Fat Bottomed Girl/Chapter Two
Fat Bottomed Girl
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Chapter Two
I tucked my basket under the bench closest to the deserted swings and roundabout, in the hope that I would spot my love. There was a group of girls that played footy in the distance and I was sure she was in the group. Yeah, it’s her and that’s her sister Ginny in her purple princess play dress sitting off to the side. If they didn’t come this way soon, I’ll have to wander their way.
Ah, I believe Ginny spotted me. At least she jumped up and legged it in my direction at breakneck speed. When she was about twenty feet away, she began to scream, “Al, Al… Al,” and then impacted me at high velocity before she smothered my face with little kisses.
I squeezed her, saying, “I missed you too.”
“Zara said you would be here. What did you bring us to eat?”
“Oh, nothing much, just sandwiches, biscuits, cakes, boiled sweeties and lots of fizzy pops. Want one while we wait for Zara?”
She nodded her head and I popped a can for her. The way she gulped it down I figured she must have been thirsty. It wasn’t that warm out yet but she worked up a sweat running over here. Oh, Zara just spotted me and ran full throttle in our direction. I hoped she slowed down a bit before she reached our bench… she did, just a little and slid her bum over my legs as she flew into my face for a kiss.
Gawd, she felt good as I ran my hands over and squeezed her sweaty body. Even her sweat smelled good. There was something about a little girl’s sweat that excited me. I noticed a bead of it across her upper lip, so I swiped it off with my tongue before I mashed my mouth against hers for a wet little snoggy. Her lips melted against mine and we didn’t stop until we had to surface for air.
“That had to be the best and sexiest kiss anyone has ever given me,” I told her.
She nodded her head, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and asked, “Can I have a drink?”
I popped a can and handed it to her, asking, “Are you hungry?”
“Yes!” she exclaimed so they followed as I carried the basket to a nice shady spot and we sat in a circle on the green.
The way they tucked away the food, none of the extras I brought was in danger of going to waste… including the drinks.
“Would you like to come back to my place? It’s not far and you can cool off in my girl’s old paddling pool.”
“We don’t have any cossies,” Zara informed me.
“My girls didn’t have any either. You know what they used to do?”
They both shot me a questioning look, so I told them, “They wore their birthday suits.”
Both of their eyes got wide and Zara asked, “They went nudy?”
“That they did. The hedge rows are so tall around the back garden, nobody will see you.”
The girls had an impromptu conference which was punctuated by Ginny’s, “Yes, I want to.”
My little flock of birds followed me back to my place and as soon as the door was cracked, they threw it open and went on an inspection tour, sprinkled with the spurious exclamations of, wicked, cool, awesome, brilliant and unreal. I believed they liked my place.
One of the first things they spotted was the pictures I had of my girls when they were their age and I explained that they were grown and had moved away a long time ago. The painful part was when they found a picture that laid face down. The one I didn’t want to toss in the bin, but pained me to look at. I explained to them that my wife was no longer with us.
Then, I led them out to the garden, dug out the old pool and filled it with water. They took turns on my lap while we chatted and sipped another round of cold drinks. Ginny was a little tart and quite the fidgety arse; she never quit wiggling around. That was until I tucked my hand under her dress and ran my fingers over her bare thigh. At first, she squealed and clamped her legs together, but then she relaxed, opened them and scooted down a bit. I twirled my finger around and around until I brushed the leg opening of her knickers, and then rubbed my finger over the juncture of her little lips, which she was very content with.
If possible, she spread her legs even further while I rubbed into her little slit, which of course led me up to her sensitive nubbin. She closed her eyes while I twirled around her tingle button. Meanwhile, Zara had moved her chair ub close and lifted her sister’s dress so she could see what I was doing.
Ginny stretched, wiggled herself against my fingers, and then looked up at me and said, “You can take my knickers off if you want.”
That I did and soon they were around her ankles and then off. I placed her feet on my leg and scissored her’s apart so I could caress every little nook, cranny and wrinkle. Zara tucked her fingers between her legs and rubbed so she could scratch the itch that had developed.
“Love,” I told her, “Why don’t you take your shorts off so I can watch you play with that beautiful fanny of yours.”
She gave me a naughty smile, tugged them off and put her fingers back to work. I kissed the top of Amy’s head while I zeroed in on her little bud with one hand and rubbed her brown pucker with the other. She hunched her little hips up into my finger frantically for more and more stimulation until she jerked and her cunny lips nibbled on my fingers. Then, I watched Zara toss her head back and pull her legs up as the ripples ran through her thighs. It was almost too much for me and I felt I was going to lose a load in pants any second, which I didn’t want to do.
So, when Amy jumped up, I tore my trousers open, hauled the beast out and put Molly Thumb and her four beautiful daughters to work. Both of the girls took to their knees with smiling faces mere inches from my cock when it erupted. It felt like a little Howitzer went off and fired shells of gooey spooge four foot into the air. Ginny wrapped her hand around my spewing member and subsequent bursts sprayed the girl’s faces and hair until the last bit bubbled over her fist.
They both burst into laughter and I couldn’t help but join them. Their batter splattered faces were an incredible sight which got even better as I watched them rub it in and play with it.
