To more fully enjoy this story in living, breathing HTML, please visit our website at: /~vivian Now offering over 140,000 words of pure prurience! -------------------------------------------------------- Katya A Kiss Goodnight by Vivian Darkbloom The serpent was wiser than all the animals in Paradise. And he persuaded Eve, saying "On the day when you eat from the tree which is in the midst of Paradise, the eyes of your mind will be opened." And Eve obeyed: she ate, and also gave to her husband. Testimony of Truth, Nag Hammadi Library After exactly eleven minutes had passed, (and here, you thought I had no self-control!) I realized that the hour had arrived. There was no rational choice, other than to go up. I had to. Part of being a good babysitter, which I was learning about from the Imbecile's Book of Babysitting. I had tried the "For Dummies" volume, and the "Idiot's Guide," but I had found out the hard way that I was neither a Dummy nor an Idiot, but rather an Imbecile. These distinctions can be critical for ensuring compatibility with one's reading material. First off, I had to ensure that the little angels were snoring correctly. Second, as thoroughly explicated in the "Imbecile's Guide," a good babysitter ought to be concerned that an al-Quaida terrorist operative might have stolen into the childrens' room in the velvety blackness of the night, and was at this very moment in the midst of sinister whispers indoctrinating the poor sweet innocents on tenets of Islam, the subtleties of suicide bombing, and the evils of cartooning. Now, the very thought of cartoon-deprived little girls, I found simply too heart-wrenching for my mind to bear. So for the sake of Sponge-Bob, Garfield, and the Power Puff Girls, I steeled my nerves to fulfill my patriotic duty and bravely defend the noble principles of democracy upon which our great country is founded. Swiftly I rose. Snapping shut Monsieur Hugo and divesting my feet of shoes for the sake of stealth, I began the cautious ascent to the realm of the unknown. The staircase to the second floor had two flights, separated by a landing between the first and second floor, from which the upper set of stairs proceeded in the opposite direction from the lower set. The stairs were covered in carpet with a pearly grey pattern running through it. The balustrade was wooden, the bottom rungs painted white but the railing left open wood grain with simple clear varnish. With the sleek svelte silence of a ninja, I stole up the staircase, slowly in sinuous serpentine steps. On my arrival midway at the landing, I paused to regroup, listening closely for possible telltale noises from the room of the two girls. The hairs inside my ear standing on end, my eardrums pricked up for even the faintest intimation of what dangers might lurk ahead. Faintly, I heard a cry, "Uuuh!" A damsel in distress! The plaintive wail was inflected with a desperate immediacy, rising in pitch toward the end with powerful emotion, drawn out of the soul. What species of wicked tormentor could elicit such an elocution from a frail innocent? Pricking up again my ears, I heard it again: "Uuuuh!" It sounded like Katya. Obviously, she was in trouble of some sort! I must plunge to the rescue. But still with the utmost of cautelous self-reserve, I stole cleverly as a black-clad martial artist with spiderlike paces, listening all the while. The cry repeated again and again with rhythmic regularity. Her oppressor displayed no mercy, and continued remorselessly and repeatedly inflicting dreadful punishment on the poor victim. One time, the wordless cry was replaced with an even more intense "Oh God!" and tears leapt to my eyes as I pictured Jesus on the cross, imploring "Why have you forsaken me?" No, Katya, God has not forsaken you! For He has sent me, your brave rescuer, now poised on the steps beneath your chamber of lamentation, gathering courage to penetrate the lion's den and deliver you from your agony. Surely, a medallion of honor from the department of Homeland Security would ensue. But first, I must strategize! Furiously my mind worked. Spinning gears crunched and shattered teeth as I pursued my gradual ascent, while meanwhile the cries accelerated and rose in pitch until they reached a crescendo that melted all into a single cry of "Oh!" (or maybe it was "Ah!" in which case the reader will hopefully forgive the inaccuracy of my rendering), ending with the staccato-punctuated words "Yes! Yes! Yes!" The severity of brutishness I could only imagine taking place behind that closed door threw me back into a fit of horror. The remaining steps mocked me with grinning petulance, embroiled in invisibly alluring hellish flames of wanton puerility. I fought with every ounce of my willpower the hideous strength of those defeatist Satanic forces of fear, spurred on by the repeated lament of