A Bed Big Enough

Eric gets a call from his old friend, Joel, 55, who
invites him for a visit to his rural home near Mount
Shasta in Northern California. They were hippies
together in the old days, with free love for all. Joel
has three young girls, ages eight to ten, with his young
second wife, Daisy. Joel mentions he and Daisy believed
in the family bed, and Eric was free to join them if he
wanted to.

Eric finally found Joel’s house, at the end of a twisty
long road in a very small community near Mount Shasta in
Northern California not far from the Oregon border. The
mountain supposedly had mystical qualities, and had
always attracted its share of searchers and seekers of
the mystical, Joel among them. Eric had been one of them
for a time, thirty years or more ago, but had joined the
rat race while his best buddy from the old hippy days
hadn’t.

It was Saturday, mid morning, of a beautiful August day.
Eric parked the car behind Joel’s old panel truck. The
whole family rushed out to meet him, Joel, his young
wife, Daisy, just 24, and their three girls, Summer,
eight, Spring, nine, and Flower age ten.

“Found it all right, my old buddy?” Joel asked as he
gave his old friend a warm hug which Eric returned.

“No problem. Drove up from San Francisco and stayed in a
motel on the five last night, not too far away, and here
I am. Jeez, it’s great to see you. You haven’t gained a
pound. How do you do it?”

Joel laughed. “Well, having a young, beautiful wife
helps, and three lively girls too. They… ah, keep the
pounds off, that’s for sure,” he said gesturing to the
girls and his wife, standing almost in a row and looking
at Eric very intently and warmly with smiles on their
faces.

Joel was about five ten, and 170 pounds, very strong
looking. He had a shock of white hair, and deep blue
penetrating eyes.

“This is my wife, Daisy, the better half for sure, and
our three girls. Flower is our oldest, ten, in the blue
summer dress, and the middle one’s Spring, nine in the
tiny black skirt, no top and her old fedora hat. She
usually doesn’t wear anything, but I told her to meet
you she should at least wear shorts or a skirt. Our
youngster is Summer. She’s eight and has her moms auburn
red hair. Say hi to my old friend, Eric, girls.”

“We sure have been looking forward to your visit, Eric.
The girls are all excited. It’s been awhile since we had
a nice visit from a man.” Daisy said as she gave Eric a
hug in greeting.

Each of the girls followed suit giving Eric a warm hug.
He thought they were all delightful. Daisy, Joel’s wife,
was about five four and only around 100 pounds. She had
on tight short shorts and he could see her cunt slit
without much trouble as the shorts sank in it. She had
on a white blouse, and no bra. Her breasts were small
but very firm and stuck up very sexily, her nipples
visible through the thin white material of the blouse.
She had long auburn red hair and warm brown eyes. She
was very sexy to Eric.

Eric had a hard time not staring at nine year old
Spring. She was a beautiful girl with full luscious
lips, in a half smile, a trim, athletic body, shapely
legs, around four, maybe 65 pounds. She was only wearing
a very short black skirt with an uneven hem, layered
over with lace that sat low on her hips. He stomach was
flat, and she had just the start of breast development,
soft light pinkish nipples sitting on the slightest of
bulges.

He tried not to stare at her luscious exposed nipples,
but he couldn’t. He was embarrassed that the young
prepubescent girl was sexually exciting to him, but
really a hell of a lot more than that. He had an almost
overpowering urge to suck her nipples, her clit, lick
her anus, devour her. It was the strongest sexual urge
he had felt in many a year. He knew she wanted it,
wanted him. God help him. He knew he was lost, unless he
immediately left, but Eric had no intention to do that,
no siree!