Barefoot Beauties/Chapter Five

Barefoot Beauties

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Chapter Five

“Bam, bam, bam...” deja vu... I thought, as the pounding reverberated through the house and shattered my peaceful morning reverie. At least this time I made it through a whole cup of coffee first, and now I expected the phone to ring.

I had an excellent idea of who was at the door and made my way to it. When I cracked it open, two little birds whom I won’t name, but you know who they are, crashed through and nearly toppled me off of my feet. Hmmm… I spotted the large packs they wore just before they pounced on and attempted to maul me. This time, they brought me down to the floor with them… and then the phone began it’s jingle.

“I’ll bet that’s your mum telling me you escaped the house and are headed over to see me,” I told them as I made my way to my feet, and then over to the phone.

I picked it up and announced, “They just arrived wearing large packs.”

“Oh, hiya Dick, I hope you don’t mind if they sleep over with you. I barely caught up with them before they left and that’s what they informed me.”

“Well, I certainly wasn’t expecting it… it’s, it’s… they’re sleeping over? Not that I mind, but… are you sure it’s alright with you?”

“Of course it is and it was their decision. I know they are in good hands and if you get tired of them, you can toss them out on their ears,” there was no way I would want to toss them out… I liked them in my ‘good’ hands.

“No worries, Claire. It just surprised me, that’s all.”

“I knew you would be fine with it. Have fun… ciao… click,” the phone went dead, and then the penny dropped.

“She knows, but just how much does she know?” I asked myself.

Then I held my arms out to my girls, gathered them up for hugs and smothered them with kisses, saying, “Your mum tells me you’re sleeping over.”

Millie pulled me down to her mouth and gave me the hottest, wettest kiss imaginable while she tried to poke her tongue in my mouth. Of course, I had to battle with the intruder and managed to subdue it by trapping it between my lips and battering it with the tip of my tongue. It wasn’t long before my other little girlfriend took offense, pulled her sister away from my mouth and pulled me down to the floor with her where we traded more than a little saliva. By the time we came up for air, I was packing some serious iron in my pants.

“You don’t mind if we stay the night with you, do you?” Sandy inquired.

“Oh, never. Why would I object?”

“Mum said we should call first, but I told her we didn’t need to.”

“It’s polite to call first, but I’ll make an exception just for you and your sister.”

Then she kissed me on the nose and asked, “Are you hungry?”

“Just a bit but I’ll wager you are. I’ve seen the way you tuck down food.”

“Can we go back to the cafe? I really like it there.”

“Yeah, why do you like it so much? I remember the last time we went.”

“I like it ‘cause, I just do. Isn’t it fun?”

“If it was more fun, you would have to bury me. You’re not getting more of those under the table ideas, are you?”

“No, but I have another one that will be fun.”

“You’ll be the death of me yet. Mind cluing me in on your fun idea?”

“It will be more fun if it’s a surprise,” she told me and I couldn’t wait!

“Maybe a Full English Breakfast for me this morning?” I thought, “I might need the extra fuel to keep up with these two… maybe tip in a pint for reinforcement,” so, I asked them, “How about The Iron Boar? There’s no courtyard, but the tables are very private.”

“Does that mean… you might… ?” Sandy inquired with considerable enthusiasm.

“Maybe, but we must be very, very careful. It’s out of the question unless we can get the right spot away from everyone.”

Actually, I knew just the spot and their breakfast crowd was usually very light. When we arrived, the Maître d'hôtel escorted us to, what I considered, an ideal location. Not only was the lighting subdued, but the tablecloths were a lot longer than I remembered them. Plus, we had two wing back chairs at our disposal… now to peel the little beauties from my lap and have them take a chair. They were really hot today and I was inclined to pack our meals and take them back to the house with us.

“I’m still a bit hesitant about this, so, let’s not get too frisky, too fast.”

So, what did Sandy do? She pulled up the wing back chair so it faced me. It was very discreet unless someone stood beside her and happened to glance down. Then she put her feet up on my thigh very close to the rapidly growing tent, and parted her legs. I’m sure I was the only one who could really see under her skirt, but what I saw almost popped my zipper open. Her little clit was so hard it poked an inch straight out and throbbed. I never knew that clits throbbed and couldn’t tear my eyes away. I believe my cock throbbed with it in perfect harmony.

I was torn back to reality when I saw the waiter approach and gently set the girl’s feet on the floor. We ordered and I got a pint because I knew it would settle my nerves a bit.

