Little Helpers/Chapter Three
Little Helpers
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Chapter Three
She showed up the next day, at the same time and I knew it was her from the signature door crash. Then, the slap of bare little feet through the landing in a desperate search to find me and then up the stairway and into my room before she stopped in front of the lounge chair where I was reading.
In her excitement, she panted, “Mum knows I’m here and I can’t stay long so we have to hurry.”
“Hurry for what?” I asked.
“I want to make you squirt,” she answered, “Don’t you want me to?”
“Oh, of course, I certainly do, but I want to make you feel good too.”
“Let me, would ya? I want to try something.”
“Oh, I suppose,” I faked reluctance, “But tomorrow it’s my turn to make you feel good and I’ve got something special in mind for you.”
In her impatience, she pulled the book from my hand before she tore my trousers open and fished me out. I was quite soft and with disappointment in her voice she asked, “What happened to him? He’s all wrinkled up.”
“He was waiting for you to make him big and hard. Squeeze him a little and see if he will grow in your hand.”
There was no way I could keep him from stiffening in her hand. She let out a little squeal as she felt him thicken in her grasp, and told me, “Look at him, he’s getting big fast.”
Then she bent down and licked the little bead of juice from the tip and smacked her lips, telling me, “Doesn’t taste bad. Jean wants me to tell her what it tastes like. I can’t tell cause it doesn’t taste of much.” Then she sucked my mushroom into her mouth and it was so intense I gripped the arms of the chair and hung on for dear life.
A nine year old with my cock in her mouth had to be the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, much less experienced. Then, she sucked on it like her mum’s teat and made my sack draw up. One more little suck and I knew I would lose it.
“Sara, baby, I’m going to squirt in your mouth,” I moaned and she pulled off with a plop and told me, “It’s alright, I kind of like it,” then she shoved my cock against her tonsils, and I nearly tore the fabric off the arms of the chair with my fingernails.
She sucked up and down my length while she cradled my sack in her hand and then when she squeezed my bag, my balls ruptured with such force I feared her injury. But the little girl used my cock like a straw and siphoned every drop from my balls.
I was paralyzed for a minute but when I regained some composure I had to ask, “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?”
“Nope, not ever. Jean showed me how to practice. Her chum Mary does it a lot and showed her how.”
There’s that girl Mary again. She must be the school bike the way she goes after it. It certainly sounded like she did it all and likes it, so I asked Sara, “Love, you’re simply amazing. Are you sure you like it?”
She quickly nodded her head while she ran her tongue over her sperm coated lips and then smiled and told me, “It was the bestest! Got to go but I’ll be back tomorrow,” then, like yesterday, she flew out the back door and I watched her fat bum cheeks jiggle and imagined what they would feel like as they jostled with my face buried in the sweet crack.
I’m afraid I was curiouser and curiouser about that Mary girl and the things she’s taught Jean and Sara. No complaints mind you. I liked what she taught the girls and surely loved Sara’s incredible little mouth. Tomorrow could not arrive soon enough. Especially, a chance to get my tongue back inside her sugary little slit and other places I’m sure she would enjoy. She was the curious and adventurous type and I looked forward to future quests to discover more of her hidden talents.
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The following day, I was startled from my reading by the crash of the garden door that signaled Sara’s arrival. However, this time I noted the distinct patter of two sets of little feet as they raced through the landing. All too soon, I was greeted by the devilish smiles of both Jean and Sara and wondered to myself, “What am I in for today?”
Sara came over and snatched the book from my hand and told me, “You won’t need this,” then dragged me to my feet where she stripped me bare in a matter of seconds.
What special treat was I in for with the two of them? No wrinkled little worm today; my cock throbbed by the time Sara sank to her knees and stuffed me into her gullet. She tucked me in so deep her throat squeezed around bell end, which made her pull away choking and spluttering. Then Jean knelt next to her sister who tried to hand me to her, but sadly, she shook head and only wanted to watch.
“Full stop,” I said as I crossed my hands then helped Sara to her feet and kissed her lips saying, “I have plans for you today.”
“Ahhh, Billy, don’t you want me to make you squirt?” She asked.
“Of course I do,” I told her as I slipped her dress off, “But I have a treat for you and your sister that I’m sure you will enjoy.”
Then I sat her in my chair and draped her legs over the arms which spread her open from dainty brown pucker to fat little clitty and decided to start at the bottom, or rather the inviting bottom hole. This was my first good look at the wrinkled rose which begged, ‘Taste me, taste me,’ and of course, I answered the silent plea and speared my tongue into it before I dragged my taster through the sodden groove until I reached the tiny bundle at the top where I rewarded with a squeal of appreciation.
