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 Tangle of Limbs by Vivian Darkbloom "So, you know tinker toys?" asked Isadora. "Of course, mom," replied Katya with annoyed impatience. Seeing the two of them, voluptuous mother and gangling daughter, so close together brought into sharp relief the contrast between the rich, full, pleasant curves of the one, and likewise the equally pleasant simplicity and straight lines of the other. Their opposite qualities brought out the best features of the each, the way a painter contrasts deepness of shadow with gilded highlights, or like a hot and sour soup. "Well, sex is basically like tinker toys. You have pegs, and you have holes, and the peg goes into the hole, like a finger through a ring. Simple." "So a guy has a peg, and a girl has a hole, and the guy puts the peg into the hole," said Katya. Isadora smiled knowingly. "Yes, but that's where it gets interesting. See, for example, a mouth can be like a hole. But it can also be like a peg, and match up with a hole, like this. . ." And she bent over and flicked her tongue into her daughter's forbidden crevice. Katya gasped with pleasure. While Isadora continued to delight her daughter with her tongue, Nicole, who had been teething playfully on the head of the snake through the fabric, now pulled at the elastic around my waist. At this point, the swollen force between my legs was a crimson, raging impulse surging to be set free. I could resist no longer the teasing and tickling of these merciless females, and surrendered as the youngest pulled down my drawers, liberating them from my ankles and feet, and proceeded to take me directly into the slippery moistness of her tiny little mouth. Isadora was probing Katya's vagina with a finger as she slurped and slopped with her tongue. "Careful, mom! I'm still a virgin, you know." Isadora gazed up at her, sadly. "Still?! At your age? How old are you now, dear?" "Eleven." "Where did I go wrong?" sighed Isadora. "I think I'm the only girl in my class who hasn't popped it. You'd think I was a lesbian or something." "Well, dear. That's what I'm here for. To provide you wisdom and guidance. Now, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian." "I know, but. . ." "But it's high time you got to feel what a climax can feel like when you're riding the swollen fullness of male libidinal impulse." "Huh?" "Whilst replete with the plenitude of masculine carnality, undulating with internally throbbing male virility in freewheeling abandon, a robust fest of unfettered saturnalia. . ." "Mom, could you possibly use some shorter words, like, that an eleven year old girl might understand?" Mind you, I could only barely make out this sophisticated improbable conversation through the rushing in my ears, and the sighs and other sounds of approbation I heard issuing from my own mouth in response to the skillfully operating tiny tongue and fingers. "Sorry, dear!" apologized her mother. "I think what would work best is a demonstration. A good mother should provide effective guidance in such things to her lovely young daughters!" Glancing over at Nicole, who did not seem to require much in the way of guidance. "Now first, let me demonstrate, and then you can follow in my footsteps, so to speak. Here, can you unhook my bra?" And the gorgeous beauty of her two pale wondrous knolls sprung forth, twin sprights playful with the plush athletic virtues of tantalizing delight. She shed her panties, revealing the gnarled curls surrounding the dripping temptation within, and I felt a surge of thickening within the tiny mouth that nibbled so cherishingly below me. Isadora hopped up backwards on the bed, and spread her legs towards me with a long, meaningful wink. Nicole looked up, and I popped from her mouth with a sucking slurping noise. Smiling, Nicole led me over to the bed. Katya climbed up to where she knelt at her mother's head, curiously observing the procedure. "That's it, baby. Put him there inside of me, that's it." Nicole's tiny fingers guided my larger finger accurately to the waiting arms of the wedding ring of flesh that took hold of it, the elastic circle of slippery carmine carnality that bristled with the tension of anticipation. Isadora let out a tiny yelp of delight as I broke through, rhythmically working myself deeper and deeper in lengthening strokes, each one eliciting a call of approval "Yes, yes, yes, that's it, deeper, oh yes!" I smelled the rich, warm aroma that her breasts had worked up inside the bra, as they lolled joyously free in the open air. I ran my tongue down the middle between them, taking one and then the other nipple briefly between my lips. I felt the enjoyment building below me. Nicole watched with rapt attention from beside. I would have kissed Isadora's mouth, but her eyes were shut with the intensity of cries of passion and building climax, that I chose not to interfere. Instead, I leaned over her to where Katya kneeled at her head, and planted a juicy kiss on the flat surface so skin a few millimeters below her belly button. Katya squirmed momentarily at the unexpected affection, then turned her pelvis forward to place her opalescent crimson folds within range of my eager lips. I dove in, plunging my face into her sweet spot, and soon the electricity surged through my body between the feminine duet, the two pegs between which I was stretched, like a lute string. Isadora's eyes opened briefly, and saw that I was enjoying her daughter in this manner, which inspired in her a similar craving. "Oh Katya, let me taste you. Please, I've got to press your cute little clitoris to my lips! Oh, I just love how cute and tiny it is." Katya shrugged her thin shoulders, and turned over, now face down on her knees, so her mother could reach up with her tongue like a flame, licking and biting. She reached up and prodded with her fingers. She was good. Damn, she was good. Soon Katya was moaning with equal diligence, the sweet smooth half-moon of her buns bouncing across from my face, above the lolling breasts, as I pushed and prodded with my hot poker lost inside the tantalizing dark curls between Isadora's legs. The aroma of feminine arousal arose acridly into my nostrils, plucking my string like a Hendrix power chord of sounding from a medieval lute. Nicole climbed up on her mother's gyrating tummy below me, leaning back against her sister's buttocks, and thrust her small innocent face in mine, kissing me delicately and lovingly with the tiny lips which so recently held