Little Helpers/Chapter Four

Little Helpers

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Chapter Four

My cock jumped to attention when I heard the crash of the garden door. Ever since that wild beast was unleashed inside Sara, he remained vigilant and insisted on being prepared for her visits. She was a selfless soul and loved to make him squirt even more than she loved having my tongue in her; at least that was the impression I got because she always put his needs first. So, every day at the same time, he stood at the ready, crouching in anticipation of the sound that signaled my little helper’s arrival.

Most days, she would crash in, locate me and quickly relieve my balls of their congestion without fanfare before she left which left me gasping for breath. On other days, when she had the time, she would slowly wank me until I reached the bursting point and then languidly savour the thick cream as it spurted over her tongue. However, when she was really rushed for time, her tight little throat could dispatch me straight into her tummy post haste, so she could hurry back home.

Her favourite line now was, “Ew, that was so wicked,” while she ran her tongue over her spermy lips after a healthy dose.

During the summer school holiday, the little nymph would sneak over early in the morning and I would awake to my semen spurting into her hot little mouth and then she would quickly leave. In my book, there was no better way to start a day. Then, with all of the free time on her hands now, she came over for another helping at dinner and then another one at supper. Growing girls need their protein and I loved helping her maintain a healthy diet.

Jean joined us now and then to watch and have me lick her but she didn’t appear to enjoy sex as much as her little sister. I was left with the impression that she appreciated it, but it was a take or leave it proposition. However, Sara was a little sex demon and thrived on it and I loved giving, or should I say feeding, her as much as she wanted, when she wanted it. Let’s say we were both quite content and I remained pleasantly drained.

As my ritual dictated, I did a pot of tea while I anxiously anticipated my helper’s arrival. It seemed futile to dress, so I didn’t bother, and had the little soldier trained to come to attention either well before she flew in through the door, or upon arrival. Sometimes, if he rose early, I humoured the old boy so he would stay calm but at the ready. What I didn’t anticipate this day, when someone else came throught the door at the appointed time.

Without the usual fanfare and crash, Jean wondered through the door and stopped in front of me with a sly little smile on her face because she liked what she saw. However, I was taken a bit off guard and my jaw dropped with the surprise visit.

“Hiya, Billy,” she greeted me and then bit her lip and cast her eyes to the floor.

“Jean, it’s so nice to see you. You’re even sexier than usual today but I certainly wasn’t expecting you at this time.”

She glanced up at me, smiled and said, “Sara is busy and she asked me to take care of you. She’ll be by later.”

“That sounds intriguing. How are you going to take care of me?”

“I’ve wanted to do it for a long time but was scared.”

“Come here,” I asked and invited her into my open arms, “There’s no need to be scared of anything at all,” and I combed her bangs with my fingers and brushed them from her eyes, “Tell me, what’s on your mind?”

My twitching pole begged for attention and she couldn’t resist holding it in her hand and told me, “This... I think about it a lot.”

“I thought you were either just too shy or else uninterested. So, tell me what you think about?”

“Sara’s a lot braver than me and she always does what she wants. She’s tried to get me to tell you what I want, but I’m scared you’ll tell me no.”

“Love, there’s no need to be scared. You should know that I’ll do anything you ask,” I told her as she ran her fingers over my throbber and rubbed the sticky bead she found on the tip between them.

“I’m afraid you’ll laugh if I don’t do it right.”

“Why should I laugh? I would never laugh at you.” I assured her which seemed to remove her reluctance and she took me in both hands as she knelt between my legs. “What you’re doing feels wonderful,” I praised her.

Then she examined my cock closely with a blank look on her face but I could hear the wheels spinning while worked up the courage she needed for the next move.

“He’s beautiful, Billy, he really is. Sara says he’s handsome but I believe he’s more than that and deserves a kiss,” then she eased forward and held the frenum to her lips and gave him a tender pucker.

This was not the same Jean I knew; she would never kiss my cock like that. The Jean I knew was reluctant to even hold him in her hands. Something was afoot and I was determined to find out what it was.

“That was a sweet gesture, love. I’ve never seen you do anything like that before.”

“It’s not because I didn’t want to, I really did and… oh, look there’s a little tear,” and she bent forward, sucked it between her lips and pulled away a slippery little string, then her body jolted when she pressed her lips to the tip.

Sara would have done that, but not Jean. However, because it was her, it was terribly erotic.

“See what you did? You made him so happy he shed a little tear.”

“Something just happened,” she shivered with excitement.

“What just happened? Won’t you tell me about it? That was an awesome kiss you just gave him.”

“Oh, look, there’s another!”

Her eyes lost focus as she leaned forward and gently parted her wet lips then her tongue flicked between them as she closed the gap. Then she sucked the gooey little bead between her lips and slowly engulfed the head of my cock with her mouth and it was incredible.

Since I didn’t have chair arms to grip, I held her cheeks while she gently nursed the tip of my cock and lavished it with her tongue and I poured on the praise, “You’re simply the best, Jean, I don’t know what I did to deserve this but I’m very happy that you did.”

