Amanda's European Vacation, Part 2

I had called from a pay phone at the train station before we left France so Lucia was waiting at Barcelona's central station when we arrived. She was a short, round woman maybe ten years older than me with long, curly black hair prematurely streaked with gray. She welcomed Amanda with a merry smile and the typical European air kisses which left my little girl nonplussed. As we trailed behind her with our luggage, Amanda tugged at my hand to bend down and said quietly, "She squeezed my butt when she hugged me."

I simply replied, "That means she likes you."

Lucia took us on the underground metro which interested Amanda - a subway was a first for her. We climbed back to street level and Amanda stopped, entranced by the lacy stonework towers of the Sagrada Familia cathedral. "WHAT is THAT?" she demanded. Lucia explained in her warmly-accented English that it was a big church, that it was even crazier-looking inside, and that we could have a tour later in the week if Amanda wanted.

From there it was a short walk to the apartment block where the Montez family lived. We entered to cheerful chaos in their apartment as eleven-year-old Olivia and eight-year-old Jorge were setting the table for lunch while their father Gabriel worked in the kitchen. Gabriel was as tall and angular as his wife was soft and round. His Swiss heritage showed in his sharp features and shock of blond hair. He bent almost double to give Amanda another hug and cheek kisses (and another squeeze of her cute little ass). Lucia showed us to the guest suite, a small bedroom almost entirely filled by a queen-size bed and wardrobe but with an attached full bath. She said we could freshen up and lunch would be served as soon as we rejoined the family.

The bathroom was one of those European-style where there was no shower stall, just a central drain and a showerhead in the opposite corner from the rest of the fixtures. Amanda and I had a quick, giggly shower. Only ten percent of the time involved actual washing. The rest was Amanda sucking my cock to full hardness as the water plastered her brown hair to her head and streamed down her beautiful tanned body, and then me boosting her up in my arms with her legs over my shoulders and holding her against the tiled wall to return the favor, licking and slurping at her bald little clam until I was able to taste her essence and she was cooing and tugging at my hair. I didn't let either of us climax, but saved our energies for our host family. We toweled off and I gave Amanda's hair a quick blow dry. I opened our suitcases on the bed and was pulling out fresh clothing for myself. But Amanda, assuming that how we had started with M. Robert was going to be the rule for the entire vacation, simply slipped on her white sandals and then opened the bedroom door and walked out into the apartment. I hurriedly pulled on a tshirt and jeans and followed, coming up behind just as she turned the corner and presented herself to the Montezes. The children's' eyes widened. They were obviously their parents' kids but a mix-and-match set. Olivia was tall and thin like her father but with her mother's dark coloring and masses of curly black hair. Two biscuit-sized little breastlets were outlined beneath her blouse high on her narrow chest. Jorge was a little butterball with hair so blond it was almost white.

Both Gabriel and Lucia smiled widely at the sight of Amanda's bare body. Lucia's eyes roamed up and down my niece's naked form and I saw her notice how Amanda's puffy labia were still pink and slightly parted, the slit shiny with moisture from our cunnilingus session in the shower. All she said was "Oh, what pretty shoes," but she winked at me.

The children were less reserved. "You're naked!" Jorge exclaimed in lightly-accented English and Olivia followed up with "Are you a nudist?" Amanda hadn't heard that word before and she looked up at me with some confusion.

"Amanda's not a nudist but she likes to go naked because she's a sexy little girl. She loves to show off her privates and have sex with people," I explained, as if it were completely normal for an 8-year-old child to be so promiscuous. "Amanda," I said, patting her shoulder, "It's polite to ask your hosts if it's okay before you go naked."

Amanda blushed. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said. "I'll go get dressed." But I rested my hand on her bare shoulder and held her in place.

"No, it's okay, carita," Lucia said with a warm smile. "We don't mind, do we, Gabe?" She came around the table and went to one knee to look Amanda in the eye. She put her hands on Amanda's shoulders. "You're a very pretty little girl and it's so nice to see all of you. As she spoke she moved her hands downward, stroking over Amanda's small pink nipples. They hardened into little pips and gooseflesh spread across the child's skin as Lucia trailed her nails down Amanda's sides. Then she made a sweet little grunt in her throat as Lucia flicked a finger across her clit, then slid it down into her cleft. Lucia curled her finger and Amanda's knees trembled as she was penetrated. "Oh, how cute!" Lucia exclaimed, looking up at me with mischief in her eyes. "You got her all warmed up already." Amanda gasped as she felt Lucia's finger moving inside her. Lucia pumped once, then gently withdrew it and, looking straight into Amanda's eyes, put her finger into her own mouth and sucked it clean. Amanda's blush intensified. As Lucia stood I saw that Jorge was staring at my niece with frank curiosity, Olivia with uncertainty and their father with a hunger that Amanda was becoming very familiar with.

Gabe's voice was a little hoarse as he invited us all to sit down to eat. He brought a kitchen towel and set it on the chair for Amanda. We sat down to a cold meal, salads and smoked meats. There was wine for the adults and watered wine for the children - Amanda politely refused the drink and Gabe poured her some fruit juice instead. We learned that the children attended an American school in Barcelona, hence their good English skills but of course they also spoke Spanish and Catalan while their parents as was typical for educated Europeans had seven or eight languages between them. Amanda chattered away while Jorge and Olivia were more reserved. Only Amanda's bare upper chest and shoulders were visible above the table but as we ate I noted Jorge, sitting across from her, trying to sneak little peeks at the rest of Amanda's bare body underneath the table. He was trying to be sneaky about it but, being eight, he was not especially good at sneaky. Amanda saw what he was doing. We traded smiles and then I saw her start to scissor her thighs open and then slam them closed as soon as Jorge tried to look. Gabe tipped me a wink and then admonished his son to stop fidgeting.

And then, without any segue from the smalltalk, Lucia turned to her daughter and said "Whose idea was it for you to suck on your little brother's penis, yours or his?" Olivia dropped her fork and it clattered on her plate. Two spots of pink appeared high on her cheeks. Her mouth opened and closed but no sound came out. Jorge's eyes got big and round. "It's supposed to be a secret," he whispered.

"I'm sorry!" Olivia burst out. "It was my idea, don't blame Jorge!" She switched to rapid Spanish, far too fast for me to follow, as her voice climbed in pitch and her throat clogged with tears. Amanda looked on, wide-eyed. Seeing the older girl get so upset so suddenly upset her in sympathy. I could tell because her hand stole into her lap to cup her sex and she began rhythmically pressing the heel of her hand against her clit - it wasn't sexual, only self-soothing.

Lucia switched to Spanish as well as she gathered her daughter in a hug, her voice low and relaxed. She rubbed Olivia's back in little circles. After a moment she released the girl. Olivia wouldn't meet her gaze so Lucia put a finger beneath her chin and lifted so they were almost nose-to-nose. She switched back to English. "It's OK, mi vida, you are not in trouble. Your father and I are happy that you have found this way to give your little brother pleasure. It shows how much you love him. But there are many other ways to give, and to receive pleasure, and your father and I agree that it's time for you - for both of you - to learn about them. That's one reason we have invited Amanda and her uncle."

Olivia's dark eyes were wide and her face was blank from the emotional overload. She looked at my niece, comfortably naked at the table with a family she had just met, then back at her mother. "But..." She couldn't seem to formulate a question.

Amanda, with less emotional investment in the discussion, was quicker. Looking back and forth between Lucia and Gabe she asked innocently "Do you want me to teach Olivia and Jorge how to fuck?" I bent down and whispered in her ear. "Follar?" She added, her tongue tripping over the slightly rolled 'r'.

Jorge crowed "Amanda said a bad word!" Olivia's jaw dropped while at the same time her face flushed bright red. She looked at Amanda, shaking her head slightly as if she couldn't believe what she heard. Thinking she was being contradicted, Amanda nodded her head vigorously enough to make her hair bounce. "I fuck a lot. I can show you, it's really fun! Your cunt gets all warm and tingly and then you have an orgasm, that's the best part!" She paused thoughtfully. "It's like...imagine if a sneeze felt better than anything, and imagine if it came out through your whole body and not just your nose." By the time she finished I thought Olivia might faint. Her blush got brighter and brighter and she was literally gasping for air.

Lucia hugged Olivia again and Gabe stood and moved around the table to also put an arm around his daughter. "That's exactly right, Amanda," he said approvingly, "Although please don't use that word, Jorge is right that we don't use that language in this house." He bent to kiss the top of Olivia's head and spoke softly to her. "Since you and your brother are already experimenting your mother and I think it's time to teach you both about your bodies and how good they can feel."

"But that's not until tomorrow," Lucia took up. "It's a very nice day today so after we clean up from la comida we will go to the beach. Then this evening I will take Amanda and her uncle to my studio to do some photography." She looked into Olivia's eyes and then bent to give her a kiss on the lips that maybe lingered just one extra half-second. "Don't be upset, Bibi, this will be fun." And then lunch resumed as if nothing had happened, although Olivia was silent and her appetite seemed to have vanished.

Once the table was cleared we all went to get ready for the beach. I was putting on my swim trunks and admiring Amanda's tight little ass with its fading tan line, when she turned to me from her open suitcase. "I don't have my swimsuit!" she declared. "Or my flipflops!" True, they were all buried in the sand in that little cove on the French Mediterranean beach.

"Hmm," I said. "Well, let's go tell Lucia, maybe Olivia has a suit she's outgrown you can wear."

"Lost your swimsuit?" Lucia said, looking down at the naked eight-year-old. "How did that happen, did you forget to pack it when you left France?"

"Oh no," Amanda explained blithely. "I ate some grownup brownies I wasn't supposed to and they made my head really silly and funny but they also made my cunt really want sex and so I got so busy fucking that I forgot to put my suit back on when we went on the boat, and it was ok there because there were lots of grownups that wanted to fuck and that's pretty much all I did the rest of the day. You should've seen, I had semen all over me!" She looked down at herself and, completely unselfconsciously peeled her labia open, revealing the tiny pink inner lips and the dark hole. "By the time we got home I was super sore, and I was leaking goo out of here for the rest of the night."

"I see," Lucia said, smiling bemusedly at my niece's total lack of concern at spreading her cunt for an adult she had just met. "Well, I don't think Olivia kept her old suits. It's common here for the littlest children to go naked on the beach. You're a bit older than usual...but I think it'll be okay. At the very least," she said, grinning over Amanda's head at me, "It'll be an adventure. As for between here and there...wait one minute." She disappeared back into her bedroom. She came back out and held out a robe. "Here, put this on."

It was Lucia's own robe, no more than thigh length on her but it fell to Amanda's calves. It was also white and lacy and semitransparent, and Amanda's tanned skin was plainly visible through it. She might almost have stayed naked. Actually this was sexier than naked because while the robe left little to the imagination, the little girl's charms appeared and disappeared as she moved. "Thanks!" Amanda said.

Then we were interrupted by Jorge who came bounding out of his bedroom just as naked as my niece. "Mira!" he exclaimed. "Look, I'm a nudist too!" His little pecker, pale and uncircumcised bounced as he pranced around the room, giggling madly. Lucia's tone was stern but she was suppressing a grin as she ordered her son to go put his swimsuit on.

Eventually we were ready. Gabe wore a Speedo under a white short-sleeved tunic with embroidery around the collar side vents. Lucia had a skirted one-piece in a pale lavender that set off her skin tone. Olivia also had a one-piece suit though hers was French cut high on the hips and had cutouts at the sides and left her back mostly bare. Her new breasts were clearly outlined by the elastic fabric. She caught me looking at a slight cameltoe and blushed, then tried to pull the fabric away from her crotch.

