Celia/Chapter Two
Celia
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Chapter Two
She fidgeted on the bed and tried to remain as calm and innocent looking as possible. However, her darting eyes and guilt ridden expression betrayed her. I didn’t want her to feel guilty about letting her natural curiosity get the best of her and it was a thrill to have her peek. She told me what she wanted from the start and did what any child would have done under the circumstances.
Her face brightened while I held the flaps of my gown and asked, “I can’t help it, but you should know that my thing, my willy is hard and a lot bigger than normal.”
She seemed to understand, bit her lip and begged, “Show it to me.”
You could tell how anxious she was by the way she shivered in anticipation. Then, she narrowed her eyes and looked as if she would pounce and rip my gown off if I didn’t hurry, so I gradually opened the flaps until my throbber sprang from the folds.
“Wow!” She squealed, bolted forward and captured me in her tiny grip.
“Hmmm,” I groaned and certainly didn’t expect her to do that.
“You’re so big and pretty, Mister Bill,” she informed me in her lilting voice.
“I’m glad you think so, sweetheart,” however, my knees went a bit wobbly so I told her, “I need to sit down.”
Totally enthralled with her new plaything, her grip never left me as she followed me over and knelt between my legs. Then she moved it this way and that while she carefully inspected it. She even poked her finger into the spongy tip and made me jump.
“Have you seen enough, love? I need to get dressed and do some big old fat sammies for lunch. Would you care to join me?”
Her eyes lit up, she nodded her head and asked, “Do you have crisps?”
“I believe I do, love. A giant sammie and big pack of crisps for you, then?”
“Yes,” squealed and followed me to the bath.
She sneaked another peek at me while I dressed and I was a more at ease, but old willy refused to go down. So, I did my best to stuff him comfortably into my trousers.
With a big mouthful of sammy, frankly I don’t know how she could fit that much in there, she managed to ask, “Can I come over every day for pie and ice cream?”
“Of course you can love. But Misses Hendricks doesn’t always bring pie. Sometimes she brings me dumplings, baked pudding or tarts.”
“Oh, goodie, goodie, goodie, I love those too! You’re going to give me baths too, aren’t you?”
“If it’s up to me, you’ll never get in the condition you were when I met you. Of course, I’ll give you baths.”
“Goodie,” she clapped her hands, “I like the way you give me baths.”
“Me too, poppet, you’re a lot of fun to bathe,” and I really meant it. It was like caring for the little girl I never had.
With amazement, I watched her clean her plate down to the last crumb and that included the pack of crisps. She even turned the pack inside out to make sure there was nothing left inside. We chatted for awhile and I tried to learn something about her. Sadly, I found out she was so starved because her mum frequently let their food run out. My first priority would be to remedy that and stock their fridge and larder.
Then, I found out that she lived in one of the twelve flat, three storey council buildings on one end of the common. Sadly, they were poorly maintained and it would seem that little, but important things, like hot water, were not a very high priority with the housing association. I also found out she had two sisters who didn’t venture outside much.
Luckily, the first bright rays of sunshine blazed into the kitchen. Which reminded me that I never hung her clothes out to dry so she followed me to the washer and got to watch me feed them through the wringer. The little imp then tread my heals outside… naked and made mad dashes through the muddy garden and covered her feet and her legs all of the way up to her bum. Of course, I gave her another bath which we both enjoyed. She was a mucky little moo but that was part of the pleasure of having her around.
“You can wash my bum some more like you did,” she informed me.
“Why should I do that? You haven’t had time to get it dirty.”
“Because I liked the way you did it, please, please, please! Wash it lots longer this time.”
“I’ll bet you want it washed like this?” I asked, as I popped a fingertip through her little sphincter.
“Yes,” she squealed, “Right there.”
“Should I wash it way deep inside like this?” I asked as slipped my finger in to the second joint.
“Oh, yes,” she mewled, so then I ran it in to my knuckles and ground them into her wrinkles.
I found something she really liked and she crouched over and gripped the rim of bath and twisted her bum and purred while I screwed my finger into her bottom and asked, “Have you had enough yet?”
“No, no, no, don’t stop yet. Do it lots more.”
