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Lydia
by Vivian Darkbloom
Bare legs of the young girls skipping home from school, walking
in their gangly pre-pubescant stride under the hot sun, young
breasts, soft rounded mounds of joy under a thin bubblegum-pink
shirt. In groups and one by one, they walk by in the afternoon,
braids and pigtails.
She was delicate and thin, maybe 10 or 11 years old, details are
fuzzy. How she asked me to come help her with her homework: "My
mom works during the day. Won't be home till late, maybe
midnight."
To be with her alone, sheer delight in her innocent laughter, her
silent smile. Lydia was her name. Thin and pale, delicate blonde
hair, bare legs and sandals, painted tonails. Eye shadow, too, I
think.
Reverie broken: "My friend Kay wants to come along too. She's
having trouble with her math, and I know you can help us." Kay,
brunette with insolent sulking moist red lips, and leftover baby
fat transparent skin her belly, bare under the halter top that
barely concealed the two soft hills scarcely sprouting from her
chest.
Insolent and skipping, Kay and Lydia led me down the garden lane,
under green trees, midst the solitude of nature down the
sunlight-dappled long private drive to her family's isolated
dwelling, two stories in stone and wood, hidden in the middle of
the forest of giant trees.
Now how would I ever get her alone? Maybe wait for the other girl
to leave. Wait and see.
Suspicions arose when they would whisper so I couldn't hear,
shushing each other with a kinky little giggle or two. How to get
her alone?
Inside the front door, carved oak door with the classic inlaid
squares, imitating window panes I guess.
"Could I use the restroom?" I had to ask. Brunette baby-fat Kay
leapt up out of her insolent mood and sweetly took my hand
"I know where it is," she chirps, "Come on," and we ascend
stairs. Plush and carpeted, breathless, leaving Lydia behind, she
shoves me into the cozy fabric-festooned chamber, closing the
door behind us.
"I gotta go too," she explains, breathless, yanking down her
black sweat-pants and plunking down on the seat. A torrent of
liquid issues forth from the shyly peach-fuzzed carmine crease.
She grins up at me sheepishly.
My mental plunge towards getting Lydia by herself had frozen like
a popsicle.
Then Kay is done. "Can you help me wipe off?" she asks, blinking.
My heart skipped backwards a beat. "You sure?" I asked.
"Uh huh," She nods sincerely, longingly.
I take the piece of toilet paper, and reach gently between her
legs, my finger extended. Making contact, I feel the warm golden
droplet, the soft carmine-red skin of her royal chamber.
She moans briefly, softly.
"Now I can help you," she said, still seated, pulling down my
pants and underpants, her face across from my penis. "So I always
wondered how guys did it, you know. How do you aim. Can I try?
I'll hold it while you go."
"I suppose," I said.
She spread her legs, to leave me room to piss into the bowl,
still gripping my dick with one chubby little hand, pointing it
right between her thighs.
It was slow getting the flow going, but she watched in
fascination as it streamed between her legs. momentarily. "You
could water my garden!" she giggled, and the flow touched her
smooth, nearly hairless crotch for just a moment, leaving a
little dripping.
When I had finished, she reached out with a tissue to absorb the
drop at the end. Then she gave the shaft a small, wet,
affectionate kiss.
There was a pounding on the locked door. "What are you two doing
in there?" demanded Lydia from the other side. Kay got up, shirt
gliding over her bare rump, and opened the door partly, so I
could see her slender blonde face through the crack.
"What?" asked Kay.
"Are you two having fun without me?"
"So come on in," Kay let the door swing open. I stood awkwardly,
noodle flailing in the air, half arisen. Lydia stared.
"By the way, have you seen the lotion?" asked Kay casually.
"Next to the toys."
The frozen popsicle of my mental plunge towards getting Lydia by
herself fell into the dismal dust of no return, shutting down all
mental operations into indefinite cessation.
"Oh. Thanks!" Kay dashed out the room. My mind barely registered
that she was on some sort of mission.
Lydia now stood mesmerised, staring at my partial erection. She
reached out, trancelike, and gently stroked me, smiling up to see
my response. Arose further.
"Yes," I said, trying to maintain a positive form of coherence.
