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Subject: {ASSM} Kylie and Serena [Mgg purple revised]
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Date: Sat, 01 Apr 2006 09:10:02 -0500
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  I've been revising some of my older stories as I post 
  them to storiesonline.com, so I figured I'd post the
  revised editions to ASSM as well.  

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                             Kylie and Serena

                          by Vivian Darkbloom

   Kylie, the thin one, looked up to her slightly older best friend
   Serena. Because Serena was starting to have tiny breasts, And she
   knew how to rub a pillow clamped firmly between her soft thighs
   into a moaning orgasm.

   That Kylie knew, because while they were having a sleep-over,
   Serena thought her younger friend Kylie was asleep. Needing to
   bring the restless tossing and turning to an end by fulfilling
   her burning urge to release juicy contractions around some
   imaginary broomstick -- or maybe the tongue of her very friend
   who slept next to her -- deep in her, plunged into the mysterious
   fold between her legs that had been tugging and nagging at her so
   for attention of late. A fire-hose to pour merciful refreshment
   to quench the burning desert sands of desire

   The two close friends were lying back-to-back in sleeping bags,
   with buttocks gently touching, and while Serena quietly moaned
   Kylie silently pretended she was asleep. But meanwhile secretly
   plied with delicate touch her own sensitive dripping folds as
   Serena's moaning escalated. Young girlfriends with careless
   nightshirts and touseled tresses snored all around them.

   Kyle secretly wished she would dare to ask for Serena to touch
   her, to caress her. She listened to Serena's peaking orgasm, felt
   the subtle pulses of her multiple contractions with a secret
   smile of delight, knowing that it would fuel her own fantasy
   later on.

   Little did Kylie know that Serena herself was imagining Kylie
   nibbling on her clitoris, and lying next to her (supposedly)
   sleeping friend, the idea of reaching the unspeakable climax
   right there in her younger friend's face, with Kylie's tongue
   knowingly, welcomingly, deeply probing her precious pearl, that
   was the fantasy that took her over the edge, that drove her
   orgasm.

   Serena didn't dare ask Kylie for the forbidden favor just then.
   Enough to imagine that the electric touch of their twin buttocks
   might trigger erotic dreams. But she figured, with irrevocable
   logic, that if she could somehow coax a throbbing penis into the
   inside of little Kylie's sweet warm juicy love-hole, that Kylie
   would say "yes" to anything she asked. And oh, how she trembled
   to think of that moment when she would utter those sweet words of
   request.
     ____________________________________________________________

   Unwitting of the aforementioned event, and in complete ignorance
   of the associated dreamings, I sat innocently listening to music
   with the two of them, playing scrabble one fine sunny autumn
   autumn day, the three of us sitting there on Serena's bed. Bright
   sunlight streaming through tall upstairs windows, the upper
   leaves and branches of beautiful green trees. We could see out,
   but nobody could see in. And all parental units were off engaged
   in other activities.

   Never mind that my age is more than twice theirs combined. I find
   their company pleasant, and surprising commonness in our shared
   perceptions and sentiments of the world and life and
   entertainment.

   Just, on that particular day, I noticed a trend in the words that
   kept showing up on the scrabble board.

   First there were `balls.' "It could be any kind of ball," said
   Serena defensively. Then there was `vagina.' We had to look up
   the word `clitorus,' and decided that it didn't really have a "u"
   in it, but we let it stay anyway.

   Serena had been chattering away the previous week, regarding her
   speculations on what a hardened male organ might look like, a
   conversation I did my best to divert. But today she brings up the
   topic once more, and I find myself abnormally tongue-tied. She
   talks about how she's seen pictures and all, but never had a
   chance to play with a real one up close. Wouldn't that be fun?
   she says. Wondering exactly what rubbery sort of texture it might
   have, or whether it was really proper to describe the texture as
   rubbery at all? And so on.

   This sort of talk gives me an itch, which I refuse to scratch.
   Then it starts to give me a hard-on, which Serena makes worse by
   noticing, "Oh look!" and casually tapping it with her index
   finger, as she casts a sly look back up at me. Kylie watches,
   silently.

   "Can I see it?" Serena pleads. (she already is tugging down my
   waistband, which was loose because I had already undone the belt
   and top button) "Please? Lemme see!" Feeling like I ought to do
   something to get away, I stand up. Bad move, because now Serena's
   clinging to the beltline succeeds in pulling down my pants.

   Request fulfilled.

   Serena peers at my private sensitivity with unmasked wonder and
   curiosity, no doubt comparing her imaginings with the actuality
   before her.

   "Two virgin girls," I mutter.

   Serena grins slyly. "But you can do something to fix that."

   My equipment is now full in her face, about half-erect. Before I
   can react, she begins caressing it in her hands, rolling the
   shaft lovingly, gently grasping the balls hanging down. So soft
   the skin of her hands against the skin of my organs, that never
   before have I felt such marvelous pleasure at being touched down
   there. Serena sticks out her tongue, and starts running it around
   the head of the miniature monk. Kylie gasps slightly. So do I.

   "So here's what we're going to do," says Serena, completely in
   charge. "You," she points at me "will stick this thing inside of
   her," she points at Kylie, "and she'll nibble on my clitoris, and
   then we can all have the orgasm of our lives!"

   I attempt to introduce rationality back into the atmosphere of
   the room and the conversation, only to find that my speech center
   is suffering from a strange and baffling paralysis.

