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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.
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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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