Sandy ate with her left hand, which was unusual until I noticed the way her right arm jiggled. I leaned over to look and she had her hand tucked under her skirt which flapped away.

“What?” She asked when she saw me watching her, “It tingles and I need to scratch it.”

“I neglected both of you before we left, didn’t I?”

“Yes, and now I have to take care of it myself.”

“Pull your chair up close to the table,” I instructed her.

I knew my breakfast would grow cold, but my girl was in need and a spot of clam juice would go well right now. So, I did my disappearing act and slid under the table. Which was probably the first time I ever did it without being shit faced. I lifted her knees, put her feet on the seat cushion and dove into my feast with relish. She managed to contain a little yelp, tossed her head back and couldn’t hold her fork while I dined. Let me say, it was even better than my breakfast. I wished I could live on this sort of meal, but then again, I would never pull my face from between the girl’s legs.

I trapped her throbbing clit between my lips and it jumped every time I scraped my tongue over it then her thighs clamped my cheeks and shivered. You should have heard the squish when I drove a finger into her tiny wet hole, which made her jump jump while her little tube grasped and pulsed around my digit. Reluctantly, I pulled my face away as her orgasm ebbed and what should I see, but Millie’s smiling face. She had tucked her head under the table and saw everything that had transpired.

“You have to do me next,” she whispered, and was something I seriously looked forward to.

My breakfast lost its flavour after I devoured the tasty frutti di mare. Its rich, musky liquor still coated my face and permeated my nostrils. There was no way to avoid it. It was so wonderful I believed it would be a crime to wash it off, so, I banished the thought.

Miss fidgety arsed Millie squirmed in her seat while she anxiously awaited her turn and if you watched her closely, you could see her body vibrate… she was buzzing. That instilled more determination to help calm her down with a nice, big orgasm. So, she traded places with her sister and swooped between her legs. She was small enough that she could hold her knees back to her chest, which gave me access to everything she had down there. I was most impressed by the way her little brown wrinkle opened its mouth for me and I slid my tongue inside.

The robust, earthy flavour exploded over my tongue and the fragrant, musky aroma punched itself into my nostrils. I licked and rimmed and reamed the precious little bottom hole until she pulled my face up so I could focus on more serious matters; like her clit. Never fear, I would definitely tuck my tongue back inside that sweet wrinkle of hers again… soon.

Her little white pearl was very hard and had grown considerably, so I circled my tongue around the sensitive little bundle until she pulled me in so tight I could barely move. Then I gave it broad and hard swipes until her little moans became a happy tune replete with sighs which culminated in a not so subtle squeak. It wasn’t long before her little pussy nibbled my tongue and lips until she finally stilled. She was now one happy little girl and I was ready to blast a load into my pants.

“Are you ready now?” Sandy inquired.

I wanted to scream, “Yes,” but simply nodded my head while she settled me in my chair and tore my trousers open.

It was a relief to have my cock freed and my little little bird was happy to gobble him into her mouth. She nursed the tip while she skimmed the thick juice up the shaft and savoured it on her tongue before she got serious about relieving me of my pent up load. There was so much of the pre-ejaculate she shared it with her sister and for a awhile suffered two little mouths while they each took an excruciatingly pleasurable turn as they sucked, licked and stroked me to the edge.

As soon as the semen shot its way up my shaft, in lockstep they opened their little mouths together and let the gobs of white jelly paint their greedy little tongues. When it all was over, all I could manage to do was slump back in my chair and declared to myself, “I believe I could use another pint.”

Somehow I managed to finish my breakfast without further interruption. The day had barely begun and I already felt drained and I believed I needed to go home and a little kip should be my next order of business. Frankly, that second pint didn’t help much. Rarely, and I mean rarely, do I imbibe before lunch. I’m sure the big breakfast didn’t help much either. It might after some of the carbs have converted to much needed energy. My troupe managed to follow me out to the car where I delivered the bad news.

“Since two little girls I know drained every drop of from me… after we get back to the house I going to have a kip and you’re welcome to join me.”

They were still full of energy and declined... because I was just no fun now. After I climbed into be, sadly alone, I was asleep before my head touched the pillow and dreamed, which is something I never do during the day. The big plus was my dreams were filled with young and quite hairless little nymphs, which, well, gave me some wood. Maybe they should be called ‘wood nymphs’. Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to wake up with a tree limb.

End Chapter Five

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