My cock felt enormous and properly comfortable inside the child’s slippery cavity. I looked down at her, thin and blonde in the dim sunlight that stealthily made its way around the curtains. Her eyes of green and gold glimmered eagerly back up at me as we fucked, a smile on her face as her body rocked with the motion of my hips. So light she was, so gentle. Her hands caressed and explored my biceps and chest. Once more I shoved myself up into the inverted ‘V’ where her two lovely slender legs met her body. She sighed blissfully.
It was a bad time, but I had to know. “How old are you, anyway?” I asked.
“Nine,” came the murmured reply, then corrected: “Nine and a half.” Her straight sandy-blonde shoulder-length hair was unkempt but still pretty, as it subtly bent and twisted in response to my pleasure in her. It came down to her breasts, or what would become her breasts where now her chest was simple and plain, silky soft. Her bare feet flat on the sheets either side of me, small and dainty. “It’s like an animal inside of me,” she said.
I laughed. “A very friendly animal.”
“Only he could make a mess.”
“Only a small one,” I replied, laughing again.
“I want him to make a mess,” she said, shyly looking up at me.
“Oh yes!” I replied. What else could I say, but: “I love you!”
It was quite the romantic pose, with her girlfriend Juanita’s orgasms behind me. Juanita, at thirteen had quite advanced breasts for her age, still compact and springy. Juanita was as dark as Alida was pale, thin Alida within whom my penis was currently immersed. Juanita, on the other end of things, and sunk one end of a double dildo deep into my asshole, where it now rested comfortably on my prostate, pushing and prodding in the most indescribable manner. The other end, Juanita had thoughtfully shoved, bit by bit (with moans and exclamations each millimeter) into her own vagina, or more like had slithered herself over it, around it, loving it, cuddling it, every movement she made hardening my organ inside of her friend.
So with every thrust I fucked Alida, and every back-thrust I fucked Juanita. Juanita, of the mysterious dark curls, who seemed to have an orgasm every minute or so. We had already lost count, all of us. I was fucking two girls. Forward thrust, Alida sighed. Backward thrust Juanita moaned, and sometimes exclaimed in time with the contractions of her many orgasms.
“Pee inside of me,” whimpered Alida, longingly.
I laughed again knowingly. That was how it all started.
Back further, innocently I was walking down the suburban neighborhood road when the two girls roller-skated by. These same two, dark and light, both innocent, but one light, slender and delicate, the other dark and shapely. The perfect shape. Both were wearing shorts and knee-pads. Alida, the small one, wore a brightly-patterned tee-shirt, flat against her chest, whereas Juanita wore a tank-top, with no bra. Her breasts nearly fell out of it, small though they were. The perfect size, the perfect fit. I could imagine my hand place around each one, cupping them exactly.
They skated by, almost out of my life, nearly to be never heard of again, nor to be thought of nor even vaguely remembered. But for the yelp behind me. I turned to see that the smaller of the two had fallen, and had burst into tears. I couldn’t just walk away. What if she had broken something?
I stood over her gingerly. “Are you all right?” I asked.
Her face was the picture of anguish. She nodded sheepishly, then extended her arms up to me. I reached down my hands to pick her up, and then I found I couldn’t let go lest her wheels carry her once more to oblivion. Gingerly examining her bare thighs, and what other parts of her skin that were exposed, I could see no damage.
“Carry me,” she insisted.
Sighing, I bent over and lifted her up into my arms like a baby. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and sobbed, but moistly but more softly now, into my chest.
“Do you live nearby?” I asked, helplessly.
“Yeah,” said the darker one, in a somewhat jaded tone. “Her mom never gets back until late. Over there.”
“Hush now,” I whispered quietly. “I’ll just take you home and make sure you’re all right.”
Slowly I walked, carrying the precious morsel, while her friend skated behind me at first, then led the way up the walk, stopping on the step to remove her skates, then hopping up to open the pale oak front door right as I carried her friend inside.
The place was nicely done, a slightly upscale suburban house. Nearly immaculate. Mom must have a housekeeper, I thought.
“OK, can I set you down here?” I wandered over to the couch.
“No, I have to pee,” she said. “I might have bumped my butt.”
“Okey dokey, then,” I replied, wondering which way it was.
