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Kylie and Serena
by Vivian Darkbloom
Kylie, the thin one, looked up to her slightly older best friend
Serena. Because Serena was starting to have tiny breasts, And she
knew how to rub a pillow clamped firmly between her soft thighs
into a moaning orgasm.
That Kylie knew, because while they were having a sleep-over,
Serena thought her younger friend Kylie was asleep. Needing to
bring the restless tossing and turning to an end by fulfilling
her burning urge to release juicy contractions around some
imaginary broomstick -- or maybe the tongue of her very friend
who slept next to her -- deep in her, plunged into the mysterious
fold between her legs that had been tugging and nagging at her so
for attention of late. A fire-hose to pour merciful refreshment
to quench the burning desert sands of desire
The two close friends were lying back-to-back in sleeping bags,
with buttocks gently touching, and while Serena quietly moaned
Kylie silently pretended she was asleep. But meanwhile secretly
plied with delicate touch her own sensitive dripping folds as
Serena's moaning escalated. Young girlfriends with careless
nightshirts and touseled tresses snored all around them.
Kylie secretly wished she would dare to ask for Serena to touch
her, to caress her. She listened to Serena's peaking orgasm, felt
the subtle pulses of her multiple contractions with a secret
smile of delight, knowing that it would fuel her own fantasy
later on.
Little did Kylie know that Serena herself was imagining Kylie
nibbling on her clitoris, and lying next to her (supposedly)
sleeping friend, the idea of reaching the unspeakable climax
right there in her younger friend's face, with Kylie's tongue
knowingly, welcomingly, deeply probing her precious pearl, that
was the fantasy that took her over the edge, that drove her
orgasm.
Serena didn't dare ask Kylie for the forbidden favor just then.
Enough to imagine that the electric touch of their twin buttocks
might trigger erotic dreams. But she figured, with irrevocable
logic, that if she could somehow coax a throbbing penis into the
inside of little Kylie's sweet warm juicy love-hole, that Kylie
would say "yes" to anything she asked. And oh, how she trembled
to think of that moment when she would utter those sweet words of
request.
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Unwitting of the aforementioned event, and in complete ignorance
of the associated dreamings, I sat innocently listening to music
with the two of them, playing scrabble one fine sunny autumn
autumn day, the three of us sitting there on Serena's bed. Bright
sunlight streaming through tall upstairs windows, the upper
leaves and branches of beautiful green trees. We could see out,
but nobody could see in. And all parental units were off engaged
in other activities.
Never mind that my age is more than twice theirs combined. I find
their company pleasant, and surprising commonness in our shared
perceptions and sentiments of the world and life and
entertainment.
Just, on that particular day, I noticed a trend in the words that
kept showing up on the scrabble board.
First there were `balls.' "It could be any kind of ball," said
Serena defensively. Then there was `vagina.' We had to look up
the word `clitorus,' and decided that it didn't really have a "u"
in it, but we let it stay anyway.
Serena had been chattering away the previous week, regarding her
speculations on what a hardened male organ might look like, a
conversation I did my best to divert. But today she brings up the
topic once more, and I find myself abnormally tongue-tied. She
talks about how she's seen pictures and all, but never had a
chance to play with a real one up close. Wouldn't that be fun?
she says. Wondering exactly what rubbery sort of texture it might
have, or whether it was really proper to describe the texture as
rubbery at all? And so on.
This sort of talk gives me an itch, which I refuse to scratch.
Then it starts to give me a hard-on, which Serena makes worse by
noticing, "Oh look!" and casually tapping it with her index
finger, as she casts a sly look back up at me. Kylie watches,
silently.
"Can I see it?" Serena pleads. (she already is tugging down my
waistband, which was loose because I had already undone the belt
and top button) "Please? Lemme see!" Feeling like I ought to do
something to get away, I stand up. Bad move, because now Serena's
clinging to the beltline succeeds in pulling down my pants.
Request fulfilled.
Serena peers at my private sensitivity with unmasked wonder and
curiosity, no doubt comparing her imaginings with the actuality
before her.
"Two virgin girls," I mutter.
Serena grins slyly. "But you can do something to fix that."
My equipment is now full in her face, about half-erect. Before I
can react, she begins caressing it in her hands, rolling the
shaft lovingly, gently grasping the balls hanging down. So soft
the skin of her hands against the skin of my organs, that never
before have I felt such marvelous pleasure at being touched down
there. Serena sticks out her tongue, and starts running it around
the head of the miniature monk. Kylie gasps slightly. So do I.
"So here's what we're going to do," says Serena, completely in
charge. "You," she points at me "will stick this thing inside of
her," she points at Kylie, "and she'll nibble on my clitoris, and
then we can all have the orgasm of our lives!"
I attempt to introduce rationality back into the atmosphere of
the room and the conversation, only to find that my speech center
is suffering from a strange and baffling paralysis.
Kylie shifts nervously in her chair. Then, shyly smiling, a
little nervous. Kylie slowly reaches out to caress my shaft, as
Serena continues to circle her tongue around the head.
