Fat Bottomed Girl/Chapter Three
Fat Bottomed Girl
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Chapter Three
Zara rolled onto her back, held her arms out to me and begged, “Do my bum now.”
I made a mental to note to find out why, at their tender young ages, they knew so much about sex. But, the inquiry must wait because there was an important task at hand; a lovely arse hole that needed to be filled.
It had been many years since my love, Cindy, had moved away, and then later my daughter. My wife never went for anal sex and it was something I really missed. Zara reminded me so much of Cindy, it excited me to no end. My only wish right now was that it didn’t excite me so much that I popped my rocks off before we could enjoy it.
I smeared lube on my cock, pulled her legs to her chest, pressed the bell end against the lovely puckered orifice, and said, “Your sister tells me you like it this way.”
She bit her lip, nodded and replied, “A lot... I really, really like it a lot.”
“How about when I lick your bum, do you like that a lot?”
“Yes, but after you lick it you have to put your dicky in me… please.”
“Oh, sorry love,” I apologized, applied a bit of pressure against the neglected pucker and… oh, without much ado, a few inches slid right inside and was she cooking in there.
I watched her eyes close and all expression melted from her face, almost like she experienced an orgasm and she urged, “Put it… put it all inside... now.”
Without further urging, I easily squeezed the rest inside her and ground my pubic bone into her nerve filled perineum. It brought back such delightful memories of my time with Cindy. I slowly withdrew until only the tip remained, and then plowed back into her. It had been so long since I had been inside a hot little bottom, I had forgotten just how good it was.
“Are you happy, now?” I asked. Lord knows, I was and it was incredible.
She cracked her eyes open a little and with an almost pained expression, nodded her head, shoved her bum into me, and in a sultry, low voice demanded, “Now do me!” Needless to say, I wasted no time in fulfilling her request. She covered her breasts with my hands, which were a nice handful each, and continued with, “They need some attention.”
How callous of me not to consider those marvelous appendages. They felt quite nice and offered quite a bit of leverage while I screwed myself into her bottom. With each bump and grind into the plump saddle of her bum, I groaned, squeezed those sweet titties of hers and then she groaned. We were both content with our unhurried pace but I could tell she was anxious to reach her peak. I was so close myself it wouldn’t take much to push me over the edge. It had been so long since I had been inside a girl for me to last very long.
As I felt the last vestiges of control slip away, I kissed her luscious lips and barely managed to whisper, “This is for that beautiful bottom of yours.” Then, I heard the great roar of the surf as it crashed into rocks, and then a brilliant nova of white light exploded behind my eyes.
A guttural, strangled and almost unintelligible cry rose from the girl’s throat, “I can feel it squirting inside of me,” while her sphincter pulsed around my cock as it continued to spew its slimy goo into her bottom.
On shaky arms I gently eased myself down on the girl, she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me in for a deep kiss, telling me, “I want lots more of you in my bottom.”
With the whirlwind of events, I had forgotten that Ginny was in the room until I felt her shake my shoulder and tell me, “I need some too.”
As content as I was in the afterglow of the marvelous fuck, I felt completely depleted and wondered if I had the stamina to keep those two satisfied. Mark my words, though, I would certainly give it my best.
Then, with no forethought while my cock quickly deflated, I begged Milly, “Quick, fetch some flannels,” but she had anticipated the consequences and came prepared. She handed them to me and I forestalled a disastrous stain by placing them under the girl’s bum before I uncoupled.
“Carry me to the loo,” Zara begged. She was a big girl and as much as I wanted to carry her, I wondered if I could. But, I tried anyway, grunting as I lifted her into my arms and waddled my way to the bathroom on shaky legs, and then lowered her to the seat.
“Hurry, I hafta go,” Ginny begged while she danced from foot to foot while I wiped her sister up.
While I helped Zara into the running bath, the girl quickly commandeered the seat and drilled holes in porcelain. Then she shook the loo roll at me and said, “I hope you don’t mind.”
“Mind? Now why should I mind?” I asked before I set the roll down, pulled her legs up and gave her a tongue wipe which made her squeal and shiver. She wouldn’t let me get away and pulled my face in for more. Most of the liquid I had vanquished with my tongue wasn’t pee; it was the girl’s natural juice. She was so excited it had dribbled down into her bum crack. So, I gave her a treat, sucked her magic button between my lips, and then lashed it with my tongue. The coup de grâce came when I located her little wrinkle and wormed a finger in to the knuckles. It was instant happy time for her and her scream rattled my eardrums when it struck. Unlike me, she recovered instantly, wrapped her arms around my neck and I carried her to the bath.
Something I never tired of, was giving girls their baths. I looked forward to bath time with my daughters and their friends. But, it had been so long since I had done it, more than a little nostalgia was invoked. Since my bath was so small, I had to lean over the rim and wash them, but it was a thoroughly delightful experience.
I dried the two down and allowed them to return the favour. Try as they may, my little soldier was dead and wouldn’t even twitch for them, but they were not deterred in the least with the limp beast.
Afterwards, we partook in a bit of liquid refreshment, biscuits, cakes and assorted sweeties, along with ice cream. In the end, my cupboards were bare, along with the pantry. It certainly appeared that a visit to the grocer’s was in order.