The family car was a 2-door Fiat. Gabe drove with Lucia shotgun. The rest of us were crowded into the back seat, Jorge on Olivia's lap and Amanda on mine. It was a warm day, traffic was slow, and the car had no a/c. Amanda untied her robe and spread it open, turning sideways in my lap and opening her legs. Jorge was transfixed staring at her bare body. Amanda was just trying to stay cool but when she noticed the boy staring she asked him right out, "Haven't you ever seen a cunt before?"

I don't think Jorge knew the word but before he could answer, Amanda spread herself open with the fingers of one hand and started giving an impromptu anatomy lesson. "This is my vulva. See, this up here is my button, it's the part that feels best to touch. This here is where the pee comes out and this," - now she used both hands to open herself up - "This is where the penis goes to fuck. Here, give me your finger." Jorge was too stunned to respond so Amanda leaned forward and grabbed his hand. Jorge had to lean forward in turn as she pulled it toward herself. She folded down his fingers and thumb, leaving just the index sticking out and she maneuvered it to the base of her slit. "Now push!" she ordered the boy.

Jorge's mouth made an "O" and Amanda sighed as Jorge's finger disappeared into her baby pussy. "See, now I can do this," she said and Jorge said "Wow!" as Amanda tensed her pelvic muscles. I felt her butt clench against my thigh as she squeezed the boy's finger. She pursed her lips and bore down until Jorge's finger, now shiny with moisture, was pushed right out of her vagina. "Now smell it!" she ordered him. He did, wrinkling his nose but not in disgust, just surprise. "What's it smell like?" she demanded. Jorge just shook his head. "It's me!" Amanda exclaimed and burst into giggles. Olivia looked scandalized but Lucia, who had turned in her seat to watch, joined in the laughter. Amanda leaned back against me, her head snugged under my chin and her bare legs spread and draped over mine, and idly masturbated, rubbing little circles around her clitoris with her second and third fingers. Before long she shivered, her legs trembled and she sighed and relaxed against me. I looked down and her fingers were shiny with moisture. She dipped between her pale pillowy labia and spread wetness all over her vulva. I couldn't resist lending a helping hand, or finger anyway. I covered her small hand briefly with mine, then slipped down to massage her opening with my index finger. "Mmmmm," she sighed as I gently pressed and my finger slid into the eight-year-old's cunt with no resistance.

I slowly fingered Amanda all the rest of the way to the beach as she moaned quietly, her head turned to the side and her eyes tightly closed. The shiver-tremble-sigh happened twice more before we got through traffic. The other children watched Amanda's orgasms, Jorge avidly and Olivia covertly.

Finally we were able to park. I withdrew my finger from my niece and she opened her eyes and sat up. What followed was the controlled chaos of getting three adults and three children extracted via two doors and then gathering and organizing all our beach paraphernalia out of the trunk. We walked down to the beach and chose a spot close to the water, deployed large towels and a canopy, set out our cooler and beach bags. The sun was hot but not too hot. There was a nice breeze carrying a faint salt smell off the water. The sky was robin's egg blue and cloudless. Despite the near perfect conditions the beach was not too crowded.

With no warning Amanda threw off her robe and dashed for the water - I barely managed to snag one hand and stop her. "Sunscreen first, young lady!" Olivia was anointing herself, while Lucia was spreading cream on Jorge's chest and limbs. I was doing the same on Amanda's flat chest and belly when Gabe joined me, starting at Amanda's ankles and moving up her legs with his large hands until he was kneading her supple little butt cheeks. Her eyes opened wide and she made a little "Ooo!" of surprise, then looked over her shoulder to tell Gabe "I don't think the sun ever gets in there." I laughed.

As soon as I gave her the nod Amanda dashed for the water, running into the light Mediterranean surf and then jumping and turning gracefully in midair to splash into the water on her back. I looked around. There were any number of naked toddlers frolicking but Lucia was right, all the kids I saw close to Amanda's age were wearing suits though many of the little girls were topless. Jorge scampered after Amanda and Olivia followed at a more decorous pace but before long all three were playing together, the two youngers ganging up to splash Olivia and try to take her down into the water.

After a while Olivia waded further out and began swimming laps back and forth parallel to the beach, cutting through the water gracefully, her coltish limbs flashing in the bright sun. Amanda and Jorge came back to us long enough to collect buckets and shovels and then headed back down to the surf line to start work on a sandcastle. Gabe retrieved some plastic cups and a bottle of red wine from the beach bag and poured for us all. As I sipped at the wine I watched Amanda bossing Jorge over the design of their castle, but I was also scanning the area looking for a certain type of person paying a certain type of attention to my niece. She was excavating with her hands doggy-style, her back arched with her cute butt up in the air and her slit plainly visible between her spread thighs when I saw a few dozen feet behind her a young man, a teenager really. He was standing still and shading his eyes trying to appear that he was looking at something off in the distance further up the shoreline but Amanda just happened to be in a direct line of his gaze. My suspicion was confirmed when, moments later, Amanda stood, brushed sand off her knees, and ran back up to where we adults sat. The kid tried to look casual as he turned to follow her progress, but it was clear to me.

"I'm thirsty!" Amanda declared.

Lucia handed Amanda a bottle of water from the cooler. I took the opportunity to reapply her sunscreen. "I think there's a boy who wants to meet you," I whispered into her ear as I massaged the cream into her chest.

"Where?" Amanda said.

"Look over my shoulder. See him, in the red trunks? Pretending to look at something off in the distance? He's been watching you. You did a great job of showing him your cunt while you were building your sandcastle and I think he wants to see it close up."

Amanda cocked her head and looked at me with concern in her eyes. "Do...do you want me to fuck him?"

"What do you want?" I returned. "I think it'd be fun, but it's up to you. You're getting your picture taken tonight so no sex." Or not much anyway, I thought to myself.

Amanda considered, then smiled. "Okay! He does look cute. But...where should I do it?" She looked up and down the beach.

Gabe spoke up. "Bring him here." He indicated inside the canopy where the cover nearly reached the sand on three sides. It was pretty sheltered. There was no one right behind us and he shifted some of our stuff to better block the view from the sides.

Amanda walked off through the sand. The boy was still trying to covertly watch her but when he realized she was heading straight for him he was startled out of the pretense. The eight-year-old stepped quite close to him and tilted her head back. "Hi, my name's Amanda. What's yours?"

"No hablo ingles," the boy stuttered out, his face getting red as his eyes roved all over the child's naked form.

Amanda had picked up that phrase already from the Montez children. She pointed at her chest. "A-man-da," she said with exaggerated diction. Then she pointed at the boy and raised her eyebrows.

"Jose," he said.

Amanda stepped even closer, took the boy's hand, and held it to her chest. "Jose, do you want to fuck?" I guffawed. No coyness, no games in my little niece. Now that she had been thoroughly introduced to sex with other people besides me, she wasn't the least bit shy about it. The boy just looked confused. But when Amanda added "Follar?" his face first showed astonishment, then he broke into a wide grin and nodded vigorously. Keeping her grip on his hand, Amanda turned and headed back towards us. The boy pulled Amanda to a stop when he realized she was leading him towards three adults, but she pulled back and got him moving again. He looked pretty nervous when he got to us. "This is my uncle Rufus, he showed me how to have sex, and this is Lucia and Gabriel, I'm going to fuck them later but I feel sexy now and I don't want to wait, so c'mon!"

Of course her chatter was unintelligible to the boy. He was tall and thin and younger than I had thought at first, his body not yet filled out from his adolescent growth spurt. He had straight black hair in a mullet that he probably spent half an hour teasing into a nice pouf up front. He had a scatter of acne across his cheeks, wispy soft outriders on his upper lip and a patch of dark down in the center of his rather concave chest. His best feature were his eyes, bright blue and piercing and just now showing a little white all the way around. He was wearing short red trunks showing an obvious tent that couldn't have been very comfortable. He kept his eyes forward, afraid to look at any of us grownups - what did he think we were going to do, spank him for accepting a sexual proposition from a naked eight-year-old? Maybe wake him up from what obviously had to be a dream?

Jose bent low under the sun canopy and had to go down on his knees on the towels we had spread over the sand. Amanda didn't waste any time getting to business. While the boy was still settling down Amanda was already tugging at his trunks. He grimaced as the fabric pulled, then stretched out the waistband and shoved them down. What looked like a painfully hard erection popped free, jumping and twitching in time with the boy's hammering heart. There was a patch of soft-looking black curls at the base of the shaft. The foreskin was half-retracted from a bulbous purple head. Amanda wrapped her hand around it and gently pulled the foreskin back. The boy groaned. Then she looked over at me and, holding my gaze, leaned forward and flicked her tongue back and forth across the tip of the boy's penis. I groaned. I don't know why I found it so exciting to watch her having sex with other people. I loved her childish enthusiasm, the way she approached it as play. I loved her utter unconcern with any moral questions of promiscuity, of being naked in public, of taking on multiple partners at the same time. It was all just fun for her, a great new game that I had taught her.

Amanda stuffed the boy's cockhead into her mouth. She was only eight and he was close to his full growth so she had to strain her jaw to open wide enough. Her cheeks bulged and hollowed as she sucked hard. She pulled off and painted her tongue all over the head as she jacked the shaft. The boy's breath started to come in huge moaning gasps. I opened my mouth to warn Amanda about teenagers' short fuses but it was too late. An enormous gout of semen blasted out of the boy. It hit Amanda right on the tip of her nose and splashed everywhere. Startled, Amanda's head went back and she lost her grip on the boy's cock. It bounced up and fired another blast into her hair.

But my niece recovered from her surprise quickly. She grabbed the pulsing, spurting spear and stuffed it into her mouth. Her cheeks bulged and her eyes started to water as her mouth filled up. For some reason she didn't swallow. Semen started to dribble from the corners of her mouth and run down her chin. The boy's penis continued to pulse, pumping even more goo into Amanda. Now she tried to swallow but there was too much. She choked and sprayed cum everywhere, soaking the boy's pubes and having some splash back on her face. She spit out the cock and bent over, coughing onto the towel. When she sat up I couldn't suppress a bark of laughter. Her face was an absolute mess with sperm in her hair, her eyebrows, clotting her long lashes, coating her cheeks, dripping off her chin. There was even jizz running from her nostrils.

The eight-year-old sat there blinking for a moment and a look of fear passed over the boy's face. I think he expected her to cry or scream "rape" or something. He sagged with relief when instead Amanda burst out laughing. "Wow, that's a lot!" she exclaimed, and then asked for a bottle of water. Still giggling, she wiped her eyes clear of the stinging goo then sucked her fingers clean. She took a deep drink of water, burped, and then flopped over on her back. She spread her legs obscenely wide and pulled herself open with cummy fingertips.

"Come here and lick my cunt!" she said imperiously. "You have to get me all wet and slippery so your penis will go inside!" The boy looked momentarily confused until Amanda mimed an exaggerated lick and then pointed at her hairless cunt. He looked dubious - probably he had never tasted pussy before. Amanda pointed again with an insistent face and so, slowly, he leaned forward and brought his face closer and closer to Amanda's beautiful pink treasure. When he got within a couple of inches he sniffed - which I would've found offensive, but Amanda was just impatient. She grabbed Jose's ears and smashed his face into her crotch. He made a "mmmf!" noise but obediently opened wide and covered her entire tiny vulva with his mouth. Amanda got up on her elbows. "That's right," Amanda encouraged him. "Lick my button, and put lots of spit on the little hole at the bottom." Of course the kid didn't understand, but I was startled to hear Gabe start offering a running translation. I looked over and he was half-turned to watch the lewd performance. His cock was straining the fabric of his banana hammock. Lucia was still on parenting duty, keeping an eye on their children but she was smiling too.