Joining in the mood of the event, Kylie somehow loses her shirt
and pants, leaving only her bra and panties. The bra is mainly
decorative, as she is too young to have much to hold back. It has
a frilly but simple lace.
Serena tears off all of her clothes now, her soft pale hints of
mammalia almost bouncing as she hurls her vestments over the edge
of the bed, and Kylie takes her girlfriend's place in front of
me, putting my entire head inside her tiny hot mouth, teeth
gently biting, tongue exploring the opening, tasting the sweet
drops.
Serena begins feeling her almost nonexistent breasts with one
hand as she furiously vibrates the other, pressing educatedly
within her tantalizing crease. I notice barely perceptible
silky-fine little hairs gently adorning her love-folds.
"OK," Kylie says, "I'll take him inside me. But I want to watch
you do it first."
"Promise?"
"Promise. Kiss to seal the deal."
Luxuriously, sensuously, the two girls kiss, savoring each moment
and gentle touch. Serena is spreading her legs, kneeling on the
bed. She grabs my stiff rod and brushes the tip against the
wetness between her thighs, back and forth a few times, then one
time dead center, and she pushes.
And pushes. I feel something give way, and Serena gasps, forcing
my spear into her tight, slimy aperture.
All this time she is still kissing Kylie, and she lets out a moan
as my wideness opens her vagina, her breasts perking up from the
penetration. She commences in slow gyrations with the most erotic
rhythm known to the universe.
Kylie leans back a little. She seems to enjoy watching me fuck
Serena. Kylie lightly glides her hand over Serena's erect
nipples.
The push and pull continue blissfully for several minutes, the
girls kissing and stroking each other. Then Serena reaches with
one hand and pulls down Kylie's panties, which have a tiny wet
spot in the center. Kylie squirms her pelvis with desire.
Kylie takes off her own bra. It is all padding -- beneath is
nothing but a smooth chest.
My penis still inside of Serena, I lick Kylie's little nipples.
she moans. I caress Kylie's sweet folds with my hand, feeling the
moistness within.
Serena breaks her kiss with Kylie: "I want to have an orgasm with
my clitoris in your mouth," she confesses breathlessly to her
younger friend.
Kylie shrugs, smiling. "OK. Whatever," secretly delighted that
Serena shares her fantasies and desires.
My rod is relentlessly firm now, snapping slightly as Serena
pulls it out of her, and directs it towards Kylie. Kylie lies
down on the bed face up under Serena's crotch, and pulls me
towards her sweet fold by my sensitive hyperextended organ, my
horn of fulfillment, marinated in Serena's sweet sauce.
Kylie is lying, legs spread apart, on the bed, open and naked to
the beauty of nature. I kneel, engorged, between her legs, before
her peach-skinned smooth red gorge, as her hands play with me,
toying and tugging me gently towards her.
Glancing over at earthquake-shaken tiles strewn in disarray
across the board, I comment "I think the scrabble game is done
for."
"Oh shoot!" bemoans Kylie with a smile. "And for once I was
winning!"
Serena kneels across from me, at Kylie's head, once more bending
over to gently kiss her friend on the lips. They exchange knowing
looks. Serena holds Kylie's head in her hands. My eyes meet
Serena's, as we both prepare to descend on Kylie, to share her
sexuality.
Facing me, Serena thrusts her pelvis forward, to lower herself,
her dripping folds towards Kylie's lips, and Kylie's tongue
reaches up lovingly to meet her. Meanwhile, Kylie's hands are
guiding my slimy iron rod into the folds between her legs, as she
arches up to take me inside of her.
One push -- the tip is in. Nerve endings relish the delicious
taste of the tightness of her surrounding little lower mouth. Her
sacred wedding ring around my giant finger. Another, and I plunge
the shaft in to the hilt, into the hairless smooth pleats of skin
below her belly-button. My rod is mixing together the two girls'
vaginal juices, in a holy and delightful marriage. Kylie sighs
blissfully, as she prods Serena's clit with her tongue. Serena
involuntarily lets out a yell of ecstasy.
Serena was ready to go -- she (facing me) lets go with a set of
contractions in Kylie's face, "Unh - unh - unh - keep going!" she
exclaims, forcefully kissing me.
As I plunge further into her friend, Serena coaxes my climax with
her tongue and lips in and on my mouth. As she herself has orgasm
after orgasm, her tiny expanded breastlets breathing with erotic
undulation, and I can feel her coaxing me in the direction of the
inevitable explosion. "Come inside her," she whispers, "Give it
to her."
Finally, Kylie's moans increase and escalate, moving her thin
legs together and apart either side of me in tandem with her
pelvic thrusting, until I feel her encircling grip at the center
gently squeezing me in repeated pulses, followed by involuntarily
quivering and another series of pulses. Serena gives me one more
coax with her tongue, kissing me as finally I inject my sweet
gifts, enormous hot streams of semen into her friend's vagina.
The three of us gradually collapse into a loving sensuously
embrace.
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