Message-ID: <47045asstr$1079233805@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: extra.newsguy.com!newsp.newsguy.com!enews1 From: Vivian Darkbloom X-Original-Message-ID: <4049283B.5090407@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-Spamscanner: mailbox4.ucsd.edu (v1.4 Mar 2 2004 11:47:57, 0.4/5.0 2.63) X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.8 73717 i261ODTW099763 mailbox4.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 05 Mar 2004 17:24:11 -0800 Subject: {ASSM} three (Mggg) Lines: 121 Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 22:10:05 -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, newsman, hoisingr the three of us The girls lay there contented for a bit, rubbing bellies with the squishy stuff in between. "Hey," said Natasha, "what does this stuff taste like? turn around so I can lick it off your tummy, you can lick it off of mine." "Ok." Fairyish Lydia got up off Natasha and turned around facing inverted to each other, and each set to work with her tongue on the other's belly, savoring my secretions. "Mmmm..." both replied to each other. Lydia's bun, still panty-clad, bobbed yearningly in the air. I put some shorts on and wandered into the other room to the stereo. After poking around the CD collection a bit I settled on the Indigo Girls, and put it on. What about my chance to be alone with Lydia? I had been having the fantasy for weeks now, that we would be walking alone together through the woods.... When I returned to the other room, the girls were both moving southward on each other's bellies. Lydia could stand it no longer. "Oh babe. Let me feel your tongue on me. Please. I dream about it all the time." Natasha carefully slipped one finger inside Lydia's panties, probing knowingly. "Oh yes!" wailed Lydia. "You are my love-queen, my dream!." "You really want me, don't you?" smiled Natasha. "Oh babe, you have no idea!" Lydia moaned as Natasha slipped the panties over Lydia's buns and down her legs, Natasha deliberately exploring Lydia's soft moist fold with her tongue. "You're so beautiful," said Lydia, watching Natasha turn her on. "here..." Lydia, still on top, fumbled with Natasha's underwear, eventually pulling it off, over her feet. She set to work with her tongue as well. Natasha glanced around at me, smiling. "Want to help?" "Uh, sure." "Just think," mused Lydia. "The great thing about sex with 11-year old girls is you can cum all you want into our little vaginas, no worrying about birth control!" As if of one mind, the two rolled over. Now Natasha was on top. Lydia slurped away at Natasha, who grunted blissfully. Natasha reached out and grabbed me, through my shorts. "You have to take off your pants," she said. I slid them down, and she engulfed my sexual organ with her mouth, until what had been soft swelled and hardened with a stiffness of yearning. Soon all was in readiness. She took me out of her mouth. "Now. Around here," she pointed towards her rear end. I walked stiffly around to where Lydia's upturned face greeted Natasha's yawning little hairless hole. Lydia reached in her knowing way and pointed my carrot into the moist waiting mouth of Natasha's vagina. Contact. "Unh," moaned Natasha, dark golden curls bouncing gently as she her pelvis involuntarily thrusted, pushing herself down around me. Lydia's hands persisted on my testicles and pressing against my asshole, and I felt her tongue lightly striping the bottom of the shaft. "Harder, deeper," moaned Natasha, beautiful olive-skinned back swaying, pausing to kiss Lydia's vagina, to probe with her tongue for a few seconds before she returned to her gyrating grip of me inside her, pushing and pulling against me, each stroke drawing the pleasure tighter in her being, until the bubble was ready to burst, and I felt the shudder of tiny spasms around me. "Oh! Oh! More! Keep going!" All along, Lydia's tongue dotted little moist spots of pleasure all around, as she silently, softly stroked my ass. Natasha kept twisting and pushing me into her squishy iron grip, as she turned her mouth to Lydia's smooth pale hairless crotch, causing Lydia to moan below us. That made me lose it -- the drops of pleasure came gushing out into Natasha, spilling out onto Lydia's face. ------------------------------------------------------- For more stories, visit our site on asstr-mirror.org http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/VivianDarkbloom/www/ -- 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}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+