I was three perhaps four at the time the following story took place. I had a curiosity that was much larger than myself. It was an all-consuming type ...f curiosity. The type that only a child of that age can really achieve. I know that I had not started school yet, but it had been talked about. I lived in a very old house. Even at the time I was a young child, growing up it was very old. The house had been retrofit for electricity in the twenties. They did the oddest things back then. I have to. Ever since Andy McCoy took my cherry in the backseat of his car when I was 14, I'd become a teen tramp. I liked getting fucked and I liked sucking cock. I had no shame. My Dad was blissfully ignorant about it all and still thought I was his little angel. There hadn't been a boy yet to turn me down, but now I set my sights on a bigger target.Mr. Anderson was a nice looking man. He was also my Dads best friend from college and my last class of the day. He taught algebra. He always brought me home. Red had stopped jacking me was watching T's cock slide in and out of my asshole. J's cock was getting wetter as I slobbered on it. T started grunting and started pumping cum. Soon he held his cock inside of me and I could feel it twitch. He pulled out. J moved behind me. I could feel him sliding his cock into my hole. Red and T laid down and Red started cleaning T's cock. At one point I realized that number 3 was in my ass and looked it was Red. After leaving my stocking stuffed Red. Tom helped me shovel out a path for the trucks and drove Sherry’s to Bills. Back at the cabin he helped me load what I was taking, including 100 hounds of smoked salmon and 25 pounds of jerky. We closed the shutters on the windows and slip the barn door across the doorway and locked everything down. I gave him the front shoulder off the moose and told him to help himself to whatever else he needed. Six days later I was back home and received a good lecturing from both families. My folks Ryan.