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Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 22:10:03 -0500
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              playing with the girls after school

    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
    under the thin 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 sprouting from her
    chest.

    Insolent and skipping, Lydia and Kay led me down the
    garden lane, under green trees, the solitude of
    nature down the long private drive to her 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 one 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 lept up and took my hand

    "I know where it is. Come on," and we ascended the
    stairs. plush and carpeted, breathless, leaving Lydia
    behind, she shoves me into the cozy carpeted chamber,
    closing the door behind us.

    "I gotta go too," she explained, breathless, yanking
    down her black sweat-pants and plunking down on the
    seat. A torrent of liquid issued forth. She grinned
    up at me sheepishly.

    Then she was done. "Can you help me wipe off?" she
    asked, blinking.

    My heart skipped backwards a beat. "You sure?" I
    asked.

    "Uh huh," She nodded sincerely, longingly.

    I took the piece of toilet paper, and reached gently
    between her legs, my finger extended. Making contact,
    I feel the warm golden droplet, the soft red skin of
    her vagina.

    She moaned 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, 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."

    "Oh. Thanks!" Kay dashed out the room. Lydia 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.

    Lydia bent 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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