my venerable athame. I reached out to caress her face and feathery soft hair. "Oh, Nicole. I love you," I said, thrusting my flaming sword deeper. A supernal lust, a divine concupiscence, a sacred horniness burned with white hot intensity within me, from being at the central focal point of such a holy trinity. Between my legs I felt the wild gushing convulsions as Isadora's juicy orgasm filled her chalice. She let out a wild yell of surrender, muffled by rhythm of her daughter's labia pressed against her lips. Nicole's thin body and hands were smooth under my caresses, and she reached out in return, as our tongues and lips described florid rococo curves and delicate looping filigree, while her mother insanely cut loose with another animalistic, gut-wrenching climax, threatening to tear out my lower chakra with her torrent of release. Isadora, the queen of the dance, manifested in the multifarious entities and beings of the planet, demonstrating the limitless possibilities of Love. She pulled away from me. "Get inside of Katya!" she commanded me. I strove to follow her order. But the way was riven with peril, and other adventures and obstacles lay ahead of me on this path. After I had withdrawn my dripping athame from her inner sanctum, the tiny recesses of her youngest daughter loomed before me. With my tongue already in her mouth as it was, I was powerless to resist as a giggling Nicole slid the slippery head of my sexuality into her own foremost chamber. Like this, we cavorted and turned briefly, until she had adequately blessed me and anointed me with the sacred effusion of her sweet sensuality. Once she was thus satiated, I withdrew once more, but even as she crawled out from between me, leaving the child's behind ahead of me, there arose before me the sprightly hillocks of curvacious temptation, with their valley of delight lurking between. It did not further my ultimate quest to observe that the alert Nicole had spotted a bottle of lotion, which she was now smearing zealously across the valley in question. "Put it in here," she directed, coming around behind me so she could reach from behind my back and push together her mother's breasts around me. I pushed and pulled my core of devilish delight into the valley of the angelic heartbeat below, my hands planted on the mattress on either side of Katya, as I felt myself tantalized and taunted by the lurid sensations of taffy-like layers of gelatinous flesh. Finally, rousing my ultimate courage for the final jousting match, I prepared to tilt at the final destination, time took on a reverent hush of motionlessness, slowing to an underwater dance of submerged delicacy, as if all were transpiring deep within the honeyed depths of some thick, viscous fluid. Katya glanced back at me, knowing the moment had come. Nicole held forth a rainbow-colored wreath of peach-soft spring flowers, draping it around the portal which I now sought. The center of the pale prismatic crepe banners of the maypole. "Guide me, mama!" cried Katya softly. "Guide me with your wisdom!" "As you wish, dear daughter," replied Isadora rather implausibly, "I will guide you with my sagacious knowledge, and my wise grasp regarding the nature of all things, that your thirst may be slaked from the bottomless fount of the holy grail of wisdom." Topless and bottomless, I was thinking, but never mind. Isadora reached up from below, taking firm grip on my iron hotrod of manhood, and directed the molten ruby tip with command and precision, through the soft-petalled wreath into the gateway of the warm soft virgin tunnel beyond, dripping with sweet slime. With slow-motion precision, the arc of triumph completed, and there was a moment of contact. As she felt it arrive, Katya's body tensed into a curve of anguished delight and a pinpoint of ecstatic fulfillment. With gentle but sure strokes, we guided the athame through the gateway of flowers into the chalice of purity, and her tension melted into a dance of gratitude as the starlight pinpoint expanded into a wider and ever more gracious galaxy of luminescence, as I found my way deeper and deeper into the caverns of her enlightenment, to the sacred altar of creation. Entranced, the two of us fell into rapt meditation on the ever pulsing rhythm, the inward and outward breathing of our passionately loving tugging and shoving, ebb and flow, rise and fall of the lunar tide. Nicole came around in front of Katya, spread her legs around her mother's head, and commenced in placing gentle kisses on her sister's lips. I could Isadora's tongue still stoking the crimson flames down below, and her finger prodding with encouragement behind me, penetrated my cavern of morbid squalor, trapping me between herself and her daughter's encircling. Completely at their mercy now, I surrendered to the rhythmic cadence, and soon Katya plummeted from the sky of tension and pulsation into an arrhythmic convulsion of release and abandon. Palpating her contractions around my sensitive vulnerability, I felt the seed welling up from within me, the waterfall of generosity giving my precious gift of life into her fountain, and then there it was. Indescribable, beyond all galaxies and universes, shattering reality into mirrored subatomic fragments and cataclysmic supernovae of blissful release and untold ecstasy, the delicate explosion of my loving rain fell like beaded dewdrops into the waiting arbors of her inner garden, sprayed the vines and fronds of her interior jungle, leaving behind a mess of sweet milky starshine, dripping and squirting with gleeful frolic into the forbidden backcountry wellspring. She half-turned her head back towards me with an enormous smile, and with a devilish eyebrow-lift uttered the simple syllable: "Yes!" ____________________________________________________________ As we lay together in a tangled jungle of vine entangled forest limbs, heaving and gasping for breath in the refreshingly cool breeze, the sound of the doorbell ruptured the restful mood. "I'll get it!" called out Nicole, jumping hurriedly up into a white jumper and dashing out the room, bounding down the stairs. Those of us who remained lying there in a daze could hear the door opening, and Nicole's greeting of fond recognition. "Carmella! Vanilla!" she exclaimed welcomingly. "What're you guys up to?" "We're wondering if you might be interested in buying any girl scout cookies this year?" _______________________________________________________ For more stories, please visit our site: /~vivian