Eight, like an infinity sign on its side. Representing infinite possibilities, infinite bliss.
It all started when the Svadeli, the mother with curly blonde hair that haloed her head like an angelic wreath, invited me in to watch the two girls do each other. Her daughter and her daughter’s friend. I should have guessed that something was a little “outside” with the three of them, as I watched how Svadeli endorsed and encouraged the bright green hair, to the other mother’s consternation.
Previously, blonde Svadeli and dark-skinned brunette Aldareen, mother of the other girl, had joked that Svadeli could fuck me from behind with her dildo while I fucked Aldareen from the front. Fucking two mothers at once, light in back, dark in front. It was only a joke, I could tell, Svadeli’s idea, and once I got to know them better I realized that Aldareen was way too conservative to have ever mentioned such an outrageous thing. But privately, she was wild enough in her imaginings to go much further. And at the mention of it, she did have a glint in her dark eye.
But the girls arrived soon after Svadeli had said that, so it went no further. We had been sitting in the tropical shade, drinking cold lemonade with hibiscus. The rude blaguerie ended abruptly when the girls returned. They were only eleven, and their flat chests were hardly concealed behind string-thin bikini tops. At their tender age, they were not to be corrupted. Even though shamelessly the young flat disks of areolae peeked out from under the string tops.
Iphreon was pale with blonde curly hair, a miniature version of her mother, with similar features. The family resemblance was manifest. Gina had dark hair, only straight, and it was dyed bright green, pulled back into twin pigtails. Unlike her mother’s, her skin was alabaster white, with youthful smooth milky translucence.
From where we sat, we could smell the ocean, and hear its roar faintly in the distance. The courtyard backed up on the tall wall of an ancient monastery, long abandoned. The wall was dark with age, bricks overrun with wandering ivy. Surrounding the courtyard were the six flats of our vacation residences, three currently unoccupied.
It was difficult to imagine a monastic life in these surroundings. The warmth and brazen colors and scents of the tropical flowers and the sweet calls of the birds almost pulsated with sensuous pleasures. The fluorescent turquoises of the sea, the pleasant grittiness of the coarse sand. How could one even think of striving to attain austerity here? Perhaps that was why the monastery had been abandoned. Doubtless there was some tome in the local library that would document the fall of such an endeavor, but without it all we could do was speculate.
By following the ivy-covered dark brick wall down a ways through the overgrown trees and tropical flowers, one encountered a dirt path down to the ocean, a narrow but well-trod alleyway tunnel through the jungle foliage. The opening on the other side was well concealed, gated, and marked as private. Nobody ever seemed to bother with it. It was at the end of a beach terminated by a high cliff, and which, further down, was well attended, with lifeguards during the day.
It was the perfect vacation spot in a country with no laws requiring attainment of any particular age before having sex. Indeed, a nation where children were encouraged to explore the holistic joy that God had provided their bodies with the means of evoking. The natives were not burdened with the spurious guilt of supposedly more cultivated nations, so there were no taboos surrounding the topic.
If children wanted to have sex, they simply had it, and that was that. Whether they wanted it with other children or with adults, it was their own choosing, and the choosing of their partners. Whether with their own gender or with another, there was no false morality dictating right or wrong. It was up to them to prefer.
One thing wholly forbidden was any form of coercion. But given that the allure of a forbidden interaction had been banished, the tendency to coerce had vanished as well. And if it did come up, there was no hesitation to bring it to light, and thus was any troubling behavior quickly put to a halt.
According to WHO statistics, both crime and mental illness were virtually nonexistent here.
The blonde mother Svadeli, laughed with erotic humor left over from the previous conversation. Her golden curls and trim physique perfectly matched her daughter’s. Though while the mother had breasts that were merely petite, the eleven-year-old daughter’s were nonexistent. I could almost imagine that the mother was a young girl herself.
So early in my vacation stay, I had never seen the wonders lurking beneath the girls’ negligible bikini bottoms, which were only slightly more concealing than the almost nonexistent strings the young girls wore on top. But the bright fire-engine greens and neon pinks of the scant fabric drew my attention like a siren song, try as I might to keep my eyes away.
I knew that no hair had grown beneath that thin nylon, in either crotch as they opened their legs toward me with nonchalance, save perhaps the gentlest of peach fuzz. I could almost perfectly make out the shapes of their tender valleys as the folds of the swim suits were drawn into them. I could make out the faint moisture that must have been from juices leaking out from under, given that the girls had not been swimming. Judging by their dry hair.
It was later that same day, when Aldareen had left to the beach with her surfboard, while I sat there with Svadeli and the two girls, that Svadeli hissed softly to me they had been doing each other, all along. The entire week we had been staying there I imagined I had heard suspicious sounding noises coming from their wall of my flat. Mine was between the two mother-daughter pairs.
“Girls will be girls,” said Svadeli blithely. “Gina’s mother doesn’t completely approve, but she won’t stop them either. They’ve been lovers for years now.”
Gina giggled, flipping her bright chartreuse pigtails. Her alabaster skin glowed beneath the enormous blue sky. A blue butterfly flitted into the yard, alighting on a pale flower nearby.
Svadeli, the blonde mother, continued: “I let them do it in my place because, well, why not? They’re not harming anyone, are they?”
“I suppose not,” I replied, shifting uncomfortably as my hard-on increased.
Svadeli smiled with wicked understanding of my plight.
“I bet you’d like to watch,” she said. “I know I do.”
I gulped. “But...”
“It’s perfectly legal here. You’ve nothing to fear.”
I could not believe that Svadeli wanted me to see her blonde daughter Iphreon make love with Gina, the brunette-but-died bright chartreuse green. Ebony roots with ivory skin, like a delicate shell, luminescent in the light. Both girls wore anklets and bracelets of various kinds. I wondered what they looked like naked.
I thought Aldareen surfing now, dark hair wet and dripping with the salty ocean. With lustrously swarthy complexion, and always with a smile. But very conservative when it came to sex. She would be out surfing while I watched her daughter having sex with her friend. I wondered how they did it, what positions they chose. Did Aldareen even know? Or did she look the other way?
We had been lounging on the deck, Svadeli next to me, with her daughter Iphreon having just returned from playing in the waves with Gina. On their way up they had met Aldareen walking down. Now the girls were splashing about in the jacuzzi in the middle of the patio between the two triplexes.
“Let’s go inside,” called the blonde mother. “Quick, before Aldareen gets back!”
The girls laughed, and made their way up the jacuzzi stairs to where their towels were. Shortly they had dried off, a delightful thing to watch, each drying the other off delicately, each touching the most delicate parts of the other’s tender body, both smiling gleefully.
Then, I was still reluctant. My eyes were closed as I lay there lounging. I felt paralyzed, frozen to the spot in the baking sun, warmth that was melting my soul. While the girls were setting it on fire.
“Come on!” said Svadeli. I opened my eyes. She was gesturing to me with a big wide smile on her face. The girls had already disappeared inside their apartment of the triplex, and the mother disappeared after them. My flat was in the middle, butterfly-like, between the two tenements each occupied by mother and daughter.
Alone and abandoned in the courtyard, I considered for a while, mind blank, before I decided to get up and follow them. My first surprise when I walked in was when Svadeli appeared from a dark corner. The closet behind her had a door with wooden slats like blinds.
Already naked, breasts out, the older blonde was wearing a double dildo. I realized that she had been wearing it all along. I had been wondering how her skirt could bulge ever so slightly more than it should have, but had not been so forward as to wonder or to stare. Now I knew. No wonder she had worn such a big smile. I wondered if it had a vibrator.
Gingerly, I situated myself in a cushy chair beside the king-sized bed, crossed my legs and watched while the two girls got into position. Only, it wasn’t sixty-nine. The blond, Iphreon, was lying supine diagonally facing me, so I could get a good view of her pale thin hairless body. The green-haired daughter positioned herself face down, kneeling with her pussy in Iphreon’s sweet mouth.
I knew it was sweet because the blonde girl had kissed me gently, while the four of us were sitting naked in the jacuzzi the night before. Since the other four had been naked, I would have felt out of place with a bathing suit on. Svadeli seemed fascinated to watch me kiss her daughter. Her face flushed, and I swore I saw her hand steal down between her legs. The jets were on so I couldn’t tell. But the anguished bliss that crossed her face was striking. I turned out that she had climaxed silently right then and there.
