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                 Happy un-valentines day!



               Love-5 (ggMggg, flossing, math)

                     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.

    We therefore recommend a more wholesome, socially
    acceptable activity, such as watching a Britney
    Spears or Shirley Temple video.

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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.
      ________________________________________________

    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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