After a couple minutes' worth of Jose's untrained but increasingly enthusiastic cunnilingus, Amanda's pelvis started to gyrate. She flopped back onto the towel. She began making little coos and gasps and her expression was blissful underneath the heavy coating of cum drying on her face. Jose, for his part, had never lost his impressive erection and when he started to hump against the towel covering the sand, Amanda noticed. She looked over at Gabe and, in between her cute little panting, said "Tell him to lie down on his back." Gabe obediently translated. He was now gripping his own cock through the thin fabric of his suit.

When Jose rolled over on his back Amanda planted her feet to either side of his hips and stood over him. Her smooth labia were puffy and a delightful pink and shone with spit. Her slit was slightly open and her clit was a darker pink, swollen and protruding. Jose looked up at her like he was seeing the gates of heaven.

Smiling widely, Amanda squatted. She put one hand flat on Jose's chest for balance. He groaned when she wrapped her other hand around his cock and pointed it straight up. It visibly pulsed in her grip. She lowered herself. When the bulbous purple head of Jose's cock made contact with her slit he gasped and she giggled. She wiggled her ass to position it properly at her opening, then her expression became concentrated and she started to bear down. On the first attempt it didn't go in but slipped up and skidded up over her clit. Amanda grimaced and reset her balance. She tried again, this time holding Jose's cock with both hands and centering her weight, but again the shaft bent and it popped free. "Dammit," I heard Amanda mutter, sounding so exactly like me when I was frustrated by some recalcitrant piece of machinery that I guffawed.

Her lips pursed in concentration Amanda tried again, and it was third time lucky. Both children exclaimed together as her taut inner labia separated and stretched, and Jose's cockhead burrowed between them. Amanda bore down and it slowly wedged her vulva open, distorting it around the glans it looked much to small to accommodate.

With maybe half of Jose's cockhead inside her, Amanda paused. She was breathing heavily and her face was a little red from exertion. Closing her eyes she raised up a little, just enough to reduce the pressure against her opening, and then dropped! "Whoa!" she yelled as suddenly the entirety of Jose's glans and an inch or two of shaft disappeared into her. She moaned "Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh," in mingled pleasure and pain as her cunt was stretched far beyond what an eight-year-old should be able to tolerate - though I knew she could do it. "Oh my god," she panted, "Your penis feels amazing inside me. Fucking is so cool, I love doing it!" Carefully she began to lift and lower herself. She hissed through her teeth on the upstroke and exclaimed each time she swallowed another fraction of an inch of teenaged cock. Before long she was moving more fluidly, almost bouncing up and down. Juice slid down the exposed part of Jose's cock.

Jose let loose with a torrent of Spanish, which Gabe helpfully translated. "He loves you, you are very very tight and hot, you are his first and he has never felt anything so good..."

Gabe was interrupted then by a high-pitched "Dios mio!" as a shadow fell across me. I looked up and it was Olivia, rejoining us from her swim. But her eyes were glued to the sight of my prepubescent niece having intercourse with a boy probably twice her age. Olivia's eyes were as big and round as dinner plates as she took in the sight of Amanda's cunt bulging around a cock nearly as thick as her wrist. Amanda's labia and face were nearly identical shades of red from her exertion and she was now softly chanting "Fuck, fuck, fuck," as her cunt squelched obscenely in time with her bobbing up and down.

"How can she...he's hurting her!" Olivia cried.

"Not at all," Lucia contradicted her daughter.

"Look, she's driving the bus," I added. "She's on top, if she didn't like it she could get off at any time." And just as I said it, she did, though not the way I meant. Amanda threw her head back and froze. Her eyes squeezed shut and she opened her mouth to let out a long, low shaky moan. Then her legs started to tremble violently enough that she lost her balance and fell forward onto Jose's chest. She lay there, her legs twitching and drawn up frog-like, deeply penetrated. Her cunt and her little asshole were visibly clenching and relaxing with her orgasmic spasms. The sensation of her stuffed cunt vibrating sent Jose over the edge. "Mierda, guarra!" he cried out and humped up, shoving his cock hard enough into Amanda to make her yelp. Semen squirted from the tight seal my niece's stretched labia made around Jose's veined shaft. Amanda cried out in a high, quavering voice and then collapsed, seeming to melt against the older boy.

Lucia, meanwhile, was giving her daughter a running commentary. "See, she's a very sexual little girl. She's only eight but she is having an orgasm. Señor Rufus says she really enjoys it and he is right. Look at how much fun she's having, it makes her very happy. You can ask her yourself, later." Olivia was shaking her head, whether in denial or disbelief I couldn't say.

Meanwhile Amanda was recovering. She pushed herself up on her hands and wiped semen-clotted hair away from her face where sweat had remoistened the protein glaze. "Whew, that was nice!" But when Jose tried to kiss her she pulled back. "Ew, what are you doing?" she demanded. I chuckled. My niece was learning to screw like a wildcat and didn't mind doing strangers but mouth kissing was reserved for people she knew and loved - like me.

Amanda disentangled herself from the boy. She grunted and he gasped as she got her feet under her and lifted up. Her bald labia clung to Jose's cock as it slid out, followed by a thick stream of cum that dribbled onto the towel and slowly soaked in. "Okay, thanks," Amanda said as she stood and stepped free. She looked down at herself, at her cunt now steadily leaking white goo down her thigh. "I'm going to go rinse off," she said and took off at a run towards the water, leaving a somewhat dumbfounded Jose behind. He looked around, looked at the three grownups and one tween girl all regarding him, blushed crimson, fumbled himself back into his swim trunks, and slunk away without a word.

Despite being mostly open, it smelled like sex under the sunshade. Lucia asked Olivia to adjust the canopy to let more air circulate. She did, wrinkling her nose at the odor and then exclaiming in disgust as her bare foot came down on the wet spot the children had made and came away sticky. She half-hopped down to the water to wash the goo off her foot, passing Amanda as the younger girl was heading back up. Meanwhile, Gabe had gone down to where Jorge had completed his sand fortress, complete with moat, crenelations and an inner keep and was now gleefully kicking it to pieces. Gabe collected the boy. Meanwhile Lucia was gathering our things and I took down the canopy. We all headed back to the car. The robe Amanda had been wearing had gotten stashed in one of the beach bags so I just draped a towel around her neck which sort of half-covered her enough to walk back to where the car was parked. We stuffed ourselves into the little two-door, Amanda discarding the towel to sit naked on my lap again. Traffic was still pretty bad. Amanda rested her head against my chest and let her eyes drift closed. I couldn't keep my hands off her. As I fondled her bare body and her salt-stiffened hair she gently masturbated herself, quietly sighing through several little climaxes through the stop-and-go traffic. Jorge couldn't take his eyes off her, the little horndog, while Olivia tried to look anywhere else. She seemed deeply embarrassed - or maybe repulsed - by my niece's precocious libido.

In any case by the time we got back to the Montez' apartment we were all a little sunburnt and stupefied and so by mutual silent agreement everyone peeled off to their rooms for siesta. Amanda and I undressed and showered off the sand and sunscreen and then tumbled naked into our bed. But I couldn't keep my hands off the little girl. "You are so sexy," I murmured to her. "Watching you fuck that boy got me so horny I can hardly stand it. What a little slut you are!"

Amanda cuddled against me and said sleepily, "What's that mean, what's a slut?"

"It means a girl that likes lots of sex," I said.

"Well then," Amanda said with a big smile, "I must be a slut!"

"But it's a word people use when they want to be insulting, like having sex is bad. I know you know already you have to keep it a secret that you fuck your weird old uncle. So don't go bragging to your friends about what a big slut you are." As I spoke I reached down and cupped Amanda's vulva, stroking the smooth skin. It was warm and still a little swollen from the beach.

She made a little "mmm" sound, almost a purr, but when I pressed a fingertip against her opening she pulled away. "Oh don't, I'm a little sore!"

"OK, sweetie," I kissed the top of her head. "But I am sooo horny, look at this!" I grabbed the base of my cock and waggled at. I was indeed very hard and just rubbing against her thighs was almost too much for me. "Maybe suck on me?"

"Ooo-kay," she said sleepily, and started to slide down the bed. But I grabbed her around the waist and half lifted and moved her around as I rolled onto my back. She giggled. I got a toe up my nose briefly, but then I had her arranged lying on her stomach atop me with her knees straddling my head. I sighed as I felt her two hands wrap around my cock like it was a baseball bat and then groaned as the moist heat of her mouth engulfed my glans.

"Fuuuuck, yeah, suck my cock," I said as she flicked her tongue over and around me and dug it into my pisshole.

She pulled off with a pop and looked over her shoulder at me, brushing her damp hair out of her face and smiling. "Sure I will, I'm a little slut," and with that she dived back onto my cock.

"Fuck yes you are!" I exclaimed. I ran my hands up the backs of her thighs to squeeze her butt cheeks. Her cunt looked delicious and I couldn't resist. I tugged her down into position. We both had to crane our necks since she was so much smaller than me but I stuffed a pillow behind my head and plunged my face into her little pie. Amanda gasped and hummed onto my erection as I swiped my tongue up and down the length of her slit, probing very gently at her vaginal opening at the top, curling my tongue around her clit and sucking hard at the bottom. She still tasted faintly of Jose's semen, but that did not deter me.

Amanda panted, her breath hot on my penis, and mumbled a muffled "oh yeah" as I concentrated on her clitoris. Her flavor was delicious and soon the hint of semen was overcome by her own light essence sweet and faintly tangy. I probed at her peehole and she squirmed and sucked harder on me, squeezing my shaft rhythmically with her hands. I was so hard and so aroused I could feel the pressure of each finger individually. And when she reached down to cup my balls with one hand that was all it took. I stiffened and moaned into her baby snatch as I shot my first volley of semen into my little niece's mouth. When she felt it splash against the back of her mouth she sealed her lips and sucked hard. I grabbed her little ass and smashed my face into her cunt, slurping and sucking as my orgasm crested and slowly ebbed.

When I relaxed and let my head fall back on the pillow Amanda carefully milked the last drops of my cum into her mouth and pulled off with a smack and a soft pop. She started to turn herself around and I grabbed her arm and pulled her up so we were face-to-face. There was a glob of my cum on her chin. I pressed my lips against hers. She made a sound of protest as I thrust my tongue between her lips, but I put a hand on the back of her neck and held her, digging with my tongue until with a slight shrug she complied and opened her mouth. My load dribbled out into my own mouth. I held us in a long open-mouthed kiss, pushing the semen back into her mouth and swapping it back and forth until it was thoroughly diluted and we had both swallowed our share. I pulled away and looked at the eight-year-old naked in my arms. Her entire lower face was shiny with spit and cum and I could feel the same on me. I hugged her to me and kissed the top of her head. "I love you, little slut," I whispered.

"Love you, too," she answered, and we drifted off to sleep.

I woke to a soft knock on the door. It opened and Oliva peeked around it, gasped when she saw Amanda and me naked atop the covers, covered her eyes, and stuttered out "Cena is almost ready," and beat a hasty retreat.

I got up, washed my face, and pulled on jeans and a tshirt. Amanda was slower to wake, and she was just sitting up as I was tying my shoes. "Wash your face," I told her. She again had dried semen crusting her cheeks and chin. "Then come join us for dinner." I went out to find the children setting the table while Gabriel and Lucia worked together in the kitchen. Olivia was just setting a basket of bread on the table when I heard the bedroom door open behind me and Amanda's bare feet on the tiles. Olivia looked past me and froze. I had a second to worry "oh lord what's she done now? Painted her pussy blue?" when Amanda came up from behind and gave me a hug. She was fully dressed. She had put on a cotton Indian shirt with fancy embroidery and shiny bangles sewn into it and a colorful peasant skirt that came below her knees. I bent to kiss her forehead and smelled her cherry lip gloss, the only "makeup" she was officially allowed to wear.