“Over here,” said her friend, slamming the front door and twisting the lock. I followed the dark one as her beautiful bare feet padded across the tile floor to the enormous bathroom. Gently, I set down the younger one on the plush carpet.
Immediately, she tore off her pants, including her panties, so that she could examine her butt for lacerations. She felt herself over and over, until finally she was satisfied that she had not broken the skin.
“Actually, now I have to go pee,” I commented absently.
“Really?” asked the pale thin one, a wicked grin taking over her face.
I raised an eyebrow. “If that’s OK, I mean. This is a bathroom, after all.”
“Yeah, it’s OK, only. . .”
I waited for what she had to say.
Her friend prompted. “You want him to?”
She nodded vigorously.
“Should I tell him, then?”
“Tell me what?” I wondered, as the urgency increased.
“She likes to lie in the bathtub while I go pee on her,” said the dark one. “She has this fetish.”
“Will you pee on me?” she looked up at me with enormous golden-green eyes, sprawled already half-naked on the floor. I tried not to stare at her bare crotch before me, completely hairless. I tried not to pay attention to her reddish folds, not to think about the moist flesh beneath, the opening.
“Please?” she persisted.
“Isn’t that against the law or something?”
“It’s not like we’re having sex. You’re just going to the bathroom. It’s natural.”
“Typically it’s polite to leave the bathroom when someone else is going.”
Neither of them moved. “We go together all the time, don’t we sweetie?” said Juanita.
“All the time,” repeated Alida.
I groped for more reasons why not. They both seemed to expect that I would just do it. “Plus it’s messy and unsanitary.”
“We’ll take a shower after,” said the pale on, pleading. “Please?”
“It would really make her happy,” said the dark one, leaning against the grey faux-marble countertop. “Trust me on that one.”
I put up the toilet seat. Quickly, she slipped out of her shirt and opened the shower curtains, climbing into the tub and reclining against the side, facing me expectantly, legs open so that now her red flower was unavoidable. She even pointed to it. “Aim for this,” she grinned.
I couldn’t wait any longer, and it looked like they weren’t going to budge. Hesitating, I finally unzipped my trousers and took out my whizzer. I became instantly aware that two sets of eyes were fixed upon it, in fascination.
I pointed it towards the porcelain bowl, but found that I could not resist the irresistable force that drew me toward the shower. Finally I shrugged. “Fine, I’ll do it.”
Grinning, she gave three claps of applause, then she twitched open one leg then the other in anticipation, her red lips in the center.
I looked over at the dark one, who shrugged, laughing slightly.
I strode over to the tub, where she lay below me, grinning eagerly, bouncing up and down in little bounces now.
At first I was afraid I would be too self-conscious, but not for long. I felt it coming quickly enough, and soon a stream sprang forth, hitting her leg and splashing. I aimed for the point of her sex, as she had indicated. When I hit the target, she gave a little “aah!”
It was a strange sensation, having contact without touching. I could only imagine how the warm stream of fluid felt from the other side. Her expression told of great satisfaction.
“Now, all over,” she said. “Get it all over me. Except not in my face.”
So I did, pointing the stream slightly away, watching it splatter on her belly, across her flat chest, down one thigh to her knee, then the other knee, then the center target again. She did a little pelvis dance when I hit between her legs.
Glancing over, I saw the dark one with her hand down her pants, jaw dropped, eyes glazed. She didn’t seem to notice that I was looking at her. She moaned quietly. She was the picture of absorption.
I finished with a few little squirts, and Alida giggled wildly and crazily in the tub. I could see my fluids all over her, and smell the faint pungent odor.
“Now take a shower with me!” she jumped up, naked as she was, and leaned on me so hard I nearly fell. I pushed her back into balance. Juanita had collapsed to the floor, back against the door, seemingly unaware of anything but her hand down her pants. The fabric bulged in the rhythm of her moaning.
“Careful!” I said. “What? You’re kidding.”
“It’s not like we’re having sex or anything,” she replied. “Come ON! It will be fun.”
“But, it’s wrong,” I protested.
“Oh come on. Now take your clothes off so they don’t get wet.” She unbuttoned my unzipped pants, and pulled them down with a strength I would not have imagined she had.
I stood indecisively.
