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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 7
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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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