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Love-5
by Vivian Darkbloom
WARNING! If you are younger than 18, you should be aware that
this story contains graphic detailed descriptions of such
disturbing activities as flossing regularly, willing enjoyment of
classical music, and completing ones homework on time. There is
also some math involved.
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activity, such as watching a Britney Spears or Shirley Temple
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Love-5
by Vivian Darkbloom
Pling! Pling! Pling! The tennis racquet sounded like an alien
harp as I bounced the ball in the center sweet-spot. Perfect
spring day, perfect blue sky for bicycle-riding under, clear with
warm breezes filled with gently sweet-scented flower and earth
aroma; perfect weather for shorts, bicycle-riding to the local
park, to practice serves and backhands against the cement
backboard. The endorphins rushed and the sun felt good on my
calves as I swung and smashed the perfect serve, bounced on the
wall, the ball searing towards me through the balmy springtime
air, swung again with backhand this time, but not so perfect, in
fact, sent the ball spinning back against the wall behind me.
Glancing back, ah yes, the wall. The ancient ivy-covered
perimeter surrounding the Moriarty estate. Little would have
reached my senses regarding this family, had they not raised such
a fuss over the park being built so close to their property. As
it turned out, the land was a commons, the public wanted the
park, and that was where to build it. So in went the park, and
disappeared Moriarty the elder from the public eye with an
exasperated "Humph!"
Other information surfaced, that their money had come from
longstanding interest with the luxury cruise-line trade, and that
strange rumors often circulated about what went on within the
walls of the estate while the responsible guardians were out
surveying their floating castles bobbing about in the Caribbean
and the Mediterranean.
Another fluorescent green tennis ball, pling! Pling! Pling!
Smash! This time not so perfect a serve, and as I frantically
angled my racquet to compensate, the ball glanced in a wildly
spinning arc behind me. I heard giggling from behind the wall.
Walking over to retrieve the missing, I could only find the one.
As I stood puzzling over what to do (the wall was too high and
short on toeholds to climb, for me at least), I heard a voice.
"Hey mister!" off to my right. I walked in that direction, around
a corner, under the shade of a large oak tree, to see something I
hadn't noticed earlier: an ancient, weathered, moss-encrusted
door. The viewing slot had been pushed open and through it I saw
a line of shining faces, grinning at me through the rusted
grillwork.
"You want your ball back?" asked a blonde girl, her hair tied
back with bangs curling over the forehead. They all looked to be
about eleven years old. She tossed my ball and caught it
repeatedly, then missed catching it and it flew out of my sight,
causing the grins to flare up into a ripple of giggles as the
blonde face disappeared then reappeared again blushing.
Intrigued, I was in no hurry to end the transaction. "So," I
finally was able to say, "would you like to toss it back over the
wall?"
She shrugged. "Could. Or I could just open the gate. What's the
magic password?"
I rolled my eyes. More giggles. Opening the gate didn't look too
plausible, as the hinges were crusted over with corrosion and
rot. Faintly, I could have sworn I heard the whispered password
suggestions: "vagina!" "orgasm!" but it must have been my
imagination.
"You guys," an Asian girl with long black hair gave a look of
disapproval. "How about, Pascal's triangle?" She looked pleased
with herself.
"What about it?" I asked.
"I know!" shouted the brunette. "recite the 5th row of Pascal"s
triangle, and we'll give your ball back.
"No, that's too hard," said the blonde.
I was thinking. "Let's see... 1, 1 1, then 1 2 1, then 1 3 3 1,
then 1 4 6 4 1. That's the 5th row. So can I have my ball back?
"Hey, you're pretty smart!" remarked a girl with curly long
reddish hair. "Can you come help us with our homework?"
A face I had not seen before appeared to check me out, an
olive-skinned girl of the same skinny, gangling build as the
rest, with mysterious dark eyes and golden-blonde hair.
"OK, fair is fair," said the light-skinned blonde, and I heard a
series of electronic beeps followed by a pneumatic "click," and
the door swung easily inwards. My ball bounced in tiny dribbles
towards me.