Gina, of the green hair, had been sitting on my lap, and she had already been feeling my dick surge against her naked smooth 5th-grader butt. When Iphreon, who sat next to us, was forward enough to kiss me, my cock sprang up into flagpole erectness, I found it caught – by accident? – between the thin naked thighs of green-haired Gina who sat on my lap. Turning back to me, she grinned, and gyrated. I moaned.
I wasn’t sure if she realized at that point that she had made me cum. Since my glans was above the water, the cum must have been sprayed high on her naked breast, across where her two nipples would be. I saw her look down at it, from behind. I couldn’t tell for sure from staring at her cute little naked spine, but I thought I saw her tasting it from her fingers, smacking her lips and smiling.
There was a calm in the tub after that. Nobody verbally acknowledged the two climaxes that had taken place, if anyone had noticed. I had hoped nobody had, and certainly wasn’t going to say anything.
Aldareen was looking away the entire time, as if nothing had happened.
That had been the night previous. I relaxed into a vast dreamless sleep after. Then came dreams in enchanted lands with ideal weather and warm water, and beautiful horny girls. Now I realized they were probably images projected into my subconscious by the sex-making from either side of my chamber, Svadeli with Iphreon and Gina on one side, and Aldareen masturbating on the other with a loud buzzing vibrator. I remembered dreaming of bees lightly feathering my insides with the most wondrous sensation.
I had awakened the next morning feeling guilty about the previous night’s discharge, and wondering about the erotic dreams. Now I not only knew what had been the cause, but I was about to witness.
Now I was awake, and Svadeli had invited me in to watch Iphreon and Gina have sex. No more hiding. It was out in the open now. I saw Iphreon, face up, her blonde curly hair streaming out on all sides like a shower of sunlight, with Gina’s downward-facing crotch lowering into her face. I saw her tongue sliding over the smooth skin of her friend, and apparently she knew where to lick, for her friend was experiencing the most exquisite sensations, as belied by her susurros and vocalizations.
Svadeli, the blonde mother, had an expression of combined guilt and fascination, with a shrug like, “Can you blame me?”
“I walked in on them once,” she explained to me. “What was I to do? So it’s our secret. Nobody knows we do this. Except, well, now you.”
“You sprayed last night in the hot tub,” taunted Gina glibly. “It all got on my face.”
As I sat there watching, my erection growing once more, tenting my bathing suit, the juice flowing from the tip, the two girls were poised. The blond below had her legs spread, her pussy ready to be occupied. By what? I wondered. The answer came to me a moment before I saw it happening, but I could not believe until I actually saw her do it. The blonde mother took the end of the dildo and mounted her daughter with it, pushing it inside with a light titter. Now mother and daughter were at two ends of the V that was the double dildo.
And I thought the mother simply watched the other two.
As time progressed, all three of them seemed to have multiple orgasms. I stood up and paced, my cock as hard as a spear, ready to pierce into any of the three vaginas, three anuses, or three mouths I saw before me, but bound within my bathing suit. It was that hard. Unbelievable.
Svadeli, the mother, withdrew from her daughter, leaving the younger one’s pussy exposed. My heart skipped a beat. Her daughter gasped, her hair radiating like sun rays around Gina’s still pulsating pelvis, as Iphreon continued to run her lips along the edge of her friend’s lower lips. Pink and sensitive they were.
The mother gestured to me. We could hear moans from the far apartment, the room where Aldareen was staying. Apparently she had gotten back from surfing without our noticing, and was already masturbating with her vibrator. It was a familiar sound, audible even two rooms away. She was pretty loud, to begin with, even before she realized that we could all hear hear, and that we enjoyed the sound. For now the dark-skinned mother was contented to lurk while the girls – and now me – pleasured ourselves two rooms away. Well within hearing.
We all exchanged glances, but nobody said a word. After all, if we could hear her, then she could hear us. We grinned, deviously at each other. And I didn’t even know what the game was, yet.
“Come here,” said Svadeli. “Get that ridiculous bathing suit off and slip into my daughter. You’ll not regret it.”
I gasped. “But...” An eleven-year-old girl. A fifth grader.
The mother got up and leaned over my chair, her dildo sloppy and dripping from her daughter’s cunt. “Come on,” she said. “It will be fun. I’ll fuck you from behind. I’ve always wanted to do this but never have. In fact, we’ve all kind of wanted it. Get a man in there, spewing cum. It makes for more of a peak. One man for three girls, we figure that’s the best ratio.”
Svadeli unhooked the elastic of my bathing suit from my extended spear of an organ, and pulled the suit down my legs so I could step out of it. Well, so much for that. She gave my pecker a sweet little moist peck.
We both got up together. Svadeli and I got up onto the bed, crawling on all fours until I was poised to mount the eleven-year old and the thirty-year-old blonde woman had the end of her double dildo, smearing my butt-crack with the younger girl’s vaginal juices. Iphreon, the fifth grade blonde, had been penetrated by her mother’s double dildo but never anything else. Her friend Gina had only been penetrated by the blonde girl’s tiny fingers. And neither could get pregnant, no matter how much I came into their cute little pussies.
“Don’t worry,” said the mother behind me. “I’ll go gentle.” she whispered breathlessly. I felt experienced-seeming fingers exploring and then oiling my butt-hole. Then the tip penetrated, and I immediately felt the importance of going slow. There was a painful contraction but she was gentle and knew what to do. She grinned. “Just relax,” she said.
I did, and she pushed in further, until the soft knobby end of the dildo was pressed against my insides in a very pleasant way. She began moaning behind me as she gyrated. I was sure I would come right there, all over her daughter’s thin straight breast. But I held back long enough that the young girl could guide me, with her cute little fingers gracefully curved as she grabbed the glans of my cock and pushed it toward her sweet hole. As yet unpenetrated by man. Only by plastic. Imagine.
And here she was, losing her virginity with her friend’s pussy in her face and her mother fucking my ass. She moaned in eagerness at feeling the soft flesh of my implement in her warm tiny fingers. Could such a soft staff penetrate her vaginal cavity?
Fortunately, the opening had been enlarged by her mother’s double-dildo, the one that was now smearing vaginal juices in my rectum and around my butt-crack.
I could smell their acrid aroma of desire from there. Or was it the juices now surrounding my long spear as I carefully but firmly pushed myself into her waiting hole. She gasped.
“Does it hurt?” I asked.
“No!” she shouted, placing her hand over her mouth at the abruptness of the ejaculated word. She smiled gently. “It’s won-derful! Keep going. More! more! ride me, ride me!”
And so I rode her while her mother rode my ass, and Gina rode her mouth and fingers
This first time I lost it right when I went inside of the blonde eleven-year-old. She grinned, knowing exactly what had happened. I had succeeded in exacting one thrust, and I was deep inside her when the pulses happened. There were about five of the really strong ones, but after-tremors lasting a whole minute. She grinned proudly the whole time I was spurting into her.
My cock must have been larger than the double dildo, as I saw a small spurt of blood from her when I pulled out. Mixed with mucous, cum, and who knows what else. I was ready to try again, soon after.
The three of us made love in about the same position, for the first four or five times, as well as now and then after that.
The second time was after ten or so minutes. This time I was able to last a bit longer. I fucked the little elven eleven-year-old for a good twenty minutes before she took a break from slurping on her friend’s pussy to instruct me.
“Fuck her,” said Iphreon, pointing at Gina’s butt. “Come up here. I’ll put you inside.”
I couldn’t stop right away. It was too good. But finally I pulled out, with her mother’s dildo still connecting the inside of my rectum with her vagina. I was intending to go inside of green-haired Gina from behind while she pressed her downward pussy into the mouth of the blonde Iphreon, whose pink lips emerged angelically from the center of a huge mop of curly blonde.
But that second time, I lost it when Iphreon grabbed hold of my cock and started massaging it, flicking her nail gently over the top of the glans now and then. God, where had she learned that? It took only a few seconds for me to spurt thick lumps of white fluid across her pale flat chest, gracing the bottom of her chin and her lips, diagonally across (the spurt had gone) into Gina’s crack, from where it dripped down across her anus and her vagina, into Iphreon’s mouth. Iphreon smacked her lips at that, reaching down to catch the syrupy juice with her fingers and bring it to her mouth.
“Tastes great,” she said.
“I know,” replied Gina. “I tried some of it in the hot tub.”
