A Lick In Time/Chapter Five
A Lick In Time
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Chapter Five
What began as a pleasant tickling sensation down in my nether regions soon became very nice little electrical charges that moved their way up and down my throbbing cock. I wasn’t awake enough to open my eyes yet and floated on that billowy cloud between dream state and wakefulness, when my cock was suddenly enveloped in flaming heat and all my nerve endings went on high alert.
My eyes popped open and I found my cock buried inside Mira’s mouth while my daughter stood next her and whispered, “Swallow it again,” then she saw my eyes and told me, “I couldn’t stop her. She had to do it.”
My only thought on the matter was, “Bless you, my child.”
Who wanted to stop the girl? The sensations were incredible and, if possible, even nicer than the day before. The only difference was, she was naked, just like my daughter and me, and I got my first gander at the lovely little pears that sprouted from her chest.
She looked at me and gave me a sly grin before she swallowed my cock again. I had never experienced anything as incredible as the girl’s throat before. It made me wonder if all girls were capable of such a feat. It felt like my sausage was being consumed for her breakfast and she almost had her helping of cream. All I could do was groan and pray that it would not suddenly end for me.
I had just exclaimed to myself, “It can’t get any better than this,” when she popped me from her mouth and stood up next to me. You could say I was disappointed, at least for a few seconds, before she threw her leg over me and nestled me into her wet slit. If I thought her mouth was smoldering, the inside of her split was a raging inferno.
Then she lifted herself a little, and my daughter wrapped her hand around my cock and popped me into the girl’s indent, then said, “Do it now!”
That was the cue to drop her weight down on me and bury me inside her snatch. I wasn’t a few inches inside her before my cork popped and I coated the inside of her baby tube with millions of tiny wigglers.
It felt like someone had dropped a rock on my head and my brain exploded into a thousand tiny flashes of light, before my inners melted and shot through the end of my cock. I released a loud bellow that lasted until her bum cheeks rested on my thighs and my cock head bounced off of her cervix.
My daughter shook the girl’s shoulders demanding, “What’s it feel like? Big isn’t it. I don’t know how you took it so easily.”
Mira gave us both a strained smile and muttered, “Big… very big,” before she jerked and shivered then laid herself across my chest.
“That was totally wicked. I guess you know what Mira wanted. Don’t think you can do it all the time with her. When I mend up I’m never going to let you take it out of me.”
The girl’s cunt was incredibly tight and my cock throbbed merrily away inside her. I don’t think Mira was quite as snug a fit as my girl, but who am I to compare and complain? The little sperm maker inside my balls was happy to meet the demand and by the time Mira came around again, I was more than ready for a serious shag; but only if I believed she was.
She lifted her head and smiled at me saying, “I can feel you all the way inside of me and I think I like it.”
“Would you like me to move it in and out a little? If it feels uncomfortable, I’ll stop and we can try it again another time… but only if Ellie allows it.”
“What do I do now?”
“I’m going to climb on top of you and put your arms and legs in the right place and show you. I believe you will pick up on it very quickly.”
I rolled her under me without uncoupling and drew myself out a ways then eased back inside and asked, “How does it feel so far?”
“Besides being incredibly full, it feels wonderful. Do it again, faster.”
It didn’t take three of the old in and outs before she locked her ankles around my bum and squealed, “Faster… faster… you have to do it faster.”
Faster I did, until I plowed her little furrow near full throttle. You could hear our thighs smack together when they met and it wasn’t long before she groaned as her eyes rolled up into her head. She jerked a few times, and then all of her muscles went slack except for the inside of her cunny, which turned into a sausage grinder.
Her orgasm had just passed when she opened her eyes and smiled at me, which hit the little unload button inside my balls and all my stringy gobs of goo flew into her womb. She moaned, “I can feel it squirting inside me… nice… so nice.”
It was nice; very nice indeed. I think I pumped a week’s supply of sperm into the girl and wouldn’t have any more to offer for at least a fortnight. I gave her a little kiss and told her, “You were incredible. I’m going to budge off so I don’t crush you,” then sort of leaned over and collapsed on my back.
Ellie jumped between her friend’s legs and ohhhed and awwwed at the cream that dribbled into a puddle under the girl’s bum. I was in near total paralysis but somehow managed to find my way to the land of Nod.
It was close to nine when all of the breath exploded from my lungs and my eyes flew open, only to see my daughter’s smiling face before she scolded me, “You are such a slow coach. Me and Mira are starved and there’s nothing to eat.”
“Oh, drat,” I thought, “I should have brought groceries in yesterday. My mind is just not working right with all the new diversions.”
“Mira, run along and ask your mum if you can go into the village with us for breakfast. We need to visit the green grocers and bakery and I’ll do us lunch.”
“Mum’s gone off and it’s just me and my brothers.”
“Both of you get dressed and please don’t neglect your knickers. Not everyone appreciates your bare bums and fannies as much as I do.”
We had a pleasant breakfast at the Meading Inn and bagged a quiet table tucked back in the corner. They were not as busy as usual and we had a nice time chatting about nothing of importance; except what Wanda Springer was caught doing behind the bike racks.
After breakfast we loaded our carrier bags with all we could carry and strolled back to our place in time for lunch. The girls had this thing about tuna sarnies so I prepared them each one which they quickly devoured along with a packet of crisps. After we tidied the kitchen, the girls trotted off to Ellie’s room and I decide on a beer or three. My throat was parched drier than a nun’s chuff and it hit the right spot.
End Chapter Five
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