I knelt down to snatch it, then glanced up at the blonde girl who
stood over me. I didn't intend to allow my eyes to linger near
her crotch, but it looked as though she was not wearing any
panties under her pastel yellow shorts. A tiny spot of moisture
had appeared right in the center of them. Her soft, young lips
were parted gently as she sighed, and a wispy strand of hair that
had escaped the ponytail drifted across her cheek.
I cleared my throat. "Thanks," I said, standing. The soldier
inside my own white tennis shorts was coming to attention, a fact
which she was apparently trying to ignore, but kept stealing
glances towards.
"My name is Amy Moriarty," she said, reaching out her hand with
fragile authority.
I accepted, raising it to my lips to place a gentle kiss on her
soft, white knuckles. "Pleased to meet you," I said.
"Can you come help us with our homework? Please?" pleaded the
brunette girl, stepping out from behind her.
Suddenly there was a chorus of girls around me, pleading for me
to help them with their homework. The vexing aroma of young
female combined with the spring flower scent, unfairly (I am
afraid) swaying my response in the direction of the affirmative.
"Well, maybe. For a little while," I concluded reluctantly.
This resulted in a burst of cheers, and I gathered my things into
the rear bicycle basket, and followed them through the gate into
the mysterious garden beyond.
____________________________________________________________
As we strolled through the beautiful grounds, further details
were inked over the sketch of the story ... As I had guiltily
hoped, the parents were on an excursion, overseeing a yacht
somewhere in Greece, during which time Amy, the blonde heiress
had invited the other four girls over for a sleep-over, under the
not-so-close observation of her nanny, Christine.
"Christine's always spending time with Fanny," explained Amy,
Fanny being the lesbian lover, and so long as both kept quiet and
Amy didn't get caught in too much mischief, both Amy and her
nanny gave good reports on each other, to great mutual benefit on
both sides.
The Japanese girl was named Sue, and stereotypically of her
culture displayed the reserve and methodical tidiness, legible
handwriting, and so on. It turned out that she had quite a head
for math, and got straight As in all her classes. She liked to
draw wide-eyed Anime girls in the margins of her homework.
Britney was the vivacious brunette, studying to be an actress.
She was the lead in all the school plays, and loved being the
center of attention, by telling a joke or story.
Melissa was the quietest, the mysterious beauty with dark eyes,
olive-skin, and golden-blond hair with natural glittering
highlights that were entrancing to watch. It turned out she loved
horses, and was also quite a capable artist, rendering landscapes
and medieval figures in pastels and watercolor.
Aurora was a pale beauty with long, bodacious reddish curls
cascading in a lively waterfall down her back. Her pale skin was
spattered with freckles like tiny leopard spots belying a wild
inner nature.
All the girls were about eleven, and in spite of their absence of
breasts or other secondary feminine traits, I found myself as I
walked my bicycle down the path trying to decide which of them I
would most prefer to have sex with. They all chattered away, and
Sue (the Japanese) and Aurora (the redhead) held hands as we
slowly strolled the enormous grounds of the estate, occasionally
kissing one another on the cheek. The landscaping around us,
though recently maintained, was dense and gnarled with age, and
every now and then we would come upon a stand of exotic,
sweet-smelling beautifully colored flowers. The girls would then
stand around for a minute, closing eyes to sigh in the fragrance,
to awe breathlessly at the natural beauty.
We came upon a clearing, a manicured lawn, the swimming pool with
hot tub under a vine-infested trellis nearby, drooping wisteria
all around.
"You can put your bike here," Amy led me to a large shed with
ample space for my bike. She smiled graciously.
Soon we found ourselves drinking tea at a glass table overlooking
the garden, in a cozy little valley belonging entirely to the
estate. Complete privacy.
"An apple for the teacher," Britney, the brunette handed me and
apple, which I immediately bit into. The tennis workout had made
me a bit hungry. Britney wore a white halter-top with red trim,
and a matching red skirt with white polka-dots. The color
combination with her dark hair, pale skin, and red lipstick was
striking.