Lydia bends down, meticulously circling the tip with her tongue.
Very stiff now. Lydia is down on her knees, with the end of my
member immersed in the soft wetness of her mouth.
Kay has returned, and kneels behind Lydia. Placing two fingers on
her own smooth skin, one each on either side of the aperature
yawning between her legs, then lets them slip teasingly into the
center. She caresses herself with lotion, and moans.
Occasionally, she thrusts forward to brush herself against
Lydia's buns (still clothed in shorts) and reaches around to
stroke Lydia's crotch. Her tiny nipples poke up behind her smooth
blouse.
Lydia, unperturbed, methodically tongues the tip. "Mmm," she
says. "Better than chocolate." She fondles my testicles,
sometimes daringly reaching around to probe the other regions
behind them.
Electric streams of ecstasy encircle my protruding horn, longing
to release into the mouth of innocence.
Kay's moans grow louder, and I hear the faint sound of
contractions between her legs. That's it, more than I can take,
triggers the explosion that fills Lydia's mouth with my sweet
whiteness. She looks up at me and smiles, until Kay leans around
and kisses her hard on the mouth, long, sweet, and hard.
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They had reclad themselves once more in all of their boring
clothing, and we sat down with the dry leaves of the mathematical
text their teacher had assigned.
"I don't get it." complained Kay. Probalibities, numerologies,
what a bunch of crap.
Dutifully, I studied the text. "It's talking about the chances of
a particular combination occurring, which is the number of cases
in which it occurs divided by the total number of cases."
"Right," unconvinced.
"Ok, lets say you are making a sandwich, and you have
peanut-butter and jam. You could use one or the other, or both,
or neither. That's four cases. So the chances you would have a
peanut-butter and jam sandwich would be one out of four."
"Four out of four, if I were making it," chirped Lydia.
The doorbell rang. "I'll get it," Lydia pranced over to the door.
Another girl about her age stood there, thin, but not as thin as
Lydia. Olive-skinned, with long golden-sandy curls of hair that
fell invitingly around her shoulders. "Natasha!" exclaimed Lydia,
as though she had not seen her friend in a hundred years. They
shared a long embrace, and towards the end I thought I saw Lydia
give a little grinding pelvic thrust, as their pubic arches
united.
"Oops, sorry about that," said Lydia.
"It's ok, I know you're a lesbian," said Natasha, "and you and
Kay get together in the afternoon after school."
"You won't tell, will you?"
"Of course not. In fact, it sort of turns me on, even. It's just
that I want a guy inside of me, that's all."
I cleared my throat quietly. "Oh, hi!" said Natasha, noticing me
for the first time.
"So to proceed with combinations," I continued, "let's say you
had a room with a chair and curtains. If the chair had three
different covers, red green and blue, and if you had three sets
of curtains, cyan magenta and yellow, then you would have 9
different possibilities of combining them, like this:
curtains
chair cyan magenta yellow
red x x x
green x x x
blue x x x
Kay perked up. "Oh, I get it. Like, say you had three different
girls, and you could shoot cum into their mouth, vagina, or ass,
then you would have nine different possibilities."
"Um, I guess that's true."
Natasha squirmed. Kay persisted. "Here, I'll even draw it out."
She drew the tic-tac-toe like grid. Then she checked the box for
Lydia's mouth, and giggled.
Kay Lydia Natasha
Mouth x
Vagina
Ass
"Maybe we could change the subject," suggested Natasha.
"Oh come on, you love it," said Kay. She turned to me. "And we're
going to make you fill up this grid before you can leave here!"
Grinning devilishly she slid off her chair. "You guys can be
prudes if you want. I'm going down to the hot tub."
"Ok," said Lydia. "We'll be down there in a little while."
After Kay left, Natasha studied in silence. Looking around: "She
didn't really mean that, did she?" gesturing to the X at
intersection an unthinkable column and row.
Lydia blushed. "And if she did?" She switched her little hips,
twitched her tiny shorts.
"Oh my God, you mean he came in your mouth?"
Lydia nodded, with a proud smile.
"What's it like?" asked Natasha.
Lydia got up and sat close next to me, as Natasha watched, and
reached over with her dainty fingers to gently stroke the
hardening mound between my legs, rolling like a lump of dough
beneath the cloth. Natasha quivered slightly.
