Exposed/Chapter Three
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Chapter Three
I’m afraid I was now a regular at the common and remembered to stuff a blanket and some towels into my picnic basket. Word had gotten around with the younger set that if you wanted to see a willy, I was the go to person to see. Luck was not always in my favour, but enough that the callouses on my palms had begun to recede. Today, was a shining example.
“Hiya, Mister,” the little girl around seven said as she plopped on the bench next to me and flashed me her missing two front teeth.
She caught me by surprise. I had just finished my sandwich and didn’t see her approach.
“Wotcha, love. You have to be the most beautiful girl I’ve seen today. I’m Billy and who do I owe the honour?”
“You talk funny. I’m Amy.”
I took her hand in mine and kissed it, telling her, “It’s my pleasure, Amy. What brings you my way?”
“I can see your thingy.”
“Oh,” I snapped my legs shut and apologized, “I’m terribly sorry, Miss Amy.”
“You didn’t have to close your legs. It looks really wicked. I wish I had one meself.”
The two upper incisors that were missing told me she did not have many of her milk teeth left, so I would say she’d be at least mid-sevens to eight. I quickly jumped to the heart of the matter and queried, “Would you like to see it again?”
“’Course I do.”
I slowly opened my legs and she tucked her head down and looked inside, telling me, “It’s really pretty.”
“Have you ever seen one before?” I asked, already anticipating the answer.
“Yup, all the time. I think yours is bigger.”
That piqued my curiosity so I had to ask, “And who’s thingy do you look at?”
“My neighbour, Mister Flanders. He likes for me to watch him pull on it. He says, (while she tried to imitate his brusque voice) ‘It feels so much better when you’re watching me.’ Then this creamy stuff comes out.”
“That is so funny, my neighbour, Miss Janice, likes to watch me pull on it too. I really like making it come out for her. Sometimes she brings a friend and they both watch.”
“Oh, wow, my mate Jean wants to see it come out. If I get her, will you pull on it for us?”
“Not here, but I know a place we can go.”
“What about Jean, can she come along?”
“I’m sure she can if she wants. Who’s minding you?”
“My sister is and her boyfriend are minding us both. She told me to make myself scarce. I think she wants to snog with her boyfriend,” and in a very low and secretive voice explained, “She pulls on his thing and I’ve seen her do it.”
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She smiled at me, puckered her lips, ran a finger over them, and told me, “All zipped.”
In a low and conspiratorial voice, I told her, “My neighbour and her friend like to pull on it for me.”
Her eyes got very wide, and she asked, “Can I? I want to and I know Jean will want to help.”
“Of course you can,” I told her as I gathered my basket, and told her, “Go fetch your friend and follow me,” then I sauntered over to the wood.
By the time I reached the brambles, I could hear my little friends galloping towards me, about fifty feet behind. So, I waited for them and they soon caught up.
Amy was about four feet, fifty pounds and her friend was a few inches taller, I guessed she was about eight. Amy’s light, shoulder length blonde tresses flew in the wind in stark contrast with Jean’s short, curly ginger locks. I could see the excitement in their eyes as they approached and I believed they were anxious to get on with things.
“Follow me,” I told them while they giggled and tittered between themselves, dogging hot on my heals.
When we reached the rock in the clearing, I spread the blanket on the ground and asked, “Who wants to take my shorts off?”
They waved their hands and bounced on their heals while they squealed, “Me, me, me.”
“Why don’t you both do it at the same time?” I asked.
It was not necessary for me to repeat myself. Both of them literally tore my shorts off and freed my raging cock. They both froze and stared in awe at what they had just released. The expressions on their faces alone was enough to make my cock throb and do his jumping act for them.
Amy looked up, with a question in her eyes, so I nodded and she wrapped both hands around me. Oh, gawd, her cool little fingers felt good and I moaned while she jerked them up and down so hard and fast, I had to restrain her.
Then I stripped off my shirt, laid back and told them, “Slow down and don’t do it so hard,” then I showed them a few strokes and instructed, “You have to keep it a bit slow until just before I squirt, and then you can do it real fast.”
“Can I make it squirt?” Amy asked and then Jean chimed in, “Me too, let me do it too.”
“You can both do it at the same time and when I’m ready to squirt, I’ll tell you.”
I took Amy’s hands, skinned them up and down a few times, and then I took Jean’s and placed them lower on the shaft and tried to coordinate their strokes. They weren’t bad, in fact, I thought they were great. They both sat back in tailor fashion and I groaned when I noticed all of the hairless pink that was tucked up under their skirts. There was not a pair of knickers to be found between them.
