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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Chapter 7: Davie Gets Lucky Again
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 7: Davie Gets Lucky Again
Davie wandered into the kitchen, where his mother kissed
him and served up his breakfast. "Careful, lovey, that
plate's red hot", she warned him. "You woke up then", she
said. "Spark out, you was, at seven when I come in your
room. What was you up to last night, then?"
"Nothing", snapped Davie, too quickly. "I was asleep. Out
cold, like you said. I must have been tired."
"Well, get that lot down you. I got a couple of jobs for
you to do, then you're going to meet the lady's daughter
and her family. You can show the kids around later this
afternoon. That'll be nice, won't it?"
He looked sharply at his mother to see if she was trying to
be sarcastic. Her face was innocent and beaming. He
applied himself to his breakfast. His balls had been
crushed; his willie felt raw. If this was what love was
all about, he wondered why people were always singing songs
about it.
"Now, where's that bloody girl? CLARRIE? Never there when
you want her, that idle bitch. Davie, love, go and find
her, will you? I'll put that back on the stove 'til you
get back ..."
Davie crept off upstairs, and knocked softly on Clarrie's
door.
"Who's that?"
"S'me. Davie!"
"You can't come in here, not after last night. I'll get
shot."
"It's all right. Mum sent me. She needs you to help in
the kitchen. Honest."
The door creaked open an inch or two. "Come in, quick."
He slipped inside, looking around. There were pop-star
posters on all the walls. The bed had pink sheets and lacy
pillowcases. A huge blue bra lay on the bed. Clarrie was
naked, and looked somehow smaller. She threw her arms
around his neck and squashed herself against him. Her lips
were hot and urgent on his face, and her tongue met his.
He felt himself coming to attention; although the inside of
his shorts felt like they were made of sandpaper! "Ouch!"
he croaked as Clarrie thrust her hips forward.
"S'matter?" she asked, pausing briefly to tear her lips
away from his. He took the opportunity to make a massive
rearrangement of his clothing in the groin area. "Ooooh,
lover! Don't do that, you'll drive me wild! And you know
what that'll mean, don't you?" Already, the girl's hand
was inside his pants, and he hadn't felt a thing as she had
unzipped him. Shit, she'd got his willie out, and all in
about five seconds. Bloody hell, it was *inside* her!
And it was. Clarrie backed him against the door and rode
his aching tool until he felt a rushing, building sensation
in his ears and his balls. Then he was pumping into her
again, and she was whimpering and moaning softly in his
ear, rubbing her massive titties against his chest, the
nipples like the last joint of his thumbs. Christ!
She unplugged herself, and obligingly put him away, zipping
him up and giving his crotch a friendly little pat, as if
it were a good dog. "There!" she said. "Now, get out of
here while I get dressed. We can't have you looking at me
and getting all excited, can we?"
And suddenly, he was outside her door. He went downstairs
again.
"You took your time, didn't you?" said Maisie, stirring
something in a bowl. "Well, is she coming?"
"What? Oh, yes. She was in the toilet. She's washing her
hands." He took his breakfast plate off the stove. The
fried egg was curling up at the edges. "I'm not all that
hungry", he told her, and put it down again. He could feel
a chilly dampness in his underwear as juice continued to
seep out."
"Come here and give us a kiss, then get out and tidy the
woodshed. We've got a load of logs coming in, and you'll
have to make room for them." He kissed his mother on the
cheek and slipped out of the back door, tugging his pants
to move the wet bit away from his willie. Yuck, he
thought.
Maisie sniffed the air after he had gone, wondering if she
was really smelling what she thought she was. Then Clarrie
came into the kitchen.
"You feelin' better, girl?"
"What? What you mean?" Clarrie was bright red.
"Come here, Clarrie!" she said quietly. The girl crept
closer, knowing what was coming. Maisie raised the maid's
skirt.
Fortunately, Clarrie had put her panties on.
Unfortunately, a generous quantity of Davie's juices were
still inside her at the time.
"Go and change your knickers, young lady! And have a
shower. You're going up before the lady!"
**********
Davie walked in front, the girls capered along behind,
chattering amongst themselves. Every time they tried to
catch up with him, he walked faster. He had to, if they
got ahead of him they'd see he had a monster hard-on. It
was his Mum's fault, sending him out here with three
incredibly beautiful girls like this! He'd become erect
straight away, as soon as he had seen Pansy. He got even
harder when he was introduced to Victoria. And when he saw
Suzanne, he was on the verge of creaming his pants.