"Now," said Sue, "The extra-credit question. See we had to draw
out Pascal's triangle, which is pretty simple."
"Could you explain it again, please?" Britney asked the Japanese
girl. "I don't quite remember it."
"OK!" replied Sue, smiling, pleased to be in her element. Aurora,
the redhead, sat very close next to her, absently gazing with
admiration, her arm lightly draped across Sue's back.
Gentle piano music began drifting out from inside the house, and
Melissa, the olive-skinned mysterious one made her way
self-consciously out the sliding glass door.
"Thanks, babe," said Amy, the blonde, smiling at Melissa. "I love
Schumann. Here," she pulled out her chair slightly, and Melissa
silently accepted the invitation to sit in her lap.
"You start with 1 at the very top, see," said Sue. "Each row has
one more number in it, and each position is the sum of the two
figures above it. So the second row is two 1s, and the third is 1
2 1, because 1 plus one is two, like so:"
1
1 1
1 2 1
"OK," said Britney. "So, below the 2 and 1 is 3, because 1 and 2
is 3."
"Right. And 1 plus 0 is 1, so there is always a 1 on either end."
Sue continued the figure, as redhead Aurora, sitting close,
gently caressed her hair.
1
1 1
1 2 1
1 3 3 1
"And the next row is similar,"
1
1 1
1 2 1
1 3 3 1
1 4 6 4 1
"Right," I said. "So what was the question?"
"Well, the textbook had an extra-credit question about
combinations, but I didn't quite understand."
"Oh, yes," I replied. "The numbers of possible subsets with n
elements."
"What?" demanded Amy, bouncing Melissa on her bare knees. Melissa
looked around at her quietly, with a smile like Mona Lisa.
"Look, it's easier if you use an example. Say I have an apple, an
orange, and a banana. How many possible subsets are there? Look
at the 4th row, 1 3 3 1. The first 1 represents a subset with
none. the next, 3, represents 3 possibilities with 1 item, namely
an apple, an orange, or a banana. The next 3 represents the
possible subsets with two items : the apple and the orange, the
apple and the banana, and the orange and the banana. The last 1
represents the subset that contains all three of them." I took
another bite of my apple.
"Hmm..." replied Britney. "I think I get it. Let's see. For
example, if we had a set with Amy Sue and Melissa. We could have
Amy playing with herself, Sue playing with herself --"
"Hey!" exclaimed Sue.
"You know you do," said Amy. "I've seen you do it." Sue raised
her eyebrows, thoughtful. Aurora blushed next to her, and her
running of her fingers through the thick, black Asian hair was
slightly agitated for a minute.
" -- and then, " continued Britney, " Melissa playing with
herself. Then, Amy and Sue having sex, Sue and Melissa having
sex, Melissa and Amy having sex, then all three of them having
sex together. Now I get it!"
I nearly choked on a bite of apple, but succeeded in maintaining.
"See," said Amy, "you just need to find the right example."
"Right," I said.
"You could write a story about it," said Britney, "and get credit
for both math and creative writing."
"And Biology," said Melissa softly, smiling.
I placed the core of the apple on the saucer, sipping some more
tea and running my tongue over my teeth. "I think I have some
apple-peel stuck in my teeth," I said. "Do you happen to have a
toothpick?"
"I think we're out. But we've got floss," replied Amy. She
squeezed Melissa gently on the arm, and the olive-skinned girl
got up from Amy's lap, as Amy arose, leading me into the house.
In the bathroom, we stood face to face in front of the
surrounding mirrors, as she carefully measured out a length of
floss and snapped it on the blade. She gazed up at, her green
eyes twinkling. "Here, I'll do it for you." She motioned me sit
on a chair nearby. I sat down, and then she caused my head to
swim by spreading her legs to sit on my lap facing me.
Face to face we sat, her gently bouncing as she carefully pulling
the thread between each pair of teeth. "You know, you should
floss regularly," she said, as I felt the warm soft flesh of her
pubic arch pressing against the rising bulk within my shorts,
gently rhythmically caressing me with her slightly trembling
pelvic motion as her hands worked in my mouth.
