hasn’t got up the courage to initiate anything yet. Luisa’s heat scares him, I believe. Heather is a cute little thing, but if I were his age, I’d go for Luisa, remembering the orgasm she had in my bed just yesterday. We’re third down and long, I deliberate: Do I go for the long pass to win the game? Go deep!

“Luisa told me once that she wants you, Andy.” I continue, “You know Anna, don’t you? Luisa told Anna just last week she wants to have sex with you, but you won’t try it.” Andy blushes, his cock standing straight up, harder than before. He confides he would like to be with Luisa, but I sense from our conversation that I still needed to do something more to tip the balance. I gamble one more time. “Let’s make a deal, okay Andy…If you make love with Luisa, I’ll make love to you right now.” He’s panting in anticipation, lusting for my cock one more time. When he leans down to suck my cock again, I surprise him by stopping him, saying, “No that’s not how men fuck each other, let me show you.” I roll him onto his belly and lift him up onto all fours, his body loose yet fiery hot. Kneeling behind him, I spread his ass cheeks apart and appraise his pink hole. The small, tight ass before me makes me forget this is a boy. I spit into my hand and rub the dollop on his anus, working it into him for lubrication. I spit again into the palm of my hand and rub this along the shaft of my once-more stiff cock. I place my cock-head against his opening and push. When I penetrate him, he yelps in pain and starts to fight me, but I’m holding his ass in a tight grip. I inch further into him and can feel him relax considerably, warming to the sensation. My pace quickens. Soon, my full length is penetrating deep into his rectum. He’s making dog-like grunts and moans as I continue to cleave his asshole. As I fuck him, I carry on a narrative about how “real men” fuck each other; how a girl’s hole is sweeter than a man’s but that “real men” need to “get dirty.” I know he’s both loving and hating this experience. With my 10-11 inch piston making full strokes in his little ass, I reach around and stroke his cock. He climaxes in a geyser of squirting cum, covering the floor beneath him. When I feel mine coming, I plunge deep into his rectum and let go streams of my own. In my cum-induced stupor, I ruminate, this plan had better work.

Later, Andy and I showered, and then started up the motors for our return to the marina. I can see it hurts for him to sit. Good, maybe my lesson will “take.” While sailing back, I made my proposal: He could keep his promise to me by inviting Luisa back to the Little Flowers tomorrow. I assured him Luisa would not say no.

The next morning I see Andy and Luisa off to the side of the pool, talking and holding hands. They are a cute little couple, I observe, smiling. Later in the afternoon, on my boat, I hear footsteps topside. Luisa leads Andy across the deck as they call to me. I invite them below. Luisa looks at me with the most amazing smile on her lips; silently thanking me for what she must believe is a miracle. I excuse myself to go topside, but linger in the small passageway to spy on the young couple. Luisa embraces and kisses Andy while her hands caress his back and ass. She pulls him down on the bed, while reaching for something in a small bag she brought aboard. Good boy, I think, as he explores her body with his hands and lips—her budding little points, with their larger-than-usual areolae get most of his attention. I now see what she reached for—holy wonders: a condom; good girl!—as she begins to help Andy put it on. I know she can’t wait any longer. She pulls Andy on top of her and spreads her legs wide for him. He clumsily enters her. Their young lovemaking is frantic and animalistic (was my first time like that?). Andy is pounding away at Luisa’s pussy, her legs sticking straight up. As I watch this magnificent natural spectacle from the doorway, I masturbate. At the same time they both cum explosively, I cum all over the doorjamb. I listen in on their post-coital patter for a while, before I tiptoe away. It’s clear it was great sex for both of them. They finally come topside, hand in hand. Of course they’re a little embarrassed to have to walk by me to leave, but don’t let on if they saw my cum-puddles or not. Andy appears pretty happy, I think, but won’t make eye contact with me. Luisa is positively aglow, shining like the sun. Our eyes meet as she leans in, as if to kiss me on the mouth. She instead whispers “thank you” and kisses me on the cheek. If I gazed into those sexy, fulfilled eyes again, I’d be her slave forever, I daydream. Andy…you’re a lucky bastard…you better stay hetero now!

