Little Helpers/Chapter Two
Little Helpers
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Chapter Two
I was boiling hot in the sweltering heat of the afternoon, but I had to have my cuppa tea. People think I’m strange because I don’t add milk or sugar, but that’s the way I like it. Mum had always encouraged my siblings and me to stay away from the sweets and we rarely had milk or sugar around, so I developed a taste for the plain.
While I filled my cup, the loud crack of the garden door as it smacked the wall startled me and I jumped; dropping the pot. When I looked over, a smiling, somewhat disheveled and sweaty little girl named Sara stood with her back against the door and informed me, “I’m bloomin’ boiling. I just sneaked out of the house and ran over. Nobody knows I’m here.”
That was an unexpected development, and I was quite surprised at the sudden and somewhat noisy entrance she made. But, I wordlessly stared at the lovely imp. She was adorable even with the wet, disheveled strands of hair that clung to her face and the little smudges of grime. I had known her since she was in nappies and suppose I never really looked at her like I did now. Something was different and had changed since she wanked me because now I noticed how attractive she was. The thin little summer shift she wore flowed over her body like a sheer drapery and was almost transparent. The thing that caught my eye the most, was the way her hands slowly lifted the front of her dress until her very fat and bulging mons was on prominent display. Bugger, bugger, bugger me, but it looked delicious.
Since I was just dawdling around the house and hadn’t planned on much, I was bare chested and only sported a pair of loose jogging pants. However, my little beauty’s sudden exposure turned my cock into a steel pole that pushed the front of my joggers out.
She giggled, put a hand over her mouth and pointed to my tent, telling me, “Jean told me that would happen if I showed you. It just popped up like a tent pole, hee, hee, hee,” she giggled, “Can I… ah, do you think, maybe, I could hold it again? I really want to. It was so wicked when the goo squirted out.”
I was rooted to the spot and could not move, much less use my paralyzed vocal cords, so I dumbly nodded at her. She graciously accept the invitation and yanked my joggers down so fast it almost snapped my cock off. Then she dropped to her knees and firmly grasped my stiff member.
“Your hands feel so good,” I managed to groan.
“My fanny tingles when I hold you like this,” she informed me.
“Let’s go to my room,” I requested, “It will be a lot more comfortable on the bed and you will be a lot cooler after we take that nasty wet dress off.”
She never spoke a word while she led me by the cock and eased me onto the bed. Then she pulled her dress off and sat on my thighs so she could devote her full attention to the task at hand, or rather in hand, and those hands of hers felt awfully good.
“Jean’s friend Mary likes one of these inside her. She put a brush handle as big as your thing in her hole and showed us how it’s done.”
It wasn’t visions of sugar plum fairies that danced through my head now. The thought of putting the real thing inside Mary’s tender young hole caused me to lurch, and Sara tightened her grip around me.
“It sounds like Mary gets around a bit,” I managed to gasp.
“Oh, she does. But she’s nice and I like her. She knows all sorts of things. I’ll bet she would like to pull on your willy and let you do it to her.”
I knew Mary and she was a plump little butterball and I wouldn’t mind a bit if she pulled on my willy and maybe let me put it inside her. It’s like I had developed an instant addiction to little girls. Maybe Jean would like to wank me, or better yet I would love to have all three naked girls stroking me at the same time. That would be six little hands all vying for a better grip and would feel so good, most likely my heart would fail. But, what a way to go!
Then, I gulped when I saw it… Sara’s little yawning hairless clam not six inches from my pole. It was such a beautiful little thing I couldn’t resist running a finger through it, which made her flinch and wiggle, telling me, “That tickles.”
“Don’t you rub yourself there, I thought you did.”
“It doesn’t feel like that,” she told me.
“Want me to stop,” I asked.
She shook her head and told me, “It feels better than when I do it.”
“Then you will enjoy this,” I said as I popped a finger into her entrance and she jumped but didn’t pull away, “It feels better inside, don’t you think?” As I squeezed a finger in past the first knuckle with nothing to bar the way.
“You can poke it all of the way in if you want,” she told me while she continued to wank me in her two fisted grip.
“I believe you should feel as good as you’re making me feel. What do you think?” I asked her.
“I can feel it way up in my tummy. That must be why Mary likes to have things in her hole.”
“Have you ever tried a hairbrush like she uses?”
She shook her head and said, “Unh uh, but Jean has.”
“Your sister’s used the hairbrush?”
“You should see her when she moves it in and out real fast.”
“That’s something I’d love to see,” I muttered to myself and pushed my finger so far inside her sheath my knuckles ground into her little lips, and I told her, “You would probably like the hairbrush,” I told her and believed both of the girls would enjoy the real thing even more.
