Chubby Love/Chapter Three

Chubby Love

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Chapter Three

The crash of the garden door startled me so badly, the coffee in my cup sloshed into the air. I thought it must be the girls, but much earlier than their usual time. Then, I made my way to the kitchen to greet them and found Cassie rummaging through the larder, and I said, "G'morning, beautiful."

She turned around and smiled at me, then quickly went back to her foraging. She settled on a pack of crisps and a tin of cakes, and plopped into a chair and tucked them down her neck. This concerned me because it was so out of character for her, so I asked, "Did your mum not feed you? You seem famished."

Between mouthfuls, she managed, "Mum didn't come home last night and there's no food. I went to Cassie's and I think she left with her mum."

My heart sank, and I told her, "Allow me to do a sandwich for you and there's some soup if you like."

She pleaded, "Please, Mister Billy, I am so starved. I'm sorry I tore into your cupboards."

I assured her, "My beautiful little bird, you don't have to apologize to me. Do you want a drink? Cola or orange?" I poured it for her, flipped on the cooker and made sandwiches.

The dress she wore, was the same one she's had on for days, and I didn't want to trouble her with something I believed I already knew. So, I helped her out of it, washed it in my basin, and hanged it out to dry. She probably hadn't seen a bath in some time and could use a little soap, so I told asked her, "How would you like for me to give you a nice bath. It's been a long time since I've bathed such a pretty girl."

She smiled at me and demanded, "Only if you bathe with me."

I knew there was a space consideration in my small bath, and countered, "If we both can't fit, then I'll bathe you and then you can bathe me. When is the last time you had a bath?"

She answered, "I dunno. A few days... maybe a week. I usually bathe with Ina but haven't in awhile."

Then I asked, "Don't you have a bath?"

"We do but the taps don't work. It takes forever to fill the bath from the kitchen and the water's brassing."

The poor girl. It broke my heart to hear what she went through. I decided then that I would do anything I possibly could to help her.

We had our baths separately and it was nice and a lot of fun. I believe I was able to draw from the energy and enthusiasm that oozed from her pores. I haven't felt so alive in years. After we finished, we both ended up dripping wet on my bed and enjoyed each other's kisses and cuddles, but nothing serious. We languished in the joy of being with each other. The morning was spent chatting away and getting to know the other. It was probably half past eleven before I made my way to the kitchen, and decided we would have our dinner in bed. We fed each other and shared our drinks, before we became more intimate and playful.

After I spotted a little crumb on a boobie, I would lick and suck it up. Then, she would spot one on my belly and do the same. It wasn't until I had ended up between her legs, that I noticed how excited she was. The light caresses had worked her up until the slightest touch caused her body to quiver. Her waterworks were fully functional and quite a bit of sticky fluid had oozed from her fat clam and trickled into her bum crack, only to form a puddle beneath her.

The first delightful swipe of my tongue through her sloppy trench, elicited a loud moan and she splayed her legs as far as they would stretch. I wanted her to enjoy my ministrations, and took my time while I lovingly caressed every little nook and cranny I found. Her cunny hole was very deep within her crack, and I could only graze the surface with my tongue, so I warily ran my fingers around the mouth and gently slipped them inside of her.

If she had a hymen, either it was long gone or simply missing. She enjoyed my probe and I spent a lot of time tenderly stimulating her hole while I gently lapped around her prominent clit hood. I could feel the hard nubbin inside, as it pushed up into its sheath, until it stood proud and bold, as it pulsed like a tiny cock at the top of her vulva.

As her clit fully hardened and extended, her excitement increased to the point where her restlessness urged me stimulate her harder and faster, but I couldn't tell how close to orgasm she was, until it crashed into her. Then her thighs clamped and writhed against my face.

When her body relaxed, she pulled me up to her for a deep kiss, and to told me, "That was the most wonderful feeling I have ever had." Then she squeezed me into her soft and wonderful body.

We rested in each other's arms, until she climbed over me, and nuzzled my cock between those fat, very hot and wet cunny lips of hers. It was like we did yesterday, but in a much more desirable position. The little home she found for me kept my cock head right against her clit while she languorously slid back and forth.

It was so stimulating my come came to a fast boil and threatened to spill. She surprised me, when she lifted herself a little and lodged me in her threshold, then slammed my cock into her baby tube. I didn't make it very far into her before my seed burst forth. That was possibly the fastest and most incredible experience I had ever had. My balls were empty before I bumped against the entrance to her womb.