“There is plenty of room for two. We shouldn’t waste water,” she said.
“But. . .” I protested
“Now your shirt,” she insisted. “Do I have to do everything for you?”
For me, there was no winning this argument. Besides, I was feeling hot and sweaty. “Fine,” I said, stepping out of my pants, which were now around my ankles, and threw them out of the tub. “I’ll do it. But then I have to go.”
“So do I!” she quipped, laughing outrageously. A few lemon drops sprinkled from between her legs, hitting the bathtub floor with a splatter.
“You know,” I said, “It’s really not that funny.” Reluctantly, I took off my shirt, and untied my shoes. Soon I, too, was naked. I felt the flaccidity of my penis challenged by the heightening noises coming from the dark one.
Alida spun the knobs and water began gushing from the shower faucet.
I began to suspect that the tale about her having fallen had been merely a ruse. She did not seem very injured.
Sighing acquiescently, I sat on the floor to remove my shoes. Alida pulled the plunger, and the shower began to stream water, washing away the filth from our earlier exercise. I stepped into the shower, and the small, thin blonde girl pulled the curtains. There we were together. I stood facing her white skin, her pure naked innocence and mesmerising green eyes that drilled deep into the Jungian caverns of my inner being.
The shower curtains were clear plastic, so we could still clearly see Juanita, engaged in her solitary passion, oblivious of us. Her expression was one of studied concentration, mouth agape. Alida smirked, and turned to adjust the temperature.
Alida lathered herself up, and then handed the soap to me. We switched places so that I was blocking the stream of warm water now, with my back to it, so that the foam from the soap suds ran down her skin slowly. I slowly lathered up the front of my body, until she grabbed the soap and worked up foam in her hands. Then she grabbed my penis and began spreading the foam up and down it, then all around to my testicles. As I felt her tiny fingers stroking all around, my cock began to stiffen.
I called out involuntarily.
She grinned, still hanging on and stroking.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I demanded.
“Just being sure you get all clean,” she replied, defiantly. “So I can pee on you.”
“What? That makes no sense.”
She wagged a finger. “Do unto others,” she accused.
“But you asked me to,” I protested. “I didn’t ask you. It’s not fair.”
Using the stiff lever she now had in her hand, she pulled down gently, forcing me to lean over to her. “Come on,” she whispered in my ear. “It will be fun. Besides, it will make Juanita come.”
I glanced over at the dark-skinned teenaged girl with beautiful dark curls bobbing in time as she pleasured herself, lost in a trance. It hardly seemed anything we did could affect her. But it was worth a try.
“Lie down,” commanded Alida, pointing to the back of the tub. We switched places again, and I lay down beneath her. The warm drops from the shower fell like rain, until she shut off the water with a jerk. Then she turned back to me.
For a moment, she stood silently above me, a haloed angel in the stillness of the afternoon. Birds called outside. I could hear her gentle breathing, along with almost imperceptible sucking sounds from the fingers within the other’s panties.
Her vagina puckered slightly, and a stream of gold began to emerge. Its spattering arc fell directly on my stiff soapy cock, which stood up slightly in response. I found myself holding perfectly still during this ritual, savoring the tingle of touching without touching. The warm fluid trickled around my balls to the crack of my butt, and the curls of my pubic hair filled with yellow crystalline dewdrops.
She finished, and then stood there for a moment in perfect quiet.
It was at that point, I believe, that Juanita experienced her first orgasm of the day. At least, that is what I would gather from the way her voice, which had been gradually increasing in pitch through this whole time, gave in to a series of sustained passionate vowels, somewhere between “ah” and “uh,” and after a half a minute or so of this, she relaxed distinctly.
And now I smelled like little-girl pee. I felt her sweet foulness all over my bare skin. There was something surprisingly intimate about it, the sharing of forbidden substances.
Getting up, I said, “All right. Time to get clean again. Was that fun?”
She nodded vigorously, still standing there.
She did not move, so I reached around her, to turn the faucets back on. My eyes were level with her belly button. Finally, the warm water began to flow again, and soon the two of us were beneath a gentle stream of steaming, pure clear water. She did not budge as I turned the knobs, my arms reaching on either side of her to adjust the temperature.
As I leaned back to standing, she jumped up startling precision and forced her tiny lips against mine, for a moment. I stood up, parting from her.
