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The Gardener's Performance


Susan and I managed to sneak off for a quick fuck every now and then. The garage became a favorite place, because Sue could just flip her skirt up and bend over a bicycle. While I porked her from the rear we could both keep an eye on the back of the house, to make sure we didn't get caught. Tim told me he and Cindy got totally naked and did it in bed, after their mom got bombed and fell dead asleep. I envied them the time to really screw around. Sue and I could barely drop our drawers and get a cum because we were so worried about getting caught.

Susan managed another session of cunt-licking with Carrie after a Brownie Scout meeting, and told me about it later. We were whisper- ing in the bathroom as she told me how Carrie's wet tongue felt lapping her clit. I pulled out my cock then and jerked off in front of my sister, thinking about Carrie's skinny little pussy and talented mouth.

During this period, my thoughts kept returning to Liz and her growing titties. Because she didn't go to our school, I couldn't fig- ure out how I was going to arrange another get-together. I even walked by her house a couple of times, but couldn't figure out how I would walk up to the door and ask to talk to her. After all, she was only eleven years old.

Then one day I saw her at the shopping center. I would have noticed her anyway, even if I hadn't met her, because she was walking along real fast and her little braless breasts were jiggling under a thin tee shirt. I ran to catch up with her and pulled her into a cor- ner to chat.

"Oh, hi, Steve!" she said, and seemed genuinely pleased to see me. When I asked her point-blank about getting together and "doing some stuff," she blushed a little bit, but said she would love to. After a little thought, she told me I should go over to their play- house about four o'clock and she and Amber would put on a "little show" for me. I had almost forgotten about her little sister. She wouldn't tell me what she meant by a "show." Anyway, I agreed and hurried home to get my homework done so I could go "play basketball" before dinner.

At ten minutes of four, I was hanging around the park near the back fence of Liz's yard. Soon, I saw Amber in their playhouse, waving me over. When I got over the fence, Amber said I had to hurry up be- cause Liz would be coming to the playhouse real soon.

When Amber and I got in the playhouse, the little eight-year- old dragged me back to a corner, behind a large puppet theater. She giggled as she whispered that Liz was going to bring in their gardener and put on a show for us. I was going to ask what kind of show, but Amber took charge, saying that we only had about a minute to "get ready."

She showed me what kind of "readiness" she had in mind, as she lifted her skirt to pull down her underpants. When I reached to caress her hairless little pussy, she slapped away my hands and started help- ing me take off my jeans. I was just kneeling down to put my half-hard prick in her hand when we heard the door to the playhouse open.

"Well, come on in," we heard Liz say. Looking toward the door, I realized the puppet theatre was covered in some kind of dark cloth, so you could see right out into the room, especially when Liz turned on a lamp beside the couch. As we watched, an old man walked in and sat down on the couch. He must have been over forty years old, because he had some white in his hair.

Liz twirled around in front of him so that her skirt swirled away from her legs. She was wearing a funny outfit, which made her look like a real little girl -- some kind of dress with a short skirt and tennis shoes with pink socks rolled down into anklets. From where I was sitting, I could see her underpants, which were plain pink cotton unlike the "grown-up" underwear she was wearing the last time I had been in the playhouse.

Liz was talking up a blue streak as she turned in lazy circles on the rug in front of this strange man. "Mr. Darnes, it's really great that you come by every day and take care of our yard and stuff. And it's even more great that you like little girls so much and like to see them dance. Can you see how I'm dancing for you? Do you like what you see? Is there any special dance you'd like me to do?"

The man just looked at her with a stupid smile on his face. He didn't say anything, but just nodded or shook his head in response to Liz's questions. When she asked if there was a "special dance" he'd like to see, he nodded his head but didn't name it.

But Liz seemed to know, because she continued, "You like to see little girls do dances that show you their underpants, don't you?" Mr. Darnes nodded his head vigorously.

"Well I'm not sure I should do that," said Liz, in a teasing way. "People might find out about it and I could get in trouble. Will you tell anybody that an eleven-year-old girl let you see her panties?" The gardener shook his head solemnly.