“Oh, oh, I like it... right there, Billy… right there…” She begged.
Jean pressed her face so close, her cheek grazed mine and I whispered, “You can be next if you want,” and she pulled away in surprise.
So, I quickly went back to work on her sister’s orgasm. Under the fat little protuberance of the girl’s prepuce was a hard little pearl that grew and pushed its way from the fleshy covering. I used the tip of my tongue like a drill and bored into it. She squealed and grasped my cheeks so she could pull me even harder into her split.
Her little moans and groans and sighs were musical and played in time with my tongue in adagio, a pax de deux of little steps across the tiny nub that pushed her along the path which led to the clouds. She shook and groaned and clamped her rippling thighs against my cheeks while I increase the tempo until with one mighty jolt of her body, pleasure flowed though her veins and released euphoria. Then her body went slack as she melted into the chair.
Her sister’s eyes bulge so far out I feared they would leave their sockets, then I looked into them and asked softly, “Would you care for a turn now?”
She hesitated but for a second, then quickly nodded her head and helped me lay her sister on the bed. I slowly drew her dress from her body and was pleasantly surprised to discover twin buds of succulent and tender alabaster beauty so wonderfully positioned on her chest. So flawlessly pale with fat, swollen red strawberries that exuded from the tips. It was a sight I hadn’t beheld since my sister showed me her sprouting breasts and their magnificence took my breath away.
I kissed the tender tips of the delectable buds and kissed my way down over the tiny rippling muscles in her tummy to the frilly waistband of the fabric veil that shielded the secret treasures that were hidden within. Carefully, I tugged the waist over her promising hips as I uncovered soft, hairless expanses of tender flesh as I nibbled my way down to her mons venus. That firm peach that stood watch and towered over the deeply divided crease which protected her succulent playground. Just above the top of the split, sprouted a tiny cluster of soft thin little hairs plastered to her skin with her thick honey. Her knees buckled when I raked my tongue through the tender groove, but then I spotted a flow of thick syrup which trickled in rivulets down her thighs. Then I release the silky knickers and they fluttered to her ankles.
Her shivering body was like pliant like putty as I eased her into the chair and draped her legs over the arms. The fluid excitement glistened from her thighs and seeped down over her bum hole and between her cheeks. I never realized a ten year could produce so much juice but I looked forward to mopping it up with my tongue.
As I pressed my face in I was overwhelmed by the fragrance of the heated redolent bouquet of pheromones that seethed from her sex and bored their way into my nostrils down a straight path to my cock. The poor boy twitched so hard I had to hold him still while I mopped the sex suffused juice from her thighs and between her cheeks on my journey to the cowl that covered her centre of pleasure.
Her wide eyes were glazed in rapture and her face slack in ecstasy as an endorphin storm gathered on the near horizon and threatened to deluge and overwhelm her senses. I only seeded the brewing tempest when my finger sluiced into her yawning spillway and deep inside the muscled chute only to be stopped by the rubbery entrance to her womb, while I nursed on her clit. She sobbed in pleasure with one finger planted deep inside her tight tube but wailed when the second one was introduced and launched her into the heavens while her pussy chewed on my fingers.
However, I didn’t let her rest but added a third finger to the fray as soon as her cunny relaxed and pressed her on to another orgasm on the heals of the first. It didn’t take long for it to arrive and took her out for the count.
Sara had watched the proceedings closely and soon as she saw that her sister was out of the picture, she pounced on top of me and forced me to the floor with her lips plastered to mine as she ground herself against my cock and threatened, “I’m going to make your juice come out now.”
It was music to my ears because my balls had turned blue long ago and my cock was so hard it threatened to split its seams. So, I nibbled on her lips and needled her, “Promises, promises… you sexy little devil.”
“I’ll show you promises,” she wiggled off of me grasped my cock and buried it in her steamy mouth.
“You almost got a mouth full that time you gorgeous little imp.” I taunted her.
She pulled off with plop and jeered back, “Why didn’t you, I’m waiting?”
“Because I want to make you to suffer!” I teased.
“Hah! I’m going to get it anyway,” and she tucked me down into her throat… and… and swallowed.
In what can only be described as a convulsive climax my inners melted like hot wax and surged straight down her gullet and into her little belly. I was paralyzed by the intensity of the orgasm as I watched her calmly dislodge my cock from her throat and wipe the back of her hand over her lips while a big smile of self satisfaction played across her face. She knew she had bested me and I gladly handed her my scepter… literally and figuratively.
End Chapter Three
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