Olivia recovered herself. "You look very nice, Amanda," she said. I thought Jorge looked a little disappointed. Lucia and Gabe also complimented my niece on her outfit, with Gabe telling her it made her look very grown up. More grown up than squatting naked on a cock? I wondered, but kept it to myself.

The bread turned out to be tomato-infused, served with olive oil and coarse salt. The oil was rich and flavorful, miles beyond the thin stuff they sold as extra virgin in American groceries. After the bread the main dish was a whole fish, baked on a wooden plank and served with potatoes and onions, with a side of sautéed greens. It was delicious. We lingered over espresso for the adults and cocoa for the kids. Amanda insisted on trying a sip of my espresso and everyone had a good laugh at her reaction - much too bitter for her eight-year-old palate. Then Gabe told Jorge it was time for his bath and to say goodnight, and led him away from the table.

"All right," said Lucia. "Amanda, are you ready to be a photograph star?" Amanda nodded eagerly. "Wonderful. We will walk to my studio, it is just two blocks away. Olivia will come along to be my assistant."

Olivia started to object. "But Mama..."

Lucia cut her off. "You said you wanted to learn this summer. This is no different than any other session we have done." Her tone softened. "You are so good with makeup, so I need you." The praise overcame her resistance. Lucia called to Gabe that we were leaving and we headed out. The night was warm with a light breeze and there were many people out and about. As we walked I looked at our hosts. Lucia was dressed in designer jeans and a flowered blouse. She must have had them tailored because they fit her perfectly, showing off her ample curves to their best advantage. Olivia was wearing a white spaghetti-strap top and cranberry shorts with a cuff at mid-thigh. The legholes were generous and they made her coltish legs look even more slender, a look I liked.

The studio was a simple storefront with Lucia's name painted on a picture window with "Fotografía De Glamour y Familia" beneath it. On display in the window was a soft-focus portrait of a beautiful young woman in dramatic makeup reclining on a couch. There were also posed shots of young couples in wedding dress as well as less formal family groupings - a fine sampling of her work. We went in. Lucia immediately began setting up lights and gathering other equipment. She told Olivia to take Amanda back to the dressing room and do her makeup. "Dark and severe," was the only instruction she gave her daughter. As the two children disappeared through a beaded curtain Lucia turned to me and asked quietly, "How far do you want things to go tonight? I have a couple of models, young men who would be happy to..." and she made a gesture that was unmistakable.

"I think not tonight," I said after a moment. "Amanda said she was sore after the fun she had at the beach. But, uh..." I didn't want to offend Lucia. "What about Olivia? I know you planned for us all to spend tomorrow with her and her brother, but maybe it wouldn't hurt to, ahh, get her started first? She seems more reserved than Jorge."

Lucia smiled a lopsided smile. "You want to see my eleven-year-old daughter naked, is that it?"

"Well of course," I answered frankly. "And I want to do more with that cute little body than look at it. But I'm just thinking that tonight Amanda could help start her getting over her shyness."

"That is not a bad idea," Lucia said. "Here, let me show you what I was thinking of for costume." She turned to a rack that held a selection of dresses and suchlike. "I ordered it special when we planned your visit." She turned, holding up something that looked like - nothing much. It was a child-sized black fishnet bodystocking. There were shoulder straps of thin, glossy black ribbon. A red ruff, sort of a feather boa kind of thing, was at the top hem. There was another circlet of the same material high on one leg. I was admiring it when the two children came back into the main studio and I had my niece to admire. Amanda was transformed. Her hair had been colored raven black and was done up in braids that were wound into two complicated buns on top of her head with pearls woven into them. Her brows were drawn in severe lines, her eyes heavily outlined and her lashes extended in black, with little mascara wings at the corners. Her eyeshadow was dark but glittery and the total effect made her eyes look large and mysterious. There was a line of little teardrop jewels pasted below the corner of one eye. Her lipstick was bright, bright glossy red. Blended rouges took some of the childish roundness out of her cheeks and made it look like she had dramatic cheekbones and a strong jawline. She had a temporary tattoo of thorny roses around one slender bicep. Her fingernails and toenails had been painted bright red to match her lipstick, with the addition of little black starbursts.

I whistled softly and Amanda preened. Lucia and I both praised Olivia's skills with cosmetics and Olivia preened. Lucia finished unrolling the backdrop, a simple painting of double doors and a wallpaper design, that unrolled down to cover the utilitarian tile with what appeared to be a rustic wooden floor. Lucia spread a faux-tigerskin rug over it. "And now," she said, holding out the bodystocking to Amanda, "Here is your costume."

"Mama!" Olivia said, scandalized, when she saw her mother's choice. But Amanda pulled off her blouse and shimmied out of the peasant skirt, leaving them both in a puddle on the floor. She wasn't wearing underwear and once she kicked off her sandals she stood completely naked before us. Olivia had to help her on with the outfit. She had to carefully gather each leg and carefully pull them up from Amanda's painted toes to the top of her thigh, straightening as she went, being careful not to pull too hard and risk a tear. Amanda giggled and squirmed when the back of Olivia's hand accidentally brushed against her puffy little clam. Olivia blushed beet red. Once the ribbon straps were seated on Amanda's narrow shoulders, the two girls stood. The bodysuit mesh was fine and clung to Amanda's immature body like a second skin, leaving nothing to the imagination. The red feather ruff went right across her chest, hiding her nipples. The only other concession to decency was a small oval of solid black felt covering her pudenda but I didn't imagine that would last all that long. Even though she was basically naked, there was something even more sexy about her bare skin criss-crossed by the black threads that hid nothing. I felt myself stiffening inside my jeans.

Lucia looked critically at Amanda's white sandals, then rummaged in a box until she found a blue pair with wavy platform soles and ankle straps and had her put those on instead. Then she had Amanda stand in front of the backdrop while she adjusted the lighting, making several minute changes until she was satisfied. She checked her cameras, two on tripods to either side and one strapped around her neck. She had some kind of link so that all three would fire at the same time.

Then she started giving Amanda her instructions.

"Turn out your one leg and cock your hip, yes, like that. Now lower your head but look at me. You are beautiful, you are sexy, you are seducing me with your eyes. Yes!" She moved in, taking some closeup shots of the little girl's face. "Now stand with your feet apart, farther, put a hand on your hip. Yes! Now get on your knees. You are angry! Yes! You are bored! Yes! Someone just gave you a wonderful present! Yes! Now squat down. Spread your legs open, wider, wider. Yes!" She continued on like that, snapping picture after picture, pausing to change film, directing the eight-year-old through a series of poses, first increasingly erotic and then frankly sexual as she had Amanda slowly peel herself out of the body stocking. When Lucia paused for the second time to change films, Amanda was sitting on the rug, leaning back slightly and supporting herself on her hands. The body stocking was pulled down to her ankles. Her legs were spread, knees bent and flat on the floor, heels almost together. Her tan skin was stippled with perspiration under the hot lights. Her chest rose and fell rapidly and her slit was open and shiny with moisture. Her vulva was flushed a light pink and her clitoris was a darker crimson bud peeking out between the pillows. She was eight years old, and she was achingly sexy. She was beautiful.

Lucia had been standing behind her mother the entire time, her expression wavering between curiosity and mild revulsion. She flushed and looked scandalized when Amanda started masturbating, lightly rubbing her index finger up and down her moist slit and then circling the bud of her clitoris. "Oh, marvelous!" Lucia exclaimed as she resumed snapping pictures. "That feels good, doesn't it?" she said to Amanda who nodded, grinning. "Show me in your face how good it feels," Lucia instructed, and Amanda let her eyes drift half-closed, showing off the glittery violet eyeshadow. Her mouth opened slightly and her tongue licked around her lips. She had gotten some lipstick on her upper teeth. But when she started to squirm where she sat, Lucia commanded her to stop. Reluctantly she removed her fingers, now shiny with her juices. At Lucia's instruction, she put her first two fingers in her mouth and sucked on them sensuously.

"Very nice! So sexy!" Lucia enthused. She turned away to rummage in a large box beneath the clothes rack, turned back holding a slim white vibrator in her hand. "Olivia, mi hija, I need you in the picture for this next bit. She clicked on the vibrator which began to buzz quietly. "Kneel down next to Amanda and run the tip, here, up and down her coño."

"MAMA!" Olivia cried. "I cannot! I don't want to, to...be involved like that."

Lucia brushed aside her daughter's protests. "Nonsense, there is nothing to be involved with. I am not asking you to have sex with this beautiful child. It's just for the photoshoot, only pretend."

"Only pretend," Olivia repeated dubiously. She allowed herself to be directed to sit crosslegged at Amanda's side.

"Good. Now lean over," Lucia said. I sneaked a side-eyed look at her. She looked entirely professional...except her hands holding her camera were shaking ever so slightly. "Lean further," Lucia said. "Further...Further!"

Her daughter craned her head upwards from where it was almost in Amand's naked lap. "Mama!"

"Put your head back down!" Lucia ordered. She lifted the camera, squinted through the viewfinder. "No, that's not working."

Olivia straightened. But her sigh of relief became a bark of outrage when her mother continued, "Take off your blouse." She started to protest but Lucia overrode her, though her voice was kind. "Carita, you said you wanted to learn the business. If you're going to succeed you have to learn to be professional. And part of being a professional is wanting to give your clients your very best work, and sometimes you have to put your own concerns aside to accomplish that. Now please? For me. And for Amanda. Remember, it's just business."

Olivia swallowed. "Just business, sí. Pero...who will see these photographs?"

"They're only for my personal use," I said, carefully not specifying exactly what use I would put them to.

Oliva swallowed again, and set her jaw. "Okay." Her hands went to the hem of her top. She took a deep breath, swallowed once more, closed her eyes, and in a single smooth motion pulled it up and off, dropping it on the rug next to her. Her hands wandered in the air as if she were about to cover herself but then she opened her eyes and, looking half scared and half defiant, placed her palms flat on the rug and raised her chin to look at her mother. Her stomach was flat and her abs defined as only a preteen's can be. Her ribcage was visible as soft corrugations beneath creamy brown skin. Her black hair fell in shiny ringlets over her shoulders.

Amanda broke the moment. "Oh, you have such pretty breasts!" she exclaimed. "Can I touch them?" She didn't wait for an answer but sat up and reached out. Olivia gasped as Amanda's fingers closed on her tiny mounds. They were pointy, capped by small brown nipples that were at the moment very stiff, and only slightly beginning to round out on the undersides. The camera shutters clicked and the light stands flashed as Amanda trailed her fingers over the older girl's breasts and gently tugged on her nipples. The finger she had been masturbating with left a little smear of moisture that shone under the lights.

Lucia let Amanda fondle her daughter for a minute or two, watching as Olivia's expression relaxed and her ribcage began to slowly expand as her breathing slowed and deepened. Then the moment passed and she resumed directing the shoot. "Amanda, your leg closer to me, put that knee on the floor. Lift the other one. Olivia, carita, move yourself around so you can rest your head on Amanda's thigh. That's it, get a good close look at her little mollete." She pointed at the vibrator that had been buzzing away on the carpet this whole time. "Pick it up and hold it against her, gently."

"Aaah!" Amanda exclaimed and twisted away when Olivia pressed the tip of the vibrator directly on her clitoris. "Not there, it's too much!" She used two fingers to guide the buzzing device to the side so it was pressing on her labia. "There," she sighed. "You can move it like this," she traced a line up and over her mons to the other side.

The camera clicked away as Olivia gently stimulated my niece's genitals. Amanda's slit opened further, exposing her tiny immature inner lips and I crouched down to see her hole twitching, opening and closing as the flush on her vulva deepened. She began to moan softly, more of a single breathy note on each exhale. "Now rest your cheek against her thigh," Lucia directed her daughter. "Move closer. Closer. Closer! Good. Now, stick out your tongue. Don't lick - this is just for the picture. Don't lick, just touch the tip to Amanda's clitoris."