Ginny kissed my cheek and whispered, “That was fun,” and then stripped off her dress and jumped into the pool, splashing us both and soaking our clothes. However, it gave us a good excuse to take them off.
The younger girl still had a bit of puppy fat and the cutest little poochy tummy and bubble butt. It was something I loved about girls her age. They can be a skinny little beanpole and still have a fat little tummy, bum and mound.
However, her older sister excelled in the fat tummy department. It drooped so low, it almost covered her fat mons but even more extraordinary, were her titties. I realized they were from the fat and had no real development, but they were very real and in my opinion, titties. If it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck, then it must be one. I couldn’t keep my hands from them and gave them a thorough massage while I devoured her lips. It was so intense for a minute, the girl almost swooned. But, it breathed life back into my cock. I pressed and rubbed the old boy into that fat tummy of hers and she couldn’t help but wrap her fingers around me and tug it.
We were so worked up, the pool was forgotten, so we slowed down a bit so I could wash the quickly drying sperm off. So, I urged her into the pool and since there was not really room for the three of us, I sat her little sister on my lap and we carried on a splash and tickle fight until Ginny decided that she needed some more attention; between her legs. She tucked my hand between them and I rubbed her little clit while her sister tried to disrupt our activity.
Maybe she thought her sister received too much attention, but she was persistent until I relented and suggested, “It will be a lot more comfortable if we go inside.”
Ginny squealed, “Yeah!” And then stood up, pulled her little cunny lips apart and blasted a sharp stream of pee into the garden green.
It was fascinating because I had never seen a girl pee standing up before. So, I asked Zara, “Can you pee like that?”
She shook her head, climbed out of the pool, squatted with her knees splayed wide and fired off a pencil thin stream four foot out. It was a feat I could not match even in my hey day when I had peeing matches with my mates.
Then Ginny took hold of my half hard cock and said, “Your turn,” and pointed me out towards the green.
Try as I may, I couldn’t get my stream going with an audience. So, I willed and wished and grunted and pushed but it still wouldn’t come out. It didn’t help that the girl’s hand felt so good it was making me stiff, so as much as I hated to, I pried her fingers off and let nature take its course. Then, Zara did something despicable. She sprayed me down with cold water and it not only succeeded in lowering my cock a few notches, it brought on the urge to pee and I managed a spurt, which turned into a steady stream.
Of course the girls felt they had to observe closely and I had trouble concentrating on the task at hand because my cock was on the rise again. But, I managed to successfully empty my bladder before the valve inside shut things down. It was time to go inside so I could give those two a firm tongue lashing in all of those mysterious places they had between their legs.
We had mostly drip dried, so we didn’t leave water trails as I led them up to my room. I spread a bath sheet on the bed, lifted Ginny into the air and tossed her onto it squealing. Then, I pulled her legs back and stuffed my face between her bum cheeks and licked her from tasty arse hole to stiff little joy button. After a few tongue lashes to the clit, she held my cheeks, with her head tossed back and eyes squinted close. Then she jumped, wrapped her legs around my neck and pulled me in tight.
Things got so intense for her, at first she started to push my head away, but then she succumbed quickly and squealed. Her legs shot out straight as the orgasm consumed her. It was a real pussy clincher and I thoroughly enjoyed the way her little lips nibbled on my tongue. Then she threw her arms apart and basked in the afterglow.
While she rested, I urged Zara on her hands and knees with her bum high in the air. Then, I pulled her cheeks apart so I could admire her fat, poochy clam and wrinkled little arse hole before I drilled my tongue inside.
The broad expanse of luscious, plump bum crack begged me to smother my face between the podgy, pillows of flesh… and that’s what I did. With a curled, stiffened tongue I plowed through the puckered, brown ring of muscle like warm butter, which caused her to squeak and bear down. The little sphincter blossomed open so the lingual invader could slither past the anal canal and lap the spongy red walls of her rectum.
“Oh, my gawd!” She squealed and bore down even harder while I tried to drill it into her colon.
I felt a little hand grasp my cock, and then looked down into Ginny’s smiling face as she told me, “You should put this in her bum,” she said with a squeeze, “She likes it that way.”
“She does?” I asked in surprise.
“In her fanny too. She likes that the best.”
“Wow!” The word echoed inside my spinning head as I drew in the reins.
“I like it in my bottom, too,” she added.
Frankly, I didn’t count on any of this. Yes, they both seemed somewhat knowledgeable about sex, but I would never have guessed just how experienced they were. I needed to check for myself and pulled Zara’s fat cunny lips apart. Her sister was right; no obstruction whatsoever. I could see all of the way past the dark pink, glistening walls, to the girl’s rubbery grey white cervix. Then, I tested it with my digits and easily rubbed circles around her a-spot; the anterior fornix below her cervix. I knew it was a hot spot for much older girls, but she went wild when I did that. It wasn’t a minute before she gasped for breath, her pulsing pussy canal grasped my fingers as she dropped like a rock into the bed. All without touching her clit.
That left me with white, cream coated fingers. It was the female version of semen, the fluid produced by the Skene’s glands and something I relished because of the high sugar content; sweeter than honey.
End Chapter Two
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