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Chapter Eight

“What’s this, none of your chums are with you today?”

My little lover found me reclined against my rock, while I read the same page over and over again while I (im)patiently awaited her arrival. I couldn’t even remember what the book was about because my thoughts were on her.

She straddled my waist, rubbed her little cunny against me a few times and asked, “Guess what?”

“I haven’t a clue, but don’t stop rubbing. There’s been no one around to help me with the hard thing I woke up with this morning.”

“I’m all mended and guess what I want to do?”

“Hmmm, mended, oh, I know you scraped your knee. Let me see it.”

“You lug,” she said as she pushed my shoulder, “My pussy... it’s not sore.”

“Oh, that changes things. I have an idea. I believe we should rush back so I can check it out.”

“Yeah, and how will you do that?”

“I have this special instrument I use that will reach up deep inside… just to see if everything is alright in there.”

“Hmmm, I need something that goes very deep.”

“I believe you will enjoy how deep it goes,” and I grabbed her hips and humped into her little saddle, “Think it will reach?”

She rubbed her hand over my trouser covered throbber and gave it squeeze, telling me, “Let’s find out.”

I was so randy by that time, I would have fucked a knot hole in a wooden plank, but there was something much nicer that awaited me. Hand in hand, we ran to my garden gate and rushed into the house. We didn’t make it to the bedroom because she pushed me down on the sofa and ripped open my trousers.

“I need to check it first,” she told me, while she ran her hands over the throbbing length, and then she dove head first and tickled my little head with her tonsils.

It was not something I expected and it not only pulled my bum from the cushion, but it made my balls jump in their bag.

“If want me to check your pussy with it, you need to slow down. I almost squirted in your mouth when you did that.”

“Don’t do that. I don’t know if I’m ready. Shelly said there was a lot and it was so slimy, it was hard to swallow.”

“You don’t have to swallow unless you want to. Why don’t we move on to more important things, like seeing if your pussy is really mended?”

“Alright, but I want to do it like with Eddy.”

“How’s that, lover?”

She quickly sprang to her feet, dropped her knickers, bent over the arm of the sofa, and then wiggled her bum at me saying, “Like this.”

I could go for that because I would love to play with her arse hole while I fed her the sausage. After I lifted her skirt, she pulled her cheeks apart and asked, “See anything you want?”

The view from the rear was breathtaking and I told her, “It looks so good I want it all,” and then knelt and ran my tongue from her stiff little clit to her wrinkled pucker and tried to spear it inside the tiny ring.

“Ew, did you just lick my bum hole?” She asked.

“That I did and it was very tasty,” I replied.

“Do it again!” That I did and this time, I worked my tongue inside a bit and she squealed, “That is so nasty.”

“I don’t believe you have a nasty bit on you,” I told her, and then drilled my tongue as deep as it would go and screwed it around while she pushed back for more.

That was something I could do for hours, though it was for another time. Right now my balls screamed because they had some creamy seed that must be planted. So, I crouched a bit, nestled myself in her slick socket, and then gently squeezed myself inside. Her mouth fell open as she tossed her head back. At first I believed she was in pain, until she released this guttural growl that told me it felt awfully good and I let one out myself while I squeezed more inside.

“How are you doing so far? It feels awfully nice in there to me,” and it was, hands down the tightest and most heavenly hole I’ve ever dipped my wick inside of. Superb!

“I’m tingling… I think I’m going to do it... already,” she informed me.

“Go ahead, it’s so good I’ll probably do it with you,” and I meant it, it was the best.

I sank in deep with barely and inch to go. That little pussy of hers kept expanding until my balls kissed her pussy lips and I could feel the hard knot at the end of her tunnel. Then, I slowly withdrew and slipped inside a bit faster which was met with a grind of her hips and wag of her tail. That sweet little bottom hole of hers opened right up and I could see my cock move the walls of her rectum. Then, I pushed my thumb inside the gaping hole and rubbed it against my shaft. She liked it so much, her body jolted, her muscled ring snapped shut, and then pulsed as she toppled over her peak.

In sympathy, her little snatch clamped down on me and went into spasms that were strong enough to pull me with her. It was impossible for the sperm to stay in my balls when her pussy snapped around me like that. She let out a scream that could be heard across the common if my windows weren't shut, which thankfully they were. The silence was deafening after her scream and her body became a limp mass of putty slumped over the sofa arm.