Olivia's eyes widened and rolled to look at her mom but she didn't object. "Just for the pictures," she muttered, and did as she was told. Olivia fired off several shots rapidly, catching the first contact of her daughter with another girl.

That's when Amanda went off-script. "Ohhh, FUCK yes!" she exclaimed. "That feels so good!" And she took Olivia's head in her hands and pulled her against her juicing muffin. Olivia made a muffled squeak of protest and tried to pull back.

"It's OK, Olivia," her mother told her. "You are making Amanda feel good and that makes for good pictures. Lick her now. Run your tongue up and down and then around her clitoris. Like this, look!" Lucia lowered her camera so Olivia could see her flicking her tongue rapidly back and forth.

Olivia had been startled by my niece's aggressiveness but as she obeyed her mother and the sweet flavor of Amanda coated her lips and tongue, I could see the moment when she decided that cunnilingus was more than tolerable, that it was tasty. She started licking with more enthusiasm. Amanda shuddered and cried out as Olivia attacked her clit. "Oh, that feels so good," she repeated. "Eat my cunt, I love it, so good, so good..." She fell back onto the rug, rolling her head back and forth, her eyes slitted in pleasure. I was nearly overcome myself. Watching Olivia eat Amanda's pussy and knowing that it was her first had me rock hard and gasping for breath. I clutched myself through my jeans.

"OK, take a break, I have to change film," Lucia said. Olivia slowly sat up. She brushed her ringlets back behind her ears. Her cheeks were shiny with Amanda's juice and her chocolate brown eyes looked a little dazed. Amanda remained sprawled, breathing heavily with her legs akimbo, the vibrator resting in the crease of her thigh.

Olivia whispered something. "What?" Amanda said.

Now Olivia went red, not only her face but a flush that spread down her neck and upper chest all the way to her delectable breastlets. "I said...did I do it right?" And it was too much for her, she covered her face with her hands.

Amanda sat up. "Wow, you sure did. Was that the first time you licked a cunt?" Her face still covered, Olivia nodded. "You did great! Let me show you!" Amanda's ankles were still bound together by the body stocking but it was easy for her to rock forward onto her knees. Before Olivia knew what was happening, Amanda had grabbed the waist of Olivia's shorts and popped the snap.

"Eyyy, no..." Olivia protested, but her shorts were loose on her skinny legs and Amanda was able to grab two handfuls of the fabric and pull. She jerked them out from under her Olivia's butt and then there was no more resistance, she was able to slide them down Olivia's legs. She lifted them up, raising Olivia's feet into the air and causing her to fall onto her back on the rug. Amanda tossed the cranberry-colored shorts across the room, leaving Olivia naked except for her tennis shoes and a pair of lacy, high-cut black panties. Laughing, Amanda rocked forward and grabbed the waistband and tried to pull off Olivia's panties too. Olivia clapped her hands over her crotch. Amanda pulled harder. The two children struggled back and forth for a moment, then there was a tearing sound and Amanda fell backwards waving a scrap of fabric over her head. "Mis bragas!" cried Olivia. I looked over at Lucia, delighted that her cameras had been clicking away the whole time.

Amanda tossed away Olivia's ruined undergarment and rocked back forward, letting herself fall with her face at Olivia's crotch. The older girl was stunned by how quickly she had been disrobed and Amanda was able to take Olivia's hands in hers are pull them apart. I squatted to get a better view. Olivia's pussy was beautiful. Her inner lips were just beginning to develop but hadn't yet darkened so the pink was a delightful contrast with her dark complexion. Her clit hood was very prominent, a pink fold of skin that rose a good half-inch above the apex of her slit.

Amanda lifted herself on her elbows, pursed her lips, and pushed her face into Olivia's pussy. Olivia made to try to crabwalk back and away but as Amanda sucked noisily at Olivia's labia it was like the strength went out of her and she collapsed onto her back, her breath gusting out of her in a sigh. Amanda dug her fingers into Olivia's butt cheeks to hold her in place and began enthusiastically lapping at the preteen's cunt. Olivia started gasping and making little "oh!"s of surprise, and then her voice climbed quickly to a soprano trill as Amanda fastened her lips on Olivia's clitoris. Lips first, then tongue, then her teeth, gently tugging the fleshy little bud this way and that. And then Olivia was thrusting her fingers into Amanda's hair, tossing her head back and forth. She moaned "Dios, Dios, Dios!" and then a sentence in Spanish I didn't understand.

Lucia continued to click away but she translated, "She says stop, she has to pee!"

Amanda shook her head, trilling her tongue against Olivia's clit. Then she took her pointer finger and pushed it between those beautiful labia, now engorged and more red than pink. She probed for a moment at the bottom of Olivia's slit beneath her chin, and then pushed home. "AAAIIIEEEE!" Olivia cried. Her whole body went rigid and her butt lifted right off the rug - and she hadn't been wrong. Urine arced from her slit, catching Amanda full in the face. Amanda reared back but she was laughing too hard to get out of the way as pee soaked her face and hair and dripped down onto the rug.

Olivia made a noise like a leaky balloon as the tension left her body and she collapsed onto the rug with her arms and legs splayed. Amanda wiped at her face with her forearm and then resumed eating Olivia, making long slow licks up the entire length of her slit and meanwhile moving her finger slowly in and out of Olivia's virgin pussy, leaving her trembling and moaning weakly.

I couldn't take it any longer. Trusting Lucia to keep my face out of the frame, I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. Falling to my knees at Olivia's head, I yanked my erection out through the fly of my boxers. Olivia looked up at me, startled and fearful but then Amanda trilled her tongue against the older girl's swollen clit again and her face went slack. "Here you go, Olivia. You ate your first pussy, time to suck your first cock." I angled my hardon downwards - it was so stiff I had to lean forwards - and brushed it against Olivia's lips.

"Yay, Olivia!" Amanda raised her head. "Suck a cock!" she cheered and then dropped her face back into Olivia's cunt. When Olivia felt the warm skin touch her lips they parted and then her eyes flew open as I pushed my glans into her mouth. Oh, she was hot, and wet, and I felt her tongue press against my cockhead. I don't know if she was trying to push it out or just exploring but it felt incredible.

"Suck it, little girl," I commanded. "Suck!" And she did, her eyes crossing slightly as she tried to focus on the first adult penis she had ever seen so close up. Then Lucia was there, dropping to her knees on Olivia's other side, bending to bring the camera lens close and capture her daughter's first fellatio. I was moving in and out, in and out, of the eleven-year-old's luscious mouth and I felt myself building quickly. Olivia's suction, the mingled scents of her and my niece's aroused cunts the sight of the naked children and Amanda slurping away at Olivia's treasure, were all too much. I felt my balls start to draw up. I didn't want to cum in Olivia's mouth - ok, yeah, I really wanted to cum in Olivia's mouth, but I knew she wouldn't appreciate it and it would end the evening on a sour note. So I broke the suction and pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop and pointed it straight at Amanda's head.

"Amanda! Open wide!" Obediently my little niece raised her head and opened her mouth just as I fired my first shot of semen. Some of it made it all the way into Amanda's mouth, but also down her chin and in a straight line on Olivia's writhing body from neck to crotch. It was followed by several progressively weaker ejaculations, leaving Olivia's brown skin covered with puddles and streaks and spatters of cum. She jerked as each bolus of hot liquid hit her, and all the while her mother was shooting away.

I sat back on my heels, exhausted. Olivia raised her head and looked at her despoiled preteen body. She was covered in my cum but also drenched in sweat, the roots of her black hair soaking, and sitting in a large wet spot on the rug. Amanda swallowed, then opened wide and stuck out her tongue to show me. Then she slurped up more semen covering Olivia's bald mound. Lucia set down her camera and started massaging her daughter's messy body, spreading the semen into an even glaze from neck to crotch.

Olivia started to cry. "Oh, carita, it's okay," her mother comforted her. Amanda swarmed up Olivia's body and lay atop her, kissing her face and getting semen all over herself in the process. Olivia wiped at her eyes and spoke to her mom in Spanish. Lucia translated. "She is okay, just overwhelmed. She was very afraid of what she saw Amanda do at the beach, she thought you would hurt her with your pene." Olivia spoke again. "She is surprised it felt so good, and now she knows what an orgasm is."

Olivia just lay naked on the floor as Lucia started to break down her equipment. Amanda took off her platform sandals and pulled the body stocking the rest of the way off, and got dressed in her street clothes. We had to help Olivia to her feet and I let her use my shoulder for balance as I held her shorts open for her to put one foot and then the other into them. Her top stuck to her chest and belly and became semitransparent. She grimaced as the fabric pulled against the drying goo on her skin.

It was very late but the street was still crowded - Barcelona is a late-night city. People took no notice of the two little girls walking arm-in-arm in front of me and Lucia, though I saw more than one wrinkle their nose and look around, trying to locate the source of the funky smell the two girls gave off. Olivia was almost staggering, she was so tired, and Amanda half held her up. When we got back to the apartment she headed straight for her bedroom. She'd regret that in the morning when she woke up sticky and still reeking of sex. Amanda, being much more experienced, took a shower before coming naked to bed and snuggling up to me. She fell asleep with one hand cupping my scrotum.

Amanda was up before me. I tried to burrow back into sleep but childish giggles and laughter from the main room brought me around. I dressed in sweats and went out to be greeted by an interesting sight. The children were sitting on the couch. Amanda had chosen to wear her birthday suit again today. Her white sandals were on the carpet and she was sitting cross-legged and naked. She was facing Olivia who was also sitting cross-legged, though she was dressed. She was wearing pajamas with a pattern of little roses on them - a top with a crew neck and buttons down the front, and a capri-length bottom with a lacy flare. She smelled clean so she must have woken up last night enough to wash before bed. And sitting between them was Jorge. He was also naked, though his clothes were in a pile on the floor next to the couch. He was giggling madly. Amanda had her hand wrapped around his little penis and she was jacking it carefully. After a few seconds her hand was replaced by Olivia's though she used only her thumb and forefinger to masturbate her little brother. I had only seen his penis flaccid as a little tube less than two inches long but here it was in its full glory, a stiff little nail about the length and girth of my index finger, still fully covered by his foreskin.

I moved into the kitchen but kept an eye on the kids while at the same time trying to figure out the espresso machine. After a few seconds of Olivia stroking the hairless shaft, it was Amanda's turn again. She bent from the waist, exposing the graceful sweep of her back and the dimples at the base of her spine and sucked Jorge's cock into her mouth. Jorge giggled harder and squirmed in his seat. Amanda rolled her eyes up to look at the older girl and smiled. She applied suction, hollowing her cheeks, and pulled off with a pop. She gave Jorge's tight little scrotum a couple of broad licks, than grasped the base of the shaft and angled it towards Olivia. "Your turn," she half-whispered, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Olivia took her turn, taking her little brother's penis in her mouth. Instead of sucking she curled her tongue around it and then very gently nibbled on it with her teeth. Amanda watched intently, no doubt looking for techniques she could try. She was such a little sponge, always soaking up knowledge and info from the people around her. But now she had an idea. After Olivia sat up again, she told Jorge to turn around and rest his arms on the couch back. He did but craned his neck back to see what his new little friend was doing. What she was doing was examining his asshole. She brushed her fingers over the little crinkle, cleaning away some lint or something. Then she leaned in. Jorge said something like "WOW!" as Amanda's tongue burrowed into the cleft between his cheeks. She went at it with vigor, pushing out saliva until when she sat back the pinkish-brown ring glistened.

