Four Ladies

by Vivian Darkbloom

Dawn was a short voluptuous blonde with beautifully enormous breasts and wavy straight hair the color of straw. Her girlfriend Celeste was tall and slender, also blonde but of an ashen hue, with curly hair and a long thin face, and the flat chest of a twelve-year old.

Amara was a dark-skinned beauty with ruby lips and plump breasts. Her red-headed girlfriend Wren had piercing blue eyes, a face sprinkled with pinpoint freckles, and an easy laugh.

In the gentle spring heat of the tropics, with the ocean waves crashing on the sand less than a block away, the birds singing with abandon, and the large wide-windowed house with a private yard, embraced by the congenial shade of tall venerable trees, whispers of impatience burned the air with passion. Our conversations were filled with smiles, and sly expressions as thoughts entered various of our minds how each wanted one, two, or all of the others. All at once even, an impossibility so maddening we wanted to scream. And yes, these ideas entered even our conversation. Concepts at the edge of breaking into physical manifestation, Platonic forms of lust like tinker-toys, working their way into reality.

I would think, my hardened penis could go between those breasts, or could squirt release onto that tongue, between those teeth. The two sets of partners made furtive gestures of love, voluptuous Dawn kissing tall thin Celeste, Celeste pinching Dawn’s breast, feeling out the concealed nipple. Dark Amara caressing redhead Wren’s back, as Wren leaned back to gently squish Amara’s breasts.

And then Wren and Amara took it to their heads to wander off down the dirt trail to the water’s edge, to watch the waves rising and falling.

What is it men like about frilly underwear? The same way that a gilded frame surrounds the object of beauty, encircling it in a pleasing manner.

Dawn and Celeste had stripped down to such frilly underwear, their smiles growing wider as more skin revealed itself. Flushed with blood rushing to the surface, hot with lust.

Volupuous Dawn with the straw-colored yellow hair, laid down on the foam that stretched wide across the floor - covered comfortably with soft burgundy sheets and plush pillows, of course. An assortment of toys waited on a low shelf nearby, handily within reach.

Now in my underwear (and nothing else) I laid down atop her, my enlarged sex pressing nicely against the vertex between her open legs, framed in white lace. Her soft, curvacious open legs welcomed me, as I gazed down with heady vertigo at the inviting skin across the enticing curved canyon between her breasts. She smiled widely, moist-eyed.

Celeste knelt at her head, looking down on us, one knee even with each of Dawn’s ears. I broke the ice, kissing Dawn, and a long sensuous kiss it was, as our lips and tongues met with bravado and gentleness. Her head was snugly nestled between Celeste’s long thighs, and the taller girl watched kindly as my mouth met with the lips of her friend.

But Dawn was shorter than I, so when I stretched out to relieve the kink in my neck, my forehead pressed against Celeste’s trim, soft belly. Opening my eyes, I saw that my mouth was almost touching her skimpy lace panties, so I blew warm air at the center of them. She giggled, flexing her pelvis in my direction.

“You could just drop those little panties so I could see your lovely vagina,” I whispered. She giggled once more above me, flexing her pelvis again, her thighs flushed on either side of Dawn’s face, a face lost in the wondrous awe of a sexual moment. With my engorgement nestled comfortably between Dawn’s folds, (two layers of cloth between, of course) I reached forward just a little further and inhaled the intoxicating heat with my mouth at the center of the clean white cloth of Celeste’s panties.

Then, once more I kissed Dawn, and I felt the pillowy warm down of Celeste’s crotch pressed against the top of my head. When the kiss ended, I blew more hot air between Celeste’s legs, inhaling once more with my mouth pressed against the cloth, feeling the hidden contours beneath the fabric. Celeste rose up momentarily from the excitement, then settled back down again.

I had never made out with two girls at once before. The euphoria was a swirling warm hurricane scattering my brains infinitely into the four directions and all in between.