"Ah," she said, letting the floss fall to the floor, placing her
two hands on either side of my face. Her face, a fraction of an
inch from mine, was flush with affection, and I could feel the
gentle warmth of her breath against my skin. From this vantage
point, I was now certain that she was not wearing any panties
underneath her shorts.
Suddenly her lips were wet and soft against mine, and her tongue
plunged into exploring my mouth. I pulled her closer, running my
hands across her back, across her smooth chest, gently grasping
her thin shoulders. The moans and sharp breathing of vicious
passion continued for a minute, and then gently trailed off into
a series of gentle, loving kisses, until her lips floated away
like little butterflies into the air. She shifted her weight on
top of me, the now bulging muscle she rested her crease on,
leaning forward to lie across my chest and whisper in my ear, "I
want you inside of me. We all do."
"Oh," I said.
She stood mischeviously, a devilish grin on her face, and held
her hand out to me.
As I glanced back, I could see the silhouette against the wall of
a girl pulling her hand out of her pants, heard the quiet
tell-tale snap of waistband elastic, followed by hushed whispers
and footsteps away. As Amy led me slowly back out to the group, I
wondered who had been watching us.
Back at the table, Sue was puzzling over her homework. Aurora the
redhead had somehow lost her shirt, and I could see that the
sparse freckles extended across her thin, smooth chest, which was
also decorated with twin tiny precursors of nipples that I found
myself unwittingly fascinated with. They appeared wet, as though
someone had been licking them.
"So," asked Sue mathematically, "Say you wanted to have sex with
the five of us in all possible combinations, then that would be
the sixth row?"
1 5 10 10 5 1
"Um, yes," I replied. "That would be correct."
"So how many times would you have to have sex with us to do all
the combinations?" she persisted.
I laughed. "Well there's another fascinating property of Pascal's
triangle," I said.
"Fascinating," echoed Amy, rolling her eyes and sitting on my
lap.
"If you add up each row, you get the successive powers of two."
1 = 1 = 2^0
1+1 = 2 = 2^1
1+2+1 = 4 = 2^2
1+3+3+1 = 8 = 2^3
1+4+6+4+1 = 16 = 2^4
"Oh!" exclaimed Sue. "So the sum of the fifth row would be two to
the fifth, or 32. Cool!"
Melissa, the quiet olive-golden one, raised her eyebrows. She too
had somehow lost her shirt, I noticed, as I gazed at her two
dark, sensuous nipplets. She sat calmly, sketching in pencil a
startlingly realistic picture of two horses running through a
field.
"Whoa. That's a lot of orgasms," said Britney.
"Better get started then," said Amy, and she started bouncing
gently on my lap.
"Which totally sense if you think about the combinations as
sequentially counting in base two, with each combination of 1s
and 0s representing the various possibilities. Not to mention
that Pascal's triangle also gives the coefficients of a binomial
raised to the successive powers..."
Amy turned around and forcefully kissed me, which sadly prevented
my further discussion of fascinating properties.
The other girls appeared slightly astonished by her affection,
but not too. Aurora kissed Sue passionately on the lips, and the
Sue responded with feeling.
I now have disappointing news for those readers who have been
following the narrative in pursuit of mathematical edification,
as I fear the quality of the theoretical discussion declined
significantly from this point onward. I wish I could report
differently, but then I should not be a faithful recorder of
these events which took place in my imagination.
"Time to play roulette!" exclaimed Amy.
"Oh, there's another excellent example of the principles of
probability..." I said before Amy clamped her hand over my mouth.
"Everyone remember the rules?" asked Amy.
"Let's see," said Britney. "We go around in a circle, each taking
turns having sex with him until he pops. The one he creams in, or
on, goes out of the circle for the next round, until only one
person is left, who is the winner. Then we all have to do
whatever she asks us to do while he creams inside of her. "
"Which orifice?"
"Her choice."
"Does someone have the timer?"
It was produced, and set in the middle of the table, a small
hourglass-style 3-minute egg timer, set in a pink plastic frame.