Gawd, I liked the way the inside of her bum felt around my finger. She was so hot she felt feverish in there and it was so tight and silky smooth. It had already put a steel spike in my pants that wanted out. I wanted to have a wank while I played in her bottom but wasn’t ready to abandon my principles, at least not just yet. Apparently, she enjoyed it and derived pleasure and I found that I enjoyed giving her pleasure in the process. That was what prompted my next action. The way she crouched had opened her little pink treasure trove and directly below her tiny pee hole, was a thick, pearly white bulb which I knew to be the centre of even more pleasure. It was infinitely more sensitive than her little anus and I twisted the tip of my thumb into it.
“That tickles!” She squealed and wiggled her hips.
“Should I stop?” I asked her.
“No, no, no… eek, it tickles.” So, I gently rubbed my thumb in circles around it and she shook her bum while her bottom hole clenched my finger. She enjoyed this a lot more and told me, “What’s happening to me? My tummy feels squidgy and, and, and swimmy, oh... oh... oh... I’m going to pee...” she shrieked.
Of course, she didn’t pee but she squeaked as her bum hole cinched my finger and throbbed. Then she jerked in fits while the spasms racked her body and her little cunny lips nibbled on my thumb. I had never suspected that a little girl could experience an orgasm, but believe I just witnessed one.
“Wow! That was super. I really like the way you give me baths. Can you carry me to bed? I feel sleepy.”
I wrapped her in a bath sheet and she was asleep before I laid her in the bed. At least that was what I believed. Then I legged it back to the bath, tore myself out of my pants and splattered my seed into the basin.
“Oh,” I heard a little squeak come from the doorway and only glimpsed the little shadow in the doorway before the patter of tiny feet as they tore down the corridor.
“She did it again,” I told myself but really didn’t mind at all. “Maybe I should let her watch from start to finish next time,” I muttered as I made my way to the kitchen and did a spot of tea.
After my cuppa, I went to check on her and she was fast asleep. She looked so fragile and so perfect the way her tiny, naked body was sprawled on the bed, I sat down next to her and tenderly ran my fingers over her skin which was so soft to the touch.
After her clothes were dry, she took me to her flat so she could show me around. I had to see for myself what her living conditions were like and decide if there was something I could do to help her out. After we arrived, I was surprised to find the door unlatched and we walked straight in to the lounge where the telly was playing a children’s show. However, hidden on the other side of the sofa, were her sister’s, who were sprawled out on a blanket. They were scantily clad in dingy knickers and the oldest wore a thin, tattered and yellowed vest that had seen much better days. They weren’t exactly living in squalor, but they were not far from it. However, the pallid light that managed to find its way through the grungy curtains and into the room, masked the bulk of their unsavoury living conditions.
Celia ran over to her sisters and they huddled together for a brief conference before she ran back and jumped into my arms. She gave me a wet little kiss and asked, “Mister Bill, will you do something for me?
I gave her a peck on the nose and answered, “Anything your heart desires, love.”
“My sisters are hungry. Will you make them sammies like you did for me?” Meanwhile, the two girls crowded in close with wide, expectant eyes while the tension in the air became palpable as they awaited my answer.
“I’ll do more than that love,” I told her and set her to her feet before I knelt in front of the girls, offered them my hand and asked, “I’m Bill and who are these lovely ladies?”
Celia pointed to the oldest girl and told me, “That’s Claire,” and then the younger one, “And that’s Mira.” Whom I found out later were respectively ten and eight.
“I hear that you beautiful girls need something to stuff your tummies with. Why don’t you get dressed and I’ll take you to my place so I can feed you.” Then they squealed as they hopped up and down and then showered my face with sweet little kisses.
Their dresses were dingy but they insisted that they were the cleanest they had. Upon further inspection, there was not a clean set of clothes between them. So, I gathered their laundry and took it with us. The least I could do wash it so they had something clean to wear.
While they ate their lunch, I ran the bath and did a pile of wash. They chatted merrily while they ate and I gave them the last of the pie and ice cream. Then, led them to the bath where they promptly stripped down and handed me their soiled clothes. The little ten year old Claire was beginning to develop and already had a nice pair of puffy nipples perched atop what could have passed for a halves of an apricot on her chest along with a darling little sprinkle of dark hair at the top of her split. However, eight year old Mira only had cherry sized puffies on her chest and the most prominent, fat and deeply divided mons I had ever seen along with a chubby little clit that peeked out from the top. Celia poured the last of the bath salts into the water and insisted that I give her yet another bath along with her sisters. Luckily, they were small and my giant bath comfortably accommodated all three of the girls.