We heard noises and talking in the front room, as dark-skinned Amara and redheaded Wren returned, gaily laughing. As they came through the doorway and noted our progress, a reverent hush descended. Quietly, Amara and Wren disrobed, folding and stacking their clothes neatly along the wall. Soon Amara was completely naked, and Wren was on her way to being.

Amara’s deep chocolate skin glowed with the blue aura of illumination, like a painting of Krishna or the other indian saints. Sitting cross-legged next to us, to my left, she pulled the tie from her long black hair, and released it into a graceful fall, like the ink-drawn lines from a quill pen of artists from elder centuries.

Then she laid down next to Dawn, whom I was still on top of, lying on her side facing us. Her vagina bristled moist, next to me. While I kissed Dawn’s lips, Amara kissed her cheek, and then Dawn turned to kiss Amara’s lips.

“I love watching the two of you kiss,” I told them. The kiss prolongued enjoyably. Then Amara faced upward to kiss me on the lips. Which hardened my resolve between Dawn’s hot, humid thighs.

Slender Celeste remained above us, still clad in her undies, watching with amusement. Redhaired Wren, now fully undressed, came over and sat beside her, poking her nose into our kiss-fest, with a smile. She bent over and kissed Amara, their faces upside down to each other. I was kissing Dawn, once more, delicately, on the eyes and cheeks, the neck, the ears. She looked so delicious I wanted to eat her all up, like a vanilla sundae.

Now Wren leaned over further, and kissed Amara’s breast. That meant that her breasts were hanging over Amara’s lips, as Amara laid flat on her back. Dark Amara and redhead Wren, upside down of each other still, kissed each other’s breasts, each emitting a lustful quiet moan now and then.

Once more, I reached up and pressed my lips against Celeste’s white panties, right in front of me. Startled, she gasped briefly, then pressed against me. I loved feeling the heat beneath the fabric.

Now Wren was on her hands and knees above her lover Amara, and she walked herself gradually down, her tongue first between Amara’s cleavage, then down to her belly button, then down further, to the start of the pubic hair. And finally, nipping the upper corner of that wet sloppy fold, which elicited a quiet yelp from Amara beneath her.

This I discerned between kisses, on Dawn’s lips, and Celeste’s underpants. Though I could not see, I presume Amara was not far behind in taking the hint, because Wren soon began making noises of pleased surprise, her bodacious plume of curly red hair bobbing between Amara’s gently raised thighs. The top of Amara’s head peaked out from between Wren’s pale buns. And so, dark met light, and day made love to night, and so duality was born.

Celeste was no longer able to keep from playing with herself, watching this spectacle. Her fingers slipped beneath the elastic of her panties, where they remained while she made sounds of pleasure. Meanwhile, Dawn undid her bra, tossing it aside to release her enormous, yet young and springy breasts. Following suit, I stood above her to pull down my boxers, revealing the achingly stiff pole beneath bouncing comically.

Celeste reached forward and encircled my tip with her moist lips, wide eyes gazing up at me as she probed with her tongue, along with finger-probing in her own moist regions. I cried out in spite of myself at the pleasure of her kiss.

“Come between my breasts,” invited Dawn, slathering lotion in her cleavage, and pressing them together between her pure white palms. Reluctantly, I let myself slide from Celeste’s mouth, kneeling once more over Dawn. I was upright now, my face across from Celeste’s smiling lips, as Dawn gathered my hardness between her two soft pillows. I wondered why Dawn was putting on a rubber glove. Dawn glanced up at Celeste. “Can you hold these together?” she motioned with her melons.

Celeste nodded vigorously, though she had to take her hand out of her panties. She looked me in the eye meaningfully, as she squeezed Dawn’s enormous breasts gently around my erect penis, concealing it completely. I could not but thrust into Dawn’s heart, and with each forward motion my brick-red tip peeked out, the hole distorted like a little mouth singing from the pressure around it.

I leaned forward and kissed Celeste, while I fucked Dawn’s enormous breasts. Meanwhile, I felt something slimy behind my balls, as Dawn probed, then pushed as her fingertips discovered my anus, and soon my tender secret sexual regions were trapped between her finger thrust into my rear, and her heart that beat in the purity of her bosom.