"Hey, and you can still help out, even if you're out of the
circle. OK?"
"So let's start with kissing," said Amy. She turned to me. "You
have to go around the circle, kissing each one of us in turn
until the timer runs out."
"Let's sit on the grass."
As I watched, they spread out a bright blue blanket on the lawn
nearby, and Amy led me over, sitting me down in the middle as the
girls sat in a circle around me. Scanning from left to right,
blonde Amy, brunette Britney, Asian Sue, red-headed Aurora, and
olive-gold-blonde Melissa; then back to Amy....
I sat facing Amy, quietly mesmerized by the translucence of her
soft, pale skin in the afternoon sun, the moist, full readiness
of her tiny lips, her thin, small form as she half-knelt, pelvis
twitching in front of me.
"Are you sure we should be doing this?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes. "Just kiss me, you imbecile," she replied,
reaching out to pull me to her by the handle inside my shorts. My
mouth was full of her tongue, and neither did she let go with her
hand. She sighed with pleasure, and as Melissa's hand slipped
inside her shorts and began rhythmically caressing, the caresses
echoed in Amy's hand on me, as the three of us loved each other.
Time stood still, for an eternity of pure pleasure.
"Next!" shouted Sue, flipping the hourglass.
Amy smiled, looking over at brunette Britney to my right. Britney
returned the smile, times three. Her hand joined Amy's on my now
bulging organ, and our faces inches apart, she reached out her
thin, soft hand and gently caressed my hair. As our mouths joined
in sweetness, she pressed herself against me, wrapping her arms
around me in aggressively passionate embrace. My hands explored
every curve of her body, her smooth chest, her slender waist, her
thin thighs. The two hands, hers and Amy's took turns exploring
the regions of my crotch.
"Next!" shouted Sue, flipping the hourglass. She grinned. "Which
would be me!"
"You know," said Amy to Britney, looking at their hands together
on my shorts, "I think it must be a bit crowded in there."
"Oh, it's OK," I said, but the girls had already carefully peeled
my shorts down my legs, and the stiffness of my iron shaft stood
erect, naked in front of them. All of the girls inhaled, as if of
one mind.
Britney crossed herself. The other girls looked at her curiously.
"Catholic school," she explained. "We learn about all sorts of
cool things like the seven deadly sins..."
"Which sins?"
She sat up, tossing her head, reciting: "Well. That would be
pride, envy, gluttony, lust, anger, greed, and sloth."
A low whistle.
"And," she continued, "I plan to commit them all before I turn
12."
"Ahem," said Sue. "My turn... and you better reset the
hourglass."
"It's OK ... we hadn't turned it over yet."
Sue faced me towards her, I loved the classic slant of her Asian
eyes, the twinkling dragon-like gaze of those dark eyes. She
kissed me, and I found myself caressing her silky, long black
beautiful hair. "Here," she moaned, and redirected my hand inside
her shorts, where my fingers discovered soft smooth folds, and
probing further yielded pliant juicy moistness. "Unh," she said,
her tongue and lips on mine as I thrust my finger inside her.
Amy and Britney lightly caressed my naked, ready organ, with
their hands. Both wore the soft, glowing expressions of intimate
gentleness. As Amy touched the drop of liquid on the tip, she
raised her eyebrows.
"Time! My turn," said red-headed Aurora, and I turned once again
to face her gleaming aura of red curly hair, sensuously lit by
the sunlight. She wasted little time, lips reaching calmly over
to mine, connecting, caressing in sweetness. I tasted chocolaty
mint on her teeth, and given that my finger was still in Sue's
wet vagina, it only seemed right that she should lean over and
begin placing gentle, wet kisses all over Aurora's cheek.
I felt moistness on the glans, and glanced down to see Britney's
tongue on my tip. She smiled devilishly and raised her eyebrows,
devouring the entire tip. The penetration into her lips sent
electric thrills of pleasure down my spine, echoing in my pelvic
thrusts.