After they’re gone, I clean up a bit, changing the sheets on my bed (and yes, cleaning up the cum). It’s still early afternoon, so I head back to the compound, thinking of an early dinner before retiring to my boat. Just as I did when I arrived, I study all the little flowers surrounding me. Lisa, Kalie, June, Maria, Imelda, Susanne, Abril, Uta and Liesl…what pretty flowers they are. Who will be first to smell their sweet perfume? Who will first caress their lovely petals? Who will experience their blossoming buds?

I see my lovely Anna on a small sailboat, coming in to the marina/beach. My heart skips a few beats when I spot her (am I in love?). I wave to her and she waves back. She needs to check in with her parents at their bungalow, so I don’t wait around for her. I know deep down inside the real reason I don’t wait for her is she stirs so much passion in me it scares me, and I can’t keep it hidden much longer in the compound. After dinner, I return to the boat, brooding about my life, and my feelings for Anna. For perhaps the first time in my life, I’m unsure of what to do. I moved below and sat there for a while, pondering the future. I was surprised when I heard a smattering of footsteps first on the dock and then on deck. Who was coming aboard uninvited at this hour? I was even more surprised when Anna’s beautiful smiling face appears in the hatchway. I’m on surprise overload when 6 or 7 young girls follow her into the cabin, all a-twitter like little birds. I recognize redheaded Maggie, plus Grette and Kristen. Ah yes, the skinny one is Liesl, the German girl with the pretty little puffy pubic mound. The others I’ve seen around the enclave but don’t know or can’t remember their names.

Anna jumps into my arms and kisses me. She whispers her plan to me: she wants all the most curious (and apt to talk) girls to “play” with me, to quench their budding sexual thirst. Like a scoutmaster on a camping trip she pushes me toward the bed then herds her squirming little troop after me. Lying on my back with the girls surrounding me, they explore my body with their young, tentative hands. Needless to say, my erection was immense. While the girls are conducting their anatomy lesson, Anna is explaining things to them—I can make out 3 or 4 different languages—any more surprises about this magnificent 16-year-old? Sex-ed class is in session! A couple of the older girls (jeez, 11 or 12?) are working on my cock, rubbing their hands up and down the shaft. When one of them runs her lips against it, I cum, spewing my seed all over the assembled little bodies. Anna must have explained the phenomenon to them; they chirruped and squealed and reveled in it, daubing the liquid all over themselves. A teacher has no time to relax in post-orgasmic bliss; I think…class is still in session! I start playing with their expectant little bodies, tweaking a tiny nipple here, stroking a thigh there. Everywhere I look on the bed, I see little flower-bud pussies, parting for me. I fondle as many of the little pink pussies I can with both hands, moving quickly from girl to girl. Their arousal is sensational, each of them wet, flushed and panting as I touch them. I focus on one girl at a time—parting her labia and stroking the rosebud of her clitoris—bringing each in rapid succession to climax. Surrounded by all this sweet girl-flesh in the throes of orgasm, my cock is erect once again.

I look up at Anna and she smiles like some proud parent at a school recital. It’s obvious she’s also extremely aroused. Anna comes to me on the bed, murmuring little commands to the girls who move away from me to give her room on the bed. Anna straddles my cock and takes its full length in one pelvic thrust. She humps me at a feverish pace, too soon cumming in a convulsive tremor, screaming her pleasure to the heavens. The girls are awestruck by what they just witnessed. After Anna slinks off my still hard cock (I didn’t cum yet), Maggie snuggles up to her and whispers something in her ear. Anna steals a glance at me, and nods to Maggie.

“Will you make love to me now?” the slightly pudgy red-haired Texan says to me in a hoarse half-whisper from the edge of the bed. I look at Anna. She nods, which speaks volumes to me: She considers me her lover, and is giving me permission; Maggie is ready for sex and is deemed worthy of the act; the sex will be safe (on the pill at 12 or 13?). I move off the bed and scoop Maggie into my arms.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I ask, “You know it’s going to hurt a little because it’s your first time.”

