Laura's Delight/Chapter Three

Laura’s Delight

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Chapter Three

I woke to a heavy weight on my chest with something wet against my mouth. My vision was greeted by Laura’s sparkling little brown eyes while she mashed and twisted her lips into mine. I draped my arm over her back and noticed she was not only very early but also deliciously naked. She must have let herself in with the key I gave her. While my cock delightfully throbbed against her warm belly, I squeezed a warm bum cheek while I returned her sloppy kiss.

Then, I pulled away and asked, “I’m happy to see you too, but why so early?”

“Mum left and I had to come and see you,” she told me while she wiggled her belly against my cock, “I’m ready to try it like you said.”

“Say what?” I blurted before the implications sank in, “Let me up for a minute...” I pleaded as I dug my fingers into her sides.

She wiggled and squealed and with little huff, demanded, “Why should I let you up?”

“Well, let’s see, my bladder is busting and you are about to squeeze the pee out of me. It would be nice thing to do before I wet the bed and you,” and I gave her a little peck on the lips. “Then, I need a drink of coffee and some breakfast. Now budge off before I have to tickle you to death, girlfriend,” then really dug my fingers into her and she screamed and wiggled out of my grasp.

Her face lit up when she heard ‘girlfriend’ and tread my heals to the bath. I got nowhere fast while I held myself down at the pan and tried to urge the flow without success.

Then she asked with concern, “Can’t you pee?”

“Not while my girlfriend is watching me… I’m so hard it won’t come out.”

With a toothy smile she informed me, “I can make it go soft for you.”

“I’ll bet you can and you may have to, my juicy little tart.”

“Let’s go back and do what I wanted?” She pleaded with a bright lilt in her voice, “Can we? Please, please, I really want to.”

“We may as well. I was up most of the night thinking about how nice it would be,” I explained.

“Yes!” She squealed, jumped and wrapped her arms around my neck. So, I carried her back to my room, stretched her out on her back and got the lube.

“How are we going to do it like this?” She asked.

“Patience my love and you’ll soon find out. Now hold your legs back.”

I gulped when I saw her glistening split spread open like a blossoming pink flower covered with dew. The sight was so breathtaking in nature, my throat tightened and ears buzzed. Oh, how I wanted to cover the little pussy with my mouth and spear it with my tongue, but instead worked lube into the little brown pucker. Amazing expressions crossed her face while I worked the lube into her rectum. That, along with her heavy sighs and moans which only intensified, along with the shivers and wiggles, until the ring of muscle stretched to take three of my fingers to the knuckles.

“You have to put it in me,” she demanded while I slathered my cock with the slick jelly, “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted when she felt the head pop through the opening and effortlessly enter a couple of inches. “Oh, Robby,” she sighed, “It’s even better than your fingers.”

“Girlfriend, it feels awfully good in there. Are you ready for the rest?”

Dumb question, she raised her eyebrows and looked at me as if I were daft but quickly nodded her head. I had not traveled another inch before her eyes rolled back into her head, she sank into bed and then shivered. While the orgasm burst inside her little body, her rectum did wild things to my cock. It was so exquisite my bag tightened and the scales nearly tipped over for me.

Her features were pulled into a painfully strained smile and she could barely hold her eyes open while she said, “I love you Robby. It feels so good I want to scream,” and then she grabbed my shoulders and shoved the rest of my cock into her tube’s velvety grip.

Now, I was the one that wanted to scream while her hot sheath rolled over my shaft until my balls smacked her tailbone. The sensation was so intense I had to remain motionless until I calmed down. When I attempted a stroke she let out a scream that could shatter glass but was quickly choked off as another, and more powerful cummy coursed through her body. But this time when her rectum grappled me, I hosed her colon with semen.

She beamed me a bright smile while I pumped her full of slimy batter and whimpered, “Oh, Robby, it feels so good squirting inside of me.”

I had to agree with her. I had never experienced anything quite like it. We had something between us that made everything better when we were together and I knew it would never be the same with anyone else.

Note to self: Always spread a bath sheet on the bed before doing this again. I wasn’t prepared for the flood when I removed myself. So, I quickly plugged the leak with my thumb and rushed her to the loo.

She tucked her head down between her legs and giggled while she watched the thick clumps of semen go plop, plop in the water. Then she flashed me a big toothy grin and asked, “How much stuff did you squirt inside of me?”