Amanda looked at Olivia, plainly expecting her to take a turn, but the older girl just shook her head with an expression fascinated and somewhat disgusted. So, shrugging her bare shoulders, Amanda stuck her index finger in her mouth, wetting it thoroughly. She put her fingertip against Jorge's butthole and pressed. Jorge's eyes got big and his mouth opened in a silent "O" as Amanda breached his back door. She pushed and her finger slid in easily to the last knuckle. She let it soak inside the little boy's ass for a moment and then began pumping and twisting her finger at the same time. Jorge gasped and started making little "uh, uh, uh" grunts in his high voice. Putting a hand on the base of Jorge's spine for leverage, she looked up at Olivia. "Now you suck on him," she commanded.

Olivia had to lie down and slide her head under Jorge. Her legs hung over the armrest, kicking slowly. Jorge's tool had shrunk while he had repositioned himself but with Amanda's finger plumbing his ass it surged back to full hardness, pulsing and jumping in time with his heartbeat. Olivia needed a hand to bend it down so she could get her mouth around it but once she did the effect was dramatic. Instead of his steady giggling, Jorge screeched. The combination of fellation and Amanda's finger tickling his immature prostate was clearly a new and potent sensation. His whole body jerked and he threw himself backwards off the couch, both girls losing their purchase on him simultaneously. He lay on his back on the throw rug, his chubby belly rising and falling as he panted. He tried to speak but couldn't.

There was applause from the other side of the room. Olivia started guiltily but Amanda just looked over the back of the couch. The parents were there, Lucia in a silk pajama set and Gabriel with his arm around her shoulder in a long terry robe. "Brava!" Lucia said. They came around the couch to the kitchen where I was still working on pulling espresso shots.

"Come to breakfast," Gabriel told the children. He pulled Jorge to his feet and ruffled his son's hair as he went past. "No, you don't need to put your clothes back on." Jorge seemed to have permanent giggles while he was naked. He came to table with his little boner bouncing back and forth. Gabriel took over the coffee duties while Lucia set out cereal, milk, juice, and some sliced fruit. I found a large cup and made Amanda a heavily-sugared cafe au lait. For awhile the table was quiet as we all ate. When we were done, Lucia looked at the children and said "Today is going to be the special day we told you about. Your father and I are going to get ready and we want all of you to come to our bedroom when we call for you in a few minutes."

Olivia blanched slightly. "Mama..." she said, then stopped, uncertain what to say net.

Lucia stood to give her daughter a hug, cradling her head between her very ample breasts. "Don't worry, carita, there's nothing to be scared of. You're going to have a lot of fun today." And she took Gabriel's hand and they disappeared into their bedroom. Amanda and Jorge spent the next little while trading guesses about what was going to happen. Amanda knew, of course, though not the details. But Olivia just stared down into her cereal bowl as if the answer might be floating there. When Gabriel's voice floated out into the kitchen she swallowed heavily. The two younger children scampered away, their little butts jiggling.

Olivia followed more slowly, with me bringing up the rear. There was a burst of childish laughter just as we reached the bedroom doorway, and Olivia stopped dead, so suddenly that I bumped into her from behind. "You have Papa's penis in your mouth!" Jorge crowed and he was absolutely right. Gabriel was sitting up in bed with the duvet down below his hips. Lucia was lying crosswise on the bed with her stunning callipygian figure exposed. Her head was in his lap and his cock was in her mouth with her lips slowly traveling up and down the shaft. She pulled off and gave the head a parting lick.

"The same way your sister makes you feel good, Jorge, your mama makes me feel good. And we can all make each other feel good the same way." He gestured for Jorge and Amanda to come closer and they came around to his side of the bed. "Come up here, children, and you can try it." The two naked kids clambered up into the bed, kneeling between Gabriel's legs. When Lucia angled the erect penis towards them Amanda didn't hesitate, but leaned forward and engulfed the head with her mouth. Her eyes closed as she rode it up and down, moving her lips a little further down the shaft with each stroke until she was taking in at least half of Gabriel's length.

Gabriel stroked a hand through her hair and looked up at me. "Your niece, she is an excellent cocksucker."

"She is that," I agreed. "She has had a lot of practice on this trip. Amanda, how many cocks have you sucked so far?"

Amanda pulled off of Gabriel and looked at me. "I dunno," she said in a tone that suggested it was a silly question. "Lots. It's fun!" She smiled and bent her head again, flicking her tongue around Gabriel's glans.

"It is fun," Lucia agreed. "Why don't you show Jorge how to do it? He's only had his sucked before, but he's never done it himself."

"Okay!" Amanda said. Jorge was kneeling right next to her looking on. She simply put her hand on the back of his neck and pushed his head down towards his father's erection. Jorge didn't hesitate. He was too young to realize how abnormal his situation was and he plunged his mouth down over his father's erect cock the way he had just seen his mother and Amanda do - and immediately choked, trying to take too much into his mouth. "Easy!" Amanda said. "Don't go too deep. Here - let's do it together." She put her lips around the side of the shaft and encouraged Jorge to do the same. In a moment the two children were face to face, lipping and sucking their way from the tip down to Gabriel's trimmed blond bush and back up again. Amanda showed him how to pull back Gabriel's foreskin and lick all around the crown. Gabriel squeaked in a most unfatherly way when Amanda nipped at his frenum. She hefted his heavy scrotum and moved his testicles back and forth. "You can suck on these, too," she informed Jorge and showed him how to take a ball into his mouth. For the next several minutes the two children alternated, one sucking Gabriel's balls while the other licked their way up and down his cock.

When Gabriel started to moan and hump up into Jorge's mouth Lucia, who had been avidly watching with her chin propped in her hand, reached out and gently disengaged the two children. "You have to save some for the big girl," she admonished her husband. Amanda threw herself on Jorge and the two tumbled down to the foot of the bed. Amanda rolled on top of Jorge. First she pinned his arms, then she reached down with one hand and grabbed his little penis, squeezing and tugging it. It sprang back to instant erection and then Amanda set about diligently trying to get Jorge to penetrate her. But he was laughing and squirming too hard for her to achieve target lock, as it were. Gabriel and Lucia watched them fondly for a moment, then Lucia looked over at me. "You two are overdressed. And over there. Come here."

But Olivia didn't move. I peered over her shoulder down at her. Her hands were pressed against her mouth and her dark eyes were wide. "C'mon, Olivia," I encouraged her but she seemed stunned. I had to take her by the shoulders and propel her towards the bed. And once we got there she showed no inclination to get in. Shrugging, I slid my hands into the waistband of her pajama bottoms and slid them down until they fell around her ankles. Then I unbuttoned the top two buttons of her top so I could pull it up and over her head.

As I was divesting myself of my sweats I heard Lucia say, "Oh, carita," I finished pulling off my sweatpants and looked up to see Olivia was crying silently.

"Mama," she said, sounding much younger than eleven. "Please...I don't want..." Olivia was old enough to know how wrong most people would consider this situation. But it was her parents, who had always been her source of love and authority. And last night...I remembered how she had looked as pleasure thrilled through her body. She had loved it.

Lucia sat up and extended her arms and Olivia crawled into her lap. This must've seemed like a safer space to her. I guess like many Europeans they were more casual about family nudity than Americans but it had never been sexual before, and now that Olivia was old enough to be absorbing societal and peer group attitudes about love and sex she must have found its introduction jarring and from the way she was acting, maybe even terrifying. Lucia clearly sensed this. She stroked Olivia's hair tenderly, playing with a curl then rubbing it against the girl's cheek. "Carita, this will be wonderful, we are sharing our love with you. Your father will make you a woman, you are so lucky." But that just set Olivia crying harder.

"Here, carita, just relax." Lucia reached behind her and I noticed there were a number of silk scarves draped over the headboard. She brought one up and folded it into a strip. "This will make it easier for you," she said as she tied it around Olivia's head as blindfold. Olivia whimpered quietly as Lucia moved her out of her lap to lie in the bed between her and her husband. "Give me your hand, carita," she said and she tied another scarf around Olivia's wrist and then bound it to the top of the headboard.

"Mama, what are you...?" Olivia started but Lucia laid a finger on her daughter's lips.

"Shhh, carita. Just trust your mama. Now give me your other hand," she said, and with nimble movements she whipped out a third scarf and secured Olivia's other wrist. Standing by the side of the bed I looked down at the eleven-year-old blindfolded and bound with her hands over her head, quite helpless. She was trembling and waves of gooseflesh rolled over her naked body. Her blindfold was darkening with her tears. My reaction to the child's vulnerability was more than obvious. Lucia looked at me and smirked, but in a very quiet calm voice she said, "Now we will all make Olivia feel good. Come on, everyone."

Amanda had been watching all this transpire. I couldn't tell what she thought about it and Olivia's obvious upset. But clearly she thought making her feel good was a good idea. She spit out Jorge's penis and turned to crawl up between Olivia's legs. Olivia wasn't kicking or struggling, just quietly weeping into her blindfold. Her whole body jerked at the touch of Amanda's tongue. Amanda started gently, painting her tongue all over Olivia's vulva and sucking gently at the eleven-year-old's bald mons. Then she swiped up and down the slit. Olivia's breath caught in her throat.

"Boy, I want to get me some of that," was my thought as the first hint of Olivia's scent reached my nostrils. I let myself fall sideways onto the bed then curled up so my upper body was next to Amanda. She was lying on her stomach, her legs apart and feet waving slowly in the air. I stroked a hand down her back, over her ass and down one skinny thigh, then brought it back up to her crotch. Amanda sighed into Olivia's muffin as I gently pinched her perineum. I stroked up and down her slit, gathering just a hint of moisture. I pressed gently on her clitoris then moved my fingers back up, pressing against her asshole until it yielded. I stopped with just my first joint penetrating her and moved my bare body against hers. I rubbed our cheeks together and my lips sought hers. We kissed briefly and then began licking at Olivia together. Amanda used her tongue to separate Olivia's nether lips while I found her clitoris. Her skin warmed beneath my lips and I felt her breathing slow and deepen. Lucia was tracing her fingernails gently up and down Olivia's torso, making her daughter shiver and twist. I caught her eye as she lowered her mouth to a nipple, tonguing it erect before covering the small cone of Olivia's breast with her mouth, sucking hard, then painting her tongue around and around. Olivia went "eep" as Lucia's teeth closed on the nipple, hard enough to startle but not to hurt. Meanwhile, Gabriel was playing with her other breast, flicking the nipple with thumb and forefinger. He had rolled onto his side and was pressing his erection into her side, moving it up and down her flawless brown skin, leaving trails of precum.

I spread Olivia's leg open and began lipping and tonguing from her cunt to her thigh as Amanda moved to suck on Olivia's clitoris more aggressively, flicking her tongue on it and even seizing it in her teeth. Jorge got in on the game too. I guess he figured Olivia's toes were close enough to a dick and he was sucking them each into his mouth in turn, then kissing along the soles of her feet. It must have tickled her as she kept trying to pull them away. As Amanda and I continued to share the feast of Olivia's delicious clam I was still playing with her pussy and her ass. I had my thumb buried inside her asshole while I was pumping my middle finger in and out of her tight, juicy cunt when I felt her fingers groping my side. I knew what she wanted and rolled onto one hip. Our heads were at the same level and she was so much shorter than me that her fingertips could only brush against the head of my cock but she stroked and squeezed it. We shared another kiss and moaned into each others' mouths, then we went back to feasting on Olivia's muffin.

After ten minutes of this Olivia was no longer crying. She was gasping and moaning and twisting her body from side to side, tugging at her bound wrists. Despite her emotional upset the pleasure flooding her body was taking over. Maybe she was pretending she was somewhere else and it was the members of whatever was her current boy-band crush with their hands and mouths all over her. Her cunny was unambiguously wet now, wet and hot and flavorful. My nostrils were full of her scent, more complex and spicy than Amanda's but still nowhere near as piquant as a grown woman's.