She nods, so I lift her to me and lightly kiss her lips. Her lips part to take my tongue, which I use to explore her sweet tasting mouth. I can feel the heat and pre-sex tension emanating from her body, fully aroused once more. I place her on the bed and spread her legs. She stares intently and expectantly into my eyes as I kneel between her welcoming thighs. I maintain the eye contact as I maneuver my cock into position and part her pussy with my cock-head. She catches her breath at the contact; fully lubricated from this stimulation as well as her previous orgasm, she is ready. I inch inward, a little at a time until I feel her hymen. Her heavy breathing is punctuated by a little “oomph” when I hit her cherry. As I break it, I spend some time stroking her small breasts and rubbing her clit, still staring into her eyes to keep the spell going. When her cherry pops, she emits a little yelp of pain and a frightened look shows in her eyes for a moment, but the other sensations seem to overwhelm her, driving away the temporary pain. Her virgin pussy is stretched to the limit to take me. I’ve never experienced so tight a vagina before. Knowing I can’t fully penetrate her, I keep my thrusting to short, half-strokes, maintaining good pressure on her bud of a clitoris. As with all the other young flowers, she climaxes spectacularly: her back arches; her eyes roll back; her already wet pussy noticeably wetter, clenching down ever so tightly on my cock’s last thrust. I’m taken by surprise when Grette’s little hand encircles the part of my shaft not in Maggie. Can an orgasm feel any better, I marvel, as I shoot load after load into Maggie, relishing both the squeeze of her snug, virgin vagina and the tight grasp of Grette’s hand.

We remained on the bed for about another half-hour; all the wet, pink, flower petals cuddling and fidgeting around me, Anna sitting in the corner chair with an approving smile. Some of the little flowers even climaxed again from my touch. Their young bodies (and imaginations) sated, the girls said goodbye and followed Anna back to their cottages. I’m still worried…the parents would have to be blind not to see the glow emanating from their young daughters.

Later, I open a beer and head topside to admire the approaching sunset. The colorful early evening sky mirrors my elation over what happened today. Lost in thought, I don’t immediately see the young teenager staring at me from a nearby boat. What a beauty, I think. Cute, raven-dark pleated hair, with nice upturned breasts and a slim waist. I smile and wave, but she doesn’t reciprocate. She just keeps looking at me, one hand absently covering her pubic mound.

Under the late evening sun, I contemplate the lessons still needing to be taught to my flowers.

Part Three

“What a great summer this has turned out to be,” I say to no one, lying on a blanket on the deck of my boat, enjoying the late afternoon sea breezes on my naked body. My thoughts turn to Anna, as they often have lately. The 16-year-old French girl is special indeed, beautiful inside and out. She not only has awakened something in me, she has awakened the entire enclave’s population of teen and pre-teen girls to the pleasures of sex. No, she isn’t plucking the little buds herself—she has given that job to me. This summer, it’s been the little ones who have been chasing me, with many of the pubescent girls learning about joy on my boat. Anna lit the spark, telling all the younger girls about how it felt to be loved by me, and the fires of sexual awakening were ablaze in each of them.

My reverie is broken by a voice above me saying, “You know, you should be shot, you fucker.” I glance up to see Lucie Bayeaux staring down at me. Lucie is still a good-looking woman: youthful face, smallish yet firm breasts, full pubic bush, small tummy bulge, but hey, she’s had 3 kids. With a hand resting on one hip, she smirks, “Oh yeah, Susanne told me all about your sexual escapades.” I didn’t know what to say; I guess it was inevitable someone would find out.

She continues, “If you had hurt her, I would have killed you myself…luckily for you, she’s been as happy as a clam since your, er, ‘sex-ed’ session.”

“I can explain….”

She cuts me off. “You don’t need to explain anything to me,” she says with a wry smile. “I know you didn’t fuck her…you just helped her to orgasm like you did with the others.” She hesitates, and adds wistfully “Do you know that’s all she talks about, those orgasms?”