“A lot, because it was so good.”

Then she rattled the pan with a golden cascade of liquid and the tinkling sound made my bladder scream, so I told her, “You had better hurry before I pee the floor.”

So, she scooted back against the cistern and parted her legs as wide as they would go before she pointed to the water below and told me, “Do it here so I can watch.”

She asked for it, so I took careful aim and let it blast into the pan. Let’s say she was more than a little amused and unleashed a storm of giggles before she informed me, “I’m going to hold it for you,” and snatched my cock away from me.

Who was I to keep her from enjoying herself by swirling the frothy stream around in the pan. It was not only fun to watch, but very stimulating for me. A little too stimulating in fact and when I stiffened, it raise the line of fire and she got splattered from belly to chest.

“Eeek, you peed on me,” she squealed in mock indignation, and then tittered because she thought it was funny.

“Sorry, love,” I muttered as I quickly regained control and forced my recalcitrant member down until the stream played out.

“Hmmm, it’s so warm,” she observed while she rubbed her belly, “That was so nasty it made my fanny tingle.”

“That happens when you do nasty things and I know you loved every second,” I informed her while I wiped her down with a damp bathing cloth, and then had her stoop over the seat so I could wash her bottom. The tiny brown pucker had already closed up shop and wasn’t any worse for the wear, so I gave it a kiss and a lick.

“Oh, that felt good,” she told me as she squirmed, “But, you forgot to wipe the front.”

“Of course I did,” I answered before I mopped her split with my tongue, and then fluttered it over her nubbin and made her squeal.

The tastes and smells were amazing, but further indulgence would have to wait until I had coffee and breakfast. While the coffee brewed I cuddled her in my lap and slowly diddled her clit while she reclined against me.

“Hmmm, my tummy’s all swimmy and I feel so empty now,” she informed me.

“Being inside of my girlfriend was the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Can we do it some more? Mum won’t be back until late.” She begged, “I really want to.”

“You know I can’t resist my girl. She gets everything she wants.” I told her while I squeezed her bum and diddled her even faster, “You can count on it,” which was rewarded with one of her adorable little giggles, a wiggle of her bum and a kiss.

My insolent dick was getting stiff so I finished my coffee so we could dress and go into town for breakfast. Of course, I insisted on dressing her but her little cottons were nowhere to be found.

“I don’t need knickers when I come to visit you,” she informed me with a wink.

“You don’t need them or your clothes either, my sweet sugar plum, because I would just have to take them off. It’s a shame to hide that beautiful body of yours for even one second.”

That set off a round of musical titters that sprinkled from her lips, “You don’t need them either because they hide your big handsome thingy.”

“Quit talking like that or we may never get breakfast. Look what you’ve done to me, you sexy nymph,” I said as I shook my growing cock at her.

“But, I like it when it’s hard,” and she wrapped her hand around me and said, “Hmmm, it’s getting nice and big again.”

“Stop that before I tear your clothes off and have my way with you.”

“Promises, promises, it was your idea to go into town for breakfast. We can just stay here and go nudey.”

“You may have changed my mind, my tasty little tart. But all I have in the larder is oats for porridge, some bread and there may be little butter left. However, there’s no double cream to go with it so it will be a bit bland.”

“Let’s have that. My bottom is itching again and... I don’t want to go out,” and she raised her arms and said, “Now take them off for me.”

I whisked her top off, shimmied her shorts down and told her, “It’s a good thing you want to stay here because you’ve made me so hard I would embarrass myself going out.”

“Let me see,” she demanded, so I stood back let old JT dance for her with his eye on the ceiling, and she asked, “Do we have to eat right away? Can’t we do something else?” Then she pouted and her voice got very low, “I want you back in my bottom.”

“If we don’t eat we’ll run out of strength,” and I squeezed a delectable cheek, “Besides I need more coffee and you dear, could use a glass of squash. We will need all of our strength for what I have planned.”

“That sounds naughty,” She said with another sprinkle of titters before she lowered her voice and informed me, “I like being naughty with you.”

“It’s very naughty and we must eat fast,” I informed her.

She squeezed my throbbing cock and said, “Let’s get a wiggle on!”

I carefully peeled her hand away and warned her, “You almost got a handful of cream.”

“You told me there wasn’t cream for porridge.”