I knew that before long her father was going to take the big step with her. I thought of last night, how she reacted when Amanda had fingered her and I thought it was my moral duty to prepare her a little better for the full-size cock she was soon to meet. I gently removed my digits from my niece's orifices, trailing my hand up her back. I never tired of the feel of her, her skin so smooth and flawless. I stroked her hair, the back of her neck, then moved my hand down between us. I pressed my fingers forward, lifting Amanda's chin a little bit. She obligingly moved back up to concentrate on Olivia's clitoris, giving me room to stroke my fingers back and forth across her thin inner labia. With my first and third fingers I gently separated them enough to get the tip of my middle finger between them. I pushed just the littlest bit until I felt the elastic opening. Amanda's finger had fit through it last night, but mine was a good bit larger. I pushed, feeling the taut ring move down as far as the quick of my fingernail. Olivia moaned, pleasure tinged with discomfort. I took my other hand and rubbed circles around her clit while Amanda kept tonguing at her slit. I stabbed my finger forward until I felt my big knuckle pass through the tight ring.

"AAAAIIE!" Olivia cried, this time unmistakably a cry of shock if not pain. "OK, baby, it's ok," I murmured while I massaged her stomach. "It...it hurts..." she said weakly.

"It's OK, I repeated, it won't hurt for long." I caught Gabriel's eye. He grinned down at me. He kissed her nipple, then painted his tongue up over her collarbone, her neck, around her jawline and pressed his lips against hers. He nodded at me and then kissed her, hard, as I jammed my finger into her as far as it would go, then began pumping in an out. I felt something inside her tear a little. She screamed into her father's mouth. Her scream became a low moan as I continued pumping. My finger emerged with a small streak of red on it, but I didn't stop, not until her moan became weak and ragged and interspersed with gasps again.

"There, mi carita," Lucia spoke into her ear, "It doesn't hurt anymore, does it?"

"It stings...a little," Olivia whimpered. "But Amanda...her tongue...it's...oh Dios ahhHHH!" Olivia threw her head back and I felt hot liquid filling my palm. Amanda raised her head and giggled, liquid dripping from her nose and chin. I pulled her to me and kissed her, hard, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and tasting the tangy fluid on her lips. I wrapped my arms around her and rolled us both to the side, lifting Olivia's leg so we could move under it.

"I think she's ready," I said to her parents. I moved to the end of the bed, leaning against the footboard, and pulled Amanda into my lap. I caressed her warm little body with one hand while my other went to her crotch, fingers moving up and down her slit until she squirmed against me.

"You are ready, carita," Lucia said, planting little butterfly kisses all over her daughter's face. Meanwhile Gabe picked up a bottle of baby oil from his bedside table and moved so that he was kneeling between Olivia's skinny legs. Lucia pushed Olivia's blindfold up onto her forehead. Olivia blinked up at her father looming over her, then her eyes widened as they took in his rampant erection. His cock was long and not particularly thick and with a slight upwards curve. It jumped with Gabe's heartbeat. He had a thick mat of blond chest hair that glinted with red highlights in the sun pouring in through the skylight. As Olivia watched, Gabe poured baby oil into his cupped palm and massaged it into his prick until it shone in the sun. Then as Lucia gently untied her wrists, Gabe rubbed more oil into her vulva, splitting her swollen pillows with his finger.

Until Lucia said, "Your father is going to make you a woman now, carita," I think Olivia was too overwhelmed and emotionally numb to realize what was about to happen. But when Gabriel gripped his erection and bent it down to point at her oiled cunt she gasped.

"Nooooo..." she said and tried to get up, but Lucia held her shoulders down against the pillow.

"It's ok, baby, this will feel so good to you," her mother told her but Olivia was starting to panic.

"Noooo, Papi, please, please don't, please doaaAAAAAIIEEE!" But it was too late. Gabe had socketed his cockhead against his daughter's opening. His cock looked huge against her tightly closed slit. He pressed forward. Olivia's moan became a wail as, with steady pressure, her labia majora distorted into fat curved pillows, turning bloodless with the pressure, and the head of her father's penis disappeared between them. First the head, and then two, three, four inches of oiled cock before Gabe stopped. He held himself above her with his arms straight, panting, sweat dripping off his nose to splash on her face.

"Mi poqueña," he murmured. "Your papi loves you so much. Your cunt is so beautiful, it feels so amazing. Feel my cock inside you, niña, feel all of my love for you."

Olivia was crying again, tossing her head back and forth on the pillow. "No, papi, it hurts, please take it out, please," she begged. She whimpered steadily as Gabe started to move, short, slow thrusts, withdrawing just a little and then pushing back in. Lucia stroked her forehead and bent to kiss her breasts. She pushed her thumb into Olivia's mouth and the girl suckled at it desperately as if it would ease the feeling of being stuffed unbearably full.

Amanda squirmed in my lap. "He's hurting her!" she whispered urgently in my ear. I had been much more patient with her; of course she was younger and smaller. We had started with a set of dildos, the smallest not even as thick as a Sharpie, and together over some weeks we had worked up to the larger ones until she was gleefully fucking herself with one thicker than my cock. "I'm going to help!" She hopped off my lap - almost breaking my finger before I could pull it out of her pussy - and did a belly flop onto the bed, then pulled herself forward until she laid her head on Olivia's heaving abdomen. She craned her neck forward and her tongue snaked out to reach the junction of Olivia and her father. She leaned in and fastened her mouth to Olivia's clit. The hood was stretched by the size of the adult cock filling her but Amanda began slurping and licking, using two fingers as well to stimulate Olivia's pleasure button.

Once again Olivia's whimpering shaded into gasping moans as the pain of first penetration was overtaken by the pleasure of stimulation such as she had never felt before. "It's good, isn't it, carita?" Lucia spoke into her mouth in between kisses. Olivia was incapable of forming words but her moan sounded somewhat affirmative. Her tears were no longer flowing and a flush was spreading across her chest. Her hips were starting to move in time with Gabriel. She lifted her knees and pressed them against Gabe's sides.

Gabriel was in no hurry, though. The depth of his strokes increased, but not their speed. He stared down at his daughter with love and lust as the cock she had erupted from 12 years ago filled her completely.

I had an idea. Why should Amanda have all the fun. I stood and put a hand on Gabe's shoulder. "Can you roll over, put her on top?" I asked. He looked at me quizzically. I made a tight circle with my thumb and forefinger and pushed the pointer of my other hand into it. Gabe smiled. He shifted his weight and got his hands underneath Olivia's back with his thumbs in her armpits. He lifted and rolled. Olivia made a noise like "Whoooah!" and then she was lying on her father's stomach, his cock still inside her, her head cradled against his pectoral. I got back on the bed, with my knees straddling Gabe's legs behind Olivia. Gave had his hands around her waist and was moving her gently back and forth on his cock, and the preteen was starting to move on her own. She was moaning softly, continuously now. She jumped a little when I ran a hand down her back, then again when I dribbled baby oil at the base of her spine and then used my fingers to massage it down between her buttocks, pale with her tanline.

I could have stuck a finger in her ass first, but I was impatient. I pressed my oiled cockhead against the eleven-year-old's pucker. I gasped at how unexpectedly easily her sphincter yielded. But it clamped down as soon as the crown passed through and I closed my eyes to concentrate on enjoying the sensation of the greasy heat and the muscle pulsing around my most sensitive tissues. She was so tight and I could feel the motion as her father thrusted inside her. I rested there for a minute. Then I pushed.

Olivia's head snapped back and her moan became - not a scream, but a ululation. It wasn't the sound of a child in pain, but one completely overwhelmed by sensation. It took a lot of pressure to force my cock all the way into her rectum but after a good two minutes I bottomed out with my pubes pressed against her supple ass cheeks. After a few thrusts to loosen her enough that I could move freely, I started chanting under my breath, "Out. In. Out. In." Gabriel picked it up and we began pounding the little girl in rhythm, ensuring that she was stuffed absolutely full on the instrokes. Her voice filled the room, rising and falling like some perverse siren. At some point she sat up, rather than supporting herself with her hands on Gabe's chest she leaned back against me, tossing her head back and forth and pulling at her own hair. She smelled of some floral shampoo and of sweat and sex.

Then I felt the bed shift. I lifted my head from where my nose had been buried in Olivia's hair as I was biting her neck, to see Lucia get up on one knee and then stand on the mattress. She stepped over Gabe, planting one substantial leg on either side of his chest, exposing a gooey vulva with large, meaty labia below a neatly trimmed bush.. She twined her fingers into Olivia's sweaty black curls and suddenly the younger girl's wavering voice was muffled. "That's it, carita," Olivia crooned. "Eat your mama's pussy. Taste where you came from! Use your tongue, like you did on Amanda last night, oh dios, that's right, oh what a good little cunt eater you're going to be." Her arm muscles tensed and she smashed Olivia's face between her fleshy thighs, picking up the same rhythm Gabriel and I were using.

The bed was rocking, enough that I was worried for the strength of the bedframe, and then I felt a shift as a little more weight, say, that of an eight-year-old child, was added to the bottom corner. Without breaking the rhythm of three adults pounding an eleven-year-old, I turned to look. Amanda had crawled up on the bed, rolled Jorge onto his back, and was greedily sucking at his little organ. She ignored the little boy's continued giggling. As soon as his nail reached full erection she swung a leg over his pudgy belly and slid down. She grasped the smooth, pale shaft, angled it upwards, and sat. Jorge's giggles cut off and his eyes and mouth all made "O"s as Amanda slid down, burying his immature erection right to the root inside her hot, tight, thoroughly plundered little snatch. She began to bounce up and down, unconsciously moving to the same beat we adults were maintaining. Jorge's belly fat rippled and jiggled as she smacked her hips against his over and over.

I wiped sweat out of my eyes. My voice came out a little strained and breathless. "Is that fun, kiddo?" Amanda turned her head to look at me but continued to bounce on Jorge.

Amazingly, Amanda shrugged her bare shoulders. "It's OK," she said. "He's only little." In less than two weeks my niece had become quite the connoisseur of cock. To help out I reached back with one arm. I pressed my palm flat against her tummy, feeling the abs tense and relax beneath her slight pudge, and then moved my hand down. My thumb found her clitoris. I dipped lower just to gather a little of her nectar and then rubbed in circles around her swelling bud.

For several minutes the only sounds in the room were the creaking of the bed frame, the grunts of exertion and Olivia's muffled wailing up and down the scale. But all good things must come to an end and the first cum was Lucia's. She groaned and pulled Olivia's face into her wildly bouncing belly, smashing the girl's mouth into her pussy. There was a hiss and splash of liquid and Olivia's cries were cut off by choking and snorting as her mouth and nose were flooded with hot liquid. The room was suddenly flooded with a spicy-sour heavy scent of a mature woman. After a moment Lucia sagged back against the wall. Olivia coughed, spraying spit and aromatic goo onto her father's chest and face. I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked her head back so I could look. Her face was absolutely drenched. Her lashes were clumped together, her brows were clotted, sticky liquid was rolling down her face and collecting at the end of her nose, on her lips, at the point of her chin.

The scent of his wife's climax sent Gabriel over the edge. He dug his fingers into Olivia's hips and thrust up his own to penetrate her as deeply as possible, and roared. Olivia's cries peaked in time, and I swore that I could feel his cock pulsing through her vaginal and rectal walls as he inseminated his preteen daughter. I think she was cumming too, maybe, as her rectum began to spasm and grab at my cock, hard enough to almost hurt and her voice choked off in a series of little shrieks. I felt my testicles pull in tight against my body as my own orgasm rose. But I didn't want Amanda to feel I was neglecting her. So as I passed the point of no return I put the heel of my hand against Olivia's lower back and pulled out even as she squealed and grasped at me with spasming pelvic muscles. I popped out and pivoted just in time to ejaculate a long stream up Amanda's back and into her hair. I leaned forward against her, fitting my shaft between her buttcheeks and she giggled as I shot more cum onto her smooth skin. Her giggles trailed off into a soft "ewww," as I finished. I fell backwards onto the bed.