I kissed Celeste delicately once more, rejoicing in her simple sweet smile while Dawn monopolized the sensations of my lower chakras. “Oh Celeste,” I whispered. “I love you!” And she kissed me gently, ever so tenderly on the lips while I felt myself on the edge of orgasm, gradually drawing closer, surrounded between soft tissue and relentlessly nudging finger, the finger inside me that drew stars across my field of vision with amazing sensations I had never previously dreamed of.

Closer and closer, until now the path was sure, and I knew that soon I would spray liquid from the tip of my stiffened rod.

“I want it on my face,” called Dawn, from below us.

“Oh Celeste,” I kissed her once more, and it was her tender, loving tongue that made me come. I lifted up, clearing above Dawn’s breasts as I thrusted hard and strong in the air over Dawn’s face, as Dawn’s hand encircled me to aim the stream. I drew back against her other finger still inside me, which triggered another wave of pulses. Looking down, I saw thick globs of white fluid squirting out onto Dawn’s lips and nose, across her half-closed left eye. Some of it went into her hair. A couple of tiny drops even splattered onto Celeste’s panties, mingling with the moisture from inside of them.

When the waves of gushing fluid had subsided, leaving Dawn’s face streaked with linear drips of my white mucous, Dawn thrust me inside her mouth, between thick plush lips, where she triggered another spasm of pleasant thrusting with her teeth and tongue.

“I love that smell,” called out Amara, from beneath Wren. “Fresh jizz.”

“Is that what that is?” inquired Celeste shyly, attempting unsuccessfully to brush away the speck of discharge that had landed on her panties. There it remained, a tiny freckle of my sexual spirit, adjacent to her pubis. The only way to get rid of it would be to remove her panties, and that she was not yet ready to do.

Dawn laughed, and I fell from her lips. “Celeste, see, there are birds, and there are bees.”

“I know,” replied pristine Celeste, defensively flushing.

“What, you never seen a guy come before? Squirt his stuff? Come on down, babe. It tastes even better than it smells.” Kinky Dawn, snapping off the rubber glove, licked a dribble that trickled by the corner of her mouth.

“Really?” said Celeste, wishing to hide her obvious innocence. And she knelt down with her tongue, lapping up the spicy white fluid from Dawn’s beautiful face, upside down of hers. Dawn fluffed her breasts.

“Hey, I want some of that inside of me,” mumbled Indian Amara, as clearly as she could with her mouth pressed against Wren’s soft lower sensibilities.

“Inside what?” retorted Wren, red hair bobbing. “Your mouth or your twat?”

“Both — haahh — “ replied Amara. “And in my butt, too.”

“Well, dark girl. You better finish me, first.”

“Oh!” replied Amara, but no more, as she came forcefully beneath the cascade of red curls.

“Maybe we should get you a bathtub full,” tartly remarked kinky Dawn to Amara. “You could roll around in it. You know, turn the tap, and it would come gushing out.”

Meanwhile, I smelled something else that I liked, as it baked, the color of blood the scent of red passion, from between Dawn’s thighs. I glimpsed it nestled among the tall straw-colored grass of her pubic hair, the wet dark wrinkled red lips. Instantly, the momentary softness had faded, and the blood was once again pumping into my bulging organ. The stiffness surprised even me, the kind only possible from a slight tropical sunburn followed by a brief nap.

Stealthily, I dragged my heavy artillery down her body. She spread her legs to accomodate me, as I pointed to the target, and plunged.

“Oh!” she replied. Celeste was still kissing the sticky sauce from her face. “I like that!”

Celeste, ever the pure romantic, delicately kissed Dawn’s cheeks, her lips, her nose and eyelids, barely seeming to notice that I was now thrusting inside her.

Dawn gasped with pleasure, coming several times with me inside of her. With each orgasm, I felt the strong muscular push of the contractions, as they tried to evict me. But I pushed back, and in I stayed.

Celeste’s now sat up once more, and her fingers strayed again inside of her panties. “Ah,” she said. “Babe?” She looked pleadingly down at Dawn.