It was strange, he thought. He lived in a house liberally
blessed with large-breasted women. Even if they were all
rather ancient, they were fun to look at. Even the lady,
she made him feel excited sometimes, and she must be a
hundred years old. Then there was her Amy, he enjoyed
watching her whenever she came over to visit, she *really*
wobbled. And there was Clarrie, of course. His erection
became even harder, thinking of Clarrie.
But now, all these others had come along. It was if he was
being punished for liking big titties, by having thousands
of them everywhere he looked. Even little Pansy had boobs
as big as any of the girls in his class at school, while
her sister was miles bigger. And their Mum, too!
And as if that wasn't enough, there was that Suzanne. He
began to walk stiff-legged as things were now getting well
out of hand inside his pants. And then there was Suzanne's
Mum, surely she must have the biggest boobs in the whole
world. Would Suzanne one day be as big as her? Oh, shit,
yes please!
It was a hard life, being a teenage tit-freak.
"Slow down, Davie", called Victoria, "Suzanne and Daniel
can't keep up."
He turned round. Suzanne and her little cousin were thirty
yards behind, the little girl trying to run and hold her
big boobs with one hand, while Daniel's feet wouldn't carry
him fast enough. He was panting and sobbing. Davie
stopped. There was a grassy bank down here, leading to a
stream. More of a little river, really. He turned off and
went down to the edge of the water. Pansy and Victoria sat
down next to him in relief, while the laggards caught up
and joined them.
Suzanne was puffing and blowing, her great big thingies
going up and down under her T-shirt. Davie sat forward to
hide his erection which was already making a big wet patch
on the front of his jeans. Not quickly enough, he
realised, Victoria had already noticed. If she had been a
dog, her ears would have pricked up.
This, she realised, was what the other girls all talked
about the whole time at school. A hard, was it? Hard-up?
She tried to see it but Davie was sitting all hunched up.
She moved a little and found she could see a bit better.
She stared at it, and Davie practically screwed himself up
into a ball.
I can't sit like this, he thought. It's not getting any
smaller, and she's not going to go away. Disguising his
movements as a coughing fit, he heaved and struggled to
move the bloody thing so it was pointing straight upwards,
out of the way. The position brought some relief, but
Victoria's eyes were suddenly almost popping out of her
head.
"What ... what's THAT?" she gasped.
"What's what?" Davie said in a voice of doom, and chanced
a quick look down. Oh dear, oh dear, oh shit! No wonder
it felt cold all of a sudden. His cock had poked out of
the top of his jeans. Victoria moved right next to him and
reached out her little hand.
"Gosh, that's nice", she gurgled. May I touch it?"
"NO!" he shouted, too late. Victoria's fingers were
playing gently across the tip of it, causing the strange
thing to leap out of the way.
"Aaagh, it's alive!" she squealed. "And it's wet." She
sniffed her fingers cautiously, then licked them. A little
smile came over her face as she realised it tasted quite
nice. She went back for second helpings.
"No, you mustn't!" Davie cried again, but again too late.
The others had gathered round.
"That's his willie", Pansy informed them, "Same as
Daniel's." She studied it for a few seconds. "Well, it's
not quite the same."
Suzanne didn't have a little brother to look at, and she'd
never seen one of these things before, so she leaned across
to get a look at close range. Her breast sploshed against
Davie's knee, but she didn't seem to notice. He certainly
did. So did his willie, which began to leap around,
forcing itself further and further into the open air.
Suzanne bent closer and put her tongue out. Before Davie
could stop her, she had licked the very end of it.
"It tastes just like Clarrie!" she announced joyously, and
Davie gave a cry and buried his head in both hands. Again
he felt the little girl's tongue touch him, then he was
engulfed in a warm wetness, hearing the voices of the girls
echoing in his head.
"Oh, Suze, that's GROSS!"
"Yucky! She's EATING it!"
"Mmnnng mmnph!"
He tried to warn her, but the words wouldn't come. What
did come was his most violent ejaculation since the one
that took place at around ten-fifteen the previous night.
Suzanne, taken completely by surprise, swallowed a mouthful
before she could get the thing free. The rest of it went
in half a dozen spurts all over the front of her bulging
T-shirt.
"What's all that stuff?" she screamed.
"I tried to tell you!" Davie shouted, but you wouldn't
stop sucking me.