"Well OK then," Liz said. "Here's a dance to show you what you like to see." With that, she started a slow stroll around the floor, twitching her skirts back and forth, higher and higher. As I watched this strange scene, I had almost forgotten about Amber. But she re- minded me as she silently began to rub my half-limp cock into erect- ness. Looking over at her, I saw that she wasn't even looking at my peter, but was staring intently at her sister and the old man on the couch.

When I looked back into the room, I saw that Liz now had her skirts up around her waist as she walked around the room. She had given up any pretense of dancing and was just showing off her almost- shapely legs and pink cotton underpants to the gardener. Stopping just in front of him, she squatted down with spread thighs to show him the crotch of her panties. And she started to talk again.

"Well, you sure are staring at my secret place. You know you have to show me your nasty old dick if you want to see my secret place. You have to beat your meat if you want to see my pee-pee hole. You have to show me your old dick and make it hard and jack it off while I watch."

The gardener seemed unsurprised at the language coming out of Liz's mouth. He just nodded again and started unfastening his pants. Without a word, he stood up and lowered his trousers and undershorts to his knees, sitting back down while his huge cock swung nearly to his knees! I was astounded at the length and thickness of this old man's peter. I wondered if he had ever found anyone he could fuck with that tree limb. Amber's little hand grasped my ordinary-sized prick and began to stroke it as the gardener waved his hardening cock back and forth in front of eleven-year-old Liz's eyes.

But Liz just kept talking. "Well, you sure are showing me your big old dick. And you're flopping it up and down right in front of me. How many little girls have you shown that nasty thing? Do you think about little girls when you rub it up and down like that? Now I suppose you think I'm going to show you my secret place, but I'm not. You just sit there and rub your nasty old prick while I watch. I'll rub my secret place for you." And she dropped her skirt and put her hand under it and began to rummage around.

Mr. Darnes now had both hands on his straining cock. One hand jerked up and down while the other roamed over a cockhead the size of a softball, rubbing and squeezing. He didn't seem to mind if Liz was no longer showing him her underpants, because his horse-cock was com- pletely rigid now and he was getting into a familiar beat. But little Liz apparently wasn't through with her act.

"I'll show you my titties, now," she said. And she began to unbutton her dress. The gardener slowed his masturbation to see this part of the show. As her sister pulled the top of her dress apart and down to show her proud young breasts, Amber guided my hand to her own hairless cuntlips as she continued pulling the skin back and forth on my cock.

"I like to do this when I'm all alone," said Liz, wetting her fingertips and rubbing her pink nipples into erection. "But I'm not all alone when some old guy is beating his meat and watching me do this. You probably like me to look at your nasty old dick. You pro- bably want to see my pee-pee hole right now, don't you?" Mr. Darnes agreed with a solemn nod of his head and a slight increase in jack-off speed.

"Well, OK, then, I'll show you my pee-pee hole, but you can't touch it. You just keep on jerking your big old dick while this little girl pulls down her panties for you. Here," she said, lifting her skirt and pulling down the front of her underwear to reveal her lightly-tufted cunny, "you can look at that for just a second." Liz was standing with her back to me, so I couldn't see much, but the gardener really staring, stroking even harder as he stared at what I knew must be a stimulating sight -- the pink lips on either side of her slit, the dark patch of hair at the bottom of her belly, and just the overall lewd impression of an eleven-year-old girl showing him her bare breasts and crotch. I was stroking harder, too, running my fingers along eight-year-old Amber's crotch and feeling her little-girl juices begin to lubricate my fingertips.

"Now, you can't look any more," Liz teased, as she let her un- derpants snap back into place. "I won't show you any more until you stand up and rub your big old thing in front of the mirror." This must have been a part of a routine, because Mr. Darnes started gathering his pants back up as soon as Liz started talking.

With his enormous cock rigid as a bar of iron, the gardener hobbled over to the mirror and again dropped his pants around his ankles. Little Liz took his place on the couch, placing her heels on the edge of the cushion so her panty-clad crotch was visible to Mr. Darnes as he stared at her image in the mirror and resumed stroking his foot-long dong.

Amber matched the gardener's rhythm as she pulled the skin back and forth on my surging rod. As I glanced down, I was thrilled anew at the sight of this second-grader playing with my penis. I rewarded her with a swirling caress of her wet little slot. She didn't seem to object when I put the end of my little finger against her asshole and rubbed back and forth.

