Message-ID: <46469asstr$1075723804@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews2 From: Vivian Darkbloom X-Original-Message-ID: <401DF787.9070209@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (X11; U; Linux i686; en-US; rv:0.9.8) Gecko/20020204 X-Accept-Language: en-us X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Sun, 01 Feb 2004 23:08:55 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} katya (Mg) Lines: 248 Date: Mon, 2 Feb 2004 07:10:04 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, IceAltar katya oh no I thought, when their mom called me up to babysit the girls. Remembering the last time, when we were watching television, "American Beauty" or something like that, when little Nicole decided to sit on my lap. I mean, she may only be seven or eight, but she knew exactly where to sit so that the velvety crack between her buns would exactly grasp the head of the shaft beneath her. And would give a little giggle as she felt it stiffening, in spite of my protests. And as if that weren't bad enough, then Katya gave a devilish grin and got on in front of her little sister, totally obscuring my view of the movie with her curly, dark blonde hair, bouncing gently, rhythmically, on the base, with sly smiles backwards as I involuntarily gasped. "Please," said their mom. "I have an important presentation that I simply must give this evening, and I can't find anyone else." So fine. I think their mom has a crush on me anyways. So I was the found babysitter, and thus found myself lounging on the livingroom sofa, watching some old film in black and white, from back when they really knew how to make movies. Katya slouched sullenly in the adjacent chair, dark grey eyeliner lending a sultry touch to her beautiful eleven-year old face. Her younger sister Nicole had retreated to the solace of a hot bath, upstairs, and we could hear the occasional sloshing about of water as she bathed. In the summery weather, Katya wore loose pink shorts that seemed tailored with a totally inadequate yardage (or square inches) of fabric, so that she was constantly pulling them either up or down to keep them centered in their role of concealing the secret treasure between her legs; and the shirt they wouldn't let her wear to school (she explained) because it revealed her belly button. ("I mean, gimme a break," she said). Not that a respectable man would find any allure in her flat chest and gangling form, but nonetheless she decorated her short fingernails nails with deep scarlet polish, fingers unconsciously stroking her inner thigh as she frowned in pursed-lipped concentration on the drama. Nature called, and I headed towards the nearby head, when Katya called out: "it's broken. You'll have to go upstairs." Raising my eyebrows, I decided that it was not worth an investigation of a potentially disgusting plumbing situation, that I would take Katya's word for it, so I found myself climbing the stairs, thinking that perhaps the curtains around the tub would afford some privacy for Nicole, as I simply had waited too long for any other alternative to relieve myself. Gently I knocked on the bathroom door -- several hours she had been in there at least, so maybe she could be persuaded to surrender the chamber for other uses. "Come in," she said. "It's unlocked." So I did, expecting her to be towelled off and dressed in her pajamas, perhaps flossing her teeth. But no, she was still in the tub, her legs spread wide open, with the soft folds of her delighful red valley facing me. "It's ok," she said. "I have to pee," I said helplessly. "Just shut the door," she said, her wet hair pasted to her forehead, her pale thin form hunched down in the water as two fingers of her left hand absently traced the edges of her tiny, smooth, hairless vulva, between her slowly gyrating little legs. "Nobody will know." "Uh, you're sure this is ok?" I asked weakly. "What, you've never seen a girl naked before? Just pull down your pants and go potty." It sounded sensible, especially given Niagra's floodgates about to burst from out my thighs; though when I commenced to do so I noticed the widening of eyes in her fascination as she stared at my exposed equipment. "You've never seen a man naked before?" I asked, pissing. "Only in pictures," she whispered. She turned over and rested her chin on her hand on the edge of the tub to watch up close. When I finished, and was about to put everything away, she reached out towards me. "Can I touch it?" she asked, then gently grasped the shaft in her warm, wet tiny hand. "ooh," she shuddered in delight, smiling, pulling on the still limp form of it. "What does it look like when it's erect?" she asked. "Um, well." She was on her way to finding out, as the blood automatically engorged in response to her gentle sensuous touch. I was forced to turn towards her, as she pulled on the delicate tissue. "I think he needs a bath, she said, reaching up a sudsy rag to give a gentle scrubbing to the head, then ladled warm water to rinse it off. I noticed