Barefoot Beauties/Chapter Nine
Barefoot Beauties
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Chapter Nine
“Ha, ha, ha... hee, hee, hee,” came the little shards of tinkling laughter that reverberated inside my head.
The tinny din of mirth resonated along with the flickering vision of an old black and white film reel where two little fairies danced over my belly. Every once in awhile they would pause to hug and kiss the hard cock, which stood vertical like a great pole. It must have been over a foot in length, maybe longer, and dwarfed them in size. They each held little strands of ribbon that they tied around the helmet shaped tip, and then they danced around as they wound it down, and then overlapped it like a maypole. Over the tip they slid silky wreaths, and each wreath, as it slid down the length, was followed by their little lips which nibbled, kissed and licked a glittering trail that left tiny droplets of slippery dew. When they reached the bottom, they wrapped their arms and legs around the massive staff and shimmied their way to the top. Their little struggling bodies felt like two tiny hands with soft, feathery fingers that stroked it as they climbed. The first little fairy that reached the pinnacle, opened her little legs wide, and then sat on the very crown and nestled it into her tiny pink slit. All the while, the other fairy hugged the pole tight and twirled down, only to climb back up and repeat it.
In amazement, I watched the tiny fairy at the top grow and grow, and then her pussy expanded as it wrapped itself around the head of my dick. Before the groan that had built inside my chest had time to escape, the fairy on top exclaimed, “I can’t get it in, it’s too sore.”
“What a strange thing for a little fairy to say?” I thought.
“You’ll need to wait a few days before you try again. That’s the way it was for me,” said the second fairy.
“Why don’t you do it since I can’t?” The little fairy on top suggested.
Then, the fairy climbed off and the other ascended to her place. I watched as the second fairy sat on the crest and grew and grew until my giant pole began to slide into her tiny hole and this time my eyes flew open and my groan managed to escape. My guttural sounds of pleasure only increased in intensity as the little pussy slowly swallowed my shaft and it was at that instant, I recognized the little fairy was Sandy.
With a great beaming smile she said, “G’morning, Dick. We couldn’t wait any longer.”
Then Millie flew in my face for a juicy little snog and told me, “I tried to do it with you first, but I couldn’t.”
She was the first fairy that was part of my dream. I remembered she was so sore she couldn’t take me inside her and I felt bad because it was my fault. So, I told her, “Little love, it breaks my heart that I hurt you.”
“Sandy said it would mend quickly,” and then she pressed her lips to mine and finished in a husky little, breathless voice, “I really liked doing it with you.”
Her words made me feel a bit better. But, I should have considered the ramifications first and not rushed it.
By now, Sandy had me buried to the hilt inside her very tight sheath, but required my assistance and begged, “I can’t do it this way. You need to be on top.”
I pulled Millie’s lips to mine for another kiss and told her, “After I take care of your sister, I want to make you feel good. This time without hurting you,” which made her smile and nod her head.
Then, I wrapped my arms around Sandy and she squealed as I quickly rolled her under me, stuck my nose against hers and asked, “Better now?”
She giggled, wrapped her legs around my bum and told me, “After you get the coach moving.”
What better invitation did I require? There was none, so I gave her what she wanted and screwed my cock into her juicy little snatch. Of course, she screwed herself back into me. How I loved this little sex starved fairy who hid behind the guise of an innocent little girl until she got a cock inside her.
With the piss hard I had going, I felt I could go on forever and started out slow, which was a bit too slow for her taste, so she insisted that I kick it up a notch. There was nothing soft and subtle about the way she wanted to be fucked and I believed she needed a lot more, for a lot longer, than I could give her. But, that wouldn’t keep me from trying... very hard.
I wanted my cock to soak and luxuriate inside that little steamy oven of hers, but every time I slowed, she slammed herself into me so hard it rattled my balls. It didn’t take me long to get the not so subtle hint and hammer her bum into the covers. Then, I not only hammered, but I nailed her some more until she wrapped her arms around me and screamed into my chest. She got quite noisy sometimes but it’s not like she did it intentionally; it was purely a reflexive response to a massive orgasm. Every one was different for her and I wondered what noises I made in the throws of orgasm.
With her arms spread wide and her eyes squeezed shut, she took a white knuckled grip on the bed clothes. Then, she bit her lip with an intense look of concentration on her face as she strove to reach her pinnacle. Little squeaks blathered and bubbled from her lips each time I bottomed inside of her and she would grip me hard with her thighs and make little pleasurable noises. I ground myself in hard and at enough of a pace to keep her tightly wound and near the edge, but didn’t want to push her over just yet. It was because I wanted to enjoy her succulent pussy for as long as possible before her little sausage grinder kicked in and took me with her.