All of these times, the mother, beautiful Svadeli, with her long curly blonde locks, drilled faithfully behind me, having an orgasm each time one of the girls had one. I guess that was her trigger. Which helped explain her motive for bringing me in, as the girls reportedly had more frequent orgasms with me around.
The third time, which happened a short while later, after a cup of coffee or two at their kitchen table, so now with the buzz of caffein hardening my sexual drive, I started out fucking the blonde with the two girls in about the same position, with Gina’s pussy in Iphreon’s face, Gina’s butt in my face.
Only this time, Svadeli inserted herself in front of me and fucked Gina from behind. Well, at first she wasn’t fucking. She had pulled out from her daughter, and was in the process of running the tip of the dildo along Gina’s butt-crack, moaning and gasping just from realizing the full import of the forbidden act, which she had never performed before.
Here she was getting ready to penetrate her daughter’s friend, while the friend’s mother masturbated (yes, again!) two rooms down. What was Aldareen imagining? Surely she could have guessed something of what was going on in the present room. Had she imagined inserting herself somewhere in that chain? In time, perhaps we would find out.
Gina laughed nervously, anticipating what was about to happen. The tip of the dildo glided back and forth along her two holes. Finally the dildo, still fresh with Iphreon’s juice (that day) sank into Gina’s vagina from behind. So I was fucking the eleven-year-old blonde while her mother’s ass gyrated before me while she fucking the little green-haired fifth-grade girlfriend from behind.
The green hair was enough to turn anyone on, male or female. The green never seemed to fade, but grew brighter as time went on.
“Fuck my butt!” the older woman cried out in front of me as she fucked her daughter’s friend from behind.
I was at a loss.
“There’s condoms in the top drawer, and lube,” called out Iphreon, taking a moment to pause from deliciously tenderly kissing her friend’s clitoris, while her mother was for the first time inside of the green-haired girl. It was difficult to see from behind, but I could notice that Gina was having some sort of religious experience. It was more intense than any orgasm she had had before. As it turned out, that was just the beginning.
Soon, with Iphreon’s tiny fingers massaging my condom-covered cock with lube, then massaging her mother’s butt-hole with lube, then reaching out from under her mother and her friend, guiding me to the aperture.
I thrust and gyrated prolongedly, my steel-hard cock prodding the mother’s shit-cave for another twenty minutes, feeling the strength of her mighty sphinctre grasping me firmly while her hips gyrated. A double penetration – Svadeli’s butt with my cock, and her pussy with the dildo she was using to fuck Gina.
At last I had another long and satisfying orgasm. Svadeli seemed to have been waiting for me to come, and she came herself when she sensed me getting to the edge. The sensation of her contractions around my penis was heavenly. I squirted into her poop-hole with enthusiasm and vigor. My tool emerged from its latex sheath coated with white translucent sperm, and I tossed the condom, inverted, in the trash.
Iphreon sat up and licked all of it off, every drop.
This ritual was repeated every afternoon for several days.
Then one day, I entered to find that they had not been waiting for me. Not that I blame them. I had been reading a good book, and was not willing to adjourn for sex until the chapter was done. Aldareen must have known by that point that we were up to something, but she kept mum. She too was reading by the jacuzzi, sitting in one of the cushioned lounge chairs positioned all around. She glanced up at me with a knowing smile as I placed the bookmark, but said nothing, sipping her lemonade.
I arrived to find mother fucking daughter, with Gina at her familiar place, labia to Iphreon’s lips.
I could tell that Svadeli did not want to pull out. She was in such a perfect rhythm. She pointed at Gina’s butt in front of her. “She’s never had a cock in there,” exhaled Svadeli breathlessly. “Give her some sperm to carry around.”
So I did.
“Come over here first!” said Gina, motioning me to kneel in front of her. Soon I was fucking her beautiful face. “Grab my pigtails!” she said. “That’s why I have two – one for each hand!”
So I did. Just like handlebars, but a lot more fun.
That time I didn’t cum in her mouth, but preserved myself until I could crawl around behind her to achieve her loss of virginity. I wondered if she would even notice, given the pleasure she was enjoying from the mouth of her friend.
Iphreon withdrew her fingers from Gina’s pussy, and grasped my shaft, pointing it to the perfect place. “Push!” she said.
I did.
As it turned out, Gina noticed. Her cry of pleasure was so loud that I was sure her mother would come bursting in to discover what was happening. We fucked for a long while like this, with Iphreon gently fingering my balls and licking the base of my shaft, between pleasuring her friend’s clitoris.
Then Svadeli, whose nipples were caressing my buns as she fucked her daughter, took it upon herself to insert her thumb inside my rectum. Colored lights flashed as I closed my eyes and thrust, holding it deep inside the thin green-haired girl, while wild electrical images played against my eyelids as I spurted again and again into Gina’s tiny opening. And Gina came as well, her faint pulses squeezing me in sacred rhythm.
When I pulled out, I saw that the juice had dripped and spattered all over the Iphreon’s cute little face. The young blonde grinned proudly.
Gina was sitting on one of the armchairs fully dressed, leafing through a Penthouse. “I’m going out to sit in the hot tub,” I said.
“OK,” she said, distracted. God knows what was going through her head. The little kid’s mind was so filled with sexual combinations it always amazed me what she could come up with. She always found some way to surprise us with an idea even more arousing than the time previous.
I hesitated as I made my way out to the jacuzzi, towel wrapped around my waist. Lord only knows why. We had all been naked together so many times, but it just seemed proper. I had been vaguely hoping to have some time to myself, to let my mind settle, but there was no such luck to be had. I perceived the dark form of Aldareen, leaning back in relaxation, facing away from me. She was alone.
Her dark curls tossed as she turned her head, hearing the gentle click of my front door closing.
“Oh, it’s you,” she said in a hushed voice, with a sly smile.
I felt awkward for a moment. “Do you mind if I join you?” I asked.
She shrugged. “Of course. It’s a free country.”
“I wouldn’t want to enter lewd,” I said. “I mean...” I dropped the towel that had been wrapped around my waist. She glanced up momentarily, with vague interest, then turned her gaze back to where she had been staring. At the moon and a planet.
I was thinking about how I heard her several times a day with her buzzing vibrator. Now that she seemed to know we knew what she was doing, she no longer held back from making noise. Her moans had turned into yells, clearly punctuating her orgasms.
Sometimes it was her cries of pleasure that sent me over the edge. I remembered that happening once as I came into her own daughter’s tiny pussy, and another time into Iphreon’s mouth, crushing the drops into her waiting tongue before she gulped them down, smacking. It was those impassioned cries from the dark-skinned mother that had added that special gilded edge to the experience.
It was her relatively chaste nature that made me long for her, Aldareen.
“Venus?” I said, stepping into the hot water, immersing myself gradually.
“Probably,” she said, flexing her fingers along the surface of the water. The moon was three quarters full, waxing. It was working up to a full moon of unparalleled intensity, all indications were. “Planet of romance.”
“Romance,” I echoed.
She smiled, looking at me. “A romantic setting here, wouldn’t you say?”
“Ever so,” I remarked. The question had not occurred to me.
“Was that a note of sarcasm I detected?” Her sly smile had returned.
“I’m not sure,” I said. “Is it only romance when it’s between a single man and a single woman? Or can one experience genuine romance when things are… more complicated?”
Her smile continued. As I settled to my resting place on the plaster bench, my eyes fell on her breasts, now out of the water. She rested her elbows on the circumference of the pool wall. The jets were off, and I could clearly make out her belly button and her vagina below, beneath the rippling waves on the surface.
“I wouldn’t know,” she said. “What do you think?”
“Don’t all of the famous romances have complexity? Who’s to say what’s romantic or not?”
We watched the moon and planet in silence for a while. The crickets were as loud as a rock concert all around us. Now and then, a night bird chirped.
“What about morality?” she asked. “Do you think what you’re doing here is moral?”
I shrugged. “It’s hard to believe any of it is real,” I replied. “In fact, it seems to me like a dream that I’ll soon wake up from. Or a story I’m reading, that will dissolve into reality once I look away from the page.”
She splashed me gently with a couple of fingers. Tiny waves pushed up onto my chest. “Look who’s the grand philosopher now.”
“No, really,” I said. “I think it’s all imaginary.”
She thought for a while. We watched the moon. The stars were clear and sharp, distinct against the darkness of the night sky. I could see the milky way as it cascaded carelessly across the universe.
“Maybe you’re right,” she said. “Perhaps I depend for my existence on words someone is reading. If they stop reading, I cease to exist.”