Then she reached around the back of my neck and pulled me down again, this time pressing her moist lips deliberately to mine, and forcing her tongue into my mouth. I resisted at first, until something within my psyche caved in, and I let her kiss me as they do in Spain (or so I am told), hunched over this tiny soul, with my elongated member pressed against her belly.
Then she stood aside so the stream of the nozzle could reach me, and the warm, clear drops of pure water baptized us, and cleansed us of our sins.
I hadn’t noticed that Juanita had joined us, until I felt warm skin against my back, tiny nipples pressed up below my shoulder blades. She reached around to fumble for my organ, and indeed she found it, making me shudder as she ran her thumb over gap between the glans and the shaft. She sighed into my ear.
In her other hand, she held what looked like a kind of double dildo, of purple shimmer silicone.
“What’s that?” I asked, turning to see the gracefully bumps of her twin mammaries, pressing perkily into my back.
“Nexus Double Dildo,” she murmured. “It’s hands-free.” She let go of my organ, and reached over to a bottle of lubricant she had perched on the soap dish, inverting it to coat one side of the dildo. It looked like two penises back to back, one large, and the other a little smaller. She smeared the goop all over the small one.
“What are you planning to do with that thing?” I wondered aloud.
“This end goes in here,” she said, reaching down and thrusting the tip a finger up my asshole. I gave a start. My penis stiffened. Alida pulled me back to her, kissing me again on the lips. Water dripped sensuously across her brow.
Meanwhile, as the thin blonde distracted me, her full-bodied dark-skinned partner patiently kneaded salve into my rear sphincter, with seemingly practiced fingers. Then came something cold and thick, pushing itself into me, penetrating. It warmed up as it worked its way in.
I looked back to see her grasping the large penis of the dildo like a handle, carefully working the small end in and out of my butt, fucking me gently with it. She smiled up at me. “Feel good?” she asked.
I gasped, impulsively looking skywards, mouth agape, as she pushed particularly hard. “It’s intense,” I replied.
“Just relax,” she said, shrugging. “You can’t fuck me, or I’ll get pregnant. So I’ll have to satisfy myself with this.”
Didn’t she already satisfy herself? I thought. Little did I suspect. She was just getting started. Besides, it turned out to be another ruse, seeing as I wound up fucking her anyway, eventually, at her own insistence.
Meanwhile, Alida had circled my once-again soapy cock with her thumb and forefinger, and was running them like a ring up and down. Each time, she got to the tip, I shivered. As I turned back towards her to inspect, she kissed me again. In a romantic mood, I guess.
The conical shape that was penetrating my butt had been expanding, but now it reached a notch, where it pulled itself a little further in, and settled with a kind of ‘pop.’ Now it was firmly inside of me, and I could feel the fullness touching something profound within me. That would be my prostate, I guessed. I had never felt it with such clarity, as I did now from the ministrations of this thirteen-year-old girl.
Grinning once more behind me, her lovely brown tits perking upwards, Juanita put one foot up on the edge of the tub, and opened up her pussy lips to insert the large penis. Soon it had sunk in, up to the hilt, and she was fucking me from behind, head tilted back in moaning ecstasy.
Meanwhile, Alida had moved out of the way, so the stream of the shower now washed the remaining soap from my cock, and she shut off the water. Then she knelt down before me. Her eyes of green and gold glimmered eagerly back up at me, as she placed a gentle pecking kiss on the front of my glans. I put my hands on her shoulders, to balance.
I felt the contractions working their way from inside of me, and before I knew it, I saw my stiff shaft bobbing up and down involuntarily with the pulsations as thick, globs of white juice spurted out onto Alida’s nose and forehead, one going right into her eye, the next hitting her brow, and dripping down.
GLOBB! GLOB! Glob, glob, glob, glob. Glub. Glibble. And with a tiny shudder, the last drop went up her nose. She snuffled it in, inhaling without thinking, then burst out laughing as she realized what she had done.
“Guess I’ll be smelling that for a while,” she said, licking her upper lip where a drop had run down into her mouth, sliding her finger along her nose to pick up more of it, then licking her finger. She savored the fruity scent of my white sticky syrup covering her face.
