Barefoot Beauties/Chapter Ten

Barefoot Beauties

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Chapter Ten

It was still early and I felt like I had just ran a marathon; but was very satisfied. There were no regrets with the amount of sperm I had donated to my little loves. It was a selfless act that provided great rewards, if you know what I mean. But, I had not only depleted my semen reserves, I also needed to replenish my strength with much needed sustenance. Plus, if I didn’t feed my little birds soon, they might cut me off and I couldn’t allow that to happen. I believe they got more excited from the mention of food than anything else we had done. So, despite my lack of cookery skills, it was imperative that I inventory the fridge and larder and try to come up with something wholesome, nutritious and fast. Actually, I thought about skipping the cooking thing and popping out to the baker’s or cafe, but since I didn’t have the desire to dress, I wasn’t convinced that they would fill my order in my current state.

From my initial inspection, it appeared I needed to bring in groceries, but there were essential ingredients like eggs and frozen waffles that would suffice. First on the agenda was coffee. I’m not sure why I hadn’t missed its miraculous, life giving properties until now. With my current caffeine deficiency, this could very well be a three beaker morning.

Actually, runny eggs and waffles turned out to be a good choice. I had two eggs along with two waffles and the girls finished the pack, had four eggs each along with a quart of orange squash. Their legs must have been hollow because I was at a loss as to where they tucked it all.

Rejuvenated by their carbohydrate/protein laden repast, my two little birds were ready for action… but, I was not as lucky. While I busied myself scrubbing the dinnerware, they were preoccupied with getting a rise out of me, in more ways than one, if you understand what I’m saying. Both girls had this unholy fascination with my hairy bum and sack and did their best to wind me up about them.

“What does this remind you of?” Sandy asked her sister while she ran her hand over my bum, and then stroked my bag.

“It’s like the Holland’s dog, Rufus,” and I swatted Sandy’s hand away.

“How would you like it if I compared your bum to a pet?” I asked.

“We don’t have hair on ours,” Sandy shot back, “That’s why yours looks so silly.”

“I like petting Rufus,” Millie added, and then ran her hand over my fur.

I pulled Sandy to me, touched the tip of my nose to hers and told her, “I’m glad you don’t have any hair down their, otherwise I wouldn’t like it as much.”

“How much do you like it?” Came her pointed inquiry.

So, I squeezed her bum and told her, “Enough to eat. What do you think about that?”

“Oh, I think you should and Millie can wait her turn.”

“What are you going to eat?” Millie asked perplexedly.

Then, Sandy whispered in her ear, her eyebrows went up, her eyes got wide, and she giggled and asked, “Is that what you call it? I want Dick to eat me too.”

“You’ll have to get in the queue ‘cause your sister asked first,” I informed Millie, while her sister poked tongues at her. “You’re both insatiable,” I added, “Didn’t you get enough?”

Sandy ran here fingers over my cock who had perked up a little, gave me a wicked smile while she looked me in the eye, and said, “Never enough! I’ll wager if you eat me he’ll get nice and hard.”

“He probably will,” I told her, and then tossed her over my shoulder, smacked a bum cheek before I squeezed it and carried her squealing to my room. Then dropped her to the bed with a bounce and climbed over her, saying, “First I’m going to eat your face,” and then nibbled her lips, her cheeks and down to her neck. “Then, I’ll eat your titties,” and sucked each of the little pebbles into my mouth before I pulled off with a plop, and then gnawed around them. “Of course, I’ll eat your belly,” and she squealed and wiggled while I pecked my way down over her ribs, only to chew around and blow a big zoober into her belly button.

Then, I sucked her fat peach of a mons into my mouth, pulled her legs back and said, “Now your delicious bum,” and snacked my way around the inside of her bum cheeks before I assaulted her tight pucker with my tongue. “And now the pussy,” I informed her as I drove my tongue into her weeping little honey hole.

She grasped the back of my head, ground herself into my face while I chewed on her fat little lips all of the way up to her stiff joy bean. Her pussy went into contractions as soon as I sucked the nubbin between my lips and I could feel her thighs ripple against my cheeks. Then she tossed her head back and her body went limp while the torrent of pleasure I had released tore its way through her body.

“Do me like that now,” Millie squealed in anticipation of the same treatment.

“Nope, too tired,” I told her and watched her face fall in disappointment.