“Except in their memory,” I added.
“If it were a language they didn’t understand, or they didn’t know how to read, perhaps I wouldn’t exist at all,” she said.
“Kinda makes you think, doesn’t it,” I said.
“Like the stars, and how insignificant we must be,” she said.
“Right. Except the stars make me think of aliens and spaceships.”
She smiled at me. “The grand philosopher, you are!”
The night sounds continued around us.
That was all we did, the two of us that night, talk. Only, when I made love with the three others later that evening, my mind was filled with images of Aldareen’s dark naked beautiful body in the clear water across from me. I requested to fuck Svadeli from behind.
She raised her eyebrows. “Why me, all of a sudden? You usually prefer the kids.”
I felt forward about it, in that moment. “I want to imagine you’re Aldareen,” I whispered.
Svadeli smiled knowingly. “Forbidden fruit,” she said.
I nodded.
“You’ll have to fuck my ass. I’m already configured here.” She referred to the double-dildo she had already strapped on, ready to go inside of Gina.
“Perfect,” I said.
And so I fucked Svadeli’s pale butt, while I closed my eyes and imagined Aldareen having incest with her daughter. That night, Iphreon lay on her mother’s back, face up, kissing me while I fucked her mother in the ass.
Finally, after about a week of sharing my love with the mother and two girls, while hearing Aldareen’s cries of lustful ecstasy and wondering what and who she was dreaming about, and in what configuration, Svadeli, glowing brightly like the summer sun with mischievous energy, simply asked her.
OK, not so simply. She did choose the timing rather studiously. Which is to say, she walked in while Aldareen was masturbating with her buzzing egg.
“Um,” stuttered Aldareen. But the stammer lasted only briefly. “You,” she admitted sheepishly to Svadeli. The brunette mother had a crush on the blonde one.
Svadeli wasn’t satisfied. She shook her blonde curly locks. Aldareen lay spread-legged on her back, diagonally across her bed, with pillows piled up and vibrator buzzing.
It turned out that the key Svadeli had acquired from Gina had been unnecessary. The door had been unlocked. Svadeli, breasts bare, stood at the door, knob in one hand, wall in the other, watching Aldareen. The buzzing continued.
“Am I the only one you fantasize about?” demanded Svadeli, smiling.
“What do you mean?” protested Aldareen weakly.
“Didn’t I hear the girls’ names on your lips?” whispered Svadeli with a quiet smile.
Aldareen gave a little moan that told the whole story. She sprang up and placed her hand on Svadeli’s breast, naked as she was and trailing the vibrator cord behind her. “Don’t tell anyone!” she insisted.
“I wasn’t planning on telling,” said Svadeli, looking down. “I was going to ask you to join us.”
“What?” Aldareen was incredulous.
Svadeli shrugged. “You were fantasizing about it, after all.”
“Well, I was, but,” said Aldareen, she suppressed a tremor. “But I didn’t mean for real.” Aldareen looked stunned in a good way. Her impossible dream had come true. “I’ve never done anything like this,” she said, still naked, buzzer still going.
Svadeli tsked, and called down the hall to the girls. Like all of the rooms, Aldareen’s had a king-sized bed in her room.
“How about that guy you’ve been hanging out with,” said Aldareen. “Where’d he go?”
“I think he’s sleeping,” replied Iphreon.
Svadeli shrugged. “His loss. We’ll catch him later.”
I realized why I was able to see what was happening, even though I wasn’t there. I was dreaming, and in the dream I had become Aldareen. My astral body had walked into hers. She was still there, but I felt our wills joined. What she wanted was what I wanted. I longed to have Svadeli’s tongue in my pussy, her finger against my G-spot. Pinching me in blissful rhythm again and again, making me cum over and over like the ocean beneath the full moon.
So Aldareen and I returned to her room, leading the other three behind her. Gina slammed the door. Nobody was around to notice or care.
I was still naked, the buzzing vibrator in my vagina. Feeling self-conscious, I reached down to pick up the controller.
But Svadeli dove in and grabbed it before I could. She gave a little laugh, turning it all the way up.
I could not speak for a minute or so.
The girls were rapidly disrobing, helping each other. Iphreon turned around while Gina pulled her tee-shirt off, from behind, then faced her again and pulled Gina’s sleeveless shirt off from the front.
Mercifully, Svadeli turned it off. “Fun, huh?” she said.
“Why, yes,” I replied. “So, lead on. Now what?”
“We’re here for one thing, and one thing only,” replied Svadeli.
I waited. “What’s that?” I said when no answer came.
“Incest.”
I gulped. “But isn’t that wrong?”
“How?” she said, placing her hand on her hip.
“Illegal?”
“Not here,” replied Svadeli, “Didn’t you read the first page? It’s all legal here.”
“Which reminds me,” said Aldareen. “Do you have any idea where we are?”
Svadeli shook her head. “Nobody does. We don’t have any memories, either.”
“You don’t?” replied Aldareen.
“No. It’s as if we were deposited in the middle of a story featuring parts of our lives, but the rest of our lives never existed, or we never experience them, but it’s not important to the story, so we’ll never know what they are.”
Aldareen mused. “You know, I think you’re right. I was trying to put my finger on it, but you articulated my feelings quite well. Where did I come from? Where am I going? Is there more than this instant?”
Svadeli grinned. “Or, we could just have sex.”
Aldareen thought some more. “Ok, yeah. But isn’t incest immoral?”
Svadeli was ready. “On what grounds?”
Aldareen was uncertain what to reply. “Just is?”
“That’s not a reason,” said Svadeli.
“Something about genetics. Inbreeding.”
Svadeli raised her eyebrow. “Really? What kind of breeding is going to take place between the four of us?”
Aldareen looked around at the mother and daughter, and her own daughter, and shrunk, knowing she had been defeated. “OK, so how do we begin?”
Svadeli grinned. “Oh, don’t worry. I think you’ll help us figure that out.” She simultaneously turned the vibrator up by one third and dove between Aldareens legs, tongue extended. Soon she was licking Aldareen’s clitoris, the latter with her head back moaning, if possible, even louder than before.
Her tongue on my clitoris was like sheer electric bliss. And she sunk her fingers skillfully into my juice-filled dripping pussy, squeezing me just right. Meanwhile, the two girls were getting ready to perform sixty nine beside us. My daughter was on top, head facing the head of the bed like I was, and beautiful blonde Iphreon was beneath with her head towards the foot of the bed and my daughter’s feet. Iphreon had her mouth in my daughter’s pussy, and was slurping and tonguing while noisily singing to herself. My daughter gasped at seeing me so vulnerable and excited. My own daughter, seeing my nipples perked up and the fingers and buzzing egg in my vagina, the tongue of her friend’s mother lapping against my hardening pink pearl.
My daughter would see me have an orgasm! I felt shame dampening my feelings, as irresistible as the older blonde woman’s tongue on me was, to see her kneeling beneath me, her breasts pressed against the side of the bed while she dove again and again with her head into my blissful crotch.
My daughter sensed my shame, and gave me a look as if to say, “It’s all right.”
“I love you, mom,” said my daughter, shifting her position so her lips were over mine, still with Iphreon’s face in her crotch. I glanced at her two bright green pigtails and reflected on how much I had resisted when she had first dyed her beautiful chestnut brown hair in this hideous shade, but that now the brightness and audacity of the colors spoke to me like a seductress.
My daughter leaned over and kissed me on the mouth. First just a peck, but there was some tongue in there. I took in my breath sharply. But Gina didn’t give me time to think before kissing me once more. I had lost track of the sensations below my waist, but it was a sudden surprise when I felt them welling up, from the base of my spine and sending electric joyful frisson up by backbone, to my head, where lights flashed and radiated with the orgasm, connected from my daughter’s tongue to my tongue to Svadeli’s tongue on my clitoris. Feeling them all at once, I felt so dirty, yet so intimate. Like all boundaries were gone: male vs. female, tongue vs. vagina, young vs. old, night and day, moon and sun, red, green, sweet, salty, windy, still, raging storm and quiet calm.
Then I was awake, and I was myself again.
I listened next door. No, I hadn’t been imagining it. First I heard Svadeli’s voice, in Aldareen’s room. Then in turn I heard each of the two girls, obviously having sex. “I love you mom,” Gina was saying “You just came, didn’t you? When I kissed you?”