Then her eyes clenched shut and she grimaced as a breathy sigh escaped before her jaw dropped as I escaped from her lips and she folded in half. It looked like she was in pain so I grasped her shoulders and tried to lift her, but that was not the case.

She straightened up, smiled at me and excitedly reported, “It happened again! I got the feeling and I didn’t touch myself.”

I knew she had a hot little fanny, I just knew it, but I didn’t realize just how hot until she experienced two spontaneous orgasms with my cock in her mouth. Sara never experienced them like that or at least she never mentioned them to me.

“That’s wonderful,” I told her, “You must have been awfully excited for it to happen.”

“I don’t believe I’m afraid any longer. But, that’s not what I came to see you about.”

“Whenever you’re ready, feel free to tell me about it.”

“Can we go to your bedroom? It would be better in there.”

“Sure, love, wherever you feel the most comfortable,” and she took my proffered hand and I led the way.

I sat her on the bed next to me and waited for her to tell me about it. After a few minutes of silence, I explained, “You don’t have to be shy about anything. Now, tell me what you came to see me about,” then I gave her a kiss on the cheek.

She didn’t answer but stood up a moment later, peeled the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. Then she pulled down her knickers but the gusset had glued itself to her pussy and when she peeled it away, long sticky strings of her juice came with it.

Then, she looked at me and pointed it out and said, “Can you believe that?”

“You’re very randy and what you need is a good licking. You’ll feel a lot better after I give you a nice orgasm to ease your tension.”

“You’re right but there’s something I need even more now,” and she pushed me back and went after my cock.

The old boy had lost some of his rigidity but she would soon correct that. In slow motion I watched her lips part and then close around my shaft as she pushed me into her mouth and suckled me. Then her cheeks sank as she sucked and slid me out and then pulled off.

She smiled and asked, “Whadya think?”

“Love, I don’t have to die to go to heaven but only let you suck on me. That was truly brilliant.”

“I wanted to do it, but wanted to do it right, so I practiced.”

“Practiced? Who have you been practicing on?” I asked.

“My friend Mary’s dildo,” she informed me.

“I heard that Mary has been teaching you things.”

“She has and I needed to come over when Sara wasn’t here.”

“Why would your sister mind?”

“She wouldn’t, but that’s not why I came over. Now close your eyes really tight. You had better not peek while I show you.”

The plot thickened as Jane’s mystery was about to be unveiled. She skirted around it so much I was left with one assumption that would soon be confirmed.

Then the bed jostled and I felt a feathery brush across the tip of my cock and the unmistakable scrape of a wet tongue and warm lips that gave it a little suck, and then another jostle and, “Oh, my gawd!” It felt like she lodged me in her throat but that couldn’t be. She would have to suck me down to her throat. No, no, YES! I was in another mouth and… my cock squeezed into a garden hose, so I opened my eyes.

I looked up at her smiling face while she pivoted on my cock which was slowly sank into her heavenly furnace as she bore most of her weight down on it. The further I travelled the hotter and tighter it got and I wondered if I would make it all of the way inside. Then, the restriction gave way and she dropped so fast her bum bounced off of my thighs.

You should have seen the triumphant look on her face when she realized she had taken me to the hilt and there was was nothing left to go inside. Quite frankly, that surprised me as much as the fact I hadn’t blown my nuts.

“There!” she huffed in pride, “I did it all by myself.”

“You certainly did and, oh gawd, it feels awfully good in there. How do you feel?”

“Like I sat on a tree. It doesn’t hurt or anything, it just feels so big… but I like it.”

“Take your time and let it stretch so it will ease up before you try to move. Listen, if it’s too uncomfortable we can try again another time.”

“Mary said you have to leave it in for awhile otherwise it’ll mend and you have to do it all over again.”

“Since you’re in charge, I’ll let you be the judge. I just want you to know, gawd you feel good.”

“After it eases, will you give me a proper shag? That’s what I really want.”

“Let’s me put it this way, you’re a hot, sexy woman now and I want to shag that tight little fanny of yours until you beg me to stop.”

You should have seen the smug look on her face when she told me, “Then you better start shagging because you’ll have to show me what to do next.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, “I was just pulling your chain trying to lighten things up.”

She rubbed the tip of her nose to mine and hissed, “Shag me.”

I loved domineering women that knew what they wanted. If she wanted me to lay the pipe to her, that’s what I intended to do. With all due restraint, of course, because I would never hurt her.

She asked for it, but she was still surprised when I grasped her hips and rolled her under me. Surprise quickly became a groan when I kissed her like the woman she was and ground my cock into her. Her little pussy was still tight, but it no longer held a death grip on me. So, I gently eased myself out a ways and then pushed into her. That lit a little flame behind her eyes that would quickly grow into a hot burn. The pleasure was evident on her face from the second shallow thrust.

On the third thrust, however, she unleashed herself and slammed into me with a squeak when I hit bottom and demanded, “Do it,” with eyes that blazed acetylene blue.

She unleashed the Bengal Tiger inside her and it was marvelous. From that point on, it was unclear who was fucking who. That hereditary knowledge embedded in her genes kicked in after my cock was in her and that’s what I was up against. Of course, I enjoyed every second of it.

End Chapter Four

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