I was feeling cramped. "Wait," I protested, and shoved out my
chair, standing up. Without asking, Lydia had pulled down my
pants, releasing the stiff pole of flesh angling forward, the
balls hanging down. They both let out a brief gasp.
Lydia cupped her hand underneath my crotch, and placed her mouth
carefully on the tip of my penis, nudging the opening with her
tongue.
"Like that," she said. "Wanna try?"
Natasha's eyes widened a bit. "Sure. Of course." She slid her
chair over and leaned forward, licking the tip as Lydia ran her
tongue up and down the shaft, her hand comfortably under my
testicles.
"Unh," Natasha said. "I love that sweet taste of those little
drops."
Natasha plunged me into her mouth, breathing noisily, moaning as
she slobbered eagerly, golden curls bobbing as she moved.
"Take off your pants," demanded Lydia. Busy, Natasha was
reluctant. Lydia reached over importunately, stroking her thigh
and vulva through the cloth -- Natasha (mouth full of me)
impulsively squeaked. Lydia undid Natasha's pants.
Natasha had to stop, pulling off her pants and shirt but leaving
on her panties. Lydia did the same.
"Hey Tasha, you always say you want a guy inside of you. . ..
here's your chance!"
"Um, I don't know. Maybe I can just watch you squirt on my chest
first or something." Her smooth bare chest bore only the
slightest shapely hint of the breasts that would soon grow there,
the little red nipples of a young girl.
"Over here," Lydia led us over to the couch. Natasha threw
herself down on her back, lengthwise on the couch, tossing her
legs apart, open and welcoming. I stood over her, noticing the
subtle stain of delightful fresh fluid showing through her
panties.
The scent of horny girl was beginning to overpower me. My head
spun wildly. I was beginning to suspect that I was no longer in
control of the situation.
Laying down on top of her, I pushed against her clothed crotch
with my bare penis. She moaned, and gently pinched the my rod
through the pure white cloth of her tiny panties. in the moist
warm valley of her pleasure. She looked up at me with eyes of
longing, and I leaned to meet her sweet lips with mine. We kissed
as I rubbed my aching desire against hers, drowning my longing
within the soft sweetness of her little-girl innocence.
When I sat up for air, Lydia plunged into the void I had left
behind, kissing Natasha's with vehement force, blizzarding her
face and hands with a million caresses. "Oh Natasha, Oh babe,
I've always wanted to make love to you," whispered Lydia
desperately.
Another burst of pheromones filled the air, filling in the color
of my desire with intensity and passion.
Lydia turned around and sat on top of Natasha in front of me,
(still in her panties) gently squeezing my penis between their
two little vaginas. Her blonde hair cascaded between her sharp
little shoulder blades.
"Oh Natasha, you can pretend it's my penis, and I'm fucking you,
ok?" Lydia dug in with her crotch, pushing my hardness into
Natasha's soft, warm fold. The tip of me was against their two
hot, bare bellies, sandwiched between them.
The scent intensified further, secreting the secret drops of
desire against my aching rod.
"Mmm," replied Natasha, pushing back as the two squished their
sexual folds together with me in between. The rhythm increased. I
could feel the heat and moisture behind the cloth on either side,
and the sweet scent of Lydia's hair against my face. She turned
to glance back at me, and I gently kissed her tender,
unbelievably silky soft smooth cheek.
Lydia kissed Natasha passionately, and again. "Just pretend I'm
your man," said Lydia to Natasha, pushing me against her again.
The tip of my love-rocket rubbed against their bare flesh, and I
thought of their belly buttons facing each other, their young
bare smooth skin in sweaty contact.
"Mmm. . . I want to watch him squirt," said Natasha.
Lydia giggled and turned back to me. "Go to it, big boy," she
said, as the girls squeezed me relentlessly, with irresistibly
sensuous circling rhythm.
"Oh Natasha," said Lydia, "watch me come all over you."
"Here it comes," I said, and Natasha gazed in fascination as I
felt the pulses of orgasm, heard the quiet lapping of warm liquid
touching skin as my invisible organ emptied itself between them;
and soon the skin between them was lubricated with spurts of my
sticky sweet white yucky mucous.
