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Love (Mf, oral; inc, m/g, pedo)
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.