Shit, what can I say? A scene plays in my head of someone leading me to a jail cell.

Lucie surprises me by descending to her knees next to me and asking, “You’ve fucked half the women in this camp over the past 3 or 4 years, why haven’t you ever tried anything with me?” She reaches over and palms my cock. “What’s wrong…not young enough for you?”

“Lucie, for one thing, I haven’t ‘fucked half the women’ here, and for another, you are desirable, but I wasn’t going to mess up what looked like a happy marriage.” The ‘desirable’ part is evident by my cock growing stiff in her hand.

She gets close, gazes into my eyes, and says, “Oh, Bill, just kiss me and fuck me and let me worry about the rest.”

We kiss…our tongues darting and probing. I break the embrace to warn her we shouldn’t do it on deck where anyone could see us. She doesn’t care. I shift her onto her back, and putting my head between her legs, begin to probe her clitoris with my tongue. What the doctor ordered, I surmise; she moans as copious amounts of wetness build up in her pussy opening, her dark brown pubic hair glistening. After a few minutes, she pushes my head away, sits up, and goes for my cock. She runs her hands over the full length, transfixed by its size; then goes down on me, sucking greedily. Pulling my cock from her mouth, she looks up at me, panting: “I’ve wanted this big fella for a long time, stud…so fuck me like a stallion.” She quickly gets on all fours and sticks her ass out to me. I get behind her and penetrate her. She grabs a boat rail, arches her back, and thrusts her hips back to meet mine. Her urgency is obvious. My rhythm is fast; sensing that’s what she wants, I pound into her. When she climaxes, she puts a fist at her mouth to stifle her scream. Even though not anywhere as tight as the girls (she’s had 3 kids, what would you expect?) I still feel her pussy walls clench down on my buried cock, squeezing my cum from me. I sneak a glance around the marina—good, nobody was watching!

We lay there on deck for a while in afterplay. She tells me not to worry. Her husband is at the other end of the compound—he won’t find out, she says, and warns me other mothers know about my liaisons with their girls. Will they want to fuck me, or kill me, I wonder. With a parting kiss of thanks, she goes home.

The next morning, I stroll along the beach before heading off to get some breakfast. I’m getting the picture on which of the mothers know, gauging by some of the looks I’m getting. I see Catarina’s mom looking at me strangely. Is it anger, or heat of a different kind? Walking by the pool, I see Luisa’s fantastically fit and beautiful, dark haired and sultry (she’s 40+: shit, that’s amazing) mother coming up the ladder. Does she know about her 12-year-old daughter’s visits to my boat? There’s Camilla sitting on the grass, looking at me too. Is it sadness or anger I see in her eyes? Angry about my awakening of her girl Sophie, or sad about the time I rebuffed her own advances? I eat breakfast alone. Where would Anna be right now? See, I can’t get the girl out of my mind. How ironic, I think; all these women who want me, and I’ve never felt so lonely. With breakfast eaten, I head back to the beach with my oversized beach towel. I’d been lying there for maybe 10-15 minutes when I sense someone standing over me. I glance up to see Ingrid, Liesl’s mother scowling down at me.

“You’ve been a busy bastard, or so I’ve heard.”

I check her out, measuring my response. She may not be the prettiest blond on the beach, but she’s still lean after 2 kids, good tits, her shaved pubic area exposing an unusually puffy vulva. “Okay, what are you talking about,” I ask.

“You know damned well what I’m talking about, you bastard. All my little Liesl will talk about is the ‘funny feelings’ and your ‘giant,’ as she calls it. You’re lucky my husband hasn’t heard about this or he’d kill you.” After an exaggerated exhaling of breath, she continues, “Are you a pedophile? You get my daughter to cum on your boat, but you won’t even look at me twice…what’s the matter, not young enough for you?” Didn’t I just hear that question? She doesn’t let me answer, saying in a clipped tone: “This is what’s going to happen, Bill. I’m walking back to my cabin…I want you to follow me there…my husband won’t be home for a few hours…the kids are at the rec hall…you’re going to fuck me senseless…I better be satisfied when you leave…got it?”