I lay there awhile, while the grogginess of sleep slowly lifted. Had I been dreaming? Where was I?
I was alone, that was all I knew. I think Isabel had gone to play with Solange and Meena. Or was it before I had met Isabel. It all seemed so confused. The continuity was all lost.
I stumbled out of my flat, over to where I heard the four of them, and gently knocked on the door.
First there was no response, then I heard a girl’s voice quietly say “Someone’s knocking.”
Soon the door sprang open and a naked Iphreon presented herself. “Hello? Oh, it’s you. Come in.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her cute little hairless opening.
“Wanna fuck?” she said.
“Sure,” I replied. “It sounded like quite the party over here.”
“First incest for Gina and Aldareen.”
“Already?” I said, disappointed that I might have missed it.
“Not yet,” said Iphreon. “They’re just about to. Come on in.”
The eleven-year-old blonde led me into the bedroom, where Aldareen was laying with her pelvis on the edge of the bed, Svadeli in her crotch. Gina, with a big smile, was preparing to settle down her moist pussy on top of her mother’s face.
“OK, darling,” her mother said. “Be gentle. I don’t know if I can take your whole weight on my mouth.”
“Oh, mom, don’t worry,” chirped Gina cheerily. “Me and Phreon do this all the time. I know just how hard to sit. You ready?”
“This is so exciting!” said Iphreon, reaching into my pants and grabbing my penis.
“Pardon me,” I said, looking down at her slender arm reaching under the elastic of my shorts.
She followed my gaze, then looked up at me grinning. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“Of course not,” I replied, casually looping my finger down into her moist crevice. “Mmm, moist,” I said. “You been doing Gina.”
“Vice versa,” replied Iphreon. “Well, both. Doing each other.”
I got the picture.
“Phreia, come kiss me while I do it,” called Gina.
I followed Iphreon around to the other side of the bed, where Gina was facing, her mother’s head in her crotch. Aldareen’s head was all that was visible. She looked up at us. “You could eat him at the same time,” she said.
Gina looked down at the face between her legs. “Thanks for the swell idea, mom! OK, first let me kiss Phrea, then you shove your cock in my mouth.”
Gina put her hands on Iphreon’s shoulders as she leaned, and I watched the two girls kiss intimately and lovingly, while Gina settled her open pussy down onto her mother’s mouth. Her mother began licking, slowly at first, but then with increasing rhythm, until she was in sync with Svadeli in her own crotch. Gina began to moan. Her hands strayed now and then down to her girlfriend’s pussy as they continued kissing.
“Tastes so sweet,” said Aldareen, smacking her lips. “My little girl, I could suck your fresh little twat forever. Yum!”
And then she did something with her mouth that elicited a particularly big moan from Gina.
Then it was my turn for Gina’s mouth, and she yanked me to her once I was near enough, ramming me down her throat and gagging almost right away.
“Hun, you alright?” her mother said from below.
Gina replied an incoherent affirmative.
“She likes it,” I said at the same time as Iphreon.
“You sure it’s safe for her to be choking like that?”
“We have a signal. She taps me two times if she wants me to pull out,” I said.
“I see,” said Aldareen.
Gina pushed me out so she could speak. “Oh, mom. You’re being so uptight. I do this all the time.”
“Well dear, I am your mom. I’m just concerned, that’s all.”
“Don’t be. Just keep on doing what you were … Oh my God!”
She drew me back into her throat again, and before long she was having intense orgasms, pressing her pussy against her mom’s lips.
After a few minutes of this, she relaxed, and released me.
She didn’t let go of my cock, though. “From behind,” she said, hoarsely.
“Behind?” I replied.
“Doggy me. Mom! You’ll get to see me cum with a cock inside me!”
“That’s very nice, dear,” her mother called up, then resumed licking.
Svadeli was still going at it. Now and then Aldareen would buck and heave gently, but all the while she kept her tongue on her daughter’s clitoris.
Now I was behind her, and she lifted up to let me in. Her mother took me by the shaft, and aimed me to the end of the hole.
“Just a minute,” said Aldareen underneath. “The tip of his cock needs a little shove to go in. How can I? Oh, there, like that.”
And she reached up with the tip of her tongue to push me into her daughter’s sweet tiny vagina.
I shoved myself inside and was soon enveloped by the warm soft rough squishiness of the small vagina. Iphreon and Gina were kissing once more, and sometimes Iphreon reached around Gina to give me little French kisses before returning her attentions to her friend.
I felt Aldareen’s tongue on the base of my shaft and balls, and then it wandered back up into Gina’s genitalia.
I felt Aldareen’s sexual arousal increase with my own, and when she reached her finger back to press against my anus, I came into her fifth-grade daughter’s little vagina. My jizz overflowed and splattered back out onto the mother’s face as she continued licking.
Our sexual activity expanded now and then to include the five of us. But mostly it was still just the original four. Aldareen initially only watched from the chair. At first she assuaged her modesty with in a bathing suit, but first the top and later the bottom seemed to fall off onto the floor. She played with herself the whole time.
Sometimes the two daughters would switch places, so I would start out fucking my green-haired sweetheart Gina as she laid face up below me. I kissed her mouth lovingly until the blonde Iphreon interceded by placing her vagina in Gina’s face, and her butt in mine. I licked Iphreon’s butt crack, carefully dripping warm saliva down it. She squirmed pleasantly. Meanwhile, Svadeli faithfully fucked my ass with her beloved double dildo, her blond mane radiating out behind us like a the fires of wisdom. My saliva dripped down from Iphreon’s butt-crack onto Gina’s chin.
This went on for awhile, until Gina urged my stiff member out of her upwards, towards Iphreon’s butt. Gina delicately fed my tip into Iphreon’s slippery vagina, and said “push.” I did.
I came deep inside of Iphreon, with her cuming as well, both of us stoked by Gina below. Gina held my balls lovingly as she licked Iphreon’s clitoris in sync with my shoving into the blonde girl’s vagina.
After a brief rest, we would be ready again. Then I would once more fuck Iphreon, face up now, her pink soft mouth surrounded by solar rays of curly blonde hair. She placed her tiny hands on either of my hips as I thrust into her. I would kiss her soft lips with my mouth, until they were replaced by Gina’s butt, as Gina shoved her pussy into Iphreon’s face. Sometimes when Gina was all clean from having just been swimming in the ocean, I would delicately run my tongue down her butt crack to the little anus, licking the salt from it. I would almost always get a shudder in response from her when I did so.
Then sometimes I would pull out of Iphreon and let her grab my hard cock, placing the tip at the mouth of Gina’s tiny vagina. Watching closely as I worked my way into the tight snatch. Then Iphreon would be occasionally nibbling on my balls while I fucked Gina, reaching around to finger my asshole, if her mother were not fucking it.
One time, the two young ones started the proceedings by doing sixty-nine, with the little blonde Iphreon on top. I went inside her from behind, Gina’s tongue coming up from below me to run its rough moistness up and down the base of my shaft and testicles, while her mother went across from me and thrust her double dildo into little Gina.
I was fucking the one on top, Svadeli while was having the one on the bottom.
One time, we were in the same pose: the daughters in sixty-nine, with the blonde on top. Me fucking Iphreon from behind, Svadeli fucking Gina in front of me. But this time, Aldareen had finally been persuaded to join in, a rare event, and she was in my rear with her vibrating double dildo. To me it felt wonderful, and she afterward reported feeling the same.
Svadeli solemnly leaned over, her hands on her daughter’s shoulders and back, pressing Iphreon’s face down into Gina’s clitoris while she fucked the girl’s vagina. Gina’s bright green head was below me, slurping away at Iphreon’s smooth pussy, and sometimes her rough tongue ran across my balls and the base of my cock.
But it wasn’t until Svadeli, who faced me with blonde hair radiating sun-like, leaned over and kissed me, that the intensity really took off.
“Cum inside her,” she whispered in my ear, kissing me again. “Cum inside my beautiful daughter,” she said, repeating these two and similar phrases over and over again. It entered my sluggish brain at that point how incredibly it would turn the blonde mother on, to watch me come inside her daughter from this position. Not blind from behind me, as she usually was, but seeing my very organ as it shoved in and out of her daughter’s delightfully tight moist hole.
“Cum,” she repeated. She was riding on my waves, and I knew that when I climaxed, she would as well. It approached slowly, like a lion, stealthily on a hunt.