She was not left unaffected, and had her own orgasm when she felt me fill her with my spend. Then she lowered herself on top of me and said, "That was even more wonderful."

I was left telling myself, "That was absolutely incredible."

Not only was my cock still so hard it throbbed within her, my balls felt like they were ready for another go and needed to empty themselves again. So, I rolled her under me and quickly remounted, and then drilled her. My hips kicked on like a piston hammer while my sack slapped against her bum. I pounded her while she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Then her tight little cock milker grabbed me, and I blasted a fusillade of little come balls into her womb, before I collapsed on top of her.

We both slept like that until I felt a shake on my shoulder, and a soft, melodic voice called me back from the void with, "Mister Billy, wake up. Wake up, Mister Billy. I'm back."

"Who's back?" I asked myself. With great effort, I lifted my tussled head and beheld Ina's smiling face, then she asked, "Are you in Cassie's fanny?"

I nodded my head, then rested it on one of those magnificent mounds so delightfully perched on Cassie's chest. Then thought, "Hello, Mr. Sandman, I've come to call on you for awhile."

When I finally opened my eyes again, Ina sat next us and inspected things, or rather my thing in her friend's thing, and I was still a little stiff. The girl saw my eyes open and quickly told me, "That is so twisted. Your stuff filled her up so much it's leaking out on the bed. You really did put it in her fanny."

Cassie was awake and overheard us saying, "Ina, knock it down a bit! I can still feel you inside me, Mister Billy. Can we do it again?"

I could only give a definite maybe when I told her, "I can only try, love. That wonderful little fanny of yours sucked me dry two times and I don't know if there's anything left in there."

She pleaded, "It was so good, I need some more."

My cock was like a stiff cooked noodle, with most of the bone and bite gone from it. But, she was so slippery from all the come and relaxed enough for me to manage a little movement without uncorking. It felt good and my little erection pump hydraulics were still working, somewhat, which stiffened it a little.

Then Ina practically screamed, "You're doing it again." The girl had such a mouth on her.

She was also very excitable, but it did seem like we were doing it again. A bit shoddy this time, but a few minutes of rejuvenation inside her baby hole brought me back to health, and all the little nerve endings came to life.

Cassie had also warmed up a bit and mewled her approval. So, I sped things up a bit and got a steady rhythm going before she clamped down on me and put her milking machine back to work.

I felt Ina's hand on my bum cheeks while she did a bit of exploration, which included my sack and where I was joined to her friend. Cassie was so loving, and lovable there was nothing I wanted more than to bask in the warmth inside her body. I had found a new home. It was like we were molded together and fitted to each other. When we rubbed ourselves together, it was incredible, but the fucking was extraordinary. We kept it up for as long as possible and her orgasms kept coming but I was spent out, and wound down until I fell out of her.

Ina though, was wound up now and excited when she saw the come flow from her friend’s hole, but she was very considerate and fetched us a towel to mop up. I thought I'd let Cassie rest and put on a beaker of coffee and fetched a cola for Ina. She sat in my lap and went on for days about what she had witnessed. I tried to calm her down, and change the subject, so I could learn about Cassie's home life.

"My mum says her mum is a worthless cow. She called her a bitch and a toss pot. We've taken care of Cassie since she moved here and she mostly eats and sleeps with us."

Then I asked, "Doesn't she have clothes? She says she has to bathe at your place and doesn't do that very often."

She told me, "Nothing fits her anymore and my mum is skint."

So I offered, "Let's surprise her."

"Surprise who?" Cassie asked as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and stretched, while I told her, "You need some regular clothes and I want to take you to the shops and get them fitted for you."

She flatly stated, "I don't have money and mum won't give me any."

I reassured her, "You don't need money, love. I want to give them to you."

She almost knocked Ina to the floor when she flew into my face and smothered me with kisses. I felt sad when I noticed the tears in her eyes, but knew she was happy. Then, I grabbed a bare bum cheek and told her, "We need some proper knickers for you too. Can't have everyone looking at that pretty fanny and bum, now can we? Let's get scrubbed up so I can surprise you."

Although she wore a woman's size, the choices and selection were very limited. Her upper assets were difficult to fit and we only found one dress that she could squeeze into, without squashing her boobs too much. There was a second dress that could be tailored, but would take a day or so, and the same for a chemise and vest. But we did find knickers of the old baggy draw type, and headed back to my place.

I put on a thick porridge and cracked a beer to help me relax and think. The last few days have been a whirlwind, but a very nice one indeed.

End Chapter Three

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