Then it was time for Melissa, who I decided was my favorite. I
released my hand from inside Sue's shorts, so that I could place
one hand on either of Melissa's cheeks, gazing gently into her
eyes. She seemed like the only girl in the world to me, quite an
accomplishment given that my left hand reeked of Sue's vaginal
fluids as and that Britney was growing more and more daring in
her tongue-exploration, caressing my testicles gently with her
fingernails.
I gazed at Melissa, and she silently squealed back, smiling in
her shyness. Her eyes gleamed Mona-Lisa-like, with the high
spirit of wild horses, I slowly reached over and held the
preciousness of her lips with mine, slowly stroking, probing into
her mouth with the tip of my tongue. "Oh Melissa," I moaned. "I
love you!"
As I felt the passion surge for Melissa, with her beautiful, thin
bare, breastless chest, kneeling legs spread before me, a finger
caressed down the crack of my buns, and I exploded into Britney's
mouth.
Well, the first jet went onto her nose, across her cheek, with a
little winding up in her dark hair, before she thrust me into her
mouth and lovingly, hungrily suckled the successive squirts as I
pushed deeper into her.
"Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh - Uh... ahh," I said Amy was right there,
licking up the giant drop from Britney's face, and when she was
done the two of them kissed. Sue and Aurora were kissing and
feeling each other, and I drew Melissa to me. She returned my
kisses passionately as I smeared my juice and Britney's saliva on
the outside of her shorts with my gently fading impulsive
residual thrusts.
We all lay for awhile in the pleasant glow of good company.
____________________________________________________________
I fear I must once again apologize to the poor reader, for I fear
the quality of the mathematical discussion has thus far has
suffered from interference by other elements of the narrative.
Perhaps the situation will be rectified below; not in the sense
of employing one's rectum as an erogenous zone, so much as to
"make right," as it were, more rectangular, which I would assume
to be less trapezoidal. Though it was never clear if one were to
trap one, what use is a zoid?
"Love," Melissa teased me as we lay together lazily caressing.
"Isn't that a score in tennis, derived from the French word
L'oeuf, meaning goose-egg, zero, zip, zilch?"
"How can you say that?" I replied.
"Well," she propped herself on an elbow. "Maybe it has to do with
the fact you were having an orgasm in another girl's face while
you were saying it to me."
"You girls," I said. "So fussy about body language."
She smiled at me. "That's OK. I like having orgasms between two
girls too. Or three. Or four."
"Well," I said, as I leaned over and gently kissed her on the
cheek. She turned her head to kiss me forcefully on the lips,
reaching out and pressing her hand against the back of my head.
"Well," she said slyly. "I'll let it slide this time, But you
need to do penance."
"How?" I asked.
"Well. First," she produced a hairbrush. "You got my hair all
messy, so you need to fix it."
"Fair enough," I said.
She sat in my lap, which was comfortable enough. She was wearing
nothing but her white panties, whereas I had lost everything but
my shirt. I set to work gently pulling the brush through the
strands of her tangled mane. I breathed in the feminine smell of
her beautiful locks with great pleasure. Periodically, a gentle
tug with the brush would cause her to shiver briefly. "Tingles,"
she would whisper.
This went on for some time, and when the tangles were pretty much
resolved by the brush I lay it down and began simply running my
fingers through her soft, sensuous curls. Finally, she wrapped a
hand each around my two index fingers, her tiny fingers curled
delicately around mine, and she drew my hands down, setting them
in her lap.
"Now you have to give me a massage," she said, "full-body."
"Well," I said.
"Here," she produced a bottle of massage oil, and handed it to
me, flopping face down on the blanket.
I opened the bottle and squirted some into the palm of my hand.
It was sweetly and subtly scented of jasmine. I rubbed my hands
together, then sat next to her delicate, soft, smooth body lying
limp, and trusting beside me. Gently I spread the sweet oil on
her back. She sighed as I loved her with my caressing strokes up
and down her back, down her thin arms to each tiny hand, feeling
each little finger soft and pliant in mine. I played with her
tight little buttocks through the panties, the tips of my fingers
flirting with the various apertures, eliciting a quiet moan; down
her legs to her feet. Then I returned to her back, sitting on her
butt for easier access. My bare penis lay pressed against the
flimsy cotton fabric that covered the crack her buns, and as I
massaged her tiny back and shoulders lovingly, I felt myself
growing comfortably.