Then the clustered orgasm exploded. Starting with Iphreon, the daughter, as I felt her little pulses and the unmistakeable gasp and stillness while the tinier rhythm played out. At that moment, her mother thrust her tongue partway into my mouth, and I came, some of the patter of my rhythm intersecting with the diminishing beats of the vagina around me.
As Iphreon’s juices cascaded down onto Gina’s face, mucking up her hair, Gina herself came, followed or simultaneous with Svadeli cumming across from me.
She thrust for a prolonged period, and then with a sharp inhale relaxed. She had been holding her breath while the fireworks played out.
And now my white sticky sweet cum was dripping and dribbling out onto Gina’s face. Even more so when I pulled out, and Gina stuck me deep into her throat. It turned out she was one of those girls who got a rush from being asphyxiated. What better thing to be asphyxiated with than a hard cum-covered cock?
That only lasted a short time, on that one instance.
There was a time, when Gina and myself found ourselves alone one day. The others had all gone off to attend a historical lecture, one which sounded dreadfully dry and unimportant to me, and as it turned out, also to Gina.
“You’ll make sure she doesn’t get into trouble,” her mother said solemnly.
“No worries,” I replied.
They left.
To occupy ourselves once the others had gone, we practiced casual sixty-nine. We sort of just slipped into it. One minute we had our clothes off, and the next we were on top of each other, each mouth at the other’s organ. We alternated who was on top and bottom. It was easier with her on top, but some ultra-psychic states were to be attained with her on the bottom. That was when I discovered that she enjoyed being choked.
At first I pulled out when her throat reflexes pushed me out, but she protested. “No, no!” she said. “I like gagging like that. It turns me on.”
I hesitated. “Tap two times if it’s too much. Like this, see?” I tapped her butt lightly.
“Like this,” she said, reciprocating by tapping my upward-facing bun.
“You sure?” I said. “This could be dangerous.”
She shrugged. “I’ll tap you twice if it gets to be too much.”
She never tapped me twice, and I came over and over again into her throat like that, once or twice across her face and into her green hair. Her bright green hair had my cum in it when the girls went to town the next day, and I hear that Iphreon licked it out, dissolving the coagulated particles on her tongue with delighted glee, right there in the public town square.
What a sensation, 69 with Gina, her green hair channeled into two pig-tails out on the sheets behind me, me hard and deep in her throat while I gently and lovingly kissed her soft little seed of pleasure, nestled in the near side of her sweet crevice. I learned to regulate my depth into her throat, pressing in deep for a while, then letting myself out so she could breathe. She seemed to love it, and I could feel pulses of her million little orgasms on my lips as I shoved myself deep into her face, fucking her mouth.
She would sometimes thrust a well-lubricated dildo into my butt, working it around as I thrust deep into her eager throat. To feel her pulses and withdraw, patiently waiting my turn.
And when it happened, what a climax! Sometimes I felt each drop squeezed out onto her tongue. Sometimes it went all down her throat. When that happened it was amazing. I was always afraid I would thrust for too long and she would not enjoy it, but she repeatedly told me I could go even longer.
So if, so far, I’ve only mentioned four girls, you might be wondering how that number increased to eight, and how one time I wound amid a circle of them, a riot of naked, aggressive and horny females. The secret was very simple. Across from our triplex, a contingent of four girls from a high school in San Fernando Valley arrived to occupy the triplex facing. It was two girls to each room, with one room to spare. It turned out the couples were lesbian pairs, or three-and-ones, depending on their moods. One pair consisted of two girls, one of whom I heard was thirteen, and the other I never got a good look at or heard about. And the other room was taken with a seventeen-year-old partnered with a ten-year-old. As it happens, the new girls all were gifted with a practical yet sometimes overboard sense of perversion and intensity.
But as we did not know that yet, we kept silent about what went on in the privacy of our rooms. Even as there were intimations of what was to transpire each night in the rather now overcrowded jacuzzi filled with naked bodies, bodies that could not help but touch one another in the limited space.
I should mention at this point that the dwelling was an a hill, with well-kept concealment. surrounding most of the six-plex was an opaque wooden fence, seven feet high, with thorn bushes between the fence and the road. On the side opposite the monastery wall, that is. Our cars were parked between the triplexes and the fence, with a driveway leading down to a wrought-iron gate, which was closed most of the time. No car could get through it when it was closed, but as we once discovered, a curious small girl could. But that was another story.
True, we could hear what was going on in the other dwellings of our building as if the walls had been cardboard. But there were no neighbors anywhere near to comment on any of our activities, should they even care.
Between the two triplexes was a circular ritual pattern in mosaic on the ground, surrounding the jacuzzi. There were cushioned lounge chairs all around the circle.
As I say, we took care to conceal our doings from the new arrivals, but it turned out that the six girls themselves held rituals outside in the circle in deep blackness of the middle of the night, sexual rituals where they alternated or linked together with each other in proscribed patterns. They practiced forms of bondage with leather and chains. It was a religion they were all forming together, devoted to the pleasure of each equally. It was very idealistic. They took notes describing all of the sexual combinations they had tried, a neatly kept database noting the date and time of each linking.
They hoped to move away somewhere and form a commune, to practice their innovative way of living.
The trouble began soon after their arrival. My foursome had departed for ends of the earth, as had the thirteen-year old and her mysterious companion, leaving me with one of the couples, Ashleigh and Isabel, the seventeen and ten-year old. Everyone else was probably shopping for lube and sex-toys, or maybe groceries
I found myself out in the yard with the two left behind. Ashleigh was small, but she had enormous breasts, for seventeen. She had curly long red hair and a cute face, petite and angelic, and it turned out she loved for me to cum all over it, and into said long strawberry blondeness. I quickly fell in love with Isabel, who was just ten, lanky and serious, with olive skin and dark hair. She took her pleasure very seriously.
When I walked out onto the patio late that morning, I discovered the two of them having sex, lying out naked on one of the cushioned lounge chairs, the littler on top of the larger, pussy to mouth and mouth to pussy. They looked up when they heard my quiet footsteps.
I was as startled as they were at catching them in the act. I can’t say I felt like leaving.
We all froze.
Finally, Ashleigh shrugged. “Well, now you know. Would you like to join in?”
I cleared my throat. “Well,” I began.
“It’s perfectly legal here,” continued Ashleigh. “Isabel here loves to play with my boobs. I bet she’d like to massage your cock with them.”
“Well,” I continued. “So you’re Isabel, then?” I asked the smaller girl.
“Pleased to meet you,” she shook my hand firmly with her littler one. “Come on!” she then called out. “Get those shorts off!”
What could I do, but obey? The shorts soon dropped on the pavement, releasing the caged animal to spring forth from therein. I walked over, straddling the lounger as I swaggered awkwardly to follow my strict orders, to position my cock between the older girl’s enormous pale breasts, pink nipples cheerfully upward. I glanced back at the pale lips of the older girl’s vagina, delicate reddish hairs curled around.
Solemnly, the younger Isabel sat up, lowering and then pressing her crotch into Ashleigh’s face, facing me as she squished my hard cock between Ashleigh’s pair of full breasts. A tube of lubricant had been sitting beside her, and Isabel applied it liberally to the cleavage, and to my hardening member. As I sank down, I felt pleasantly engulfed, and the smooth skin of the twin breasts stimulated my penis in a way that I had never felt before. Sort of like being tickled with electrical bliss.
There followed a joyous eternity of swimming in the ocean of slimy skin surrounding the soft fatty tissue, with Isabel gazing solemnly into my eyes with her almost grey green eyes, flecked with gold, every time I looked down to see her tiny hands pressing the older girl’s breasts around me, and gasping now and then as the older girl’s tongue struck a chord within the ten-year-old’s delicate hairless crotch.
After ten minutes or so, I heard a smacking sound from below, as Ashleigh detached her lips from the younger’s pussy. “Fuck me!” came the voice from below.
Isabel obediently released me from between the breasts, and politely yet solemnly pointed, as if I didn’t know where the fucking would take place. I glanced back at the delicate pussy behind me, and saw dribbles of liquid on the cushion between the ‘V’ where her legs met.
I waddled awkwardly once more, down to where I could be in position to insert myself into her vagina, and then did that. Fuck her, so that she would have some form of pleasure while she was sucking off the dark-haired serious Isabel, while the little girl drew further and further out of control until she burst forth into plaintive bliss, later giving me a knowing smile and a kiss as I pulled out of Ashleigh’s vagina and came all over her belly button, into Isabel’s sweet innocent palms. Isabel lifted a jizz-coated finger to her mouth and raised her eyebrows with approval at the taste.