"You should have stopped. You've wee-weed on my shirt!"
Suzanne tried to pull the wet garment away from her skin,
but it clung to her.
"You'd better take that off", Victoria said. "We can rinse
it in the stream. It will soon dry in the sun."
Davie's second dream came true. Or had the first one been
a nightmare? Suzanne tugged the T-shirt off over her head,
and sat there in her bra. From where he sat, it looked
almost as big as Clarrie's. Yet Suzanne couldn't have been
any more than thirteen. After all, she talked like a baby
sometimes.
The girl kneeled by the water and dunked the shirt in it,
sluicing it around to remove the clinging gooey slime. It
was the strangest wee-wee she'd ever seen. It seemed to
float away in strings. At last, as the others watched
critically, she held it up at arms length. "How does that
loooooo ..."
Girls built like Suzanne are not designed to kneel on river
banks holding wet T-shirts at arms-length in front of them.
The splash was resounding. Part of the reason for that was
that Davie had reached out to save her, but had
overbalanced himself. He followed Suzanne into the water.
There was a brief struggle as they clutched at each other.
Pansy and Victoria screamed. Daniel burst into tears.
Suzanne and Davie clambered to their feet - the water only
came up to their thighs - and hauled themselves on to the
bank.
"It's c-c-c-c-cold!" shivered Suzanne. Davie said
nothing, but stood dripping like a drowned rat.
Victoria again acted first. "Take it off", she told
Suzanne, pulling at her shorts, "everything, pants and bra.
All off! You too", she said to Davie, "strip it all off
..."
It was all they *could* do. They scrambled out of their
soaking clothes, handing them one item at a time to
Victoria to wring out. Pansy draped them on a bush in the
hot sun. The last two items were Suzanne's bra and Davie's
underpants. The two shivering youngsters looked at each
other with considerable interest.
"Go and run around", Victoria told them, shooing them
before her like big pink geese. "Go ON!"
And they did. They made a curiously arousing sight,
Suzanne's breasts bouncing and flying around in all
directions, while Davie's prong refused to lie down and
die. If anything, it seemed to become even more erect as
he followed Suzanne's tight little buttocks around on the
warm grass. At last, panting, he stopped and sprawled in
an untidy heap. Suzanne flopped down beside him, wriggling
like a big pink puppy and giggling in excitement.
"Gosh, Davie! I hope nobody's watching us!"
"No, I don't think so", he puffed. Last night had taken it
out of him.
"That's good, then!" she whispered, and threw her arms
around his neck. "Gimme a cuddle!"
Enormous spongy boobs squashed against his bare chest.
Much firmer than Clarrie's.
Oh, bloody hell, here we go again.
**********
They all walked home slowly. Davie was deep in thought.
After his discovery of sex last night, he realised that he
would have to look at girls in a different way from now on.
He looked at the three who walked along with him now.
Suzanne was walking on his left, her hip brushing softly
against his leg. He could feel the warmth of her every
time it happened. After a while, she began pressing
herself harder and harder against his thigh, forcing him
over to the right, where he bumped against Victoria.
Suzanne's skimpy shorts were nicely filled by her girlish
bottom, but not nearly as much as her T-shirt was filled by
her womanish titties.
And Victoria, on the other side, not touching him, except
when Suzanne made him collide with her scorching hot leg.
Her eyes never left his face. Not as old as Suzanne,
obviously, her titties weren't as big, but she behaved much
older. While Suzanne and he had been charging around,
trying to get themselves dried off, Victoria had sat back
watching them, resting on her elbows and laughing, and her
nipples had been sticking out through her top like spikes.
Meanwhile, Pansy and Daniel had been rolling in the grass,
completely absorbed in their own game. Once the excitement
of Davie and Suzanne falling in the river was over, the two
little ones lost interest in them altogether and started
playing. Funny thing, even Pansy had nice chubby boobs,
but she was just a kid. The two of them were prancing on
ahead like dogs, occasionally glancing back to see that the
others were still following.
Davie studied his two female admirers. What would they be
like to do it with? He tried to imagine it, as it had been
with Clarrie, but the images wouldn't form in his head.
Clarrie was a woman, but these two, despite their mature
appearance, were still only girls. Never mind, he could
still try, no harm in that. He knew he was good at it,
Clarrie had told him last night. Dozens of times. What
was the word? Stud, that was it. Davie the Stud. I
wonder which one I will get to fuck first.
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