Another Flash/Chapter Fourteen
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Chapter Fourteen
A stray, very brazen and obstinate little beam of sunlight tickled my cheek before it blazed a trail across my eye and dazzled me from my sleep. My first instinct was to swat the bloody thing like a bug, which wasn’t the brightest move I’ve ever made, because I not only smacked my eye but my nose in the process. Ouch! The wonderful thing, though, had been waking up beneath a mound of warm, naked little girl flesh and it was a lot of fun disentangling their limbs from me so I could answer nature’s call.
I did my usual coffee and sipped it while I read the newspaper and came up with a breakfast treat. It had been ages since I had made pancakes and had a carton of mix and some nice butter and strawberry jam to top them with. I mixed the batter in a big bowl and fried a batch of bacon. Since I hadn’t heard a peep from the girls, I figured it was time to get them up and moving.
The sight of them draped out naked on my bed made me pause for a moment and drink their raw beauty and sensuality in with my eyes. This was probably the only time they weren’t their usual naughty little selves and you should realize that their sleeping innocence was deceptive. Since Bella was sprawled on her stomach with arms and legs stretched akimbo, her fat little bum was front and centre and kept drawing my eyes back to it. The more I looked, the more I wanted run my hands over and squeeze those enticing cheeks which I believed were her most attractive feature. I don’t believe my eyes would ever tire of her bum and decided a little feel would be nice... and maybe more.
Her legs were splayed enough that her podgy little pussy pooched out from beneath but kept her bum hole well hidden. So, I spread the cheeks and had a peek at that captivating pucker of hers. It was a marvelous work of nature and I was drawn to its puffy mouth for a kiss… and a lick… and then a tongue poke. While I slowly and tenderly reamed the sugary hole, I reveled in the incredible, musky fragrances that had mellowed overnight which wafted into my nose. The vivid recall of my cock’s recent visit brought with it a familiar twinge and he stretch himself out.
Then, the girl wiggled her bum as she began to rowse, and suddenly, she moved my hand and urged, “Halfta a wee,” and then dragged me with her to the loo, and questioned me, “Do you like to watch?”
Of course, I like to watch. I’ve always been fascinated with a girl’s plumbing, probably because it was so different than mine. I smiled at her and nodded, so she leaned back, opened her legs and fired away. The little pencil thin stream of high velocity amber liquid drilled into the side of the bowl with a spattering hiss and moved my cock up a few points on the wellness scale. She bit her lip and smiled as she watched the little man quickly come to attention and salute her. Not really a salute but he did wave.
When she reached for the toilet roll, I restrained her hand, and then lifted her feet up to the seat. Then, leaned forward and lovingly licked her sloppy furrow dry, savouring the fresh, salty, sweet flavours that danced across my taster. I didn’t stop with a tongue wipe but zeroed in on her fat clit which was showing serious signs of life. The little finger under the wrinkled hood pushed the little flap of flesh up and out which exposed the pearl like nerve centre beneath it.
That sensitive little bundle quickly became a target, so I launched my tongue attack and struck it dead centre. I knew I hit the right spot when she jumped and squeaked. Then, she squealed when I reach under her and twisted a finger into her arse. Her pussy and thighs quivered with electricity while she hummed and shivered, but couldn’t restrain the massive, surging wave of orgasm that climbed and climbed until it swept her away with only a whimper and a sigh.
“Ah, someone really needs the bog, people,” Emmy complained while she did a little two step pee pee dance from foot to foot while she gripped her crotch.
Then, I reached up and gently kissed Bella’s lips and asked, “Do you think we should let her go or make her wait?”
She licked her juice from my lips and told me in a low voice, “Let her go before she pees the floor... but I want her.”
Call me dense, but I didn’t understand what she meant by, ‘I want her,’ but I would soon find out.
She stood and stretched and Emmy dived to the seat. My cock raged when Bella crawled between her legs, put them on her shoulders and said, “Pee,” and then vacuumed her mouth to the girl’s pussy.
“What the… bugger… oh, bugger, she’s going to pee in her mouth,” I shouted to myself.
That’s what she did too and it didn’t look like the first time they’d done it. Emmy caressed the girl’s cheeks and stroked her fingers through her hair in a loving gesture, while Bella gulped her lemony drink down. That had to be the single most nastiest thing I’ve ever seen. Was there no limits on where those two would go?