Ashleigh enjoyed having my cock in her, but she never came that way. Ashleigh always finished herself. She’d always go into a corner after Isabel and I had gotten off, and use her vibrating dildo in her own particular way, her legs spread in the air like the wings of a butterfly as she imagined.... well, whatever she was imagining.
I had thought that Isabel’s little mouth against her pussy would be enough to bring her to orgasm, but it turned out the first time she came was when Svadeli sunk her dildo into the strawberry red snatch.
That night, Ashleigh lay on her back, with Isabel face down, pussy into Ashleigh’s face, and I was in the process of working my way into Isabel’s tight snatch from behind, with Ashleigh running her tongue along the bottom of my shaft, into my testicles and back, when I heard the telltale yelps of Ashleigh cumming. Glancing behind me, I caught the devilish smile on Svadeli’s face.
It had been the insertion that made Ashleigh cum, with her notoriously loud cries. Right after, I came impulsively in Isabel’s snatch, causing the latter to relax and sigh with satisfaction.
She was hard to read, Isabel. I think she liked it better when I filled her pussy, than when I sprayed Ashleigh’s face after working myself into a frenzy between the redhead’s breasts. Ten-year-old Isabel would face me, sometimes sitting on Ashleigh’s face, solemnly studying my glans as it emerged and disappeared between the enormous mammaries.
Not that Isabel fully disliked for me to spray Ashleigh’s face. She lost her seat on Ashleigh’s lips, was all. And she would give a look of horrified disgust, but it behind it was joyful fascination, the satisfaction of some perversion she felt deep within her. Isabel definitely enjoyed grabbing me to direct the flow of cum, up Ashleigh’s nose, in her eyes and curly red hair, always eliciting a sound of combined mock distaste and enjoyment from Ashleigh. She loved being dirty.
One time Isabel pressed the opening of my penis into Ashleigh’s nostril, and I came a whole ton right into her nose. Ashleigh snorted it in – “It’s just mucous after all,” she had said, and had a blissful smile for a while after that, reporting that the wonderful smell of my jizz permeated her sinuses, and it was healing her from all kinds of things. She was wonderfully perverse.
Svadeli was the first of my first clan to join the second two. It wasn’t long before we invited the new pair, Ashleigh and Isabel, to join Iphreon, Gina, the reticent Aldareen, Svadeli, and myself. It was six girls to one guy. They all agreed it was the best ratio, unless there could be more girls.
Isabel perked up when she met Iphreon and Gina. They embraced her into their company, and set to work, Isabel lying on top of the blonde Iphreon, and doing 69 with green-haired Gina. Before they started doing sixty-nine, when the naked Isabel was sitting on top of the naked Iphreon on the edge of the bed, Gina kneeled up to it and thrust her face into Isabel’s crotch.
Isabel gasped, having never experienced anything like the electric green-haired fury of the other girl. She came again and again, lovingly embraced by the blonde girl who she sat upon, while her other lover drew out sparks and fireworks such as never seen before in her whole ten years.
It was easy to fall in love with Isabel. She took to spending nights with me, and before sleep and after waking every morning we would make tender sweet love, just the two of us. At those times, we could reliably listen to the two young girls, Gina and Iphreon, making love through one wall, and the conservative Aldareen shyly pleasuring herself on the opposite side.
But during the day she would direct my sexual activities with her astonishingly creative and delightful sense of perversion. She best liked to hear me declare my love for her while I was cumming inside another girl’s vagina or onto her tongue, or into her ass. Isabel made sure that all three of these took place regularly. A balanced diet. In particular, she loved to squeeze my hard cock lovingly between another girl’s large breasts, releasing me to spray the girl’s face just in the nick of time. She delighted when her aim resulted in the spew of jizz landing in the most unlikely places.
Svadeli, of course, was fascinated by the sensation of cumming behind me while I fucked the younger girls. The younger the better. So when she had the chance to ride my ass while I had sex with the youngest, Isabel, her eyes lit up in a way they never had before. Isabel had invited the eleven year old girls in to watch. Gina and Iphreon lay naked to the left and right of me, while my Svadeli’s dildo rode my prostate, and my hard cock slide in and out of Isabel’s moist, tight little pussy.
Isabel had no thought to her own climax at that moment. Her serious concentration was directed at seeing how many others she could cause to cum together. She had one hand each in the smooth hairless valleys of the girls on either side. On my left, Gina was lost in the ecstasy of sexual pleasure. She had borrowed her mother’s vibrator, and I had watched her take it, still covered with her mother’s pussy juice, and slide it into herself buzzing. She let Isabel take hold of it, and now one of Gina’s hands was resting gently atop Isabel’s, and the other was circled around Isabel’s thin inner thigh.
On my right, blonde Iphreon held one hand onto Isabel’s as it pleasured her, and the other spread out on the bed beside her. She watched me, now smiling, now gasping with surprise, as I fucked Isabel, with her mother lost to the world, thrusting behind me.
I leaned right and kissed Iphreon’s eager lips. She was a good kisser. Her small innocent tongue explored my lips as our mouths met. I felt the tingle of connection between her mother’s vagina, connected to dildo inside my poop-hole, and my mouth on the daughter, while I fucked Isabel.
Isabel smiled, also seeing the connection. “Good,” she said. “Kiss the daughter while the mother fucks you from behind. Now cum inside me.”
Iphreon moaned as the import of the words reached her, or as one of the hands on her pussy touched a particularly delicious spot, or perhaps both.
“Kiss the girl while her mother fucks you,” repeated Isabel, whispering in my ear.
I laughed, kissing her momentarily instead, then switching back to Iphreon. Before long I had followed Isabel’s instructions.
Meanwhile, Svadeli’s thrusting counterpointed the deliberate brushing of her pert nipples against my back in the same rhythm. I heard her moan as the nipples made contact.
The girls all felt the pause in my rhythm as I pushed, stood still, then climaxed with deep drops into Isabel. Behind me, Svadeli had been having little orgasms all along, but when mine came she had an enormous one that echoed, emitting a series of “aah!” sounds until she collapsed with her firm nipples and soft breasts pressed into my back.
One thing Isabel organized right away was to watch me fuck Gina while her mother rode me from behind. It seemed only symmetrical, to have the experience with both pairs of mother and daughter. But impossible, given Aldareen’s attitude. It took some persuading, as the dark-skinned Aldareen was not eager to explore her desire for incest in the company of others. Not that she was unaware of the activities flowering around her, but she never discussed them, directly anyway. And she would often refuse when offered the opportunity to participate, preferring instead to isolate herself in her room with her vibrator and her imaginings.
Isabel often whispered to me as we were making love of how she would love to convince Aldareen to let me fuck her asshole, while she did sixty nine with her daughter. It didn’t seem likely. She was so uptight. Aldareen would fuck me in the ass, no more than that. And play with herself. But never had she fucked me in the ass while I was taking her daughter. It was too far for her to go. And whenever her daughter came close to touching her sexually, the mother backed off.
Perhaps that was why she had been shying away from our circles recently. Fear that she might consummate her lust for her daughter. But it was difficult for Aldareen to resist, when Isabel, Gina, and I descended upon her in her room. Soon the three of us had taken our clothes off and with Isabel handling my cock, Gina thrust it into her mouth, right there in front of her mother, who giggled nervously.
Surprisingly, Aldareen dropped her top, exposing her dark, beautiful, fully formed breasts. She gave a savage grin. “Here,” she said, looking at me. “Between these.” Isabel was up like a shot, having fetched the lotion and positioning herself behind Aldareen. Aldareen was sitting on the edge of the bed, with little Isabel behind her, legs open. Isabel reached around, smearing lotion between the two beautiful soft round mounds. Aldareen giggled nervously once more. She was still wearing the bottom half of the dress.
I strode to position myself over her, and she watched me smiling as she leaned back on the ten-year-old behind her. Aldareen went to place her hands on either side of her breasts, to hold them together for me, but she found Isabel’s tiny fingers there already.
“No,” said Isabel. “I’ll squeeze your breasts together. You play with yourself instead.”
Gina curled up to my left with a smile, watching naked from the side.
Now Aldareen was shy about masturbating in front of us, but when her daughter Gina placed her hand in position at Aldareen’s crotch, the mother pushed her daughter’s hand away, and placed her own there instead. Still no incest for the dark curly-haired mother.
