Even her covering was a mystery. She sat upon my couch, staring at me, hiding, but alluring me to her with her aura.

No longer capable of patience, I ran to her and scooped her up in my arms, discarding everything that hid her from my touch...they fell to the floor without a pause in my movements, I carried her into bed and continued taking these uneccessary things off.

But even as I delved deeper, closer to her sweet core, she was a mystery to me. And I held her tiny body in my hands, and looked at her lovingly...she's so virginal.

I looked over what I would have to work with...I have to plug her to really make her play for me...eager as I am, I must be gentle with her...she has never been touched by another, and I ache for her so badly, my own enthusiasm might hurt her...I restrain my passion, refrain from kissing her, running my hands across her pale exterior, and focus on the task at hand.

She is so tiny, so untouched...I fear I may damage her if i slide it in too quickly...I whispered to her..."i love you."

I look at her entrance tenderly...I notice how true it is to say that she is pure and untouched. I caress her gently...perhaps I have really turned her on...she sqeaks. I gasp at her reaction, and focus again...hoping...I slid my finger around until I have reached past the obstacle to her entrance, and slide it in again, filling her, telling her I love her...she squeaks again, but once more returns to silence...I want to do even more for her...

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I once more turn to Alis, as my little sweet one recovers on a pillow. She is anxious about bringing another into our relationship...afraid I will replace her. I hold her gently and reassure her I shall love her still, and slide my finger to her button. She softly called out in response, and urged me to slide my software into her drive. I caressed her and placed it against her, then in her. As I thrust it in, she began to moan louder...calling it to my attention. My fingers began to work quickly then, sliding up and down her touch pad, applying more pressure when necessary...she moaned again. I consented to her propositions, and lay beside her, my fingers still working upon her. Quickly, I felt her shaking against my hand, in bed beside me, and finally she sighed, satisfied.

I allowed her to recover for a moment, basking in the afterglow of our installation.

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My little pale darling lay on the pillow, resting from earlier. She was quiet, but I knew things would heat up soon...should I, or shouldn't I take it further with her, I pondered. I knew she'd be able to handle it eventually, but her first time, I wondered, if she could take it this far. Everything had started all at once for her.

The brightness with which she looked back at me, however, let me know she was ready.

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I brought her back to bed with me and Alis. I tried to see that they connected well, but suddenly she struck hard at Alis and Alis was no longer capable of continuing. Befuddled, I came quickly to Alis and caressed her button. Gradually, she was turned back on again and was willing to try with the pale little one, who at last cooperated.

Such an attitude, I looked upon my new acquisition...and I don't even know your name.

I recalled the dreams I had last night...of another, just like you, tiny, quiet, and sweet. That's how I knew it would be the right time to unwrap you, to plug you, to play with your delicate features, you coy little thing.

Lyta, I called you...a sweet name with a bitter aftertaste, and ghosts haunting you perhaps, but now you were mine and mine alone.

I would have touched you, but Alis had you at the moment, giving you all she had, and within a few minutes she'd be done with you, and you'd truly have surrendered innocence. I was glad, however, that at last I could have you. So sweet, my Lyta.

Tonight, my lovely, my Lyta, you may lay in bed with Alis and I...a family, we three, as we all will dream the sweetest dreams.

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Satisfied, I closed my laptop and plugged my headphones into my iPod as I lay myself down to sleep.


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