Barefoot Beauties/Chapter Four

Barefoot Beauties

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Chapter Four

After I got my breath and some of my strength back, I realized that yuck, I’d left quite a mess on our tummies that needed to be mopped up. Then, it was time to wrestle the girls until my tummy grumbled for food and most likely theirs. Even though I had just eaten two very delectable little pussies, I realized that man cannot live on pussy juice alone. It would be nice if it were true but it was time for something a bit more substantive.

“Why don’t you sexy little nymphs accompany me to the cafe for breakfast?”

“Can we have runny eggs and potatoes?” Sandy inquired.

“Yes, runny eggs and waffles,” Millie added.

“Of course and anything else your heart desires. I’ll ring your mum and tell her where we’re off to.”

The two little vixens were incorrigible. As soon as they spotted our corner table free in the courtyard, that’s where they dragged me and I was only too happy to accompany them. All sorts of indecent thoughts bounced around in my head concerning our last visit. Of course, they insisted on sitting across from me so they could show me their bare little pussies, which put quite a strain on the integrity of my zipper.

I ordered for the girls and myself and dug a bit into their history while we waited for our food to arrive. Mind you, stumbling on these two has to be the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me and I loved both of them to death. But, the question of how they acquired their special knowledge nagged me the most.

“Our sister, Flo, is much older than we are and she’s in university. While she lived at home, she introduced us to her boyfriend, Alan, and we played with him… and then… there was...” Sandy explained to me.

“Yes, and... there was, who?” I asked.

“Millie and me used to watch Uncle Timmy and mum doing it and we got caught.”

Millie then whispered in my ear, “I like your willy, err... dick better.”

I kissed her lips and whispered, “I love your little pussy better, but don’t tell your sister,” and then I gave her a little peck on the nose and you should have seen her eyes light up while she hopped in her seat.

She smiled and fluttered her eyelids at me, and then I asked Sandy, “That’s a great story, you’ll have to tell me more?”

“We watched Flo and her boyfriend Alan doing it a lot and after awhile, Flo said I should try it. Since he had a skinny stick she said it would fit. But it really hurt at first and there was some blood so I was scared. But after I mended, I really liked it.”

“Gee, I would think you were too little. How old were you at the time?”

Our breakfast arrived and we continued between mouthfuls. Not only was the story incredible, it kept an iron bar in my pants that wouldn’t let up.

“I was almost eight and just lost my front milk teeth. After that first time, it felt so good, I fought with Flo over who would get to do it with him. Millie was jealous that I could do it but she couldn’t, so Alan did it in her bum and she really liked it.”

My thoughts went wild at the anal aspect and wondered if I could fit in Millie’s bum and even better yet, if I could fit inside Sandy’s little pussy. But then, I’m getting ahead of myself and they may not be ready for anything bigger than Alan’s skinny stick.

“So, it sounds like your sister Flo showed you just about everything. Is she the one that taught you how to suck so well?”

“Oh, we both sucked on Alan but it was mum who really taught us how to do it with Uncle Timmy. You should have heard the funny noises he made.”

“Listen, both of you are incredible. I could barely move after you finished with me.”

“Can we do it again?” Sandy inquired.

“Oh, definitely, positively yes,” I enthusiastically answered.

“I can do it under the table like when we wanked you?”

“Ah, I’m not so sure. I mean, like it was incredible when you wanked me. More so because of thrill of possibly getting caught out, but I don’t know about the sucking. It just seems too big of a risk.”

She put her feet across my thigh and rubbed them against the steel pole I had in my pants. I rubbed her feet and they were so soft and the way her leg was cocked, I could see up inside that glistening little clam of hers. The more I looked at her bare slit, the harder I rubbed the soles of her feet and used my thumbs to massage in deep until she chirped and shook her body.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I inquired.

“Oh, no, I felt it all the way to my pussy,” and she rubbed her foot up and down the length of my cloth covered cock and said, “I really want to suck on you some more.”

“You don’t know how much I want you to, but not here. Let’s wait until we get back to my place.”

“We could go to the toilets,” she suggested, and then nibbled on my ear, whispering, “I really, really want to suck on you... now.”

“Oh, gawd,” I thought, “Her mum was right. She always gets what she wants and knows just how to get it.” My reserve had already crumbled.

“Alright,” I capitulated, “Both of you walk in front of me so that nobody notices the front of my trousers.”

It wouldn’t do to be seen escorting the girls to the toilets with an obvious pole in my pants. There’s no telling what would be on people’s minds and I certainly didn’t to meet up with Old Bill.