“Sure, hon,” replied Dawn. “I can kiss your sweet spot while I’m getting fucked. But you’ll need to remove your outer garments.”

Celeste raised her eyebrows as she watched me thrusting into her girlfriend. “It looks fun,” she said.

“You never had a guy inside of you?” asked Dawn.

Celeste shook her head.

“You should try it. It’s fun. Now, off with those little panties.”

Celeste gave me a mischevious grin, facing away from me as she shyly folded at her pelvis, to slip off her lacy underpants. They folded into a twisted sign of infinity, as she flipped them jauntily aside.

Then, slowly, she turned to me, and I could see the delicate hairs framing her virgin vagina. Giving me a sly glance, she walked forward on her knees, straddling Dawn’s head, which put my face once more in tantalizingly close proximity.

Questioningly, I looked up at her as I continued thrusting into Dawn.

Subtly, she nodded, smiling shyly, tilting her head back and closing her eyes, shaking her head so that the motion rippled like an earthquake down the curls and squiggles of her beautiful hair.

Leaning forward past her smooth tummy, past her gentle delicate pubic hairs, down to the smooth lips that puckered in a sideways frown. After some exploration to get my bearings, my tongue connected like a home run with the soft, gummy red pearl of her clitoris.

“Yes,” Celeste moaned quietly, eyes still closed, head still back. “I want you inside me.” Dawn came once more, as I twisted inside of her. The sensations of even the slightest motion inside her were maddening.

Gently at first, I inserted the tip of my finger into Celeste’s tiny hole. She sighed tremorously again as I connected with the rough tissue of her G-spot. Now I had her pinched delicately between my tongue, teeth, and finger. With each squeeze, her pelvis opened and thrust towards me, as I engaged Dawn with outrageously satisfying slow-motion intercourse.

“Oh! Oh, oh!” called out Dawn as she came yet again, and strongly I pushed once more against her muscular spasms, while delicately running my tongue over Celeste’s clitoris.

“Yes!” cried Celeste, and I felt the burst of juice around my finger, along with the twitch of orgasm.

Glancing sideways, I glimpsed Amara kneeling upright, knees even with mine, the codpiece of a black double dildo jutting comically from out her cunt.

“Hold still for a minute!” said Wren from behind her, red curls falling here and there as she adjusted the straps.

“Hold still, when it feels this good?” replied Amara, grinning at me. “It works,” she said. “Get your butt over here!”

“All right,” shrugged Wren. “Hope it doesn’t fall off.”

She came around and lay down on her back, before the kneeling black beauty, spreading her thighs to reveal the thick red bush between. “Oh, you dark chocolate yummy girl. Stick that nasty black thing in my puss.”

Amara lowered herself slowly, in push-up position, teasing her lover. The rounded tip of the dildo touched the center of Wren’s bush. “Oh, yes,” cried Wren, slithering toward it. “Put it in me!”

Meanwhile, while I watched the two of them, still feeling Dawn as she was ever-so-slowly grinding her hips, our sensitive skin meshed ecstatically together in the circular motion of an infinity sign.

Celeste had turned around, so that now she was kneeling face down, her butt in my face and her twat pointed towards Dawn’s. I kissed her cheek. She emitted a small, quiet fart. “Oops!” she said.

Dawn looked up in anticipation.

“I want to come in your face,” said Celeste quietly.

“Hey, my sweet hot sticky babe,” replied Dawn, “you could pee in my face if you wanted, but you’re always too shy. Come on, lower down!”

Meanwhile, a smug Amara thrust into Wren, who gasped blissfully. Their rhythm started out slowly at first, then gradually accelerated into a comfortable rocking. Each made little high-pitched moaning noises at various places in every stroke. Dark-skinned Amara showered her pale friend’s golden-freckled face with gentle tender loving kisses, on her nose and eyelashes and lips.

Celeste slowly lowered her cunt down to meet Dawn’s lips, and the two of them started making love while I continued fucking Dawn. . . and she me. Multitasking at its finest. Celeste’s butt was cavorting spasmodically, ecstatically in my face. I kissed her other cheek.