When I withdrew, I expected a flood of semen, but was only treated to a slimy little trickle. “What happened to it all?” I asked myself. It felt like I pumped a gallon into her and it had to go somewhere. She slowly roused and when she stood, a little rivulet trickled down her thigh, so she slapped a hand between her legs and trotted to the loo.

“I pronounce you all mended,” I appraised while I watched her pee.

“It certainly is,” she stated with conviction while she whisked a finger over her clit.

“Don’t get any ideas of a repeat yet. As much as I would like to, I’m a bit drained.

“Not even a little bit? Eddy could go for two or three rounds,” she recalled with more than a hint of mirth in her voice.

“Maybe I could if I were his age, but I’m not.”

“This might change your mind,” she told me as she held up a camera memory card. “Don’t go mad, but I let Shelly borrow the camera.”

“Shelly? What did she want with the camera.”

She looked at me as I were daft and declared, ”She wanted to take some pictures for you and made some films. When she gets back from the park today, there will be a lot more to look at.”

The picture thing with young girls was something new to me. If I flat out asked, “Would you drop your knickers and let me snap a shot?” Chances are good, the girl would run away and old Bill would invite me into his office for a long chat before he tossed me in the bang up. But, give them a camera and ask nicely, “Would you take some pictures for me?” You do not need to specify ‘what’ kind of pictures you wanted, they instinctively knew. If they were too shy to take pictures of themselves, they probably had a friend who wasn’t. Yes, some of them would be silly pictures, but most of them are not.

We flipped through the pictures in the first batch and there were at least ten girls who ranged in age from about six to at least twelve. Let’s say none of them shied away from the camera, nor did they have a problem dropping their knickers or even stripping off. Lacey explained that they were Shelly’s sisters and neighbours. There were even two boys. One, who looked about eleven or twelve from the size of his cock and the little thatch of pubic hair. The other was Eddy, the infamous fourteen year old who sported a slim five incher and a big pair of balls that the girls adored. Even the six year old girl was into sucking and did both of the boys.

I’m afraid Shelly stole the show with the blow job she gave Eddie, and then the bunny fuck that went on for two rounds. I was jealous of the boy’s recovery power. He turned out to be quite the cocksmith. Even though he did not last long enough to really pleasure the girls, he certainly got around. Both of the boys had a harem of followers who were willing to do anything for them. It was also certain that Shelly was not quite as bashful as I was led to believe.

We had lunch at a cafe in town, then afterwards, visited the park. Shelly was still snapping away when she spotted us and ran screaming to visit.

“Lacey showed me the films and pictures you made and they were amazing,” I complimented her.

She handed me the camera and said, “I made a lot more of them today.”

Frankly, I couldn’t wait to see them, and queried, “If Lacey has no objections, would care to join us while we watch them?”

Lacey smiled and nodded at me, so we were in the clear and she came back to my place with us. Then, I settled them on the sofa and fetched some pops and when I sat down, Shelly stuck something in my face. I took a whiff, and then snatched it from her hand and found it to be a pair of her knickers and couldn’t resist another good whiff.

“Lacey said they would make you go hard,” the girl informed me.

“She was right, they smell lovely,” and that third whiff transformed my burgeoning bone into a ten point throbber, that’s how much I enjoyed the soiled knickers.

I had a close look at them, and sure enough, they were the same ones she wore the night before with some very nice slimy streaks on the gusset. Oh, how I wanted to dip my tongue in the source… but only if my lover approved. After both of them worked in tandem to haul me out of my trousers, I believed there was a good chance that I may garner my love’s approval for a little taste.

It turned out that not only was Shelly a fine cinematographer, but also had quite an eye for subjects. She captured the girls in her gang, first in innocent offhand poses but then encouraged them to take on very erotic and sexy poses without showing much. But, that was only for starters. She shot them individually and in small groups showing a little bum or split, and then things got very naughty, very fast.

She made short films of them frigging themselves, and then each other. Frankly, I didn’t know girls their age did such things, but was very pleased to learn the fact. I almost lost it when a ten year old worked two cream coated fingers into a twelve year old’s snatch that recorded plenty of sloshing sounds. The clincher was at the end, and I groaned when I watched the twelve year old experience a nice orgasm. Then I groaned even louder when the ten year old sucked the slimy fingers into her mouth.

End Chapter Eight

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