Mira stood, handed me the soap and told me, “Celia said you would wash me.”
“Of course I will,” I answered as I took the proffered bar and polished the lovely little bumps on her chest.
Since I never had the opportunity to raise children and watch them develop. Their maturing bodies were new and exciting to me. My nieces certainly didn’t have anything as fascinating on their chests or I would have been tempted to get my hands on them. Mira enjoyed the way I scrubbed her tiny boobs so much, she simply closed her eyes and let me take my time. However, she groaned when I gently twisted the firm little pebbles between my fingers which made her squeeze her fat mound in response. Her eyes searched mine with a question in them and I knew the answer.
“Your titties are precious, love. I can tell they are making you tingle between your legs. Go ahead and make yourself feel good if you want.”
That’s all it took for her fingers to fly between the lips of her fat little split and go to work on that prominent clit of hers. So, with one hand I continued to squeeze and knead her little nipples and with the other, her fat bum cheeks and puckered rosebud.
“Go ahead, sweetheart, I know you can do it. Just let yourself go and get your feeling,” and that’s exactly what she did. She doubled over with a sharp little orgasm and then looked in my eyes smiled at me. “I’ll bet you feel a lot better now, don’t you?” I asked her.
Just knowing that I helped her over the edge gave me a tremendous sense of satisfaction. One I had never known before with my wife. Sure, she had orgasms but helping these little girls reach them was much more rewarding and I could feel it inside my pants. However, her sisters were not to be left out.
“Do me next! Yes, do me next,” Claire and Celia parroted each other as they anxiously hopped up and down on their toes.
I rubbed my finger on the tip of Celia’s nose and told her, “Be patient while I help your sister first. After all, I seem to remember you got yours earlier but because you are so cute, I’ll give you another in a few minutes,” and ran my soapy hands over Claire’s little titties and told her, “You girl, have some beautiful little titties. Would you like me to rub between your legs while I wash these precious things?”
She quickly nodded her head and pushed her little breasts into my hand while I quickly found the stiff little bean inside her slick split and she moaned and twisted her hips while I rubbed it. I gave the sweet thing a few tingles and then moved lower to her dripping wet little opening. Her knees became wobbly when I eased a finger inside which made her gasp and grip my shoulders, then her little sheath hugged it in its searing hot grip.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” I asked the girl but she didn’t answer me.
Her features melted like hot wax and her little pussy went into contractions which was a beautiful thing to feel while I continued to twist inside of her until they ceased. It was amazing to me that I could bring them off so easily, especially Celia, the youngest of the brood.
Claire’s face glowed after her little orgasm had run its course and I told her, “You have a wonderful little pussy and I love the way it feels inside.” Then, the impatient little imp Celia tore my hand away and tucked it between her legs and I asked her, “You must be in an awful hurry for your turn.”
“You have to hurry, Mister Bill, it’s itchin’ me bad now.”
“I know it is, sweetheart,” I acknowledged, as I twirled around the little pearl hidden inside her tiny folds.
At first she tittered and then she sighed while I rubbed the slippery little bud before I searched for her tiny opening. I was able to ease my fingertip into the mouth but quickly reached an inflexible restriction I could not pass without hurting her. Her flinch made me believe it was painful to even press against it So, pushed my finger into her tiny arse hole with one hand and flayed her clit with the other. That was a one two punch for her and she got her little cummy right quick.
Of course, the girls weren’t going to get clean if all I did was play with their little pussies and their titties, so I wet them down and started a ‘girl wash’ production line. Needless to say, as hard and randy as I was already, it made me even randier to wash their little bodies and listen to them giggle and squeal while I ran my soapy hands over their soft, tender skin and scrubbed those sensitive, but hard to reach places hidden between their legs.
What I really wanted to do was lay them down for a kip and take care of the matter in my pants, but decided that their laundry came first. So, I let them play while I finished with the wash.
End Chapter Two
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