While Amy worked on one side and Jean on the other, I smoothed my fingers up their bare thighs until I reached their little slits. Then ran my fingertips up and down the tender little cracks until I slipped inside in search of their elusive little joy buttons.
They both squealed when I found them, so I twirled my fingers in circles over the sensitive little nubs of flesh. Now I was the one that lacked coordination. It’s not easy to diddle two girls at once while they played with your pole, so I resorted to plan B.
“Who’s had their fanny licked before?” I asked.
Jean quickly popped in with, “It’s my favourite. You can lick me if you want,” and then Amy added, “My doggy likes to lick me.”
Things had gotten a lot more interesting concerning my young and seemingly experienced little wards. The doggy lick really garnered my interest. That was something I would love to watch.
“Since I can’t lick you both at once you’ll have to take turns. Who wants to go first?”
“I’m first,” Amy informed me.
“Why don’t you sit on my face while Jean pulls on me.”
She broke out laughing, and asked, “Sit on your face?”
“Yes, that way I can get my tongue deep inside that sweet little fanny of yours and give you lots of tingles.”
Comprehension dawned on her and she exclaimed a simple, “Oh!” and quickly lowered herself over my head.
The problem was, her skirt covered my eyes as she crouched over me. So, I pushed it out of the way and told them, “Time to get naked if we’re going to do this right.”
They wasted no time and in two ticks my eyes were blessed with so much tantalizing, lusciously bare and hairless flesh, I didn’t know where to start. But, since Amy was first, I helped her kneel over my face, held her pert little bum cheeks in my palms and guided her to my mouth. My senses were overwhelmed by the pungent little girl sweat and heady cocktail that brewed inside her tiny split.
“Oh, gawd,” I groaned when Jean abandoned the hand job and decided a horsey ride on my cock was now in order.
Her cunny lips were more developed than her friend’s and swollen thick and hot. Not to mention very slick with her excitement and the best part was she didn’t require coaching. I gave her free reign to demonstrate her equestrian riding talent. After she mounted me in her saddle, she gave me one hell of a bloody good ride; championship quality. So good in fact, it would be nigh impossible for me to last for long.
So, I resigned myself to the inevitable and focused on the little cunny in my mouth. The girl’s little twig of a clit was easy to find, simply because it stuck out so far when it was stiff; like it was now. I zeroed my stiffened taster in on the little nubbin and knew I had her attention when she bounced her bum on my face while she slapped her thighs against my cheeks. Finally, I had to secure her hips while I delivered the final blows. Even that was difficult as she neared her climax and things became awfully fuzzy in my brain around that time.
Jean not only knew how to bring herself off on my cock, she knew how to take me with her. Her ride became frantic towards the end as she bounced me in her saddle at a breakneck gallop. She squealed and the slippery slit that gripped me went into seismic level convulsions. When I felt the first tremor rock through my cock, my sperm took an exit cue and blasted thick ropes of creamy goo onto Jan’s little tummy and my chin.
Our orgasms were contagious because Amy quickly contracted hers and performed a dazzling bum twerk on my mouth that displayed an amazing amount of muscular coordination. I must inform you that you haven’t experienced an orgasm until you’ve had one with a little seven year old, actually almost eight, doing a twerk on your mouth with your nose buried in her arse hole. It took my orgasmic experience to a higher level. Unfortunately, I seemed to lose consciousness near the end when all of my brain synapses fried from sensory overload.
I don’t know how long I was out but it couldn’t have been long. When I woke my nose and mouth were a bit sore and my face was covered in little girl sex juice. Not to mention my own spend that extended from my cock to my chin. The girls were quite content to play in the sperm puddled on my belly.
However, my heart seized in my chest when I heard a familiar voice say, “I see you’ve made some new friends.”
“You’re a bit late and as you can see, missed the big do.”
“How’s your finger doing? Think you can show me again where my pussy hole is hiding?”
It was impossible for me to resist any of the girls; especially Edith. We had been through a lot in the short time since we met and it’s been my privilege to instruct her in some of basics in the fine art of sex. She took to it like a duck to water and not only has she given me some real gut wrenching orgasms, but after I showed her where her little pussy hole was, with my finger of course, she never wanted me to take it out. One finger was not enough and the last time we were together, I brought her to an easy dozen orgasms with two fingers that reamed out her little pussy. She almost made it to the three finger mark, which I anticipate she will reach in the near future.
“Is your little pussy hole itchy again, love?” I asked.
“It’s always itchy now and you’re the only one that can give it a proper scratch.”
What an enviable position I was in with her. I introduced the girls to each other while I wiped off the various liquids I had accumulated on my body and explained to Amy and Jean that Edith needed my assistance and they were welcome to stay.
End Chapter Three
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