Who am I to say no to a lady in distress? I follow her to her cabin. When she draws me inside, she breathlessly tells me she “likes rough.” She practically drags me to the bedroom, where we get right down to it. It’s clearly about her needs, not mine. She won’t suck my cock, yet opens the other orifices up to me. I take her from behind, punishing her pussy. I’ve seen her husband’s equipment; it’s clear she’s never been with anyone this big. Her bucking and twitching is feverish, grinding her hips into my pelvis as I bottom out deep inside her on each thrust. I give her ass cheek a big slap simultaneously with one deep thrust and she climaxes, practically howling “I’mmmm cummmmmmmingggggggg oooooooooooooooOOOOOO!” In the throes of her orgasm, she doesn’t realize I’ve pulled out of her pussy and punch into her anus, going halfway in on the initial push. She moans loudly but doesn’t try to stop me. I pound into her ass without mercy, giving her all of my 10+ inches, stretching her tight anal opening to the limit. She’s in heat, sweating and grunting like a pig, as I continue my assault; she’s emitting these loud “umph-umph-umph” sounds as I pump her ass hard. When I reach down with one finger and stroke her clit between thrusts, I hear “Oh Godddddddd” in an extended moan escape from her lips, her whole body clenching and convulsing on the second orgasm. I cum deep inside her pulsing bowels.

When she finally comes down, she assures me I’ve fully satisfied her requirements. She also warns me never to touch her daughter Liesl again.

The following morning sitting at the pool’s edge, dangling my feet in the water, my attention is caught by a stunning woman staring at me from the pool. Her hands are up behind her head squeezing the water from her pulled-back, strawberry blonde hair, accentuating firm, round yet not-too-big breasts. Probably 40, I’d guess, with full hips, nicely flat stomach, and a shaved pubic mound. She wades toward me and I can see the steely cold glare. Another mother, I fear. “So, you must be the ‘Big Bill’ Maggie and her friends keep talking about,” she says in her Texas drawl, giving me the once-over, appraising my body as she speaks. “I should turn you in, you bastard.” Her gaze focusing on my dangling member, she lowers her voice so as not to be heard by the others around the pool. “I can see why the girls are all aflutter about you…I hope you appreciated Maggie giving her virginity up to you, Bill.” She stops and looks away, “You know, she told me it was the best thing she’s ever experienced…I got to hand it to ya, she said you were gentle with her, and the others…” Looking up into my eyes again, she asks, “Is it just the little girls you’re gentle with Big Bill?” Duty calls: another invitation to another cottage. Our coupling is as intense as can be. A sexual tigress, she takes my cock in every opening. She’s an athletic woman, active in life, and active in the bedroom, I soon learn. She straddles me and gloriously rides my cock to quick climax. To my surprise, and without hesitation, she switches holes and impales her ass on my rigidity. She rides me again with equal relish, taking me completely up her ass with each bounce with one hand feverishly stroking her clit. This follow-up orgasm must have been exhilarating: Her back arches, her legs buck against mine, her scream…wow! Knowing I’m about to cum, she jumps back off my cock, grabs it with both hands and pumps jet after jet of my spunk all over her chest and stomach. Still straddling me, her hips writhing to match her orgasmic waves, she rubs my cum juice all over her tits and stomach before rubbing some between her pussy lips with a last shudder of pleasure. Fully spent, we silently lay there for a while in bed, until a noise at the door startles us. 12-year-old Maggie is staring at us from the doorway. Her face shows equal parts surprise, horror, and something else (Need? Jealousy?) Mom’s got some ‘splainin’ to do now, not me, I imagine. She slinks off the bed and goes to Maggie. They speak a few moments in whispers; then both turn to me, and nod, as if to say, “you can go now, we’re okay with this.” Before I leave the cottage I glance back at mother and daughter, in deep discussion on the sofa (real life, grown-up, birds and bees stuff, I’m sure), holding hands.