“Oh, I love having my naughty little peemaker against your mouth!” whispered Celeste. “I love it when your tongue makes me come!”

Dawn might have said more had her mouth not been so fully occupied.

The smell coming from the butt in front of me had me entranced, until finally I could resist no longer. Slowly, deliberately, I withdrew my stiff-as-steel blade from its sheath, and walked forward on my knees until I was in position to penetrate Celeste for the first time. The first time, from behind. A pleasant kink, I thought to myself.


That moment returned to my memory, as we sat around the pentacle that the agile voluptuous and perverted Dawn had drawn, a witch’s circle, with a point for each of us. We were not assigned any particular point, as that would be too much patriarchal rule of law. But rather, each sat as the whim took them as they seated themselves.

That was after the long walk on the deserted beach beneath gathering grey clouds turning day into night, after large raindrops plashed all around us, drawing polka-dots in the coarse clean light sand all around. After we returned, and Amara made tea, an infusion as dark as her beautiful skin, adding cardamon and clove, cinnamon and coriander. While the rain whispered on the rooftop, splattered on the skylight.

That was before the secret of the two girls of eleven years apiece, who had been filming all of our escapades with startling fidelity through unseen knotholes in the back and side fences. A secret I first shared only with Dawn, who was the first to behold, while herself still fully clad, their initiation of my sacred staff into their innocent clean folds. But that was to come later.

Now we were sitting around the pentacle, sipping delicious tea, while the storm hissed and whipped the leaves and fronds in an orgy of wetness outside. While more subtle wetness developed between legs inside.

There had been a discussion as Dawn drew her circle in chalk, of the five and its quincunx significances, the five elements of Chinese medicine, the five doshas, the five fingers, the fifth dimension, and so on. After she had formed and perfected the star, and set a fat black candle with a wavering greasy flame in the middle, we all took positions wordlessly at each point. Close enough to touch gently the person on either side. I would tell you which order we sat in, but I am afraid I have forgotten, so many times we sat around the circle in such fashion. I would tell you that the pairs sat together, with me at the head, but often they mingled, as there were little adultrous flirtations between all of them.

It was a moment that came to me later on, that instant of contact, the plunge through the seemingly impenetrable barrier into the cool warmth of Celeste’s virgin vagina. And the moment when finally I erupted in shuddering release, while she did the same, locked against each other in undulating stillness as she felt the pulsing of each drop deposited like beads of dew pulled along a strand from within her abdomen.

And before that, the passion of our lovemaking, my incredible stiffness sliding urgently up and back through her elastic ring. The feelings I had, that we both had, I believe, made us both cry out in tremulous emotion. There is a simple sexual stimulation, good enough, but at times it passes beyond a plain physical sensation, turning into an intense inspiration that surpasses all other forms of expression. How can one put into words that longing fulfilled, the concentration of perceived beauty into one individual, the loving of each strand of hair tossing about, the fascination with the particular curves in her face, in her back and shoulders, in her butt.

And before that, the moment I remembered, before the plunge, when I froze momentarily for a few seconds that seemed eternity, gazing at the perfect red star of her anus, at the center of which was the tighter of the two holes now before me. It surprised me how clean it seemed, how enticing. Though I would never have thought to so much as even touch such a filthy opening.

How we glorify the other end of the digestive tube, and worship it by means of sacrificing all kinds of sweet and beautiful things, shoving them bit by bit down the hatch. Until they emerge at the other end, earning only well-deserved scorn. But still, the muscles themselves of the rear opening, with all of their sensitive nerve endings, equally capable of pleasure and pain, so close to that sexual area that the two easily intermingle. And then, for the man, there is the nexus of sensation inside, the well-concealed gland of sexual secretion. Oh, to have a woman stimulating the inside of that disgusting cavity with a finger, or a double-dildo, her vagina on the other end.