After Emmy had emptied her bladder in her friend’s mouth, Bella continued to lick and suck on her while she rested against the cistern with eyes clenched and an increasingly strained, almost pained, expression on her face. By this time, not only had my balls filled to overflowing, but thick beads of goo leaked from the tip of my cock and dragged long strings with it as it dripped to the floor. Now, I was in dire need and took a good grip on the old boy.
Emmy noticed that I had taken matters into hand, shook her head at me and motioned me over with her finger. When I approached her, she pushed my hand away and replaced it with her own, which felt much better than my own. She had plenty of lubrication to give me a nice slippery wank which I thoroughly enjoyed. Her grip became increasingly tighter as Bella wound her up like a coiled spring that begged to be released. I was way ahead of her, though, and it didn’t take many of her strokes for me to reach critical mass. As soon as she felt the first scalding burst of semen splatter against her chest, she went apoplectic, dropped me like a sack of potatoes and thumped back into the cistern as the orgasm hammered her. I quickly took up where she left off and stroked out four thick, heavy ropes of slippery white goo over her.
She wasn’t senseless for long and smiled at me while she ran her fingers through the slimy deposit I had left on her. Since Bella was a very tidy person, when she spotted the splattered semen, she felt obligated to clean it up… with her tongue, of course. The action at that point was so erotic, if I could have, I would have popped another load. Unfortunately, I needed a bit of recovery time.
Then, I washed both of them down with the sprayer hose, dried and gave each of them a kiss before I escorted them to the kitchen. I’m afraid I side stepped a bit and forgot about the breakfast I had started. It was a delicious repast and pleasant change from the usual hum drum first meal of the day.
If I had been any slower clearing my plate, I wouldn’t have gotten to finish my breakfast, because they would have eaten it for me. You should have seen the sparks fly from the table irons while the girls tucked their food down. It was guaranteed to be somewhat painful and you may very well have lost a finger or two if you had gotten in their way.
Emmy held her plate up and licked the last remnants, smacked her lips and said, “Very yummy!” Quiet Bella, displayed actual table manners by not licking hers. She just smiled and nodded her agreement. Then Emmy informed us, “We need to take our cameras to the park now.”
Normally, I would have already been there, snapping away, but the suggestion brought back painful memories of Julie because that is where we first met, so I questioned, “Why do you want to go there, love?”
“There is big footy game today and a lot of girls will be there. Poppy told me the new girls that have just moved to town will be there.”
I was still a bit reluctant, but a host of new subjects to film had its appeal. The name Poppy sounded familiar and I’ve probably met her before on one of my previous forays. If she was, who I believed she was, she was the de facto leader and organizer of the girls footy games. I believed she was one of the oldest girls in their group.
“We can go, but I hope you’ll understand if I’m sad. That’s where I met Lacey,” I explained to them.
So, armed with my camera kit in the boot, Emmy’s camera and extra memory cards, we were off on our short journey to the park… and the girls teased me mercilessly because they didn’t wear knickers and were quite open about pointing it out to me, if you know what I mean. The park never seemed to change and was as I remembered it, from not so long ago. The football club was engaged in fierce competition about a hundred yards away on the green and I set up my chair and camera in my usual hide, which was close to the toilet blocks and a wall of hedge rows.
After I fastened the camera on the tripod and casually scouted the area for subjects, a little girl scared the holy bejeezus out of me. Let’s say it close to a brown trouser event for me at the time.
She couldn’t have been more than seven or eight, a little pixie of a thing with a middle of the back mane tied into an adorable pony tail of sparkling golden hair. Even her blazing hot blue eyes sparkled, but with a hint of mischief in the making; a real little rascal.
“What yer doing?” Came the lilting, musical voice behind me.
It startled me so much I jumped three foot in the air and was glad I wasn’t holding the camera. When I saw who spoke to me, my heart melted because she was my definition of cute as a button. She even had a cute button nose with a sprinkle of fairy dust freckles sprinkled over it.
I clutched my chest and put my hand behind me to see if I had left a deposit in my trousers; thankfully not. Like I said, she was just too cute. My heart melted and I couldn’t go mad at her for frightening me.
So, I told her, “I’m looking for pretty girls that want to model for me, so I can take their picture.”