my beloved as it commenced once again. I bolstered my will, mustered my bravery, and peppered my spicy imaginings with multicolored sprinklets of blessed sweet holy water. Fear not, my love. Salvation is at hand! I now met eye to eye with the unblinking gaze of the sleek brass doorknob, its curved lines glistening, beckoning. With the deliberation of a glacier, I twisted, tenaciously torquing with tantalizing temerity. A crack of blackness. A blast of warm sweet-scented sex slunk like a stiletto zephyr, stinging my nostrils. Formerly door-muffled rustling of sheets stirred as the perpetrators of passion persisted unrelentingly. As my eyes adjusted in phases to the twilight gloom within the room, I could make out the contorted bodies of two young girls arrayed atop the rightmost of the two twin beds. The undulations of Katya's curvacious crescent moon arched over the place of pillows, her slender torso splayed out facing pressed against the wall, a hand apiece on the knobs atop the outer bedposts of the headboard. On the pillows beneath lay the head of her little sister, tongue licking upwards with the fiery whips of electric doom. Shades of crepuscular grey revealed too, the form of Nicole, the little one, lying face up beside the line of stuffed animals on the bed, knees to the ceiling, legs spread wide apart to present, directly facing me, the delicious lower lips with which I had become acquainted earlier. Oh, how those silent lips sweetly called out to the animalistic drive in my loins, and I found myself magnetized like a compass needle to the point of previous pleasure. Young Nicole saw me and winked, beckoning me closer for the rescue. But when I arrived, the little betrayer yanked down my shorts to reveal the treasonous fortification that had been straining against the elastic, now straightening into a needle tip yearning to ply its sharpness into some soft and moist receiving dock. "Kat, look! Did I win or what?" Katya looked around and recoiled at first in shock, then collapsing into a fit of giggles, lying next to her sister on the bed. "I guess you won." "Won what?" I demanded to know, meanwhile fascinated by anatomical details I had never witnessed before, on the pale side of Katya's sweet swimsuit line. The bare smooth vein of rubies and roses below her belly-button, so wonderfully a vacancy in front of me. Katya began, but her words dissolved into a torrent of giggles. "She wanted me to, you know. I can't. You tell him!" "Why? It was your idea!" retorted Nicole. "You're the one who wanted me to lick your tart little pussy." said Katya. "And you're the one who made it impossible by making up a rule about that you had to have a man inside of you first, so you wouldn't be a total lezzie. Well here he is, now you gotta pay up." "I feel like I should say something here. . ." I began. "Don't!" "Just keep your mouth shut while we work this out." I have learned that its best to always do what ladies tell me to. "But I don't want him in my pussy," continued Katya, "Because then I wouldn't be a virgin any more." "He could go into your butt." Katya smiled. "That could be kinda fun." "Can I at least have a taste of it?" I asked, hypnotized by the ruffled curls of her beautiful vagina. A devilish smile spread across Katya's face. She spread her legs open towards me. I clambored up onto the bed, and soon my face was immersed in the sticky warmth of her soft flower, tasting her juices mixed with her sister's saliva. I felt the sharpness of my needle surrounded by refreshing softness, and looked down to see Nicole kissing and sucking on my ever-hardening dagger. I could have come right there, but held back a while to enjoy being stretched and plucked like a taut string across the merciless bow of the sister harmonies. After a while, Nicole disengaged with a smack, and grinned. "Ok now, sis. Pay up!" Katya wound up the last of her plaintive cries and sighed. "First I want him inside of me." She got on her hands and knees, butt pointing upwards. This operation took some delicate manipulation. First, some time between Katya's lips, making love to her firm and smooth childish face helped firm my resolve. Then a bottle of lotion nearby turned out to be handy, and together Nicole and I took turns anointing the curved contours of Katya's buttcrack, until it was ready for action. I slid the point up and down until it found its mark and settled in. Then we began to gradually push together, until I worked my way partially inside. "Doesn't hurt?" I worried. "No, feels great!" "She likes to play with sticking stuff up there," explained Nicole. I shoved harder into her forbidden nasty region, until I was in up nearly to the hilt. "Ok, Nikki. Now come here," said Katya. I watched the two sisters kiss with sensuously loving delicacy and affection. There was Katya, with me in her butt and her