   Kylie shifts nervously in her chair. Then, shyly smiling, a
   little nervous. Kylie slowly reaches out to caress my shaft, as
   Serena continues to circle her tongue around the head.

   Joining in the mood of the event, Kylie somehow loses her shirt
   and pants, leaving only her bra and panties. The bra is mainly
   decorative, as she is too young to have much to hold back. It has
   a frilly but simple lace.

   Serena tears off all of her clothes now, her soft pale hints of
   mammalia almost bouncing as she hurls her vestments over the edge
   of the bed, and Kylie takes her girlfriend's place in front of
   me, putting my entire head inside her tiny hot mouth, teeth
   gently biting, tongue exploring the opening, tasting the sweet
   drops.

   Serena begins feeling her almost nonexistent breasts with one
   hand as she furiously vibrates the other, pressing educatedly
   within her tantalizing crease. I notice barely perceptible
   silky-fine little hairs gently adorning her love-folds.

   "OK," Kylie says, "I'll take him inside me. But I want to watch
   you do it first."

   "Promise?"

   "Promise. Kiss to seal the deal."

   Luxuriously, sensuously, the two girls kiss, savoring each moment
   and gentle touch. Serena is spreading her legs, kneeling on the
   bed. She grabs my stiff rod and brushes the tip against the
   wetness between her thighs, back and forth a few times, then one
   time dead center, and she pushes.

   And pushes. I feel something give way, and Serena gasps, forcing
   my spear into her tight, slimy aperture.

   All this time she is still kissing Kylie, and she lets out a moan
   as my wideness opens her vagina, her breasts perking up from the
   penetration. She commences in slow gyrations with the most erotic
   rhythm known to the universe.

   Kylie leans back a little. She seems to enjoy watching me fuck
   Serena. Kylie lightly glides her hand over Serena's erect
   nipples.

   The push and pull continue blissfully for several minutes, the
   girls kissing and stroking each other. Then Serena reaches with
   one hand and pulls down Kylie's panties, which have a tiny wet
   spot in the center. Kylie squirms her pelvis with desire.

   Kylie takes off her own bra. It is all padding -- beneath is
   nothing but a smooth chest.

   My penis still inside of Serena, I lick Kylie's little nipples.
   she moans. I caress Kylie's sweet folds with my hand, feeling the
   moistness within.

   Serena breaks her kiss with Kylie: "I want to have an orgasm with
   my clitoris in your mouth," she confesses breathlessly to her
   younger friend.

   Kylie shrugs, smiling. "OK. Whatever," secretly delighted that
   Serena shares her fantasies and desires.

   My rod is relentlessly firm now, snapping slightly as Serena
   pulls it out of her, and directs it towards Kylie. Kylie lies
   down on the bed face up under Serena's crotch, and pulls me
   towards her sweet fold by my sensitive hyperextended organ, my
   horn of fulfillment, marinated in Serena's sweet sauce.

   Kylie is lying, legs spread apart, on the bed, open and naked to
   the beauty of nature. I kneel, engorged, between her legs, before
   her peach-skinned smooth red gorge, as her hands play with me,
   toying and tugging me gently towards her.

   Glancing over at earthquake-shaken tiles strewn in disarray
   across the board, I comment "I think the scrabble game is done
   for."

   "Oh shoot!" bemoans Kylie with a smile. "And for once I was
   winning!"

   Serena kneels across from me, at Kylie's head, once more bending
   over to gently kiss her friend on the lips. They exchange knowing
   looks. Serena holds Kylie's head in her hands. My eyes meet
   Serena's, as we both prepare to descend on Kylie, to share her
   sexuality.

   Facing me, Serena thrusts her pelvis forward, to lower herself,
   her dripping folds towards Kylie's lips, and Kylie's tongue
   reaches up lovingly to meet her. Meanwhile, Kylie's hands are
   guiding my slimy iron rod into the folds between her legs, as she
   arches up to take me inside of her.

   One push -- the tip is in. Nerve endings relish the delicious
   taste of the tightness of her surrounding little lower mouth. Her
   sacred wedding ring around my giant finger. Another, and I plunge
   the shaft in to the hilt, into the hairless smooth pleats of skin
   below her belly-button. My rod is mixing together the two girls'
   vaginal juices, in a holy and delightful marriage. Kylie sighs
   blissfully, as she prods Serena's clit with her tongue. Serena
   involuntarily lets out a yell of ecstasy.

   Serena was ready to go -- she (facing me) lets go with a set of
   contractions in Kylie's face, "Unh - unh - unh - keep going!" she
   exclaims, forcefully kissing me.

   As I plunge further into her friend, Serena coaxes my climax with
   her tongue and lips in and on my mouth. As she herself has orgasm
   after orgasm, her tiny expanded breastlets breathing with erotic
   undulation, and I can feel her coaxing me in the direction of the
   inevitable explosion. "Come inside her," she whispers, "Give it
   to her."

   Finally, Kylie's moans increase and escalate, moving her thin
   legs together and apart either side of me in tandem with her
   pelvic thrusting, until I feel her encircling grip at the center
   gently squeezing me in repeated pulses, followed by involuntarily
   quivering and another series of pulses. Serena gives me one more
   coax with her tongue, kissing me as finally I inject my sweet
   gifts, enormous hot streams of semen into her friend's vagina.

   The three of us gradually collapse into a loving sensuously
   embrace.

  _______________________________________________________


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