They needed to be home by five, so we got plenty of hugs, kisses and tickles in before they had to depart. I told them, “You can come straight through to my place and bypass the park if you want. You’re welcome over anytime,” and then I showed them where in kept a spare key in a hidden crack on the porch steps.
That evening I paid the grocer’s a visit to stock up on supplies. We needed extra fizzy pops, squash, juice, biscuits, cakes and three tubs of ice cream. Hopefully, that will last the week. They had only been gone for a few hours and I missed them already. I couldn’t find a thing on the tele worth watching so I called an early night.
The next morning, while I worked on my second beaker of coffee and read the paper, I jumped three feet in the air and almost left a stain in my pants. Stealthily, and I mean quiet as two little mice, the girls let themselves in, snuck up on me and screamed, “We’re here,” within an arms length of my now ringing eardrums.
I grabbed both of them and pretended to dust off the seat of their pants and they pretended to carry on with boo hoos, faked pain and tears. Then I noticed they were in the same outfits they wore to the grocer’s and again yesterday.
Their clothes were awfully soiled, so I asked, “Don’t you have anything clean to wear?” They looked down at the floor as if I scolded them and simply shook their heads. So, I told them, “I’m going to wash your clothes before you leave. Then, we’ll go to your place so we can pick up the rest of your soiled clothes so I can wash them. I can’t see your mum letting you out wearing such filthy attire.”
“Mum doesn’t have a washer. Uncle Arne, who lived across the landing from us, used to wash them. He moved away,” Zara informed me.
I knew they were strapped, especially living in council housing the way they were. As repulsive as the mum seemed, I wanted to help the little loves; they deserved better.
“How about a burger and shake for lunch? We can pop out to the burger bar and pick up your things while we’re out.”
“Yeah!” They both screamed and piled on top of me.
Then, I took them on a tour and showed them what I brought in from the grocer’s and asked, “Have you eaten breakfast?”
“We had porridge oats without cream,” Milly answered, “But, I’m still hungry.”
“How about runny eggs, fried potatoes and toasted bread? I even have butter and some nice strawberry jam,” which was met with more “Yeahs,” so, I poured them a squash and did a hearty breakfast for us.
At the table, things were quiet at first, but all the while, Zara stared at me with a little flicker in her eyelids, and then she broke the ice with, “Al, is it fine for your heart to flutter and your tummy get all squishy and squidgy when you look at somebody?”
Her question caught me off guard at first, but I noticed the way she looked at me and the penny dropped, “It’s quite normal if you’re looking at someone you really like. I feel like that when I look at you and Ginny,” and then lightened it up with a bawdy round of, “Especially when you’re naked!”
They both giggled and Zara continued, “I’m serious. It’s like that when I look at you, and gets really strong when you touch me.”
“I’m sorry I yanked your chain like that. I believe it’s normal and it really is like that when I look at you and your sister and makes me want to hold you in my arms and kiss you… seriously. I’ve felt like that from the time we met.”
“I think it started when you called me sexy and kissed me in aisles at the grocer’s.”
“It was like that for me too. When you told me you wanted to kiss some more, my heart beat so hard I thought it would fly out of my chest.”
“And your thing went hard.”
“That, too. I was surprised that you knew why. We didn’t really kiss much, but I liked what we did.”
Then Ginny climbed face first into my lap and asked, “Can we go do some things now? Zara said I could be first,” and she reached down and squeezed my hard cock through my trousers.
“I believe we can,” I told her, and then grabbed her bum and pulled her little knicker covered pussy against my cock. “Let’s put those soiled clothes in the wash first.”
After I loaded the washer, I ran a bath. Since I had a peek at the gussets before I put their clothes in the wash, I figured a little scrub would be a wise move.
Milly was very excited by the fact that her sister allowed her to undress me all by herself. Of course, the trousers came first so she could unveil her prize. The girl was fascinated with my cock and couldn’t keep her hands off of it. It was a tight fit, but with Ginny in my lap, we all managed to squeeze in the bath. It was my turn to get washed first, at least one part of me, and I enjoyed their soapy hands as they thoroughly washed my cock and balls.
Ginny was next and I vigorously soaped her, paying extra attention to her special parts, before I rinsed her with the hand sprayer. She climbed out and I got to sensuously massage the soap into all of her sister’s fine folds and crevices before I rinsed her.
Before she climbed out, she surprised me with, “We forgot something.”
I didn’t have a clue so I had to ask, “What’s that, love?”
“We didn’t wash your bum.”
The only way I figured she could easily do it, was if I knelt with my arms on the rim. So, that’s what I did and shook my bum at her and they both broke out in laughter.
I don’t believe anyone had ever washed me like that before and it was incredibly erotic the way she soaped me, and then massaged my bum with her hands. She went as far as spending extra time scrubbing my arse hole before she twisted a finger into me. I almost sprayed the wall of the bath when her finger went in and knew I would have to return the favour sometime.
After we dried, I spread a bath sheet on the bed and Zara whispered in my ear, “Ginny wants you to do her bum, that’s why she’s first.”
Even though the girl had begged me to do it, it still came as a surprise when I was confronted. It shouldn’t have, considering all of the things we’ve done and what I’ve learned about them in such a short period of time. However, the wheres, who’s and hows of their knowledge still piqued my curiosity.
End Chapter Three
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