I took her narrow shoulders in both hands and gave them a squeeze.
“A mix,” I said. I knew I was on to something. “How much allowance do you get? Or do you think the kids in your grade are getting?”
“Huh?! What's that got to do with anything?”
“Just tell me.”
She cocked her pretty blonde head slightly to the side, thinking it over.
“Justin, you know what I get. Ten dollars a week, for all the help we do. The other kids are mostly getting five to ten dollars a week, too.”
It was perfect.
“If there were five boys here when Patty came over, could they all fuck her, too?” I wanted to know. “I mean, if it was like a party and I fucked her first? And she could see they were all taking turns fucking you?”
My little sister's eyes lit up at the thought.
“Ohhh, like a sex party,” she said slowly, savoring it. “That would be so great! But it'd have to be over before mom and dad got home.”
“At least an hour before,” I said. “So we could clean up.”
And Margie reached out and took my again-standing dick in her small hand. Her warm fingers made it start throbbing all over again. I was insanely excited, in many ways.
“You're all hard again,” she said with a little smile. “It's all twitchy.”
“All the better to fuck you with.”
The next afternoon, pretty little Patty walked into our living room with my kid sister Margie as soon as school was over, but to my surprise they weren't alone.
And neither was I.
The third girl with them was Patty's older sister, Becky, a slightly overweight 5th-grader with the beginning of some real boobs. They were the only real set of breasts in the entire house at that moment.
I could tell right away she'd be very popular.
Margie and Patty were flat as boards, my blonde little sister having only a sweet pair of pale pink nipples that got all pointy and sensitive whenever she was really excited sexually.
Which was almost always.
And I was certain slender Patty's chest would prove to be exactly the same. But Becky was another story, a sweet-faced 11-year-old brunette in stretchy pink shorts and a tight tee-shirt with a white bra clearly showing beneath it.
They'd all three changed into casual (meaning sexier) clothes at school, shorts and skimpy little tops, all wanting to look their best. Or their sluttiest.
Margie pushed Patty forward slightly, toward me, with a little giggle, her best friend giving me a quick nervous smile, but then looking away. She knew, and I knew, that we'd probably be the first to do anything.
The test couple, I guess.
“Hi,” Becky said first, though, looking to each of us. The boys, that is. “Margie said I could come to your party.”
I went right up to her and, surprising her, shook her hand.
“The more the merrier,” I told her, still keeping her hand in mine. “Did my sister tell you what kind of party it was?”
I saw the girl blush at my question, but she nodded with a guilty little look. Then she murmured, “A sex party.”
“Right. Have you done anything like that yet, had sex?”
Becky swallowed, but nodded again. “Using my mouth,” she admitted. “And my hand. I've made out a lot, too.”
“With just one boy?” I wanted to know, genuinely curious. “Like a boyfriend?”
She shook her head, still looking down. “Not a boyfriend. But with three different boys, one older and two younger, a few times each. I wanted to do more, but they all chickened out.”
Which got a few laughs.
“Perfect,” I said. “You're really sexy, you know?”
That seemed to surprise her. Her blush turned even brighter red.
“Thanks.”
And, of course, being politically correct, I added, “You and your sister, Patty, are both really sexy. I'm so glad Margie brought you along.”
And I very much was.
Really, I was thrilled that they'd brought Becky.
Because instead of just five of us, I'd managed to recruit eight friends of mine from school, all of us 6th- graders, making it nine excited, awkward and highly nervous 12-year-old boys.
I'd been worried about Margie and Patty taking on so many of us, well knowing that some of the boys might chicken out, but others would get so wildly excited watching the ongoing sex they'd want more than just one turn.
At my young age, I'd sometimes fucked my little sister three or four times in a single afternoon before our parents got home. Of course, always eager for more, Margie used her mouth to get me hard again and again. Sucking me, of course, but more than once even sticking her hot tongue up my asshole. She'd do whatever it took to get more sex out of a guy.
Anyway, I guess we'd know soon enough just how much fucking she really could take.
“This is not just a sex party,” I announced first, though. “It's a new club. A secret sex club for students. The Student Sex Club. All of you were chosen to be the very first members, the first secret members.”
Margie, my young partner in crime (because that's what it probably was), walked boldly into the middle of us all.
“I know some of you,” she said, looking to each boy. “When my brother says it's a secret club, he means it. We'll all get into big trouble if even one of you tells anybody else.”
I took over again.
“The first rule of Sex Club is: there is no Sex Club.”
Which got a lot of nervous laughs. Every one of us had seen Fight Club, of course, and it got the point quickly across.
I then added, “As I already told most of you, dues are $2 a week, for girls or boys, and my sister and I will decide who we invite to join. Or not. But any of you can suggest new members, and we'll all discuss it at our meetings. Is all that clear?”
One of the boys I'd brought raised his hand.
“What about the bigger kids?” he asked, a tall rangy boy named Ray. “We don't want them in here, pushing us around.”
A bunch of agreement erupted, nods and 'Right!' called out, the girls as well as the boys not wanting the trouble that older students would bring. Or maybe the girls just didn't want to compete for attention with the more-developed girls.
I couldn't tell.
I quieted them all down. And I noticed Patty was sort of casually staring at nothing, but at the same time had her dark eyes on the crotch of my jeans, wondering, I hoped, what it'd be like to get together with me.
Then she noticed that I'd noticed, bit at her lower lip and looked away.
“Let's keep the bigger kids out,” I said. “It should be 4th-grade, 5th-grade and 6th-graders only. Okay?”
Which got a lot of nods of further agreement.
“Danielle with the big boobs in our class is supposed to be, uh, real interested in sex,” another of the 6th- grade boys, Mike, brought up. “I heard she did it with three guys on the field trip last November. I'll bet she'd join.”
“Good thinking,” I agreed. “I'll talk to her at school on Monday.”
But I knew what he really meant and didn't want to say.
Danielle was the 6th-grade slut, a hot 12-year-old pass-around-pack who never said no. We'd heard she'd
