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Chapter Six
After the girls had left that afternoon, I browsed over my collection of photos and videos and missed the ones Lacey and Shelly used to make for me. What they and their friends used to make were priceless and very erotic. What was missing was the camera, because I had stuffed it in the pack I gave Lacey. So, I made a special trip into the city to buy cameras and those, oh, so expensive high capacity memory cards.
My evening was very uneventful without the girls. I had grown so fond of having them around, the silence was deafening when they weren’t. Luckily, after Misses Keller resumed her duties, I didn’t have the drudge of cooking or take away… with the errant cafe, inn or pub I resorted to for meals. This evening’s fare was very special because there were two dishes that I believed my mum was the all time master of; hot pot and jugged steak. You should know, the versions Misses Keller prepared for me would make my mum jealous. She had prepared her famous jugged steak which was a meal to die for. Add two pints of bitter and I was in heaven.
Maybe it was the food ‘gasm I had from the jugged steak that led to my randy condition and had to toss one off before bed to Shelly’s blow job video. I loved that girl to start with but her mouth, and now her pussy, bordered on the supernatural. Then, I fell asleep and had visions of my anal angel, Emmy, who was the one that put the ‘N’ in the word nymph. Every day, I learned more about her and was the happy and very proud, recipient of her experience. She never ceased to amaze me.
“Have you ever tried one of these?” I asked Emmy as I tucked the vibrator into her hand.
This morning she arrived unaccompanied and a bit late. I was able to finish my coffee and breakfast. I even had a pleasant jaunt around the new neighbourhood and briefly chatted with some of the folks I encountered.
Of course, she said “Yes”, but rolled her eyes up at me as if to ask, “Do you have any more dumb questions?”
“Well, this one’s yours. I bought it for you,” which made her eyes widen in disbelief at first, but after she realized it was a gift, she threw herself into my face and almost suffocated me with a big, sloppy kiss; something else she was very good at.
Then, she flipped the little buzz toy on high, tucked it under her skirt and fell back into the sofa, legs a kicking in the air. I watched her buzz off three orgasms in less than two minutes before she had to pull the toy from her clit. That’s when I noticed she had neglected her knickers and a stiff pole propped itself in my pants. I was doing fine until I saw her bare, swollen, sodden and gaping pussy on display. Let’s say, I needed some of that.
Of course, she instantly noted my condition and offered a remedy, “I need you in me, now!” And then she bent over the sofa arm and shook that fabulous bum at me. I wasted no time in dropping my trousers, which probably landed a world record, but before I could jab her with my spear, she demanded, “Kissy, kissy…,” and I knew exactly what that meant.
It would be difficult for me to know if, you the reader, have ever been mesmerized by a girl’s bum and/or arse hole. Hers had that effect on me. One look and I was done in. The only thing I could do was fall to my knees and worship it with my mouth and tongue in humble adoration and devout supplication.
Besides hot pot and jugged steak, the only other cuisine that I knew of, that could give me a ‘gasm, was a girl’s sweaty, fragrant arse hole. Maybe it was the subtle blend of earthiness, musk and salty sea air, that when combined, made my sack draw up and the sperm seep into my shaft. Then, there were the little spasms that nibbled on my tongue while it probed deep within her rectum. The shivers and wiggles of her bum cheeks against my face in sync with the purrs, mewls and little squeaks of pleasure that were music to my ears.
I could only stand it for a few minutes before I was in danger of spraying the girl’s legs. So, regretfully I removed my tongue, stood and eased myself into her scalding depths… and then her pussy came to life, which I was ill prepared for. Although I could restrain her hips from moving, it was the internals I had to cope with so I could keep the sperm inside my balls. Deep breaths, gritted teeth and the recital of the inverse cube root tables did the trick. Finally, after a harrowing minute of teetering on the brink, I acquired a margin of control.
There was no way I could control the girl, though. She bucked and twisted under me until I was obliged to pound her little pussy into submission; a glorious feat. With her brown pucker winking at me, I pressed my thumb through the ring and she was off, to the first of several orgasms, each of them an excruciating ride, before I succumbed to my own.
While I held her in my lap and her little pussy dribbled its recent deposit on my leg, we chatted about this and that and butt plugs. The girl loved the things and especially her tail and I loved playing with them inside her.
“I want some big plugs like you got for Shelly,” Emmy informed me.
“They didn’t have a fox tail and I’m not sure if I can fit yours on them. I know I can get a cat tail but I promise to look around and find something for you.”
“Have you ever done it in a girl’s bum?” she asked and her question surprised me.
“Almost never, because I’ve never met anyone like you before,” I explained.
“Arny told me that when my monthlies show up, he would have to stop squirting inside me, which I liked a lot. He told me not to worry because he could still squirt it in me another way. We practiced doing it so that when he was ready to do it, he put it in my bottom. Sometimes we would just do it all in my bottom.”
“I’ll bet you liked feeling it inside your bottom, didn’t you?”
“Whatcha think?
“I think you like it in your bottom, that’s what I think. I also like the idea of shagging your pussy, and then squirting in your bottom. In fact, I believe I’ll do it that way next time,” which made a big smile break out on her face.
“You know, Erin has a big crush on you,” she told me, “She’s also jealous because she doesn’t get as much attention as me and Shelly do. You had better watch out ‘cause she’s gonna want to do it with you next.”
“There’s no way. She’s only seven and her little hole is but a tuppence.”
“Arny put it in my bum when I was six and did my fanny at seven. I’ll bet, if she wants, you can do it with her.”
“What about her cherry? Don’t you think I will hurt her?”
“It stretches. Use the plugs on her fanny hole and you’ll find out… there’s always her bottom.”
That was a thought. She really enjoyed the plugs she took in her bottom and we could easily work up to one as big around as my cock. I believe she would love it.
“I need to get back to my place and do some chores or mum will kill me.”
“Let me clean you up first. You’ve leaked all over my leg.”
“Nope! Won’t let you. I like feeling your stuff inside of me.”
“All you’ll do is drip down your leg and the back of your dress.”
“That’s alright,” she told me as she plastered her lips against mine to say goodbye, “Can I take the dildo with me?”
“Yes, but don’t let your mum find it. Also, I have another gift for you,” and her eyes got very wide when I gave her the camera, which was something she had wanted for a long time.
It was needless for me to show her how to use the camera because she knew how to operate it better than I did. Then, we had another round of snoggies which left us both gasping for breath, before she slipped on her dress and was out the door. My eyes followed the wet spot on the seat of her dress and the shake of her bum until she was out of sight.
I didn’t need to tell her what kind of pictures I thought she should take because I already knew from past experience. “I’ll just let her surprise me,” I thought and that’s just what she did.
Then, I hunkered down for another long, quiet afternoon and evening with only the remains of the jugged steak and treated myself to an extra bottle of bitter to help me sleep.
End Chapter Six
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