I felt the pop as Juanita disengaged herself, leaving one end of the purple dildo still inside of my asshole. So now I had a penis in front and back. Handy, that.
The dark-skinned one snuggled beneath me, between and under my legs, and inserted herself between me and Alida, carefully licking off each of the lines where the drops had run down her friend’s face. Alida smiled contentedly throughout the procedure.
After that, there was a brief intermission, during which the three of us migrated from bathroom to bedroom. I don’t think my cock ever completely softened. The dildo was still up my ass, as we dried each other off and wordlessly with soft, plush enormous colorful towels, and then they led me to the other room, each of us carrying our own things. And soon we were back at it again. Alida pulled aside the white down covers to reveal the burgundy sheets on her double bed. Comfortable pillows were piled all around, to be used as needed.
Alida lay on her back, legs apart, propped up on her elbows, grinning up at me with her devilishly beautiful face. I felt conscious of the bare skin, my own and that in front of and behind me. The taboo parts of each girls’ skin that was proscribed to be hidden from all others, her forbidden personal regions, now revealed to me, as we shared each others’ darkest secrets. Not one, but two vaginas, young and pristine.
I felt a bump as Juanita slid back onto me and began fucking from behind. She never seemed to tire of the constant slow erotic gyrating ballet. My own desire began to rise once more, as the thickness encircled by my anal sphincter pushed once more against my sensitive prostate. Soon I pointed like an arrow, my tip in the direction of the smooth, thin body before me.
Pale-skinned thin Alida giggled, and twisted her narrow hips back and forth an a manner more sexy than I ever would have imagined possible. The curls of her drying blonde hair fell enticingly across her small shoulders. Her tiny pink opening peered at me from between her legs. As she worked her hips again, I noticed a bit of moisture peeking out at me, like a tiny drop of dew. She reached out and circled my tip gently with her fingers, pulling me gradually to the target.
The wrongness of it felt right, as I smelled the pungent scent of her desire. It pricked me like a thorn. How to describe it? Like a shade of deep red, or the sound of a rich dissonance in jazz, longing for resolution. Crescendoing, shifting in harmony to a breaking point where only release could follow.
The sultry thickness of the aroma of her longing weighed unbearably on my soul. I scrunched my eyes shut, trying to block it out. Instead, I felt a sensation around the tip of my penis.
It was the goopy gross juice from her cunt, dirtying my cock with its sticky allure. Without meaning to, I thrust myself further in, and I fell closer to Alida as Juanita continued to churn and moan behind me. Warm slipperiness welcomed me in before me, squeezing tightly around me. Her tightness gave way as I worked myself in, but nonetheless continued to grip my hugeness firmly, making me feel gigantic.
Soon I had fully impaled the tiny blonde on my fully blossoming rod, and she arched upward, unable to take it in any further, her eyes now closed and her mouth open, as she too fell into a blissful, rhythmic trance.
I had never before seen someone so young have an orgasm. As she pulsed and shuddered, her shoulders rising and falling as she contracted again and again around me, I found my gaze drawn to her flat smooth chest. Not even a suggestion of the bumps that would eventually rise. From waist up she could be either male or female, though her long hair and the slight roundness of her face were decidedly feminine.
I stopped all motion for a few seconds, thinking she might want me to withdraw. But instead, she placed her hands firmly on my hips, wrapping her fingers around my buttocks, and pulled me into her again and again, until once more we commenced the slow, arcing rhythm. It took some patience and coordination, as we all attuned ourselves to each others pacing. But once we had, the sensation was beyond words.
I had a sense of déjà vu.
My cock felt enormous and properly comfortable inside the child’s slippery cavity. I looked down at her, thin and blonde in the dim sunlight that stealthily made its way around the curtains. Her eyes of green and gold glimmered eagerly back up at me as we fucked, a smile on her face as her body rocked with the motion of my hips. So light she was, so gentle. Her hands caressed and explored my biceps and chest. Once more I shoved myself up into the inverted ‘V’ where her two lovely slender legs met her body. She sighed happily.
Her straight sandy-blonde shoulder-length hair was unkempt but still pretty, as it subtly bent and twisted in response to my pleasure in her. It came down to her breasts, or what would become her breasts where now her chest was simple and plain, silky soft. Her bare feet flat on the sheets either side of me, small and dainty. “It’s like an animal inside of me,” she said.