And here’s the coincidence — it was just as I recalled that moment of staring at her asshole, that Celeste, tall, thin Celeste, began in hushed tones:

“You know what I’ve always wanted?”

In the pauses between, the rain whispered or pounded on the rooftops and windowpanes.

“No, what.”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

“Promise.”

“OK.” She paused.

“C’mon girl, spit it out. It’s that kind of evening,” said redhaired Wren.

“OK,” replied Celeste. “I want to have one of you fuck me in the ass, while he comes inside of me again.”

It was at that moment that I knew I was in love.

“That’s your fantasy?” I asked, shaking slightly, my heart pounding.

Her eyes downcast, she nodded. Then our eyes met. I was grinning madly.

“You know what?” I said.

She shook her head, starting to smile.

“I always wanted the same thing. To have a girl fucking my butt while I’m fucking her friend in the front.”

“Hey sweetheart,” said Dawn to Celeste. “I would fuck you in the butt any time. You know me.” Celeste nodded, smiling knowingly. Dawn continued: “But right now, I want to take advantage of the rarity of man presence, and see what it’s like to fuck him in the butt.” My heart leapt. I could already imagine her enormous breasts and nipples pressing against my back.

“It’s OK,” said Wren to Celeste. “I’ll fuck your butt.”

“Have we got enough equipment to pull this off?” asked Dawn. Others rummaged through their luggage, and soon various different styles of double-dildo emerged, of which two were selected. One required a strap, which Wren donned with deftness that belied the ease of experience.

Meanwhile Dawn came over to to my point of the star, where I sat watching in amazement. “You have to take this end inside of you, then I hop on this end,” she said. I gulped at the size of it. “Too much?” she asked, seeing my expression.

“I think I can handle it,” I replied.

Soon we were all back over on the cushioned padding, the rain playing a wonderful lovemaking patter as we readied ourselves for this exercise.

Tall thin Celeste stood on her knees while Wren fiddled behind her, adjusting straps and applying lubrication. I caught Celeste’s eye. “I can hardly believe it!” I said.

“I know,” she replied. Impulsively, she leaned over and kissed me forcefully on the mouth. It was long and extravagant. I didn’t want it to end, so much I wanted to be inside of her, filling every orifice with my fluids, to be a part of her, to share our bodies pleasures as one. If you think this feeling can be described, you have never been in love.

When our mouths finally, reluctantly, parted, she smiled, saying shyly: “This is so romantic.”

“Yes, it is,” I agreed, fumbling for words.

At that moment, I felt a hand smearing oily lubrication between the cracks of my buns, and then a hard object pressing against my rectum.

“It takes a minute,” said Dawn.

Meanwhile, Celeste was experiencing the same thing, as Wren pushed her smooth plastic into Celeste’s butt. “Oh, I feel so dirty when I do this,” said Wren.

Our eyes locked together with fascination, mine and Celeste’s.

With Wren behind, dark-skinned Amara knelt to Celeste’s flower, delicately adorned with light hairs, and worked her tongue in the front as Wren worked her way in from behind. Amara alone still wore a garment, panties of white frilly lace that stood out in clear precise relief against her smooth dark skin. Both of the other girls above were lost in ecstatic trance, penetrator and penetrated. At each step of the gradual deepening of penetration, each gave out a quiet moan, almost in unison, almost at the same pitch, while dark Amara crouched over and gently lapped, sticking her finger into Celeste’s light folds.

Just from watching, my erection stood ready for blastoff. It was soon after that the expansion behind me reached its peak. The expansion was painful in a way, but at the same time it was the thing I craved, to have a woman penetrating me, fucking me from behind. Then the wide area of the bulb passed through my tight ring, and the remainder of the toy pushed inside me, immediately contacting the central gland in an intensely fulfilling way.

Amara saw my rocketship protruding, from the corner of her eye, and gave a yelp of delight. Giving Celeste one final lick, she withdrew her finger from where she had been stimulating Celeste’s g-spot, and walked over to me on her knees, plunging her mouth around my hard rod, her lovely black curls waving gently as she bobbed. Putting my palm gently against the back of her head, I loved fucking her dark beautiful face, made even lovelier by her blush and blue eye-shadow. She left smears of dark red lipstick on my shaft.