For a long time the only sounds in the room were the harsh breathing of we adults, Olivia's quiet sobbing, and the two younger children's muffled laughter and sighs as, with the inexhaustible stamina of youth, they continued fucking. Eventually Gabriel put his hands on Olivia's waist and lifted her off him. A torrent of cum dribbled out of her cunny to pool in his pubes. He helped her to a sitting position leaning back against the headboard between himself and Lucia and the two stroked and caressed her sweaty body, kissing her gently on her face and hair while murmuring endearments. Olivia's hair was wet and tangled, she was covered in sweat and adult secretions, her skin was flushed and mottled. Her dark eyes were empty but there was something wild in them as well. After a few moments one of her hands stole slowly to her crotch. She traced the changed contours, her fingers feeling how her labia still gaped, flushed with blood and flowered open. Then she began slowly to circle her swollen clitoris. Quiet whimpers escaped her lips.

Eventually Lucia helped her daughter to her feet and helped her walk on trembling legs into her parents' bathroom. I heard water filling the tub. Amanda had finally run out of steam and was lying across Jorge with my semen dripping off her back. I climbed out of the bed - my own knees felt a little weak - and lifted Amanda, setting her on her feet on the floor, and we retreated to our own bedroom and a shower. I was drained, sexually, but it was still a wonderful sensual pleasure to run the loofah gently over my niece to clean jizz and sweat from her small body, and shampoo her tangled hair then after we dried ourselves use the blow drier and brush her now-black locks until they shone. (Lucia had assured me the color would wash out over the next week or so.)

Later, we all reconvened around the dining table. Everyone was hungry - I was ravenous - and we destroyed two cold roast chickens, a vegetable platter, a cheese and charcuterie platter, and two bottles of wine for the adults. I had dressed, as had Lucia and Gabriel. Amanda had put her white sandals back on but was otherwise naked. Jorge was wearing a tshirt but nothing on the bottom. Olivia was nude. She was quiet, eating steadily with her eyes downcast, but she didn't flinch or shy from the frequent hugs and caresses her parents gave her.

When we had all eaten our fill, Lucia turned to her daughter. "So, carita, how did you like it?"

Something flared in Olivia's eyes - not anger or fear, but that strange wildness I had seen earlier. Her voice was quiet. "I...it was a lot. It was a lot."

"You will do it again." It was not quite a statement or a question.

"...Yes. But...maybe a little more gently. I am very sore."

"That's natural for your first time," Gabriel said. "You can rest for the rest of today."

"But it is good that you enjoyed it," Lucia said, "Because you will have many more opportunities." Gabriel reached behind him and held up before Olivia's eyes a thick black leather collar, like for a large dog. It had silver studs and spikes around its circumference. "Your father and I have decided that for the rest of this summer, you will be the puta de la casa. You will wear this collar. You will wear nothing else while you are in our home. When you leave the house for any reason, your father and I will determine what clothing you may wear. You may pleasure yourself at any time with any person who is in the house, as they may do with you." As she spoke, Gabriel fastened the collar around Olivia's neck.

Lucia spoke with formality. "Do you understand your new role, carita?"

Lucia dropped her eyes. A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes, mama," she said. And then, "Thank you, mama."

Lucia and Gabriel both kissed her cheeks, again with that odd formality. Then Gabriel said, "Go to your room and gather up all your clothing and put it on our bed. Your mother and I will determine what you can keep for the summer."

Olivia stood and padded slowly on bare feet back to her bedroom.

The next day was to be our last. We were catching an overnight train for Amsterdam. I woke to the sounds of fornication. I found Olivia bent over the couch and her father fucking her vigorously from behind. She was making the sweetest little moans and cries as her feet waved in the air behind her father's thrusting form. Amanda's shrieks of laughter echoed from down the hall. I looked back towards the parents' bedroom and saw her leaping and prancing into the room with Lucia behind her. Amanda was wearing a strapon. It looked absurdly large on her eight-year-old frame. It bounced and waggled obscenely as the child capered. "Look!" she laughed, "Lucia gave me a cock!"

At that moment Gabriel moaned, "Ah, puta!" and as asscheeks clenched as he ejaculated into his daughter. Olivia moaned and sort of laughed as she felt the hot cum squirting into her. Her little feet kicked with each squirt as her father filled her up. When he was done Gabriel pulled out and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint, then headed back to his bedroom to dress.

Olivia's laughter took on an edge of hysteria as she somersaulted forward over the couch back, ending up sitting with her legs splayed. The spikes on the black dog collar caught the sunlight coming in through the window. Her chest and stomach were dappled with a light friction rash. Her cunt gaped open and fresh semen dribbled out. She barely had time to draw breath when Amanda jumped up onto the couch, standing up between Olivia's spread thighs. "Look at my cock, Olivia!" she demanded, laughing. Olivia's eyes seemed unfocused. One hand came up tentatively as if to grasp the penis. But Amanda jumped up and dropped to her knees on the cushion. With some maneuvering as she tried to coordinate this new appurtenance of hers, she managed to get the plastic head pressed against Lucia's slimy gateway. Amanda laughed harder and Olivia moaned as the fake cock filled her up. Then my eight-year-old niece was fucking her. Amanda humped enthusiastically, almost bouncing on the couch cushion. Olivia's arms and splayed legs flopped around and her moans mixed with that weird almost-laughter and Amanda's full-throated guffaws.

After a few minutes Gabriel came back into the room dressed in a cool-looking open-necked white shirt and some khaki-colored hiking shorts. Lucia was behind him wearing a light cotton print sleeveless dress and high-top basketball sneakers. She reached over the couch and smacked Amanda lightly on her bare ass. "That's enough for now, it's almost time to go." Obediently Amanda levered herself off the couch, the dildo emerging from Olivia's stretched cunt with an obscene slurp. Lucia turned Amanda around and undid the fastenings, then Amanda stepped out of the harness. Lucia held the pink dildo up to the light. It was gleaming with liquid and covered in smears of white. Then she knelt before her naked daughter and ostentatiously sucked on the flesh-colored plastic. "Oh my, puta," she said, "Your cunt tastes very pleasing. Here, try it!" She pushed the dildo against Olivia's lips until her tongue snaked out and lapped at the side of the shaft. Gabriel offered his hand and helped Lucia back to her feet.

"Amanda, please go put some clothes on. We are going out," said Gabriel, then he raised his voice and called for his son. Jorge tumbled out of his bedroom dressed in shorts and a dirty tshirt. Amanda joined us after a couple of minutes, looking demure in a sleeveless light blue blouse, a knee-length denim skirt, and colorful sneakers. Just as Gabriel looked at his watch, the entry phone buzzed. Gabriel spoke briefly and then buzzed someone up. Then he helped Olivia to her feet and, hands on her shoulders, walked her over to stand by the front door. When the knock came Gabriel insisted Olivia open it. The door opened on a tall, heavyset man in his 50s. Wisps of a disarranged combover framed a puffy face red from the effort of climbing the stairs. Pale blue eyes flared as he took in the sight of the naked preteen before him, her slight frame, her tiny puffies, the semen trails that had dried on her inner thighs.

Olivia squeaked and tried to cover herself but her father held her arms tightly to her sides. "Here is our little puta," he said to the man. "As we agreed you have her to yourself for at least 45 minutes. When the next person arrives it's between the two of you whether you stay or go. But when the third person comes you must leave - no more than two at a time until our puta gets more used to her role. Claro?"

The man nodded but his eyes never left Olivia's naked body. "Olivia, take the man back to your bedroom and do as he directs you." Gabriel said. Olivia looked up at him with that strange, wild look in her eyes then without a word she took the man's hand and his heavy tread followed her bare feet down the hall. They disappeared into her bedroom.

"Okay, everyone, let us go," Lucia said. Our destination was the Sagrada Familia cathedral. Lucia and Gabriel had booked a private tour for us. Jorge was not so interested - I think he had probably been there already on a school trip - but Amanda was enchanted. She peppered the guide with questions as we proceeded through the interior and then around the exterior, much of the latter still shrouded in scaffolding. She was agape at the information that the cathedral had been under construction for a century and would not be finished for at least another fifty years.

After the tour we walked through the cluster of souvenir tents in the park facing the cathedral. I bought Amanda a snowglobe with a model of the cathedral as it would look when (if) it were ever finished. Then we had a leisurely lunch at a nearby outdoor cafe where I consumed maybe one beer too many and got a little handsy with Amanda sitting on my lap. She giggled and squirmed.

As we climbed the stairs back to the apartment we passed a rather tough-looking young man on the last landing before their door. He averted his face from us. The leather of his motorcycle jacked creaked and the chain dangling from his belt jingled. Inside, out of curiosity I followed Lucia to the doorway of Olivia's bedroom. She was lying spread-eagle on her bed, her hair fanned around her face on the pillow. Still naked, of course, with only the collar around her neck. Her cunt gaped open obscenely, semen oozing out of her swollen labia. There were bruises forming on her mons and vulva. The sheets were gooey and soaking beneath her butt in a large and spreading wet spot. There was more cum on her face, twin trails drooling out from the corners of her mouth, coating her chin, puddled in the hollow of her throat. There were spatters clumping her tangled black curls. There were bite marks around her nipples.

"Hello, puta," Lucia said kindly. "How was your day?"

Olivia raised her head but didn't otherwise move. Her eyes were dark and enormous. She didn't speak.

"Did you have an orgasm?" Lucia continued as if her daughter had answered.

Olivia blinked slowly and considered. "Yes, mama. I had three."

"Excellente!" Lucia smiled widely. "Write them down in your diario puta, and then take a shower. We are taking Amanda and her uncle to the train station. Oh, put your sheets in the wash also, please."

Olivia took a long time in the shower and came out clean and flushed and looking younger than eleven. Lucia had clothing picked out for her: A twist bandeau in yellow and blue, a short skirt that must have been from last year or even the year before, as it barely covered her slender ass, and red boots with a spike heel that Olivia was clearly not that experienced with as she tottered back and forth. No panties, of course. As we set out from the apartment the skirt proved in fact to be decent only if Olivia walked extremely carefully which was impossible given her footwear and the uneven brick pavements. The lower creases of her asscheeks were frequently exposed. As we descended into the metro the updraft blew the skirt up completely over Olivia's waist exposing her pussy for all to see. Her father held one of her hands making it more difficult for her to pull it down. Her face was bright red and she was gasping with anxiety and embarrassment by the time we stepped off the escalator.

We were right on time to the station. There were hugs and handshakes all around as we prepared to board the train. I wrapped one arm around Olivia's shoulders and under her mother's approving gaze put my other hand under her skirt. I slid my middle finger into her and palmed her pussy. It was hot and moist. I lifted, pressing until only the toes of her boots touched the concrete floor. I kissed her forehead and stepped back. As I was licking my finger clean Amanda gave her a hug, saying "Goodbye, Olivia, I really liked fucking you!" And then Lucia presented Amanda with a small oblong giftwrapped box, telling her not to open it until we were settled on the train.

We didn't get around to opening Amanda's present until after the train had departed. First we ate in the dining car, watching the lengthening shadows as the Catalonian coast slid past. Once we were back in our sleeper compartment I pulled the bed down and then Amanda sat cross-legged and tore open the wrapping. She lifted the lid of the box to find the strap-on she had worn that morning to fuck Olivia. It had not been washed and the perfume of the eleven-year-old's cunt filled the compartment.