By the next morning, I’m almost afraid of walking anywhere in the compound, for fear another mother will either kill me, or fuck me. The only woman I want to see right now is Anna, but I haven’t seen her in many days. Where is she, I wonder? I search for her on the beach and by the pool, but I’m afraid to go to her home for fear of her parents’ reaction. I give up and head back to my boat. Unfortunately I can’t escape “The Ladies’ Club.” The Club is a group of 7 childless women in camp who hang together to run social functions around the enclave. I ran into the group at the rocks near the beach as I’m returning to the dock. They wave and ask me if I wouldn’t mind taking a picture of the group. Of course, it’s probably a ruse to get me near them so they can ogle, and play their teasing games of brushing against my cock. They’re all good looking women of various ages, but I haven’t slept with any of them, thank you (but the petite hardbody, Jennifer, and I have ‘danced’ around the act, sexually teasing each other a few times). Today, the teasing is verbal:

“Oops, no little girls around here.”

“Don’t worry, girls, we’re too old for him.”

“Yeah, he only likes cherry.”

I’m pissed off by their banter. I snap their picture and start to storm off toward the dock. Jennifer and the buxom Mary stop me with a “We’re sorry, Bill.” Jennifer adds, “We know the girls came to you, not the other way around.”

I look away and say, “I never would hurt any of them…they’re all so sweet.”

Jennifer says, “We know you didn’t hurt them…they all love you, Bill.” She walks up close to me and touches my shoulder. “We girls in the Club are just wondering why you don’t try to teach us new things.” She murmurs, “We know you have the tools to teach us things our poor husbands can’t,” sidling closer to me, rubbing a firm breast against my chest hair.

What can I say? “If the Club wants a group lesson, maybe it can be arranged,” I offer with a smile.

Donna twirls a small key, hanging from a gold chain encircling her waist. “The Club meeting begins at 10 o’clock…we expect you there…the door will be unlocked,” she says to me, coming closer and fondling my dangling cock. They disperse, looking back at me with silly little grins as they go.

At 10, I open their clubhouse door without knocking. They are indeed waiting for me; mattresses spread out covering the floor of the main hall, with the ladies all in various poses on them. Mary and Donna jump up and come to me. Mary pulls me toward the mattresses, her big tits bouncing, while Donna locks the door behind us. Mary pulls while Donna pushes me down amidst the pile of tanned women, who immediately begin working on my cock. Sweaty tits, wet mouths and even wetter pussies assault my body from every angle. Some hierarchy of womanly needs has been set, with Mary going first. She straddles my cock and starts to bounce wildly, her big tits slamming up and down with each thrust of her hips. The fullness of my large manhood pushing up inside her triggers her climax. “Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-FUCK-FUCK-FUCK…” she screams in a building crescendo. They wouldn’t give me a chance to cum. No sooner had Mary climaxed, Joanne forces her off and straddles me herself. Petite Joanne’s pussy was as wet as any I’ve ever felt, my slippery cock easily going in to the hilt. On her first thrust, my cock-head pokes hard at her cervix and she lets out an “oop” sound. She obviously likes the feeling because she pounds herself onto me, violently bottoming out each time, the “oops” and “oomphs” getting louder and louder. The self-made attack on her cervix brings a quick but super-powerful orgasm, she groans, “I’m cumming” in a long drawn-out moan of pleasure. The pulsing of her vagina walls and the pressure of hitting her cervix was too much…it was my turn to cum. However at that exact moment, Donna pushes Mary off me for her turn, so ropes upon ropes of my pent-up jism spray into the air, coating all the wet, sweaty bodies. The women were like small children splashing in a wading pool. They giggle and squirm, rubbing my juice all over their bodies. Donna was the first to start working on getting me hard again. She sucks my limp and leaking dick deep into her mouth while Jennifer and another woman play with my balls. Michelle mounts my face, her copious natural lubrication quickly coating my mouth. I work her clit with my tongue as the others work on me. When their ministrations get me somewhat hard again, one of them mounts my cock, though I can’t see who it is since Michelle’s writhing pussy is smothering my face. I feel and hear whoever’s riding me climax. Michelle then cums, squirting her woman-juice onto my tongue and into my open mouth.

