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               helping the girls with their math

    Boringly they had donned once more all of their
    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
    hummous and avocado. You could use one or the other,
    or both, or neither. That's four cases. So the
    chances you would have a hummous and avocado 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 and enjoy each other in
    the afternoons after school."

    "You won't tell, will you?"

    "Of course not. 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,
    with K, L, and N across the top, and M, V, A down the
    left. Then she checked the box for (L,M), and
    giggled.

     K  L  N
M      x
V
A

    "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 of column L and
    row M.

    Lydia blushed. "And if she did?" She switched her
    little hips, twitched her tiny shorts.

    "What's it like?" asked Natasha.

    Lydia got up and sat close next to me, as Natasha
    watched, and gently stroked the hardening mound
    between my legs, rolling like a lump of dough beneath
    the cloth. Natasha quivered slightly.

    I was feeling cramped. "Wait," and I pushed out my
    chair, standing up. Without asking, Lydia 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. I stood over her
    noticing the subtle stain of fresh vaginal fluid
    coming through her panties.

    The scent of horny girl was beginning to overpower
    me. My head was spinning.

    Laying down on top of her, I prodded her crotch with
    my bare penis. She moaned, and gently pinched the my
    rod in the moist warm valley of her pleasure, through
    the pure white cloth of her tiny panties. Looked up
    at me with eyes of longing, and we kissed as I rubbed
    myself against her.

    As I sat up, Lydia took my place with her mouth
    kissing Natasha on the mouth forcefully. "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 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 penis into Natasha's soft, warm fold. The
    tip of me was against their two 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 vaginas together with my organ
    between. The rhythm increased. I could feel the heat
    and moisture behind the cloth on either side, and the
    sweet scent of Lydias 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 irresistably sensous 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
    sticky sweet white 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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