The other girls were exploring each other's bodies, in their
respective pairs, Amy with Britney and Aurora with Sue, though
occasionally one would reach over to the other couple to
caress...
"Other side?" I asked Melissa.
"'K," she muttered, lazily sitting up, and turning over, now
lying face up before me, eyes closed in anticipation. I began
with her feet, working my way up her thighs, and as she relaxed
into it I sat gently on her pelvis, penis pressed against her
vaginal crevice through the flimsy fabric. I stroked my hands up
and down her smooth chest, across her dime-sized nipples, which I
then found myself tasting with the tip of my tongue.
"This is fun!" I commented.
She opened her eyes slightly. "Yeah," she replied. "I think you
got your willie in a woody."
"A woody in my willie?" She was right -- we both looked down at
the horn standing out from my body, pressed against her pantied
crotch.
"A willy woody. Really? Goody," she replied, deftly slipping the
panties down and off her leg. I was kneeling in between her legs
as she performed this maneuver, while she laid back, widening her
knees and pushing up her pelvis in anticipation, I studied her
virgin 11-year-old sexual organs, fascinated by the smooth soft
creases culminating in the miniature magical valley of soft
lubrication and sensitive tissues, the waiting aperture, ready to
grasp and mouth my stiffening unicorn.
I lay back down on top of her, my shaft falling naturally into
her valley. She smiled at me, batting her eyelashes, reaching
down and guiding the tip into the soft spot in the middle. I
pushed, and it gave, surrounding my sensitized head with a tiny,
warm embrace.
"Uh," she said, marveling at the sensations of this first
penetration. I felt the sparks swirl love between us as I
increased the pressure, and felt a little pop, "Ah," she said.
We settled into a rhythmic dance, my enormous organ like a butter
churn inside her tiny body, until her eyes turned glazed, and
after a few moments she lost control, clutching my forearms
repeatedly with her tiny hands. I felt the delicate spasms around
my shaft. "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ahhh... Wow." she said, softening beneath
me. "That was amazing."
The ache of my desire was mounting, the pressure of the horn
almost frightening.
Melissa drew away from me, and I found myself having popped out,
flailing in midair. She got up on her knees and grabbed me,
forcing me to follow her towards where Amy lay on top of Britney,
in sixty-nine position, Amy's butt sticking up, revealing various
points of entry, as her face lay buried amid loud slurping sounds
in Britney's crotch.
Britney, for her part, was lying face up beneath (and facing)
Amy's cute little pussy, with her head thrown back, eyes closed,
noisily registering every thrust of Amy's tongue.
Melissa led my stiffened penis, liberally covered with her
juices, including a little blood, over to the beautiful childlike
buttocks gyrating over Britney's face and brunette hair. Britney
opened her eyes enough to notice it, and gently reached up,
brushing my testicles.
The two hands, Britney's and Melissa's, ably guided the tip of me
into the opening of Amy's vagina. For the first time, Amy noticed
what was happening, and responded by widening her legs and
pushing back to embrace me inside of her. Melissa pushed on my
butt, and between the two girls I found my aching organ once
again submerged in the blissful warmth of moist, lubricated
ecstasy. The electricity between us shimmered through our bodies
as I began gently thrusting, as our pelvises fell into a rhythmic
dance of suspense and plunging.
As I mushed around Melissa's vaginal juices inside of Amy,
Melissa came around in front of me, and straddled the two girls,
standing with her cute little crotch right in my face. She placed
her hands on either side of my head to keep her balance. I licked
her tiny navel. I felt Britney's hands brushing gently on my
balls as I plunged inside of Amy, then drew out again to expose
the moist shaft to sunlight.
The rhythm of our fucking continued as I delicately traced a line
with my tongue, down from Melissa's cute little belly button,
down, down, slowly down, and when I had nearly reached the top of
her magical valley, she arced her pelvis upward in anticipation.
