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Grown- Up Girls, Part Three
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
GROWN-UP GIRLS
by Some Sort of Dog
Part III
Chapter 9:- Relationships
The ghosts had been there all right, but they'd been as quiet as they
could. Clarrie made love to Davie with a quiet intensity. By morning,
the boy was feeling even more shattered than yesterday. He wondered if
it was always like this. What would it be like with a *really* heavy
girl on top of him, instead of just a very heavy one.
"You've squashed my balls, Clarrie", he groaned as she eased herself
off him and stretched like a cat.
"Oh get away, you great baby! Gissa kiss, I'll see you after
breakfast. No time to come back for a quickie this morning. There'll
be too much to do. Have a wank, instead. Seeya!"
And she was gone. He lay there for a few seconds in the quiet. He
thought he could hear voices. There it was again, girls, laughing. It
was the kids, downstairs, in the room just below his. He thought of
Suzanne, down by the stream yesterday, and to his horror, found
himself becoming erect again. He was still wet with the juice from the
inside of Clarrie, and now he was getting hard thinking about an
eight-year-old! But *what* an eight-year-old!
He took Clarrie's parting advice. As he came, he moaned to himself,
'Ooooh, Suzanne!' And to his dismay, he found it quite exciting.
**********
Victoria hadn't been able to sleep at all. It was morning, and outside
the sun was up, the chickens were making a terrible row and she was
restless. For some reason, she kept thinking of Davie. Such a thing
had never happened to her before. She remembered the afternoon by the
little river, when she had touched his willie. Later, walking back
home, they had looked at each other. She blushed at the memory and her
nipples felt all tingly. She touched herself beneath the bed covers,
and found wetness down there.
I wonder if he's awake yet, she thought. They wake up early in the
country, she supposed. We could have a little chat. Nobody would know.
She slipped a leg over the side of her bed, and quietly stood up,
trying not to let the floor creak. She caught a glimpse of herself in
her bedroom mirror. Golly! Her nipples were sticking out miles!
Hunching her shoulders slightly to hide them, she opened the door, and
made for the back stairs.
She was about to round the corner on to the top landing when a door
opened and Clarrie came out, wearing a short nightie. So short, it
didn't even cover her front bottom. Victoria blushed at the thought of
seeing Clarrie's thingie. It was *so* hairy! She ducked out of sight
as the teenager, whistling softly, went into another bedroom leaving
the door open a few inches. Victoria froze where she was. It was all
quiet. Clarrie's whistling had stopped, but there were some rustlings
from inside the room. Victoria crept out of her hidey-hole and took a
cautious step along the corridor. Then the door handle rattled, and
Victoria nearly screamed in terror. She scuttled back into cover
again, as the door opened fully, and Clarrie came out, in her blouse
and skirt. She walked briskly past, and went down the stairs. Victoria
thought she could smell a faint odour of kippers in the girl's wake.
She must have had breakfast in her bedroom, she thought.
Slowly, she stepped forward again, one foot, then another, like a
stalking cat. All the way to Davie's door. Which one? She counted the
doors again. This one here. But that was the room Clarrie had come out
of in her nightie. Victoria gasped and blushed again, as rude thoughts
passed through her head. She tried the handle, then pushed the door
open. Davie was lying in bed, eyes closed, panting slightly as if he
had been running.
He must be having a nightmare, she thought. Best not wake him up. She
was about to turn round and leave, when a thought came to her, a
thought so daring as to make her go crimson with shame at having even
thought about thinking it. Raising the corner of the bed covers, she
slipped one foot into the bed, then perched her little bottom on the
side of it. The bed dipped alarmingly, and Davie gave a groan. She
stopped, but just at that moment, the boy turned over on to his side,
with his back to Victoria. There was suddenly plenty of room in the
boy's bed.
She was in, not daring to move, feeling the warmth of his body next to
hers, and the smell of kippers. Gosh, he must have had *his* breakfast
in bed as well. Davie muttered something in his sleep.
"I thought you weren't coming back", he said in a weary voice.
Victoria was puzzled, but decided he must be talking in his sleep. She
gave a little moan in case a reply was expected, and Davie sighed
contentedly. He seemed to be waiting for her to make the next move,
although she had no idea what gave her that notion. She touched his
back softly, laid her hand flat against it. It felt strong and hard.
She kissed the warm skin. Then, remembering his willie and how nice
that had felt, she snaked an arm over his hip to roughly where she
thought his willie ought to be. To her satisfaction, she found it
straight away. It was clammy and damp, all of it, as she ran her
little fingers from the base to the tip and back.
Davie gave a soft groan and clutched at her hand, stopping her from
letting go. Fine, she thought, and gripped it harder. Davie screamed
and sat up. He saw her and yelped again, crawling away until he was
hard against the wall.
"Hello, Davie, I came to have a little chat."
"What about?" he sounded strangely agitated; guilty, even.
"Oh, just things, you know?" To be honest, she hadn't thought about an
agenda for the meeting. "Shall we talk about sex? Shall we do *more*
than talk?" she suggested.
"Aaaargh!" Davie squawked. "No, I mustn't! You're too young!"
"Suze wasn't too young for a cuddle yesterday!"
"That's different."
"It *is* different. I'm two and a half years older than her. I'm ten",
she added proudly and put her arms around him, pressing her plump
breasts against his chest. He stopped resisting.
"Have you done it very many times?" she asked him.
"Quite a lot", he said, thinking about the last two nights.
"Good! You can do *me*, then."
"Whaddya mean?" He flattened himself against the wall again.
"You can do me! I don't mind. I want you to. I'm ever so good at it.