Millie rubbed her sensitive little bud with one hand while she ran her other over my thrusting bum and tickled my swinging ball sack with her fingertips. I thought about helping her the tingles but couldn’t tear my attention away from the fine pussy I was plowing.
Then she put her lips to my ear and whispered, “My bum’s not sore.”
Her words made my cock swell even more because of the implication. That was about the time Sandy’s little pussy went into snapping contractions and tried to chew my sausage off. It felt like the sweet little thing had grown teeth and my banger was being eaten for breakfast. Her little body jumped and jolted around like she was plugged into the electric mains. It distracted me so much it staved off my own orgasm and I was able to ride hers out without coming myself. But, both my balls and my bladder were bursting and I needed blessed relief.
Unfortunately, the girl was out for the count and dead to the world, so I gently eased myself out and asked Millie, “You want me to do your bum now?”
She nodded, wrapped her arms around my neck and told me, “Yes, yes, yes!” How’s that for an enthusiastic response?
Then she flopped on her back and brought her knees to her chest, exposing not only her little podgy, dripping snatch, but the target of my affections; her wrinkled brown rosette. It was like a little rose the way it spread its tiny petals open for me and exposed its mysterious dark interior. I dipped my cock in her weeping split to wet it, and then slipped it into its new, steamy little home. It was feverishly hot inside and seemed much warmer than I remember her pussy being. The sight of my cock as it plugged the tiny hole made me harder and more determined than ever to bury myself completely inside and shag the shit out of her; figuratively speaking, of course. Between her lube and my own, I cleanly slipped in until my balls slapped her tailbone.
The quick intrusion made her squeal, and then release a series of happy little chuckles and titters while she twisted herself into me. Then, I withdrew and plunged myself in again only to have her twist even harder, and then drop her ankles to my shoulders. She tucked a hand between her legs and pushed her bum into me with every subsequent stroke I delivered. All the while, she gave her little tingle button a severe drubbing and worked herself up quickly.
With the semen at a hard boil in my bag which threatened to erupt any second, the final straw was delivered when her arse tube clamped around me and began to throb. All of my hot baby cream burst forth in great gouts that basted her colon.
Released from its pent up load, my cock shriveled fast and was ready to fall out and unleash a sticky mess. So, I corked us up as tightly as possible, rushed to the loo and plonked her down on the seat. I knelt in front of her and was mesmerized watching my goo dribble out of her gaping brownie while she emptied her bladder. Unfortunately, it was like dipping my hand in cold water when I needed to pee and quickly brought my busting bladder to critical mass.
So, I stood, grasped my cock tightly so nothing would escape and announced, “Budge back in the seat quick so I can pee,” and then she scooted back and her legs flew apart just in the nick of time.
As luck would have it, my aim wasn’t quite spot on and the burst hit her belly and splattered. Which, of course, she thought was the most hilarious thing that had ever happened to her.
I was embarrassed at first, at least until she grabbed my cock and said, “Let me do it,” and then pointed the stream right on her clit.
The way she tossed her head back and rolled her eyes up, told me it felt good for her to buzz her clit that way. Then, we heard from the doorway, “Hurry before I pee myself,” while Sandy grasped herself tightly between her legs and did her version of the pee-pee dance for us.
I looked down into Millie’s smiling face while she deliberately leaned forward and licked a drop of pee that still clung to my piss slit, which made me groan, “My gawd,” before I reached down and scooped her into my arms.
Sandy ran to take her place and left a wet trail of pee for about six feet which almost caused her to slip on the floor, before she hit the seat hard and peeled porcelain while she gave me a big, toothy grin. After the last little dribble escaped, she demanded, “Now wipe me!” I reached for the loo roll and she put her hand over it and clarified, “No, the other way.”
It must have been because I had acquired a taste for juicy little clam with pee sauce, because her words went straight to my cock and made it lurch. I was going to mention that I hadn’t wiped her sister yet, but didn’t because my mouth was full of Sandy’s tender young snatch. Then again, maybe it was because it so nasty that it enhanced the eroticism of the moment. But, all being told, I really enjoyed wiping her down with my tongue before I drove it into her arse hole, and then nailed it into her clit. The girl loved her orgasms and my downfall was that I loved giving them to her. To me, the most erotic thing next to pumping her full of baby batter, was feeling her pussy nibble on my lips while an orgasm ripped through her little body and she lost control for a short time.
When Millie, who impatiently waited on the sidelines, watched her sister get her tingles, she practically threw her to the floor so she could have hers. Needless to say, I was more than willing to oblige her.
End Chapter Nine
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