The tip of my tongue found the soft reddish pearl buried like a
treasure in the sweet slime, and I chased it back and forth in
rhythm as I plied my stiff rod in Amy's increasingly churning
waters.
I listened, mesmerized, to the counterpoint of the three girls
moaning in turn.
Melissa had her second orgasm, this time with my tongue gently
teasing her clitoris. Once again I sensed the tiny spasms as her
grip tightened on either side of my head, and she pressed my face
against her. "Oh -- Oh -- Oh -- Oh! Wow," she said. A few drops
of warm fluid dripped out onto Amy's back.
Amy must have sensed the release, because I then felt the
twitching of her muscles squeezing me. "Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!
Uuuuh..."
Next I knew, I felt Britney's fingers caressing the base of my
shaft, and it was all over for me.
"Oh, Melissa, I love you so much!" I cried helplessly, fiercely
devouring her sweet soft red rose as the insane pressure finally
released itself, and Vesuvius exploded molten love-lava into the
sweet forbidden cavity between Amy's tiny cute buttocks. "Oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh! Oh!" the final thrust pushing my wicked thorn into
her very soul, piercing the insulation to touch the bare
high-voltage wire with sweeping alternating currents of passion
and energy, connecting the orgasms in the deep tissues of the
bottom of the ocean, finally releasing the flood-waters from
subterranean caverns into the waiting sands and seas below.
As my head groggily fogged over, tongue deep in the delectable
red creases of Melissa, I felt Britney gently squeeze my balls
involuntary spasms of bliss coursed through her body. "Eh - Eh -
Eh - Eh - Eh!"
Soon, we were laying beside each other, in a comfortable
spaghetti of softly embracing limbs and bodies. Melissa's face
was in front of me, and we gazed into each other's eyes.
"You know what I said about Love being a goose-egg," she said.
"Well, how am I supposed to believe you telling me you love me,
if you only tell me you love me while you're having an orgasm
inside another girl?"
I had to laugh. "You're so fussy about body language!" I
retorted.
Asian Sue and redhead Aurora were moaning away in their own 69
next to us, and shortly they both climaxed in passionate yells,
which then subsided to leave the afternoon silence to the panting
breaths and birdcalls.
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A voice crackled on an intercom speaker, which I had not noticed
until now. ... "Amy, you want to invite your friends to come down
and eat?"
Amy winked at us. She pressed the button. "Be right there,
Parvati." Then she reassured us : "Don't worry - she can't hear
us unless I press the button."
So the mansion was equipped with an older Indian woman who did
the cooking for them all. We dressed and filed into the house,
through the labyrinthine passages to the dining room, where the
table was spread with delicacies.
The cook-lady raised her eyebrows at me. "You have a new friend,
mistress?"
"Yeah, he's teaching us about math."
"Yeah, We're learning all about Pascal's triangle."
As the wonderfully diverse food-aromas filled the air, we ate
with the usual sort of conversation. First, Britney said grace,
"I go to Catholic School," she explained... We all took hands in
the circle. "Dear Lord, bless this table, and the food on it.
Holy Mary, mother of God, Grant us thy protection and peace.
Amen."
"Amen"
Then there was the usual sort of dinner-time conversation.
"So if Mary was mother of God, then who was God's father?
"God."
"Wouldn't that be incest?"
"Could you pass the rice? Thanks."
"And I hear he was a lot older than her, too."
"So God is a pedophile. That would explain some things."
"Before Freud, even."
"What's Freud?"
"He was this old guy with a cigar who said boys want to kill
their father so they can have sex with their mom."
"What about girls?"
"Oh, we just wait to have sex with Mom until Dad's at work."
"Do you think Bill smoked the cigar after he stuck it in Monica's
vagina?"
"Wouldn't have been hard to light?"
"Silly. You have to let it dry out first. Then he'd light up and
everyone would be saying `where'd you get that sweet thang?'"
"Could I have the broccoli, please? Thanks."
And so on.
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