"Stuck, schmuck. Don't worry so much Christopher. Your Papa just been showing Miss Heather his schlong. She like very much. Even eat right up, just like a hot dog. Now she want to see you and Steve. Show her your schlongs, both of you." Chris and Steve Vastos were shocked speechless. They looked in bewilderment from the sweet, sexy schoolgirl to their grinning father's open trouser front, to their mother's happy face. Her words slowly sank in. They convinced themselves that she had, in fact, said it but they did not know how to react. They knew enough of their mother's ideas to accept her words and, since Heather did not express any shock or outrage, they began to think that it might even be true, no matter how unbelievable. Their eyes fixed on hers. She smiled warmly, enjoying their confusion as she hoped to soon be enjoying their cocks. "Your mother has told me so much about you, I just had to see them... I mean you. She says your pricks are even nicer than your Dad's, and his is really nice. I'd really like to see yours, too. Won't you please show me" "Go on, boys. I know you both got nice big schlongs. Show them to Miss Heather. She like schlongs like I used to. Go on, hurry up. Miss Heather not got all night." The two men looked at each other, then slowly put down their cigarettes and began to fumble with the knots of their apron strings. They threw off the white aprons, but they could not bring themselves to go any further. Heather saw their hesitation. "Mrs. Vastos Can I do it Can I open their pants Do you think they'll mind" she asked impatiently. "My boys too shy. Sure, you go head. They no mind, do you boys" The two men simply shook their heads as Heather quickly and happily approached them. First she stroked and fondled the crotches of their stained white trousers. Yes, she could feel the heavy, swollen flesh. Immediately her tiny hands went to work on their belts, while the two men stood almost petrified. In a moment their pants were open and Heather's hands were foraging in their underwear. "Oh my! They really do feel nice, Mrs. Vastos. Oh! I can feel yours move, Mr. Christopher. Do you like me touching you. Oh, and now yours too, Mr. Steve. Oh, I want to see them, but I can't get them out like this." The touch of her hands on the bare flesh of their cocks, on top of everything else, had excited them to such an extent that even Heather's practised hands could not pull the swelling poles through the openings in their jockey shorts. While Mrs. Vastos nodded in approval, and the two men began gasping with pleasure, Heather pushed their pants and underwear down around their knees. She exclaimed in delight when she looked up. Mrs. Vastos was right; they were indeed "big like this" and so very fat. In Heather's brief but very crowded experience with men's cocks she had seldom seen bigger - and these weren't even fully erect yet. Heather remedied that deficiency in a hurry. She stood in front of the two men and fondled each one with one hand, a dreamy look on her face as she imagined how their schlongs would feel inside of her. Then she bent down to inspect the marvellous organs more closely, to inhale their scent and, after a furtive glance towards the boys' mother, to plant a big kiss on the head of each cock. The men gasped and stiffened in disbelief. When Mrs. Vlastos said nothing, Heather let herself go and spread wide her lips to swallow the head of Steve's cock. However, in bending over, Heather revealed that she was panty-less under her skirt. Hardly anyone was looking, so fascinated were they all by the contrast between Heather's tiny hands and delicate lips and those huge, bloated pieces of male meat. But old Theo Vastos was trying to get a better view of Heather's lips on his sons' cocks when he noticed the naked flesh beneath her skirt. The sight of those sweet, round globes stopped him in his tracks. His eyes brightened. While Heather fondled and kissed his sons' schlongs, he reached out to grab at her ass. Mrs. Vlastos did not see because she had quickly turned and hurried to a wall telephone. She dialled almost blindly, her proud, maternal eyes fixed on little Heather's attempt to get one of those great schlongs inside her mouth. "Hello, George. That you Mama here. George, you come right way to kitchen. Yes, restaurant. No, I no tell you. A surprise. You come quick." She hung up abruptly and settled into one of the chairs vacated by her sons to watch her family enjoy themselves. "Old Theo Vastos now had his finger in Heather's pussy while her lips were stretched tightly around the bulbous knob of Steve's cock-head. Suddenly the old man plunged his finger deep into her cunt and pressed his thumb against her asshole. Heather jumped forward - from surprise and delight, not pain - and Steve's great knob popped into her mouth just as the old man's thumb popped through her anus and pressed against the finger in her cunt. The old man's probing fingers spurred her to suck voraciously on the son's cock, swallowing it inch by inch, as she wriggled her ass enthusiastically against the old man's hand, wishing he could put something bigger than his fingers in her. Chris Vastos was left standing with his cock sticking out of his pants and a bewildered, forlorn look on his face. Heather's mouth was fully occupied by his brother and her ass by his father. When Mrs. Vlastos saw that he was being left out, she called to her husband. "Theo, you stop that! Look, poor Chris. He got nothing to do. You let him play with Heather's bummie. If Heather don't mind. You mind, Heather You let Chris feel your bummie Maybe you even let him put his schlong in you If it not too big You like Chris he do it good." If Heather had ever wanted to cry out, "YES!", that was the time. But the huge pole in her mouth made it impossible. She nodded her head as vigourously as she could, making Steve Vastos moan from the sensations it produced on his cock. She wriggled and shook her "bummie", hoping Christopher or his mother would understand. She missed the old man's fingers already, but just the thought of one of those great schlongs pushing inside her drowned out any regrets. Under his wife's stern glance, the old man reluctantly had pulled his hand from Heather's ass and moved away to sit beside her in the chair. Chris Vastos frantically tried to pull off his pants, but ended up hobbling into position at Heather's rear. He watched that lovely behind for a few seconds as it squirmed in frustration and invitation. Then he reached out to stroke the glowing flesh, almost hypnotized by its whiteness. Finally he took his mighty prick in two hands and set its swollen head against the pink and gleaming lips of Heather's pussy. Heather pushed back as hard as she could to try to capture the fleshy knob, but his mother's voice made him start and pull away. Heather moaned in frustration around the meaty pole in her mouth until she heard what Mrs. Vastos had to say. "Christopher! What you do You know not right to put your schlong there! Didn't I teach you better. You put in other place, like I show you. Is better. Right Miss Heather You like that, no" Heather was surprised at the old lady's words but she didn't care where he put it as long as he put it in her somewhere soon. If Mrs. Vlastos didn't want her son to fuck her cunt then she was quite happy to give him her asshole. Once again she nodded her head vigourously. Steve groaned again and his cock sank several inches further into her throat. When Chris had re-aimed his mighty missile and started to press it tentatively against her tiny asshole, Heather was pushed even more firmly onto his brother's cock. Its great length was almost completely buried in her throat before the other brother finally managed to force the swollen knob of his cock-head through her anxious anal opening. Once that tight ring of muscle had snapped firmly around his shaft, Chris Vastos let out a roar and began thrusting into the young girl, forcing her throat down the last few inches onto his brother's cock. He straightened his knees and suddenly Heather's feet were off the floor. She was completely impaled now, just as she had been between the two salesman a little while before, but this was even better. Never had she felt so full, so stuffed with wonderful man-meat. Even though her cunt was empty, the sheer size of the cocks in her other two openings more than made up for it. But she couldn't breathe. She almost hadn't noticed, so enraptured had she been by the progress of Chris Vastos's big cock up the tight channel of her ass. Steve Vastos wasn't moving. The sensation of her throat muscles clamped around his rigid shaft, squeezing and pulsating, was simply too good. Heather had to push at his legs before he grabbed her head and began to move in her, pulling his mighty cock back until only his great knob was in her mouth so she could gulp a breath of air, then sending the complete length of his shaft deep into her throat again...

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