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Chapter Four
Her eyes suddenly popped open, a look of dismay crossed her face along with a distant look in her eyes, and she asked, “What just happened to me?”
“From the looks of it, I would say you had a really big orgasm. Did you like it?”
“Did I ever. I thought you killed me.”
“Not quite but I believe you went to heaven.”
Then she spotted my throbbing, leaking cock and quickly wrapped a hand around it and slathered the slippery juice along its length, asking, “Did your juice squirt out?”
“No, but it really wants to come out.”
“Can I film it for Julie? Angie will probably want to see it too,” she begged.
“If you’re careful… like we discussed,” and thought I should give her a blank card to keep in the camera so she could keep the used one hidden.
She couldn’t figure out how she was going to hold the camera while she wanked me and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold it steady, so I brought out the tripod. Then carefully mounted and aimed it for the momentous film shoot… of the gooey shots I would soon make.
“Your hands feel extraordinary, girlfriend,” I praised her and believed she had a knack for this.
“I’ve got to keep my man happy so he will lick me again,” she informed me with a ravishing smile from ear to ear.
“I promise you, my licker is at your command, whether you wank me or not,” I reassured her.
Without intervention, she had worked out a two handed stroke with one on the shaft and the other on the head. She built me up to the edge, and then tapered off… masterfully. At first, I believed I would pop my nuts quickly like before, but that wasn’t the case and she prolonged my agonizing pleasure for about twenty minutes before I tipped. When I did, it felt like she reached in and yanked my balls out through my piss slit. The hand jobby she gave me in the park was wonderful but it was nothing in comparison to this.
My body convulsed and I was blinded by a brilliant fog as my sperm surged out in great gouts… and then things faded to black on me. The next thing I recalled was her wet lips as they rubbed against mine while she shook my shoulder and begged, “It’s time to wake up. You went to sleep on me.”
Literally, I had to pry my eyes open because I wanted to curl up and bask in the mellow warm glow that bathed me. When I regained my senses, I asked, “Wow, what did you just do to me?”
“I made you squirt… a lot. I didn’t know so much stuff would come out.”
I rubbed my hand down my chest and was amazed that I could produce as much semen as I did. My chest and belly were covered along with her hands, which were dripping. Then I groaned as I watched her suck a blob off the web between her forefinger and thumb.
But she simply smacked her lips and told me, “It’s not yukky like I thought,” and I believed she was more than amazing. My wife, rest her soul, would never have considered getting any that stuff near her mouth, much less have a taste of it.
I pulled her on top of me for a kiss that squished the semen between us, and declared, “We need to rinse off,” scooped her in my arms, and then tossed her screaming into the pond.
Then we splashed around a little to clean up before we hit the blankets again and fell asleep in each other’s arms. When we awoke, the sun was near the tops of the trees and we decided to dress and pack up. All said, it was a truly remarkable venture and I believed now that I was totally in love with the girl.
She yawned and stretched all of the way back to town and I’m afraid I did some yawning myself and would probably call an early night. Since we were both hungry, we popped in to the chippy for sausage and chips.
“What did you think of our excursion today?” I asked my love.
“It was the most wonderful time I’ve ever spent in my life. We have to go back there.”
“We will, oh, we will, my love,” I answered, “In fact, we could go there every day during the summer.”
As we neared her place, she told me, “I don’t want to go home, I want to stay with you.”
“I’d love for you to, but I believe it’s out of the question. Besides, you told me I couldn’t watch the films you and your sister made if you were around.”
“I didn’t really mean it. We can watch them together if you like,” she told me as we pulled into her drive and both of her sisters came rushing out to meet us, with mischievous smiles on their faces.
They asked Lacey to come over for a little conference. There was a lot of hand signals between them and I couldn’t hear a word they said. Then, she came back to the car with her oldest sister, while Julie stood back, and introduced us, “Dick, this is Angie, my oldest sister.”
I squeezed her hand and said, “I’m honoured, Angie, to meet such a beautiful girl. I would say sexy but Lacey would probably hit me if I did,” she did anyway and I had to sooth my shoulder after she punched it.
It didn’t really hurt but I rubbed it, pretended to be in pain and a clearly distressed Lacey quickly blurted, “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Nope, but I wanted to wind you up.”
“You faker, you,” she came back and then added, “Dick, Misses Landry has been gone most of the day and my sisters want to know if you would give them something to eat.”
“My word, I’ll do more than that, after I feed them, we’re going to the grocers and all of you can pick out what you want to take home with you. Listen girls, I refuse to let you go hungry, so jump in the car.” That they did, squealing as I drove them to the chippy.
“Thank you, Dick,” Angie told me between tucking her chips down, “I’m embarrassed to impose on you like this. Are you really Lacey’s boyfriend?”
“Yes, I am, but don’t let it get out. Some people may not understand. Your sister told me about the food situation and I’m pleased to help.”
“I think its cool that you found each other. You’re a darling! You should realized she has a bit of crush on you,” Angie added.
“Yeah, you’re a real love and I think you’re sexy hot.” Julie retorted, all goo goo eyed as she rubbed her foot against my thigh. But, Lacey saw it, reached under the table and swatted it away.
“I’m glad everyone here thinks so highly of me. I believe you’re all charming. Your sister’s my hun and I’m quite taken with her.”
Then, Lacey reached up and gave me a peck on cheek, and whispered, “You better be,” as she ran her hand between my legs and squeezed my cock… which gave a little twitch and I pushed it away because I didn’t want anyone to see.
