Fat Bottomed Girl/Chapter Four
Fat Bottomed Girl
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Chapter Four
“Want me to lick your bum?” I asked little Ginny as I laid back on the towel. She didn’t know what to do and gave me a questioning look. So, I pulled her over my head, facing my feet, and instructed, “Scoot your bum back… now a little more.” I guided her until her bum was directly over my mouth and told her, “Sit down… gently.”
“On your face?” She asked.
“Yes, on my face. Trust me, you’ll like it,” I certainly would.
Carefully, she eased herself down on my face. When she was within range, I grasped her hips and swiped my tongue over the swath from her little happy bean to her wrinkled pucker.
“Wow!” She jumped, squealed and told me, “Do that again!”
I complied with a little extra lip action and nibbled my way around her pucker, and then inside of her bum cheeks. She was tense at first, but then her bum and thighs began to relax. That was when I targeted her rosebud with my stiffened tongue and prodded it until the little ring relented and welcomed me inside.
I pulled away and asked, “What do you think so far?”
“Hmmm… don’t stop,” and her little hole relaxed even more until I was able to pierce and then wiggle it into her anal canal.
All of her muscles relaxed, including her little sphincter which bloomed open. She bore down harder and stronger while she wriggled her bum to get more of my tongue inside. Then, I circled my thumb around her little happy button, which made her fidget even more. Then, a very slick hand grasped my cock with a hearty grip. I couldn’t help but groan into the sweet little bum that smothered me between its cheeks.
“It’s time now,” Ginny informed me as she climbed from my face, turned around, and then hovered with my cock between her bottom cheeks.
She twisted until she had the knob against little brownie, and then bore her weight down. It felt like I was squeezed into a garden hose, but suddenly, my cock head popped through the muscled barrier. Then, she grunted, strained and pushed until she managed another inch, and then dropped her weight down so hard it nearly bent me in two. But, she managed to relax and her bum plopped down on my thighs.
That left my cock firmly ensconced in not only the hottest, but the tightest hole imaginable. It was so hot, I could have sworn that steam rose from where we were joined and wondered if she would be able to move. But, then she relaxed even more, pulled herself up and tugged my bum off the bed. Then she dropped her weight again and I sluiced into her rectum.
She knew what to do, so I laid back and let her carry on. There was nothing I could do to improve upon perfection.
Zara mashed her juicy lips against mine for a kiss and asked, “She’s good, isn’t she?”
Good was an understatement. Honestly, I didn’t believe it could get any better than this. Of course, I wasn’t going to tell her that because it might provoke a bit of jealousy between them. So, I groaned and nodded, in a restrained and somewhat unenthusiastic manner.
Ginny’s little fingers were buried in her split, while she whisked her clit to a stiff foam and pummeled herself up and down on my pole. All the while, little groans, moans and chirps bubbled from her lips. The sweet little sounds were a pleasure to hear and made my balls churn in their bag. While her sister mashed and rubbed her wet lips against mine, I could feel the sperm rise in my shaft. When she tensed and her tight little arse grappled me, my balls spewed forth and hosed the girl’s inners with sticky goo.
A fusillade of slimy little gobs of pasty batter splattered the spongy walls of the tight little tunnel while I bellowed into her sister’s mouth. Then things got real fuzzy for me and the room faded to black.
I awoke a short while later to a wet little set of lips that were plastered to mine. Ginny had her own class of kiss that she enthusiastically pursued. Then, I wondered what had happened to Zara, but not for long. The incredibly warm and wet sensation of a hot little mouth engulfed my cock and told me exactly what she was up to.
“Was there no limit to these girls knowledge?” I asked myself, and then she popped me from her mouth and lapped my length like a lolly. “Certainly,” I wondered, “she had the forethought to wash my cock before she took it in her mouth?” To my chagrin, I later found out that she had not. But, that was a story unto itself.
Even though I only went about half hard, the lick and suck she gave me was quite enjoyable. All the while I kissed her little sister and squeezed her bum. Little Milly’s bum was still full of my juice and it was a pleasure to rub her slick little arse hole and poked my fingers inside, while I recalled how good my cock had felt in there.
Because Zara felt neglected, she got on her hands and knees, then begged, “Rub that spot up inside my front hole like you did ‘cause it was the best.”
I wanted to rub it with my cock, but I’m sure she knew that wasn’t going to happen until I recovered a bit more. Fingers never went flaccid and were an excellent second choice.
Then, I kissed her brown pucker and drilled three fingers into her cunny. The little sweet spot just below her cervix was within easy reach. She arched her back as soon as I pressed into it. I hoped she would reward me with more of her sugary cream like before. Then, I rubbed my thumb in circles around her thick clit to help her along; which didn’t take much doing. She screwed her bum around in circles while little shock waves rippled through the muscles in her thighs. It wasn’t a minute before she went ‘kaboom’ inside and collapsed face first onto the bed. I kept my fingers inside her and continued to rub until her orgasm ebbed. True to form, plenty of thick cream poured from her hole and I wouldn’t allow a drop of it to go to waste.