“I’m just winding you up,” I told her as I drilled my fingertip into her belly button, which caused her to giggle and grab my hand. “Now, give us a big kiss,” I told her as I pulled her to me by the bum, and then mashed my lips against hers.

She giggled, ran her tongue over my lips and informed me, “You taste like Sandy.”

“Well, that’s unavoidable considering where my mouth was. Do you want me to wash my mouth?”

She shook her head, wrapped her hand around my throbber, squeezed and told me, “When I’m mended, I want you to put this in me again.”

“I’m looking forward to it, my little minx. Are you ready for me to eat your pussy?”

She nodded her head and pulled me with her to the bed. Then she plopped on her back with her knees raised and I dove right in to the succulent, juicy pink feast spread before me. At first, I pulled her bum cheeks apart, encircled the little brownie with my tongue and carefully avoided her little pussy hole as I worked my way up to her stiff little clit. Her little pleasure pearl was hard and throbbing so I lashed the sides before I sucked her fat little mound into my mouth and she squealed when I blew a zoober into it. I quickly nibbled my way up to her belly, while she wiggled and squealed, and then broke into laughter when I screwed my tongue into her belly button before I blew a zoober into it.

Then, I quickly licked and sucked my way up to the little patches of pink on her chest. They were nothing more than tiny circles with stiff little dimples in the centre, which I quickly sucked into my mouth before I chewed and nibbled on them.

Both of her hands flew between her legs and she announced, “I can feel it in my fanny.”

“You’re supposed to,” I informed her, “That’s why girls like their titties sucked on,” and then gnawed my way up her neck and over her cheek before I plastered my lips to hers for a wet little snoggy.

All of the squeals and giggles were gone now. She wrapped her arms around my neck and twisted her mouth against mine. Now, my mouth and jaws were beginning to tire, so while I still had some strength in them, I dove into her juicy split to finish the job. She was more than ready for me to drill into the little pearl with my tongue and it didn’t take much effort to bring her quivering to the edge of bliss. Her waterworks were flowing so freely down her bum crack it was all that was necessary to pop my finger through the muscled ring. I sealed my lips around her pearl, sucked hard while I drubbed it with tongue and drove my finger up into her rectum. That tossed her over the edge. Her thighs snapped closed against my face and gripped me before she jerked, and then one happy girl collapsed into the bed with a smile on her face.

My knees were sore from kneeling, but for good reason and well worth the little discomfiture. When I stood, Sandy grabbed my dancing pole and pulled me on top of her, asking, “Guess what I want you to do with this?”

I knew well what she had in mind but decided to wind her up with, “Pray tell, I haven’t a clue?”

She knew what I was doing, bared her teeth at me and growled. I knew she wasn’t kidding, so I pushed her legs back and quickly sank myself into her heavenly little hole.

Then she shoved herself into me while I ground myself into her pussy, saying, “You keep getting better all of the time.”

She barred her teeth again and confessed, “That’s because my pussy likes you so much.”

“Bugger!” I groaned. Her words possessed me with a kind of lust I had never experienced before, so I drew back and really laid the pipe to her.

You could see from the little ‘mission accomplished’ smirk on her face, that I gave her what she craved. She was no longer a little playful kitten but the wild animal inside her revealed itself and she was instantly transformed into a raging tiger. From that point on it was hard to tell who was fucking who. Then, she wrapped her arms and legs around me and gave me no quarter until her pussy sucked every last drop from my balls.

While I hammered her arse into the bed, she went through a string orgasms that came in such frequency, I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next one began. She was the milk maid and her pussy turned into a mighty milking machine that was bent on one end. Things got so intense, it was not possible for me to hold out for long before I succumbed.

Millie really enjoyed our match so much she clapped and cheered us on. I felt like a rutting stallion while I pounded a mare in heat. The little sounds that came from the girl were almost like the whinnies you would hear from a mating mare.

The room fogged in a soft white glow as the marrow in my bones melted and flew out of my shaft. After the last drop had bubbled from the tip of my cock, I leaned over a bit and collapsed on my back.

Strange little slurping sounds along with a girl’s moans pulled me from my trance and when I looked over, I was greeted by the sight of little Millie enthusiastically eating my sperm out of her sister’s pussy. I knew she did a thorough job from the way Sandy responded with another string of orgasms. But alas, the only thing I had strength left to do, was moan.

The End

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