We both looked over at Liz as she resumed her chatter. "OK, Mr. Darnes, you sure are a dirty old guy to be showing a fifth-grader your big old dick. And you are especially nasty to be jacking off your weiner while she watches. I'm gonna show you my pee-hole now so you can finish up and get back to work. Do you wanna see my little pee- pee?" Of course, the gardener nodded and speeded up his cock-stroking.

Despite her tart chatter, Liz's face was red and her eyes were glued on the image of the gardener's throbbing cock in the mirror as she reached between her legs to pull her cotton underpants over to one side. I remembered that fateful night in Cindy's bathroom and my dick gave a surge that nearly ripped it out of Amber's little hands. Mr. Darnes was rubbing both hands on his enormous member faster and faster. Giant veins protruded all over the shiny surface and the head glowed purple as he twisted it. His huge balls were swinging back and forth between his legs in time with his stroking.

Apparently, Liz's little-girl talk was part of the routine, because she resumed her monologue. "Well, I'm showing you my little hole, but it's got some hair around it, and you're such a dirty old guy that you'd probably rather look at some girl who's even younger; someone who doesn't have any hair at all. You'd probably like to see my little sister show you her pee-pee hole, wouldn't you?"

I was surprised when the gardener spoke for the first time. In a bass rumble, he said, "I sure would!"

Without further ado, Amber released my cock, stood up, straightened her skirt primly and stepped from behind the puppet theatre. The gardener was clearly surprised, because he sort of jumped and started to pull up his pants. I wondered how he would ever stuff his rock-hard cock back into his underwear, but he relaxed when he saw Amber grinning and staring at the huge piece of meat pro- jecting from his torso.

"You know my little sister. She's only eight years old, and you're showing her your nasty old dick. You better get back to beating your meat, so she can see what a dirty old man you are." Liz was beating her own meat as she said this, reaching between her widespread thighs to dip her finger into her twat and rub the juice around the red nubbin at the top of her slit.

Mr. Darnes resumed his stroking, staring hungrily at Amber, who matched the intensity of his gaze while moving closer to see this monster cock in action. I was left to my own devices behind the puppet screen, so I started pumping my rigid dick slowly as I watched this sexy scene continue to develop.

Liz continued with her monologue. "Mr. Darnes, my little sis is looking at your big old thing real close. Do you want her to show you that she hasn't got any hair around her pee-hole?" When the gar- dener nodded vigorously, she said, "Amber, show this dirty old guy your little pee-pee." I was surprised to see that Amber acted a little shy as she reached down to the hem of her short, frilly dress and slowly raised it to reveal the fat, hairless lips of her prepubescent pussy.

I noticed that the man's face was red as his eyes ricocheted back and forth between the little girl exposing herself a few feet away and the image of her masturbating older sister reflected in the mirror. His balls swung faster as his cock-stoking tempo increased. Amber now had her skirt fully up, revealing her fat little tummy, her hairless crotch, and her little-girl legs capped in white socks and shiny black shoes. Her eyes were glued on the jack-off action a yard from her face.

Liz started up again. "Rub that big old thing and squirt your nasty stuff right in front of my sister and me. Show us your dirty old jack-off stuff. We like to watch a dirty old man rub his thing until it squirts. We'll watch you while you make it come out the end of your big old thing."

As though Liz had commanded him, Mr. Darnes began to cum in long, even spurts. Each gush seemed to contain several ounces of fluid. He seemed to be directing it at the mirror, and I realized he was squirting on Liz's image. I was close to cumming myself, but wanted to hold off to see what happened next. As he finished, Liz and Amber stood together by the couch, with their skirts lowered again. Without another word, the gardener pulled up his pants, tucking his still-considerable hose back in his trousers. As he stooped to go out the playhouse door, both girls thanked him sincerely.

As soon as the door was closed, they rushed behind the puppet screen. Pushing me over on my back, Liz climbed atop my rampant dick and Amber squatted over my face. I was cumming almost before Liz got settled, but she was hot enough to greet my spurting cock with cunt- squeezes that told me she was getting off as well. I couldn't see her, because my face was buried in the smooth, slick flesh of Amber's sweet little pussy. A few licks to her tiny red clit sent her into shivering ecstasy too.