Gina respected her decision for now, knowing it might give way sometime later. But her mother was accepting – or maybe lost in her own pleasure, when Gina leaned over to lap at my glans with her pink tongue, as it emerged from the top of her mother’s breasts. She even succeeded in kissing her mother sensuously, for longer than a simple friendship kiss, and I could swear I saw her mother orgasm at that moment. But then her mother turned away, and Gina did not attempt to kiss her again.
Aldareen stood up, forcing me to climb off of her. “That was fun,” she said unconvincingly. “I think that was enough.”
But it wasn’t enough for Isabel, who grabbed my cock and pulled it toward Gina’s open crotch, her tantalizing curved crevice dripping. Gina’s smile widened as she saw what was about to happen. She elevated her pelvis, touching my tip with her labia. Soon we were fucking, Gina and I, with her thighs sideways across Isabel’s naked lap. But Isabel soon extricated herself. She had other plans.
Aldareen watched calmly from the chair, her breasts still exposed.
Isabel disappeared for a while, but soon I felt the familiar push of the well-lubricated dildo into my asshole. I glanced around to see her studiously inserting it, skillfully gauging how quickly she could push it in without causing pain. Soon it was deep inside. But it was backwards. She had arranged the strap so it would buckle around my waist, so that it could stay inside of me while girls switched off riding it. Ingenious. Why had we never done that before?
Soon Isabel was riding behind me, her brow knit with the angst of joyful release. When she had cum once or twice, she pulled away, leaving the white plastic gleaming with the syrupy juice from her pussy. She smiled, beckoning at Aldareen, who shook her head.
“Come on. It will be fun,” said Isabel.
I was too busy loving Gina to partake in the conversation. She looked up sweetly at me, her bright green hair loose around her face.
“My daughter,” began Aldareen.
“It won’t be incest,” said Isabel. “Gina is fucking him, not you.”
“But...” said Aldareen, but any logic she might have been coming up with drowned in her impulsive desire to ride the dildo as it thrust back and forth.
She grimaced in concession, not taking off her dark red dress, but dropping her panties, then walking over and kneeling her way across the bed to place her vagina in position to drop onto the white shaft.
I felt her sighing as she settled down, lubricated by Isabel’s juices as she began fucking me from behind. There I was finally, between the second mother and daughter pair. Fucking both of them. In spite of Isabel’s logic, I felt Aldareen thrusting in time with Gina, fucking her daughter through me.
“Oh Gina,” she let slip quietly through her lips. “Oh no. I mean...” I felt the hardened nipples brushing my back.
The naked Isabel positioned herself at my right, leaning over to kiss Aldareen, fondling her breasts. Aldareen now gave in willingly, her breath coming in pants and heaves as her sexual excitement increased. Here she was, almost – almost fucking her daughter. And kissing this little perverted ten-year-old girl who had started the whole thing. It was too much for her.
Isabel later told me how delighted she was when her kiss caused Aldareen to have a shuddering, powerful orgasm, one that took a minute or so to subside. And it wasn’t long after that they both felt me thrust into her daughter meaningfully, a long still thrust that pulsated as I pumped thick juicy drops of white fluid into her daughter’s tiny interior. Gina gasped, cumming as well. Which gave Aldareen another orgasm. There I was between mother and daughter, sharing an orgasm together.
Afterward, Aldareen slunk away to hide in the bathroom, leaving the three of us to pleasure each other lightly in the afterglow for a while, leaving splotches of various fluid on Aldareen’s sheets for her to lie one and fantasize about, as we adjourned to my room to play some more.
It wasn’t long before Isabel introduced me to Solange. She waited until Meena, Solange’s partner, had vanished, so we could seduce her alone. She had that kind of innocence, that demanded to be taken delicately. Never before had she felt cock inside of her, and not even any kind of toy.
“Meena around?” queried Isabel.
“No, why?” asked Solange. She was peeling an orange. Her dark curly hair fell tantalizingly across her chocolate shoulders, bare beneath a thin hot pink spaghetti strap. Her ever-so-short hot pants were of a similar shade of magenta. Her legs were long and luscious ebony.
Isabel shrugged. “You know.”
Solange smiled, glancing back at me. “Sex?” She wiggled her cute little bottom.
“You got it,” said Isabel.
Solange thrust a section of orange into Isabel’s mouth, and one in mine.
We followed Solange into her bedroom where she turned to face us and leapt backwards onto the bed, bouncing while she pulled her shorts off. “Whee!” she said.
Isabel was settling behind her. “No,” said Isabel. “OK, why not. But boobs.”
Solange smiled again. “Everyone’s so fascinated with my boobs.”
Isabel was wistful. “They’re so enormous, compared with your body.”
“No don’t get that way,” I chided Isabel. “I love your chest just the way it is.”
Isabel got an evil look. She was lying behind Solange now, with Solange leaning back comfortably into her crotch. “Ah,” said Solange.
I grabbed an enormous bottle of lube from where Solange had left it sitting on the bedside table. “Here,” I said.
“No.” She took it from me, doled out a healthy portion, and slathered her not insignificant cleavage with it.
“For thirteen,” I said, “That’s quite a cleavage.”
“Why thank you,” replied Solange, genuinely flattered.
Isabel was snaking her hands through Solange’s forearms, reaching around to squeeze them together into the perfect cavity.
“I’ve never done this before,” said Solange. “I’ve never touched a cock even. Can I touch it before you stick it in there?”
“Why sure,” I replied. She reached out with a lube-covered paw, and pinched the glans gently. She leaned forward and took me in her mouth for a brief instant. Just half of the tip.
“Whoa!” I said. “That was quite something. You’ve never done that before?”
She shook her head, then did it again. Soon she was giving me a blow job, with me settling in so I could slide between her breasts. She bit down ever so gently with her teeth as I pulled back to take advantage of the cavity Isabel had created between her enormous mammaries.
Isabel squished them a couple of times in anticipation.
I slid my tip, fresh from the memory of Solange’s incisors, up and under, encountering just the right resistance from the pressure of Isabel’s sweet little palms, thrusting out right below Solange’s chin.
When I came, Isabel, who was well familiar with my timing by now, waited until the exact right moment, then released me, grabbing with her hands as she directed my spray of lumpy white spew all over Solange’s darling little face.
She smiled and lapped up what she could. Isabel licked up the rest, still holding on to me.
Meena had been dead for a hundred years. Plus eight years that she had been alive, she was a hundred and eight. Two squared times three cubed. The number of positions of Shiva, or the number of beads in a mala.
Meena, being a ghost, had various powers. Of being solid or permeable. Of being visible or invisible.
The first time I saw her, I wasn’t sure whether or not I was imagining.
“Am I imagining,” I began, “Or is there a girl sitting next to you?”
I spoke to Solange, who sat in the jacuzzi with myself and Isabel.
“Meena,” said Solange, following my glance next to her.
I heard a kinky giggle that had not come from any one of us living humans.
Then Solange’s beautiful round face was nose to nose with mine. “Got you!” she exclaimed. She was completely naked, still in the aspect of the girl she was when alive.
I reached out to touch her, but my had passed through. As she rose up out of the hot tub, her vagina pressed against my face, no, went through my face. I thought I saw her uterus and internal organs as she walked through me, but I couldn’t be sure.
I trembled. “Her vagina just went through my head!”
Solange smiled. “Yeah, she does stuff like that.”
Once we finally wound up fucking, she very cooperatively remained visible and tangible for long enough to get started having sex, but then turned invisible, while still being solid. She had been doing sixty nine with Isabel at the time, and I slipped in behind her. Now I saw my cock sliding up and down across Isabel’s upside-down face, while Isabel licked Meena’s now invisible clitoris.
Still inside of Meena, I was able to watch myself cum. The droplets spurted out onto her invisible cervix, filling it and causing spew to shoot back down her vagina onto Isabel’s face. I saw the whole thing from above. Then I could feel Meena cumming around me, and hear her moans. Over thirty seconds or so, they died away, and all was still, with the reservoir of jizz floating right over Isabel’s open mouth as she panted.
Then Meena vanished from tactility, and my cock was flailing in mid-air, and the enormous droplet of jizz splattered into Isabel’s gaping opening.
Isabel sputtered for a minute, then smiled as she gulped it down.
All nine of us got together on occasion. You’ll never imagine what that was like.