“Would you like my cream for your porridge, you little devil?”

Then, I was bombarded with a shower of giggles along with sly little smirk that crept from the corner of her mouth and she told me, “You have to save it for my bottom.”

“Then, your bottom it is, my delicious little wench,” then I scooped her up and carried her to the kitchen squealing.

We were so randy and anxious to get back to more important matters, we managed to wipe out the remaining food supply in record time along with the orange squash and the rest of the coffee. The little tart insisted on sitting in my lap which didn’t give the old throbber quarter to rest. By the time we finished in the kitchen my balls had turned a bright shade of blue and an ache had set in.

The race was on to see who could dive into bed first. Of course, I was a sore loser and extracted my revenge on my tender little victim in the form of zoobers and tickles. I got her belly button good one time and she turned into a mass of giggling, wiggling flesh before I took aim at her fat mons. While I was at it, her little clit got caught in the crossfire and was subjected to a vicious lingual assault. After she had learned to relax and let her orgasms just happen, those little things, and some that were not so little, would just pop off in rapid fire.

I still don’t know how many of them she could stand in one sitting, but she had five of them in as many minutes. They were pretty good and she looked sort of like a wet flannel that had just been wrung out. Oh, but the miracle of youth. Give her a minute or two and she was ready for another round, but I had already moved on, or rather down. Her orgasms also boosted her little girl sex juice factory to triple production. It made her little hole become a bubbling fountain of rich, delicious broth that dribbled down her arse crack. Which reminded me to get a towel for the bed.

“Just a tick, love,” I quickly grabbed a bath sheet and spread it out to keep from soiling the linen.

Then, I pulled her legs up and went back to the delicious task of mopping pussy juice with my tongue. After the worst, or should I say best, had been consumed, I decided she needed another orgasm for good measure, and plugged her little pussy hole with my finger. I wasn’t halfway inside before that little tube of hers had an apoplectic seizure that took the rest of her body with it. Banish the thought, but for an instant, I imagined my cock was in there getting wrung out and squeezed to death.

“Wow, wow, wow,” she squealed, “If your finger can do that I wonder what your thingy would do.”

“Don’t talk like that, girlfriend, it would probably injure you if we tried.”

“It didn’t hurt my bottom, now did it? I want it in my front now.”

“Bugger,” I thought, “She’s relentless. I can’t let her keep talking like that or I’m going to either spunk or be compelled to give it a go. It would be better right now to stick to the original plan and plug her bottom.” So, I asked her, “You know what I think, girlfriend?”

“How will I know if you don’t tell me?” She tutted and then asked, “You think I’m a mind reader?” Which was a loaded question because I felt she was sometimes.

I didn’t answer her right away because I decided to stop the talk and show her. She knew what I had in mind when I pushed her knees to her chest, slathered my cock with the lube in her slit and pressed it into the dimple of her arse. I ground my teeth together when she squeezed her bottom hole open and swallowed most of my length.

Her squeals of joy echoed in the room but abruptly ceased when a big warm, happy feeling burst inside of her. I almost burst myself but managed to white knuckle it before I gave her bum a good plumbing.

“Do me, Robby, do me,” she squealed as she pounded her heals on my shoulders.

That I did and doubt if it could get any better than this. Her hot little rectum fit me like the tight finger of a silk glove while I gave it long and deep strokes. She was so delirious with pleasure, incoherent noises mixed with moans and deep, guttural sighs spewed from her lips. I’m afraid they came from my lips also. Giving her pleasure gave me the greatest pleasure. Not only from being inside of her, but my heart swelled and my love for her grew as our passion rose in intensity.

“Ugh, sweetheart… sweetheart,” I groaned.

“Are you going to squirt in me now?”

“YES!” I bellowed as I buried myself to the balls, before the force of the ejaculation felt like it blew the end of my cock off.

Thankfully, it didn’t, but what it did do was blow my semen so far up into her intestines it filled her stomach. When she felt it, the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced dropped on her like a ton of bricks and only enhanced the strength and force of my own. The room filled with a white mist while her small body bucked and vigorously shook beneath me. Not only that, but the contractions inside her rectum ensured that nary a drop of semen remained in my balls.

“Robby, the very best part is when I feel your thingy jumping inside of me while it squirts the cream out,” she informed me.

She was spot on; that was the very best part.

The End

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