The girls collapsed on top of me as we all twitched in our post-cum state.

As soon as we could sit up, Liz asked me what I had thought of the show. Naturally, I told her I thought it was great. Liz said their gardener had caught her and Amber in a double-suck session in the play- house a week earlier. Rather than scold them or try to fuck them, he just asked if they wanted to see him cum. When they saw his prick they realized why he hadn't wanted to fuck them.

Amber said Mr. Darnes made up all that stuff about "pee-pee holes" and "dirty old guy" that Liz had to say. She also said he could only do it every couple of days, because he told them he had a bad heart and was afraid all this excitement would kill him. He also wouldn't let them touch his prong, even though both girls were dying to see what it felt like.

Amber and Liz scrambled up to clean off the mirror. As they swabbed off the mess of goo, I sat on the couch and was treated to flashes of naked bottom as they stooped to get the gardener's stuff off the floor and mirror. Once again, I felt my prick begin to harden.

By the time the girls were finished, my dick was sticking straight up. Amber was the first to notice, and rushed over to jack me off. But Liz pushed her aside and said she wanted to suck me off. She said Amber could lick her pussy instead. I noticed Amber didn't look too happy about that, so I suggested we make a daisy-chain on the floor.

Liz immediately flopped backward, hoisting her skirt to bare her fringe-topped cunt. I lay at an angle, so my cock was even with Liz's mouth. Without waiting for the rest of the chain to form, Liz began to see how much of my stiff dick she could stuff into her mouth. The sight of this open-cunted eleven-year-old sucking my stick was enough to make me cum right then, but I tore my eyes away to help Amber understand what I had in mind.

As she clumsily lowered herself into position and squirmed to get her dress around her waist, I guided her so she completed the triangle, with her face in her sister's gaping crotch. I glanced again at Liz's sexy sucking and then lowered my own lips again to Amber's schoolgirl pussy.

As my mouth got closer, Amber strained her legs wide apart, so her snowy little pussy lips spread to reveal the slimy pinkness within. I could smell the strangely fresh aroma of little-girl sex-flesh as I extended my tongue to trail across her virginal gash. Making my tongue hard, I pushed it between the curtains of her lips to the spot where I knew her canal began. With her legs wide, my tongue was able to pene- trate a bit, so I began to plunge it in and out of the eight-year-old's tight hole. I could hear Amber groan, but I could also feel the con- strictions as her tiny tunnel gripped my tongue as though reluctant to let it go.

As I pulled my face away to look down again at Liz's mouth at work on my prick, I saw that Amber's little pussy was fluttering open and closed with her orgasmic spasms. I also noticed her pink bottom hole tightening and relaxing as her insides heaved. With a quick glance at Liz's lips locked around my rock-hard rod, I aimed my tongue at the winking target of Amber's asshole. Twirling my tongue around the rim of her hairless bunghole, I was rewarded with another groan of little-girl pleasure. Liz was groaning too, so Amber must have been repaying my kindness with tongue-fucking her sister was enjoying.

As I hardened my tongue to probe the little girl's anus, I brought my hands into play, spreading her immature cunt lips and run- ning a finger from one end of her slit to the other. Swirling my wet finger around her clitty, I plunged my tongue into her tight little bottom. I was surprised when Amber spread her legs even wider, open- ing her crotch and bottom to my continued exploration.

Unfortunately, I was quickly losing interest in diddling Amber, because Liz had combined cock-pumping with cockhead-slurping to bring me to the point of eruption. I pulled my face from her sister's crotch to watch my sperm spurt out the corners of Liz's mouth. Although she couldn't handle it all, Liz sucked hard, as though to draw every last drop from my pumping peter.

As she slumped away from my crotch, I could see that Amber was still hard at work on the big red knob that protruded from below the patch of hair atop her sister's mound. Her little tongue continued to flick it back and forth while she pinched Liz's pussy lips together. As I watched, Liz gave a shudder and a groan, slamming her thighs to- gether to stop Amber's continued stimulation.

As we put our clothes back on, we talked a little while longer about their strange gardener, and then I dodged back to the park and home.


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