Little Temptresses/Chapter Three
Little Temptresses
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Chapter Three
As soon as the front door was unlatched, the two girls rammed it open and ran squealing down the corridor to my room. Me thinks I detect a bit of enthusiasm on their part. I was enthusiastic myself as you could tell from the front of my swimmers.
“Unky, hurry!” My niece screamed.
“You two had better be naked by the time I get there,” I shouted back at them.
“Hee, hee, hee, I am, but Mara won’t take her cossie off.” my niece replied.
From the doorway, I told them, “Well, it looks like I’m will have to take it off of her,” and lunged at the girl.
She pretended to struggle while I wrestled her to the bed and slipped my hand down the back of her bottoms, then I growled, “I want to see that beautiful bottom of yours bare naked.”
Her eyes widened and she clasped her cheeks in mock fright as she told me, “Nobody has ever seen me bare naked before.”
“Well, my saucy tart,” I told her as I grasped the sides of her little bikini bottoms, “That means I will be the first,” and slowly tugged them over her hips until her fat mons was uncovered and nibbled my way down her tummy and covered it with my mouth.
She playfully beat my shoulders and lifted her bum so I could pull the bottoms down her legs and off. Then, I pushed her knees back and her little pussy was so small, I covered it with my mouth. She looked at me attentively and was quiet until I dragged my tongue through her split and poked it into her pussy hole. That made her laugh and squeal, the she wiggled as she tried to push me away, but suddenly got very quiet. Every time I raked my tongue through her split her thighs trembled against my cheeks and little spasms in her pussy nibbled my tongue.
Sandy sat down next to her and ran a hand through her friend’s hair and told her, “I like it when he does that to me.”
Mara couldn’t answer but instead of pushing me away, she cupped my cheeks with her fingers and squeezed them every time a tingle shot through her pussy. After I lowered her legs to my shoulders, she hunched and ground herself into my mouth every time I scraped her tiny clit. Then she slammed herself into me when I drilled my tongue into it. While I assaulted her joy bean, I rubbed a fingertip into her bottom pucker and bade it to relax. The tiny muscles slowly did until I pierced it with the tip of my finger. Then I dribbled a little spittle on it and eased it in to the first joint. Her little bum wiggled even more as her excitement built and when I felt her teeter on the edge, I sucked her clit between my lips while I wormed my finger to the knuckles in her bottom.
Her body jerked as she tossed her head back and her arse chewed on my finger while she flew into the clouds and entered the blissful land of little girl delight. She appeared comatose for a few seconds before her eyes blazed open wide and she wiggled from my grasp and told me, “That was fun!”
“Time to get Unky’s happy juice out!” My niece squealed, “Mara’s going to help me, aren’t you?” She looked surprised when the question was posed to her, but quickly bit her lip and with a naughty grin, nodded her head. So, my niece continued with, “Unky needs to get naked. You help me, Mara,” then they both attacked my bathers.
“Lucky me,” I thought as they fought over who would get my cock out first so they could get their hands around it.
Then they were oohing and aahing as they both closely examined the throbbing appendage in their tender hands. “Isn’t it pretty?” My niece asked her mate.
Mara didn’t answer but gave her a big, toothy and very naughty grin as she skinned her hand over the length before she spotted my balls, held them up and asked, “What are these?”
My niece was perplexed and asked me, “Unky, what’s the hairy bag for?”
I chortled a bit at the question and told her, “That’s where all of the happy juice comes from.”
“Really?” She asked, “Watch this, Mara, Unky’s going to show me how to make the happy juice spit out. Aren’t you, Unky?”
“All you have to do is rubbed your hands up and down on it. Mara, don’t you want to help Sandy make it squirt out?” I asked, begging and nodding my head so she would say yes.
“What is it?” Mara inquired.
“It’s the juice that comes out when Unky’s stick is big and happy,” my niece answered, “Help me, willya?”
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Mara. I’ll show Sandy how to do it and you can help her if you like,” and I wrapped my niece’s hand around the old boy and coached her through the strokes.
“Is that all you have to do?” My niece asked as turned her hand loose on me, so fast I had to slow her down.
“Not quite so fast, sweetie,” I admonished, “Do it much slower until I tell you its ready to squirt.”
“Oh, look, the juice is already coming out,” my niece squealed as she ran her finger through the thick bead that had collected on the tip.
“That’s not the juice,” I explained to them, “It’s some slippy stuff you can use on your hand so it slides up and down real easy,” as I smeared it on her palm.
“Oh, wow, I like this juice too,” she told me as she gave me a few test strokes, “It makes it all slippy just like your happy juice.”
“It won’t be long, baby. My stick is so happy the juice is going to shoot high up in the air.”
As full up as my balls were, I would probably crack the ceiling plaster when it shot out. Then I put Mara’s fingers under the bag and showed her how to move the eggs around as I explained, “If you do this, it will make lots more juice.”
Of course that may not be true, but it sure felt good. She giggled while she did it and told me, “It feels like there’s soft eggs in there.”
“That’s what they are, soft little eggs, and you’re doing a brilliant job. They are making lots more happy juice for you.”
As much as I would have liked for this to go on for the rest of the afternoon, I could feel the sperm creep up my shaft and knew it wouldn’t be long. When I felt the tingle in the base of my cock, I warned them, “Here’s your juice, girls!” And though it didn’t quite reach the ceiling, thick ropes of spunk spurted several feet in the air.
They both squealed and when my niece pulled her hand away, I begged, “Don’t stop,” and she retook her grip and her slippery little hand became a blur.
Then they both played in the sticky mess on my stomach and chest while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the attention.
I’m not sure how long I had been asleep, but I was startled awake when my niece shouted, “Mara’s sleeping over with me!”
“They must have been busy on the phone during my kip,” I told myself. “That’s wonderful news,” I told them.
“Can I stay naked?” My niece asked, “I want to play some more.”
“Yeh, me too,” Mara chimed in, “This time I get to make the juice come out.”
As you well imagined, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Hopefully, I had a few more shots left in the old pistol. It would be a shame of epic proportions if I missed any more orgasms like one I had just experienced.
The End
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