First, I sucked and savoured the sweet batter that clung to my fingers, and then scooped as much as I could from inside her pussy before I licked the rest out. Of course, that left me with another issue. During the meantime, she popped off another orgasm and produced even more cream. Not that I complained, not in the least, since I was more than happy to clean it up again.
Then, we were off for a quick wash and rinse in the bath. I brought the girls their clean clothes, we dressed, and then popped out to the burger bar.
We all had a Bill’s Classic Burger, chocolate shakes and shared a giant mound of fries, the yank version of chips, drenched in tomato ketchup. We didn’t chat much and were about halfway through our meal when I noticed that Zara was jiggling. Her body shook and I could see ripples run through it. She ate solely with her left hand and every so often she would freeze, while her eyes took on a distant look and her face went blank. It appeared that she was having a series of orgasms. So, I looked under the table and sure enough, she had her hand tucked down her shorts while she frigged away.
Ginny sat next to me, while she stuffed down the last remnants of her burger, sipped her shake and laid waste to the fries. I whispered in her ear, “Does your sister always play with herself like that?”
She swallowed, took a slurp of her shake and replied, “Uh, huh, she does it all the time.”
“How about you, poppet?” I asked.
“Sometimes I do because it’s so naughty.”
“Don’t you ever get caught out?”
“We have, but the men like to watch us do it. A lot of times, people just ignore it and let us carry on.”
Needless to say, my cock had rapidly rejuvenated and now formed a hard lump in my pants, which Ginny noticed straight away and her hand went straight for it. I peeled it away and scolded, “Not here. We, especially me, could get in a lot of trouble if somebody calls Old Bill.”
“Can I play with it later?” She inquired.
“Course you can, just not out in public like this.”
She seemed a little crestfallen, and I would have loved to accommodate her, but not at the risk it posed. Then, Zara released a very audible sigh of what sounded like relief, then held out her fingers to me. My cock throbbed at the sight of the thick, cream coated digits, so I sucked them into my mouth while she moaned. If I could have brought myself to do it here, I would have crawled under the table and lapped the cream straight from the source.
We tossed our litter in the bin and jaunted across the way to the girl’s flat. The entrance was very dark because the lamps were busted and the door glass was crazed with a large crack running through it. Zara quickly opened it and led us up a flight of stairs to her landing, which was also dark. The building was very old, in disrepair, and there were probably had fifteen layers of cracked and chipped paint of many colours on the walls. Even the ceiling plaster was cracked and stained. She dragged me down the dirty and rubbish strewn corridor to her place. Their door had seen much better days and appeared to be slightly unhinged and poorly repaired. She unlocked it only to reveal even more squalor inside.
The girls took me to their room which had a soiled, small double bed mattress on the floor, without linen and a filthy duvet. Zara filled three large rubbish bags with clothes, which was much more than I had anticipated, that we must carry back on foot. While we stuffed the bags, she discovered an article of clothing misplaced in the heap and held it out to show me.
It was a bright pink tube top that was relatively clean and she told me, while she stripped off her t-shirt, “This is my favourite,” and pulled it over her top.
My cock had minded itself and returned to its normal, flaccid state until I saw her boobs in that top along with her bare, poochy tummy. Ginny immediately spotted my tent, grabbed it and asked, “Can I do it in here?”
“Let’s not start anything yet. Wait until we get back to my place.”
Then Zara came over and squeezed my bulge, asking, “Does this mean you like my top?”
I groaned, “What do you think, love?”
She gave me another squeeze and said, “I have just the cure for this,” and then she walked into the lounge, peeled her tight shorts off, bent over the arm of the sofa and wiggled that big beautiful bum of hers at me.
“Bugger me,” I mumbled and on autopilot, walked up behind her, dropped my trousers, pealed her fat pussy lips apart and groaned when I saw the white creamy juice that filled her split. Then, I pressed my knob into the mouth of her cunny hole and took the short and sensuous ride inside, hindered only by the rubbery bulb at the end of her tunnel.
I knew if lifted myself up and not crouch, I could grind my cock head directly into that little depression below her cervix and provide her with a mind numbing orgasm. It was doubtful I would last for long, but would have to give it another go when we got back to my place. When I found the depression and nudged into it, she quivered and ground herself back into me, while I took a few exploratory thrusts into the sensitive a-spot. That was all it took for her little cunt tube to go into apoplectic contractions that sucked the sperm straight from my balls.
It filled her to the point that it dribbled out the sides and was probably the fastest orgasm I know of to date. I started to ask Milly for a flannel, but my ever ready girl had one in hand and gave it to me. We still tucked a wad of toilet tissues into Zara’s gusset so she wouldn’t soil her shorts on the way back.
End Chapter Four
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