Soon I felt the bump of connection, and heard the “Aah!” of penetration as Dawn climbed on behind me. Soon she was fucking me calmly, while I thrust my dirty pee-pole between Amara’s lips, feeling her tongue as it explored the hole in my tip, searching for drops of pre-cum.

I was fucking two girls at once!

“Ready?!” exclaimed Celeste, as she and Wren, joined, walked over to us on their knees. Celeste leaned over and kissed me again briefly, while Amara continued circling my glans with her ever-probing tongue. Not that it was distracting, or anything.

“Now I want you to imagine,” said Celeste quietly, “that I’m only twelve years old.”

“Perv,” muttered Wren behind her. But my heart leapt again: it was another of my secret fantasies.

“OK,” I replied. “Love to.”

Looking up at me with big brown eyes, Amara gave one last slurp, and then let me out of her mouth with a smack. “I’ll just watch, I guess. That should be fun,” said Amara.

“You can use my vibe if you like,” offered Dawn from behind me.

“Nah, that’s alright.” She slumped against the wall.

Now at last, the moment had arrived. I knelt facing Celeste, organ thrust in front of me hard as a rail, with no hint of subsiding, both of us anally penetrated, and ready to meet at the center.

She sighed, eyelashes fluttering, repeating what she had said before: “Oh, this is so romantic. . .”

My penis glistened with the mucous of Amara’s slobber. Gently Celeste took my staff, guiding me into the cool warmth of her tight valley of folds, and once more I pushed until I was through the barrier, working my way in, lubricated by the saliva of the dark-skinned girl, watching the beloved expression of fulfillment in her eyes as I made my way inside of her.

Meanwhile, Dawn continued to fuck me from behind, thrusting in and out with deliberate slowness, so she could feel every little moment of it, every millimetre of the extent of her travel, of the toy into her vagina. Electric rainbows charged the sexuality in the connection between my prostate and her vagina, as every little move triggered shivers of pleasure. Now and then, hard nipples brushed my back, sometimes pressing into me with the soft cushiony sponginess of her alert breasts.

“Here, lie down on me,” offered Wren from behind Celeste. It was a tricky move, but we pulled it off, and soon I was lying on top of my imagined 12 year old, while she played the part, making childlike noises, some contrived, others real.

“That’s good,” replied Dawn, approving of the new position. “I can really get some leverage now.”

“Oh, Celeste,” I cried out as we made love, “I love you so much. I’m so glad you like to do it this way.”

“Oh yes,” replied Celeste. Behind both of us, the other two girls were moaning and calling out wordlessly with joy.

And words can only cease at a time like that. The profound spiritual connection I felt with Celeste as we both came together, trading tingling spasms of enlightenment bliss with each other, I forgetting that she was any older than twelve. Now and then she would murmur “Daddy, I love you.”

Truly, the most romantic experience of my entire life.

Once again the two of us froze at the moment of ejaculation, both feeling the gentle pulses of life-drops as they emerged deep inside her young pussy. At each drop, she emitted an little “Ah!” until finally I was empty, drained, and I melted into her.

The other two sensed the completion, and both gradually withdrew, gracefully laying aside the soiled dildoes for later cleaning, until the occasion morphed into a tender and gentle session of massage, kissing and caressing, in every possible combination as Amara came over (breasts dangling) and joined in the fun, still adorned in her frilly white panties, now decorated with a subtle stain of wetness towards the center.


“Practice makes perfect,” they say, and practice we did many times over the days that followed, most often in the configuration described above. But the second time I distinctly remember, for it was the first we tried our other favorite arrangement: Dawn fucking Celeste from behind, and Wren dildoing my behind, while between us Amara kissed my centerpiece and Celeste fucked her from behind with a third double-dildo, so I could kiss Celeste and tell her I loved her while I squirted into Amara’s waiting mouth. Thank heaven for good gear.

Not to mention other diversions.