“Me, me, me,” she squealed as she jumped in the air and waved her hand, “I want my picture taken.”
Did I mention that she was cute? Adorable would be a much better word and I wanted to pull her into my arms for a hug and kiss, but alas, I restrained myself and queried, “I’m Dick and what’s your name, poppet?”
“I don’t know if I can call you D… D... mum would smack me mouth and sit me on the naughty step. I’m Mildred, but don’t call me that because I hate it, just call me Millie.”
“Well, Miss Millie, it’s a pleasure and you can call me Richard if you like.”
Then she cupped her hand to me ear and whispered, “Is your name really D… D… Dick?”
“It really is and it’s short for my given name Richard. But, hey, in your case, you can call me whatever you like and I’ll answer to it.”
“You won’t tell mum if I call you Dick, will ya?”
“Nope, cross my heart I won’t breath a word.”
Her eyes flickered over my crotch several times and she mentioned, “Mum said it’s what boys have down, you know...,” and she pointed her finger two inches from my dick, “Their thing down there.”
“That’s one of the things people call it. What do you call the thing you have down there?” And I touched the tip of my finger to her prominent, fat little peach.
I’m not sure how I missed it before, but she wore these skin tight, blue stretch shorts, Spandex or the like, that looked painted on without a hint of a knicker line. After I removed my finger, she tucked hers into the prominent camel toe and continued to squeeze and rub it. I should mention that I felt definite movement, down, you know where.
At first I figured the tight shorts irritated her little split. After all, they were a touch snug. Then she looked me in the eye and pointed to her camel toe asking, “What, here? Don’t you know anything, that’s me lady parts, but I call it my noonie.”
“I like the name and must say, you have a very sexy little noonie.”
Then she giggled and rubbed her noonie some more, telling me, “It itches a lot and feels better when I rub it. Mum says not to rub it so much because nobody wants to see me.”
“Your mum is wrong. I like watching you rub it. I’m that makes it feel good.”
“It feels better when I rub it bare naked.”
“I know what you mean. It feels better when I rub myself bare naked.”
“But, but, you don’t have a noonie, you have a dick, oops.”
“You can call it a dick if you want and you don’t have to watch your words around me, love. But, of course, since I don’t have a sexy noonie like you do, I have to rub my dick.”
“Can you show me how you do it?”
“Have you ever seen one before?” I asked.
She nodded her head quickly and said, “Well, not for real, but my sister has a book with lots of them in it.”
“I would like to show you but I’ll get in trouble if I do. Plus, there’s no place around here.”
“Why would you get into trouble if you show me? I won’t tell, cross my heart,” and crossed her hands over her chest, “And I know a place you can do it and nobody will see. If you show me, I’ll show you my noonie all bare naked.”
I had already propped a tent in my trousers just talking and thinking about it, so I decided to let her show me the hidden spot. Just as we were about to leave, a group of squealing girls approached at a very high rate of speed. I quickly spotted Emmy, who waved at me and the girl I believed was Poppy was in the group. Bella chugged along to bring up the rear. Apparently, my boner took offense at the intrusion and dwindled to a more manageable and less apparent size.
Emmy flew over to Millie, grabbed her under the arms and lifted her, screaming, “Millie!”
It looked like the two knew each other and Poppy came over to me and introduced herself, “Wotcha, Dick, I’m Poppy and I see you’ve met my sister.”
“My pleasure, Poppy. I’ve seen you around here but we were never introduced.”
The other girls in the group wandered over towards the hedge rows and vanished from sight. Bella threw her arms around me, I gave her a little hug, ran my fingers through her hair, and inquired, “Did you play football with the girls?”
She shook her head at me and said, “They won’t let me play with them.”
“Oh, dear,” I thought, “She probably feels dejected. I didn’t think about the way they downcast her because of her proclivities,” so I reassured her, “I love you the way you are and I’ll always let you play with me.”
It was a bit of a naughty statement and made her giggle. She smiled, puckered her lips and reached up for a kiss.
Then Emmy came over and told me, “Bring your camera. Millie said you were going to take pictures,” and from the wicked smile on her face, I believed Millie had explained the plan to her. So, I gathered my kit and followed them over to the hidden location Millie was going to show me.
End Chapter Fourteen
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