When these two eventually fall away from me (and I get to come up for air!), I look around and inspect the “damage.” Two pairs of women are kissing, fondling and finger-fucking each other; while Jennifer lies there on a mattress, legs wide, staring at my glistening erect cock. The baton has been passed to the anchor runner, I muse. They all must know about the sexual tension that’s been building between us. I’ve always had the hots for her. She looks a lot like her namesake, the actress Jennifer Aniston. Jenn, probably the youngest in the Ladies’ Club, is an aerobics instructor with a great, hard body and nicely upturned, firm breasts. I’ve always wondered about her attraction to her husband: a skinny, non-physical, nerdy guy (works in a science lab nearby), with not much hanging. As I said before, she’s definitely been attracted to me ever since the first time we met. This attraction is about to be consummated. Jenn reaches out in an open-arms gesture, inviting me between her spread legs. Instead of mounting her, I eagerly go down on her well-lubricated pussy. When my tongue flicks against her engorged clit a second time, she orgasms loudly. As the climactic quivers undulate through her, she grabs my hair (ouch!) and pulls my head up towards hers. Without any hesitation on my part, I kneel between her legs, cup her ass cheeks in my hands, lift and penetrate her. Her reaction is no different than a virgin: shock at being stretched so much by a cock so big, new sensations of friction and fullness never before experienced, and animal desire for more. At first, my pace is slow, since she is so girl-tight around my stiff cock. Overwhelmed with the sensation of it all, she begins to buck, meeting my thrusts with her own. Our pace quickens as we both rush to orgasm. Her stomach, ass, and vagina suddenly clench in a massive spasm. Her scream of pleasure is ear shattering. At the height of her orgasmic convulsions I shoot into her. My ejaculatory spasms seem to match hers, which somehow causes her whole pelvic region to scrunch up in one more massive new spasm, as she screams and cums again. With the sheer magnitude of her orgasms, a stray thought runs through my brain: the child will never look like her husband.

I was able to get it up one more time and the ladies took full advantage. For another hour or so we were one, writhing flesh pile, pleasuring each other in any way we could. Later we cleaned up and went away in post-coital bliss. Jennifer was the last to leave my side, saying “Thank you, Bill” and kissing me in passionate embrace.

During the next two weeks, I fucked many more women in need. More mothers came to me, as well as some of the other married women. More of the young teens came to my boat too. I deflowered 13-year-old Lisa the day she showed up on my boat unannounced, leaving her breathless, glowing, stretched, and coated with my hefty ejaculate. When 14-year-old Megan propositioned me by the rocks one day, I couldn’t say no. We slipped down out of sight in that remote location, where I took her virginity from behind, stretching her tight pussy to its limit, leaving the seawater below our feet red from her shattered cherry. One of the women I fucked was Andy’s mother, a full-bodied woman who would never know I had fucked her son earlier in the summer. I buried it in her ass too. Another escapade was with a very promiscuous, 17-year-old Diane, who had set out to screw every man in the compound. I had managed to avoid her for a while, but my turn soon came (pardon the pun). A lithe girl with nice pointy breasts, she was an insatiable animal in my bed, but left tired and sore when we were finished.

Even though I was getting more than I ever could imagine, I still missed Anna. I hadn’t seen her in more than two weeks. Where is she, I worried?