After I latched the door behind us, I fumbled with the front of my trousers while the girls knelt in front of me and waited in rapt fascination for the great unveiling. The giant wet spot in the front of my pants had already soaked into my trousers and when I finally wrested my cock from its confines, a big blob of my juice pushed itself from my little eye, dribbled over the tip and pulled a long, sticky strand that was intercepted before it touched the floor.

My hungry little bird, Sandy, shot her tongue out and slurped it into her mouth like a lizard would catch a bug. It upset her sister because she didn’t get a taste but she made up for it by going after the source. I gently cupped the girl’s cheeks and couldn’t help but groan as she gobbled half my length. Her sizzling mouth caused my brain to go into meltdown and I was ready pop my load but they needed to share. However, they fought over turns nursing my throbber.

“Give it to me,” Sandy begged and then grabbed me from her sister before she stuffed it down past her tonsils.

“I won’t let ‘er have it all,” Millie informed us as she pulled me from her sister’s mouth and tucked me so far down her throat, she gagged.

“Don’t fight, girls,” I begged breathlessly and realized how hard it would be to share once I had begun to squirt, and then added, “Open your mouths wide and hold your cheeks together.”

They sensed that I was ready to squirt and I used their fluttering tongues as targets while I delivered the finishing strokes. You would think it would be an easy target but the intensity of my orgasm caused me to lose control. That first big squirt went off course and spattered Sandy’s face before they captured the head between their pursed lips and ensured that another drop would not escape.

The picture of their lips joined over the tip of my spurting cock engraved itself in memory for all time. So, did Millie’s tongue as it lapped the splatter from her sister’s face. I couldn’t help but drop to my knees and lick the girl’s fragrant little bum crack while she cleaned her sister’s face. Of course, Sandy demanded equal time and I licked hers. We had spent way too much time in the gents, so I escorted them out and broke several driving laws getting back to my place.

Then, we raced to the bedroom and were all naked and in bed in no time. What I enjoyed about these two was their playfulness. I guess even sex was a game for them. They were the ones that introduced me to the thrill of sexual exploits in public places which I would never have tried on my own. It certainly made for thrilling adventures and, though hurried, enhanced the act. But in bed we would start off playful until things heated up, and then indulged in long, slow and protracted hedonistic pleasure.

The two of them ganged up on me and what started as a tickle fight, soon led to snogging, and then to a tongue bath. After a long and heated snog with each of them, I nibbled and licked Millie from head to foot and she was in heaven but Sandy was not completely left out. She watched us while she rubbed that long little clit of hers. Every once in awhile I would abandon Millie for a few minutes and lick it for her. None of us were in a hurry and we managed to keep things down to a low simmer.

Millie, I discovered, had a strong inclination towards all things anal and while she held her legs to chest, I gave her little arse a deep tongue reaming. Sandy enjoyed watching me first tongue her sister’s arse, and then finger it to until she was on the brink of orgasm. I kept her on the edge for so long she was desperate for an orgasm. Sandy pointed the fact out to me and also let me know that she was ready for her turn.

Up until that point I had only used two fingers in the girl’s arse but knew she would easily accept another and needed direct clit stimulation. So, I twisted three fingers into the girl’s little bum and twirled my thumb against her nubbin. Boom, she was instantly transported into little girl happy land without a whimper. However, it was a knock out blow for her and she went out for the count.

Instantly, Sandy jumped me, pushed me back in the bed and demanded, “Give me one first and then do me like you did my sister.”

I had her sit on my face, facing my feet, while I buried my nose in her fragrant arse and nursed on her clit. She popped the first one off in ten seconds and then begged, “Don’t stop yet.”

Of course, I didn’t stop and she got her second toe curler in less than a minute. We decided then to forgo the tongue bath and try for the world record for how many orgasms a nine year old could have in an hour. She rode my mouth to three more before I put my fingers to work on her pussy. While she was on her hands and knees with her cheek against the bed I fed her a healthy slice of two digit finger pie while her orgasms came in waves and were so frequent I lost count of them. That third finger in her pussy did her in and she joined her sister in the Land of Nod.

The problem now was I had two satiated and quite unconscious girls and a set of busting balls. So, I employed Misses Palm’s services before I joined them in strength restoring rest. We didn’t wake up until noon and had sarnies and crisps before they dragged their heals back to their place. I fully expected to hear from Claire asking, “What did you do to my girls?” But the call never came.

End Chapter Four

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