As we got up to leave, Julie pushed something soft into my hand she didn’t want anyone to see. When I surreptitiously glanced at it, I groaned because it was a tiny pair of knickers and quickly tucked them in my pocket. She sat in the seat behind me, with her knees up, daring me to look, which of course I did, and got an eyeful of bare snatch. She looked me in the eye and rubbed a finger through her split. I had to quickly avert my eyes, not because I didn’t want to see, but because I didn’t want to walk into the grocers sporting a tent. Lacey looked over the seat and gave her the stink eye so she lowered her legs, and then Lacey felt the front of my trousers to see if her sister had given me any wood. On the way, little titters broke out intermittently, with some pushing and shoving between the girls until I drove into the grocers car park.
They all piled out, snatched up trolleys and with the practiced precision of a team, pushed them down the aisles and piled them up. It was apparent that they had done this before. There were some cakes, biscuits and crisps in the mix, but overall, they selected nutritious foods. Then, we checked out at the till, loaded the car boot and headed back to their place. I helped them with the carrier bags and it didn’t take them ten minutes to pack it all away.
The cottage was clean, but sparsely furnished with mismatched, obviously rummaged items. I didn’t look in their mom’s room, but the girls didn’t have proper beds. The mattresses were on the floor but the duvets and linen were clean and tucked.
Before I left, Angie pulled me aside and told me, “Lacey really wants to sleep over with you. It’s important to her and we’ll cover with mum. We’ll say she’s sleeping over at her mate Shelly’s and there won’t be a problem.”
“How could I resist an offer like that?” I asked myself, “It’s not like she had to twist my arm.”
With pleading eyes, Lacey awaited my response, so I pulled her into my arms, touched the tip of my nose to hers and asked, “Wanna spend the night with me?”
She threw her arms around my neck and gave me a wet kiss. I believe I had made her day. It was going to be hard to explain the groceries to the girls mum but Angie assured me she would handle it.
After we arrived at my place, I dug out the ice cream, filled a bowl for my love and popped the top on a brown bottle for myself. Then hooked up the camera to the tele and showed her how to play the photos and videos, and then turned her loose.
The first she played was the film her sister, Julie, had made. It was a bit shaky at first until she got the shot lined up, and then let her sister take it away.
Mind you, Julie was a little bit bigger version of Lacey. They had the same hair and style, eyes, features, pretty well dressed the same but Julie was the ‘wilder’ version of her sister, if you can imagine that. She was about four foot six and eighty pounds and was beginning to develop some very nice curves. The extent of which I discovered from the video.
“Don’t move around so much because I can’t follow you,” Lacey told her sister at the beginning of the film, “Stay in front of the camera.”
Julie started off with a little dance with a lot of bum shaking; her version of the twerk. Then, she lifted her skirt a bit, flashed the front of her knickers, and then pulled them up tight before she twirled, crouched and flipped up her skirt. Let’s say the amount of bare bum exposed with her knickers pulled into her bum crack was tantalizing. I definitely wanted to get my hands on those sweet cheeks, but only if Lacey would allow it.
Then she pulled her knickers down her bum and wiggled it; hypnotizing to say the least. The bit hit the hardest though, stretched down my trouser leg.
Lacey spotted the movement and captured the naughty trouser snake in her hand which only made him harder, especially when I watched her sister’s knickers flutter down her legs and pool at her ankles. That’s when I remembered the knickers I had in my pocket. The film would be even nicer with a little whiff of the goods I was watching, so I dug them out.
“The cow gave you her knickers,” Lacey exclaimed when she saw them. The very same ones captured in the video that were still damp and saturated with her heady essence.
I held the thin little slimy gusset to my nose and inhaled deeply. What a rush I got when the musky fragrance exploded inside my head with such strength, stars burst behind my eyes and I became giddy. Lacey squealed when she felt my cock lurch in her hand, so she tore open the front of my trousers and hauled out the unruly beast.
With both hands tightly wrapped around my throbbing pole, she asked, “Did my sister’s smelly knickers do this to you?”
“That and the video,” I answered.
“Wow, you can sniff my knickers if it’ll do this,” she stated.
“I would rather sniff that delicious pussy of yours, before I lick it,” I groaned in a low, husky voice.
She smiled and with one hand still wrapped around my cock, restarted the video from where it was paused. I watched her sister wiggle and twist her body as she slowly drew her dress off, tossed it across the room, and then fell to her knees on the bed. Then, she did a little twerk with a wiggle of her bum before she reached back and pulled her arse cheeks apart, exposing her succulent little brown bud and poochy cunny. If that wasn’t enough, she fell to her back, splayed her knees apart, and then humped her gaping snatch into the air like she wanted to meet my downward thrusts. It also revealed her conical titlets, topped with fat brown walnuts that made my mouth water. She was my kind of girl.
“She really wants you to do her,” Lacey informed me as the film drew to a close, “That’s why she did the video for you.”
“That was a hot video. How would you feel if we did it?”
“It’s alright by me if you do me first,” she replied as she squeezed my cock, with just a hint of a veiled threat in her voice.
I loved her too much to venture outside of my allotted domain, which brought me back to the cherry dilemma. There was no way I would cause her pain, no matter what she wanted me to do.
“I’ve never taken a cherry before. So,” I asked myself, “How do I take her cherry without hurting her?”
The problem was a lot easier and solved itself faster than I had anticipated.
End Chapter Four
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