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Subject: Lydia -(Mf, cons, pedo) Playing with the girls after school
Date: Tue, 05 Oct 2004 12:36:33 -0700
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Lydia -(Mf, cons, pedo) Playing with the girls after school
by Vivian Darkbloom
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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