Lydia pressed herself against Natasha, and I could feel my sticky
love-juice gently gluing them together with me in between. What a
mess. I sighed.
"Wow. I've never seen a guy come before," giggled Natasha. "that
was fun."
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The girls lay there contented for a bit, rubbing bellies with the
squishy stuff in between. "Hey," said Natasha, "what does this
stuff taste like? turn around so I can lick it off your tummy,
you can lick it off of mine."
"Ok." Fairyish Lydia got up off Natasha and turned around facing
inverted to each other, and each set to work with her tongue on
the other's belly, savoring my secretions.
"Mmmm. . ." both replied to each other. Lydia's bun, still
panty-clad, bobbed yearningly in the air.
I put some shorts on and wandered into the other room to check
out the stereo. After poking around the CD collection a bit I
settled on an Indigo Girls album, and put it on softly in the
background.
I stared irritably at the verdant blades of grass through the
squares of windowpane, continuing to fret: what about my chance
to be alone with Lydia? I had been having an obsessive fantasy
for weeks now, that we would be walking alone together through
the woods, she in a windswept white dress, holding hands in the
moonlight ever so romantically. . .
When I returned to the other room, the girls were both moving
southward on each other's bellies.
Lydia could stand it no longer. "Oh babe. Let me feel your tongue
on me. Please. I dream about it all the time." Natasha carefully
slipped one finger inside Lydia's panties, probing knowingly.
"Oh yes!" wailed Lydia. "You are my love-queen, my dream!"
"You really want me, don't you?" smiled Natasha.
"Oh babe, you have no idea!" Lydia moaned as Natasha slipped the
panties over Lydia's buns and down her legs, Natasha deliberately
exploring Lydia's soft moist fold with her tongue.
"You're so beautiful," said Lydia, watching Natasha turn her on.
"Here. . ." Lydia, still on top, fumbled with Natasha's
underwear, eventually pulling it off, over her feet. She set to
work with her tongue as well.
Natasha glanced around at me, smiling. "Want to help?"
"Uh, sure. May as well, I guess."
"Just think," mused Lydia. "The great thing about sex with
11-year old girls is you can pump all the sperm you want into our
little vaginas, no worrying about birth control!"
As if of one mind, the two rolled over in 69 position. Now
Natasha was on top. Lydia slurped away at Natasha, who grunted
blissfully. Natasha reached out and grabbed me, through my
shorts. "You have to take off your pants now," she said.
I slid them down, and she engulfed my still slimy sexual organ
with her mouth, until what had been soft swelled and hardened
with a stiffness of yearning.
Soon all was in readiness. Her lips smacked as I popped out of
her mouth. "Now. Around here," she pointed towards her smooth,
round, soft rear end. I walked stiffly around to where Lydia's
upturned face was buried in Natasha's yawning little hairless
hole. Lydia reached in her knowing way and pointed my fierce
warrior's spearshaft into the moist waiting mouth of Natasha's
vagina.
Contact.
"Unh," moaned Natasha, dark golden curls bouncing gently as she
her pelvis involuntarily thrusted, pushing herself further and
further down around me with each stroke. Lydia's hands persisted
on my testicles and pressing against my asshole, and I felt her
tongue lightly striping the bottom of the shaft.
"Harder, deeper," moaned Natasha, beautiful olive-skinned back
swaying, pausing to kiss Lydia's vagina, to probe with her tongue
for a few seconds before she returned to her gyrating grip of me
inside her, pushing and pulling against me, each stroke drawing
the pleasure tighter in her being, until the bubble was ready to
burst, and I felt the shudder of tiny spasms around me. I felt
myself so close to the mysterious internal detonation.
"Oh! Oh! More! Keep going!"
All along, Lydia's tongue dotted little moist spots of pleasure
all around, as she silently, softly stroked my ass. I was so
blissfully close.
Natasha kept twisting and pushing me into her squishy iron grip,
as she plunged her mouth to Lydia's smooth pale hairless crotch,
causing Lydia to tremble and moan uncontrollably below us.
That made me lose it -- my drops of pleasure came gushing deep
into Natasha, so much that some spilled out onto Lydia's face.
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