I laughed. “A very friendly animal.”
“Only he could make a mess.”
“Only a small one,” I replied, laughing again.
“I want him to make a mess,” she said, shyly looking up at me.
“Oh yes!” I replied. “Oh God! I love you!” I cried, reflecting that I barely even knew her.
It was quite the romantic pose, with her girlfriend Juanita’s orgasms behind me. Juanita, at thirteen, with advanced breasts for her age, still compact and springy. Juanita, as dark as Alida was pale, thin Alida within whom my penis was currently immersed. Juanita, on the other end of things, and sunk one end of a double dildo deep into my asshole, where it now rested comfortably on my prostate, pushing and prodding in the most indescribable manner. The other end, Juanita had thoughtfully shoved, bit by bit (with moans and exclamations each millimeter) into her own vagina, or more like had slithered herself over it, around it, loving it, cuddling it, every movement she made hardening my organ inside of her friend.
So with every thrust I fucked Alida, and every back-thrust I fucked Juanita. Juanita, of the mysterious dark curls, who seemed to have an orgasm every minute or so. I was fucking two girls. Forward thrust, Alida sighed. Backward thrust Juanita moaned, and sometimes exclaimed in time with the contractions of her many orgasms.
“Pee inside of me,” whimpered Alida, longingly.
I laughed again knowingly.
Then it hit me, how I shouldn’t even be inside of her to begin with. And that, if I went off inside of her, she would have my filthy hot cum dripping from between her legs for hours afterward. The next day, maybe even, while she would be at school with all of her little playmates, it would be dripping little spots into her panties, and her little girlfriends would all smell my seed-juice without knowing what it was.
That sent me over the edge. That, plus Juanita reaching yet another orgasm, thrusting herself even more deeply into me, as I felt the pulsation of fluid traveling from deep within me to gush from the hole in front of my pee-maker that was deep inside this little girl, and over and over the pulses forced my slimy drops deep into her vagina.
Innocent though she was, she sensed my climax and it triggered yet another of her own, so we all shared the arc and pulse of orgasm as waves of pleasure swept like electricity back and forth between us, like currents between Juanita and Alida, as though they were fucking each other through me.
Pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, pulse, as lugubrious cries and huge drops were transferred, the arcing and pulsing gradually slowing and diminishing with relieved smiles back and forth.
We stayed inside each other for a long while, savoring the connections between the three of us, and when we finally disengaged, Juanita was around me like a flash, between me and Alida, her butt in my face, pushing me back away so she could go down on Alida, and lick away the fluorescent gross goopy slime as it oozed from Alida’s tiny hole.
At that point, I was about to back off, but one of Juanita’s hands grabbed my still-stiff cock from between her legs, and she pulled me back until the point connected with the slippery opening of her vagina. But I thought I wasn’t supposed to fuck her, I thought, gazing down at the translucent beauty of her smooth, round buttocks.
“But..” I protested. “You said I shouldn’t.”
“I was wrong. Push!” she insisted.
She was so ready, so dripping with warm welcoming slime that I nearly fell into her trap, and soon I found myself deep inside her, hardly believing that I could still keep going. It was a rough task, but someone had to do it. I thought of Alida’s juices mingling with Juanita’s inside of her, and it sent delicious tingles up my spine.
After a while, the pair in front of me turned over, so that I was facing Juanita, or would have been had her face not been occupied with Alida’s sweet little pussy. I licked the base of Alida’s spine, and she shimmied in delight.
And a while after that, Alida rose up, and I could feel her impaling herself on my behind, and began driving into me, making little whimpering sounds of one completely lost in the trance of bliss. Our senses mingled and drifted, merging and diverging, as we melted together in fused harmony and shared essences.
And that was just the beginning. . . The first of our many afternoon trysts, and only the first two of the many innocent young girlfriends with their startlingly innovative and fresh lustful ideas!
The next day I bought a pair of roller blades, and joined my two young girlfriends gliding down the path that wound across the bluffs overlooking the sea, underneath the blue sky and sunshine, teaching them to sing that old popular song they had never heard before:
I’ve got a brand new pair of roller skates
You’ve got a brand new key
I think we ought to get together and
try them out, you see!