that all the while she was exploring her own crotch with a finger or two. I felt ridiculous, pants halfway down, with this beautiful innocent child primping up the now reddening and irreversibly solid shaft. She licked the tip, tasting the tiny love-drop, and surrounded it with her mouth, biting gently with the tiny white pearls of her teeth. I placed my hands on either side of her head, feeling her dark silky thin hair, as she lovingly explored the contours and recesses with her smooth tiny lips and tongue, long lashes fluttering as she focussed on the task, placing one hand behind my balls as still she explored the cavity between her own legs. Silently I endured this examination with her tongue, waiting for her to tire of it, but the intensity of her interest and probing exploration was seemingly endless. Downstairs, we heard Katya stirring, getting up for a glass of water, then returning to the T.V. "We have to stop," I said. "What will your sister think?" Nicole giggled, smacking her lips from her saliva dripping from my penis. "Are you kidding? I do this to her every night. She can't get to sleep unless I do. Only, I've always wondered what it would be like to suck on a guy. So after awhile, this stuff spurts out, right? the stuff that makes babies?" "Uh, that's the basic idea," I replied. Nicole reached out both hands, still dripping from the bath (as she was still kneeling in the tub) and pulled down my pants to my feet. "Take them off," she ordered. As I did, she put down the plushly rugged toilet seat cover, and climbed out of the bath onto it, spreading out her legs. We resumed, in this position, as I placed my hands on her head to once again feel her little mouth bobbing up and down on me, one of her little hands caressing the back of my testicles, the other probing her own sexual organ. She took a break, once more smacking her lips, the little spiderweb of slime connecting her mouth to the tip of my penis. "Let me see your finger," she ordered, grabbing my hand and pulling it to her crotch. Reluctantly, I leaned over to comply. "Play with me?" she pleaded. I felt the soft moistness of her on the tip of my finger. I pushed gently. She inhaled. I pushed harder, and the soft tissue gave way, as her eyes closed and she fell into a trance, riding the waves of the pulsation of my finger inside of her, as she absently grasped my still hardened shaft, occasionally licking the base of it. Several times, thinking she might be tiring of this, I attempted to retreat, but she would emit a sound of quiet protest, and I would be forced to resume. Her flat-chested breast emitted the glow of sexuality, her lips bright red in relief to the pale skin of her tight young body, eyes half-closed and fluttering in rapt concentration and focus on the pleasure trickling through her consciousness. But still maintaining sufficient external awareness to stroke my organ, lest it might subside. Then abruptly she let go my hand, pulling it out of her. "That was fun," she said, with a wide-eyed enthusiastic smile. Then she pulled down my vulnerable lever, forcing me to my knees as she spread her legs and thrust herself towards me, capturing the tip of me inside her tiny vagina, encircling my neck with her tiny arms and kissing me on the lips thrusting her little tongue between my teeth. "Push. Inside," she said simply, wiggling her tiny pelvis irresistably. I pushed, and again she gasped as I felt myself submerged within the heat of moist pleasure within her tiny hole. Relentlessly, she thrust and gyrated until I was full bore inside of her, and meanwhile gently kissing me and biting my lips gently, pulling at me with her teeth. "I want you to spurt inside of me," she said innocently wide-eyed, kissing me again. "I want to feel what it's like." Glancing down at her smooth, flat-chested body and smooth hairless crotch skin bunched slightly from my thick round rod thrust inside of it. My heart pounded, as the forbidden pleasure of being inside her drew on our mutual, slow and erotic gyration. It went on seemingly forever. "squirt," she would say, then kiss me again, then repeat "squirt inside me," and thrust her tongue into my mouth to echo my thrusting inside of her. I kept wondering how her kisses were so bizarre, until I realized that she must be using the same technique as she used in the nightly probing of her sister's innocent sweet vagina, and I felt filled with yearning to witness such a thing -- although surely it was unthinkable; Katya would never consent to such a thing. Although once I imagined the door behind us open just a crack, a curious young female eye peering in, but by the time I turned my head, it was closed, with the soft padding of bare feet down the stairs. Finally, the peak crescendoed to a finale, the tension joyfully burst as and my huge full wet droplets gushed forth, filling up her tiny aperature and dripping out onto the floor as I gave the final ecstatic plunge, her arched around me in elation. 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