Message-ID: <46582asstr$1076494206@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews4 From: Vivian Darkbloom X-Original-Message-ID: <4029B4AE.4060000@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: Tue, 10 Feb 2004 20:50:54 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} Love-5 (ggMggg, flossing, math) Lines: 1035 Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 05:10:06 -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 Happy un-valentines day! Love-5 (ggMggg, flossing, math) by Vivian Darkbloom WARNING! If you are younger than 18, you should be aware that this story contains graphic detailed descriptions of such disturbing activities as flossing regularly, willing enjoyment of classical music, and completing ones homework on time. There is also some math involved. We therefore recommend a more wholesome, socially acceptable activity, such as watching a Britney Spears or Shirley Temple video. V V | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | | V Love-5 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. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+