One day, while walking on the beach, I waded into the light surf and enjoyed a quick dip in the brisk ocean water. When I emerged, I noticed brunette Katia, the newcomer to our community, at the waters edge. Obviously a natural sun worshiper; I can see well-developed tan lines that will soon disappear now that she’s here. I contemplate she’s at least one woman in the compound who doesn’t have some hidden agenda with me, so she’s “safe” for now. When she spots me, however, I recognize the body language of desire. She drinks in my deeply tanned, muscled body and my 10-inch dangling pal, and begins the flirting dance of sexual attraction. We’re pretty much alone at this spot on the beach. While I stand and watch, Katia kneels in the lapping water and looks back at me for approval. I give my head a slow nod, as if to say, “I like what I see.” She lies down in the shallow water, the wavelets lightly splashing against her prone form. When she gets back up on her knees, she’s facing me straight on, her legs spread apart. I can’t help but respond, my member swelling at the sight of her display. Seeing my building erection, she flops onto her side in the water and lifts one leg into the air, showing me everything she has. Is this just a tease, or an invitation, I wonder? Wordlessly, I point to the marina while jerking my head in the same direction, and begin the walk to my boat. She got the message. She makes a show of gathering her towels and things without looking my way, but eventually starts walking in my direction. Seconds after I step aboard, Katia follows me on deck and we go below. The moment we’re out of sight, she’s all over me. We flop on my bunk, and without any foreplay (I guess that’s what the cavorting in the water was all about) she climbs on and starts to hump me. Her arousal amazes me (a nymphomaniac, always aroused?) as she rides my cock at a furious pace, her untanned tits bouncing and her pink nipples swelled and taut. “Oh-oh-oh-oh-OH-OH-OH-I’mmmmmm cummmmmmmmmingggg” she moans as her body is wracked by her climax. She rides the waves—and me—for a few more moments. Before I can cum, she leaps off me, spins and swallows my throbbing cock in one thrust…the word ‘swallow’ truly applying, since she shoved all 10+ inches down her throat! I came and came, and she swallowed every drop in deep-throated splendor. Spent, our bodies drenched in sweat, we talked.

“Thanks, man,” she moans. “God, when I saw you today, I knew I had to have that big hunk of meat in me.”

“Damn, we’ve fucked and you don’t even know my name, do you?”

“Who gives a shit?” She laughs, “I talked my husband into joining this club, and he’s too stupid to realize now I can just walk around and pick out all the best meat to sample as I please. Good Lord, it’s like a Disneyland of man-flesh out there…this is going to be great!”

I wondered, is that what I’ve been doing? ‘Sampling’ all the women in camp? Shit, have I been that dim-witted? It didn’t take long for me to usher Katia off my boat. After I showered, I headed for the compound looking for Anna. I looked in a few spots before locating her near the recreation lounge. When she saw me she began to cry, not wanting to look me in the eye.

“Oh, Bill” (I just love how she pronounces my name: Beel) “My heart is broken,” she cries. “You make love to all women in camp, but you don’t look to make love to me again.”

“I am so sorry, Anna. I’ve been a stupid old fool for not realizing something…I love you.” She hiccups a little half sob, and finally looks at me. “Yes, Anna, I do love you…you are the most extraordinary woman I have ever met.”

“But Bill, I am not a woman, just a girl…you can not love me.”

“I do love you, beautiful woman. Yes, you are a woman…more of a woman than most of the women in this camp.” I pause to gather my thoughts—my decision is the right one: “Anna, will you marry me?”

My proposal caught her completely by surprise. “We cannot get married, I am but a girl of sixteen,” her voice trailing off.

“If you say yes, then we will get married. I will ask your father and mother to allow it, and they will say yes. We will marry in France, and live anywhere in the world you want to…” Those dark, mysterious eyes light up like a hundred suns. She leaps into my arms, repeating “oui” over and over again.

Later that year, we married in a small church in a small village in central France. We will live here, my new bride and I. While Anna pursues her dream of a teaching degree at a nearby university, I’ve started a small computer consulting business, learning French on the side. My French is getting passable—I don’t think I sound like an idiot anymore. Anna tells me one night, while making love, that she thinks she’s pregnant. I know she is; her radiance is unmistakable. My little flower—the girl who offered herself to me, and wanted to share the feeling with the world—will have a little flower of her own. I thank God every day that I woke up and realized what I needed most. I will never be with another woman the rest of my life. Anna completes my soul.

The End

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