warm mouth on her sister's lips. The sensation surrounding my sexual organ was intense. I had to keep driving forward to remain indoors, while I watched the girl I was inside lower her beautiful face to lap my semen from the hole of her wonderful little sister. Now Nicole sat on the pillows and leaned her back against the headboard, opening her flower to the heavenly tongue that curled forth from her sister's taut, smooth young lips. Nicole threw back her head, opening her mouth to the sky with blissful abandon, as she trembled and moaned at the first touch of her sister's tongue, and each prodding of the pink pearl thereafter. Faint tremors through her tiny body built higher and higher. I nibbled on Nicole's penny-sized areolae, alternating from one to the other, as Katya dribbled and tongued her tiny vagina, and meanwhile I felt my fullness inside the dirty bathroom-hole of the sleek eleven-year old, enjoying the dance of her butt pushing and pulling against my pelvic thrusts. Nicole bent down and found my mouth with hers, as the tremors grew, and finally came one which siezed her whole body with ecstatic electricity, as Katya relentlessly continued her delicate probing the oozing of my essence from the tiny aperture. The electric potential jumped the fence, across the connection of tongues between me and the smaller girl, and with profound loving care I thrust myself deeply in for release inside of her older sister. At its deepest point, I slowed to complete stillness inside of her, frozen for a blissful moment in time, followed by the wonderful letting go of warm drops into the raunchy cavern of my delicious innocent. Waves of electrical spasms swept joyfully through my entire body, up and down my spine, from head to toe, again and again surges of pleasure consummating my infinite love for my two precious beauties, before I collapsed like a pillar of salt crumbling into a granulated heap of inert powder sandwiched on the bed between two cozy warm bodies: one still seeping the sticky gifts of my penetration, the other still a virgin. Energy well-spent for the noble sake of the founding principles. Lying there, it occurred to me that my favorite part of babysitting was being able to spend this sort of quality time with children, and I decided that what I really ought to do for our community was to start a babysitting service. After we all luxuriated in lascivious languor for a few magnificent minutes in the refreshingly cold sweat of sheer exhaustion, I went to the bathroom and Nicole helped me to rinse my tarnished pole with "Ravishing Rose"-scented floral soap. ____________________________________________________________ . . .And God said "Behold, Adam has become like one of us, knowing evil and good." Then he said, "Let us cast him out of Paradise, lest he take from the tree of life, and live forever!" But of what sort is this God? First he envied Adam that he should eat from the tree of knowledge. . . Surely he has shown himself to be a malicious envier. Testimony of Truth, Nag Hammadi Library I was startled mid-chapter from my reading by the noisy clatter of the door latch, followed by jingling keys as their mother Isadora, breathing a sigh of homecoming, stepped in from the porchlit portico. "Hi!" she called out as I rose to meet her. "Were they good?" "They were delightful. Got right to bed when I told them." She was shedding coat and shoes. "I'm so relieved," she replied, opening her purse to extract a couple of twenties. "You know," she confided. Her lipstick was fresh. "Nothing turns me on more than a man who's good with children." "Oh, they're always good for me. . ." I said. "Maybe I'll need to just give you an extra tip." and before I knew it, she had lunged forward, pressing her lips to mine with such alacrity that the tip of her tongue dove within me, as she surrounded me with the sweet softness of her savage embrace. I yielded with tender resignation to the attentions of her tongue and caressing hands. One hand, that is. The other was pulling at a clasp behind her, and swiftly released the milky flesh of the dual hazards whose cleavage beckoned so smartly from between. She knelt down, unceremoniously pulled down my shorts, and without commenting on the faint aroma of "Ravishing Rose," which I hoped she did not recognize, she kissed my sweet ornament with ardor and delight. Soon I found my delicate rod submerged in the soft bosom of her heartbeat, between her delicate white gelatinous mountains, her cooing lips drawing forth my rising fervor and abandon until the fire once more spilled over, and I released my gift over her. I gazed into her soulful long-lashed deep dark eyes as my phlegmatic drops spattered her smooth clean upturned face and hair. Chapter 4 _______________________________________________________ For more stories, please visit our site: /~vivian