“Do you know what your good feeling is?” I inquired.
“Is it like the tingles? I’m tingling real bad inside now.”
“It’s much better than the tingles. The good feeling is like having all of the tingles happen at one time. Would you like one?”
She bit her lip and nodded, so I screwed the single digit inside her and ground my knuckles into her fleshy bean. Her little pussy felt so good now she couldn’t concentrate on wanking me but my goal was to bring the little girl off with an orgasm she would remember. So, I eased her back in the bed and lifted her knees. Her little pussy tube was awfully tight and I might not be able to get another finger in her, but then there’s the clit. So, with one hand I screwed her little pussy hole and with the other ground my thumb into her clit.
The way she lay in repose, you would think she was asleep if you only saw her upper body. Her eyes were peacefully relaxed and her face devoid of all expression. But her lower body showed a storm was brewing. Her belly rose and fell with each tense breath and the muscles in her legs and thighs were taut with her toes curled. The rhythmic contractions inside her pussy tube regularly grasped my finger and pulsed around it while her swollen cunny lips assumed a rich, rosy glow. There was so much juice in her little hole it squelched each time I fed my finger into her.
I looked for signs of an impending climax but none were visible until her eyes popped open and she bent herself in half. Her legs shot out straight with her toes pointed and she trapped my hand between her trembling, clenched thighs.
Then, breathlessly she groaned, “That was super!”
“I guess that means you liked it?” I inquired.
“Can I have another one?” She begged.
“After you help me get mine,” I explained.
“You get one of those when you squirt?”
“Yeah, can you see why I like it so much?”
“Well, I’m going to give you the bestest one ever,” she told me as she pushed me back in the bed and assumed her former position on my legs with the superb grip she had on me. Then scooted up until my bag was squeeze against her little quim as she doled out her finest strokes. “I’m going to make lots and lots of juice come out for you.”
She certainly would with those heavenly little hands of hers and I wished she could keep it up for hours but I had been so hard for so long, I knew that wouldn’t happen. However, I enjoyed every stroke she administered.
“Your the bestest,” I complimented her, “Absolutely brilliant job!” The compliments gave her even more incentive and she varied her strokes with my reaction to them. It was the ones that brought my bum off the bed that she liked the most and they were the ones that brought me closer to orgasm. “I’m getting close,” I warned her, “Not much longer now…” and that last word stuck in my throat as balls unleashed their spunk.
Just like she did before, she pushed her face in close and squealed while I painted it with thick gobs of gooey semen. I didn’t understand her motivation, you would think at her age it would be repulsive, but she seemed to enjoy it to no end with a great, happy smile across her face until she skimmed up the last little bits inside my balls and they dribbled over her fist.
“Give me a hug and kiss, you mucky little moo. That was the bestest of the bestest that anyone has ever done before.”
It was almost true because my former girlfriend tossed me off a few times and, let’s say her technique left a lot of room for improvement. However, Sara did an excellent job and I was quite content. She crawled over me for her kiss and her face was positively dripping with come.
So, I used my finger to collect what clung to her upper lip and sucked it into my mouth and said, “Hmmm, scrummy!”
“Let me try some,” she begged so I scooped up some more and she anxiously sucked it into her mouth and swirled it over her taste buds while her eyes rolled as she conLittle Helpersd the flavour.
“What do you think?” I asked her.
“Give me some more,” she demanded and that I did.
I scooped every drop from her face and she ate it all up like a baby bird and begged for more. I’m afraid none of my girlfriends showed enthusiasm for the taste like she did and I would be all too happy to give her as much as she wanted.
“My turn now,” she informed me and then fell back with legs spread wide.
Her little weeping pussy looked so inviting and so delicious I decided to postpone the proposed finger poke for another time. From the way she enjoyed my finger, I’m sure she would enjoy my tongue even more. Let’s say she was pleasantly surprised after that first lick from her bum pucker to her fat clitty bean and pulled my face in so she could grind her pussy against my mouth. It didn’t take a minute of clit lashing and pussy hole slurping to send her into the land of little girl bliss.
“Sara, where are you?” We heard Jean call through the open window.
“Oh, poo,” she grumbled as she hopped into her dress and gave me a tender kiss, and then twisted her finger on the tip of my nose and informed me, “I’ll be back tomorrow,” and then legged it out the garden door. So, I looked out the window and watched her fat little bum jiggle all of the way home.
“Oh, bugger,” I mumbled, “I didn’t scrub my semen off her face. Maybe she will wash it off before her mum or sister noticed it.”
End Chapter Two
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