I'm brilliant", she added in a flash of inspiration.
"Are you?" he said in a flabbergasted tone.
"Oooh, yes. Everybody says so."
"What if I don't want to?" he tried, without much hope.
She spluttered with laughter. "Course you want to. Boys always want
to."
"All right then". Clarrie wasn't coming back, after all. What harm
could it do. It wasn't as if she was an eight-year-old, anyway.
Victoria was ten. Most important of all, after the last two nights,
she was only a little over half the weight of Clarrie! "Go on then!"
he said.
Victoria felt a funny feeling in her front bottom again. She lay back
and closed her eyes. "Go on, then", she said huskily. This was the
great moment. It was going to happen to her!
"I'm waiting", said Davie.
"So am I, darling!"
They lay side by side and waited for a few minutes, then both sat up.
"It isn't working", said Davie.
"Just get on top of me", prompted Victoria, and spread her legs as
wide as they would go. Nothing happened. Davie looked curiously down
at Victoria's sparsely-furred little cunny. It looked wet. She was all
ready for him, so why wouldn't she just get on and do it!
"But you're supposed to get on top of *me*", he said.
Victoria thought back to discussions at school. Girls lay on their
backs and boys climbed on top and put their willies in your thing. But
perhaps there was another way she hadn't heard about. People were
always finding new ways of doing things. "We can do it the other way,
though, if you like", she said in a worldly manner.
"The other way?" Davie said, in panic. "Oh, you mean the *other* way!
Okay. Go on, then."
"Ah!"
Inspiration came at last to Davie. Sweating, he said, "Oh, I didn't
think you'd have wanted to do it *that* way, since you've done it so
many times. I'm ready, though. Come on. Sit on my face!"
Victoria propped herself on a slender elbow and stared at him. "What
for?" she asked, puzzled.
"To do it. You have to suck my cock and sit on my face!"
"Ugh! You're gross, Davie! Suck your own cock and sit on your own
face, you pervert, if that's your idea of a relationship!" and she
flounced out of the bed. Arms akimbo, she paused at the door for a
parting shot. "And I'm telling Nana Trudy about you and Clarrie ..."
"She already knows, nyeeerrr ...!"
"... you've been eating kippers in your room!" Victoria marched out of
the bedroom, her little nose in the air. She was back in her own bed
in thirty seconds. "Boys! Yuck! I'm going to stay a virgin, like
Mummy."
Davie lay there blinking. "What was she on about? Kippers? Girls! What
is the fucking matter with them?"
And he tried for another wank, but fell asleep half way through.
**********
"We've got to have a word with the girls, Sis", said Tanya. We carried
our breakfast things into the kitchen and handed them to Clarrie who
was trilling a happy song as she bent over the sink. I couldn't quite
see if she was wearing panties this morning. Probably not.
"Let's get them now. No time like the present. Before they go off with
Davie again."
So we did. Suzanne described exactly what had happened down by the
river: it tallied with Pansy's version perfectly. Victoria said very
little. I looked at her, she seemed a bit pale.
"You all right, darling, you look a bit peaky?"
"'Course I'm all right", she snapped. "It's you lot, going on about
sex all the time. We haven't done anything."
And no, apart from giving blow-jobs on the river bank, they hadn't,
really.
Tanya did her best to explain why it wasn't a good idea to lick a
boy's willie, and especially to put it in your mouth. She tried to do
it without using the word 'dirty', and she wasn't finding it at all
easy.
"It did taste nice, though, Mummy. It tasted like Clarrie." Suzanne
looked up at Tanya and clutched her hand. "*Why* can't I do it again?"
"Maybe Davie didn't like it", I suggested. "Did he tell you to stop?"
"Ooooh yes, but he didn't really mean it, did he?"
No, he probably didn't.
"I think, Suze, if you feel like doing anything like that to a boy,
you should ask him first. And if he says no, then you must take 'no'
for an answer."
Tanya, I thought, I can't believe you just said that.
One day, soon, these kids are going to begin to wonder why their
mothers are so much younger than all the other kids' mothers. And then
what are we going to tell them?
**********
The girls didn't have that particular dilemma that day. Davie failed
to put in an appearance, and Grandma Trudy reported that he didn't
feel very well. Perhaps he'd got a bit of a cold through wearing damp
clothes.
Victoria and Suzanne wanted to visit him, but we said he wouldn't want
to talk if he had a sore throat. So we all went for a walk. Not the
best idea in the world, because Pansy and Daniel led us straight to
the very spot by the river where the act had taken place.
"They fell in just there, Mummy", she said. "There's the bush we hung
their clothes on, and they ran around over there. And that's where
they lay down for a cuddle!"
Victoria took my hand, and Suzanne reached for Tanya's.
"Let's go somewhere else, Mummy, I don't really like this place any
more", said Victoria.
We moved on.
**********
"What a fine mess this all is", said Grandma Trudy. "And I invited you
all down here just for this."
"They were bound to get involved with boys some time", Tanya said.
"Perhaps it's just as well it's all happening right where we can see
it."
"And Davie's a good lad", I added, "it could have been much worse if
he'd been somebody like your Luke whatever his name was."
"O'Hara. Not a name I'm likely to forget." She sat down with a sigh.
"Pa shot him, you know, dumped him in the river." We both gasped. "Pa
and two or three of the other men whose daughters had met up with
Luke. That's why we had to move out of the farm in such a hurry."
"Go on, Grandma!" I whispered. This was better entertainment than
television. They didn't do things by halves in the old days!
"Well, anyways, I started working at Harringtown, at the soda
fountain, and everybody in the town used to come by, and I'd chat to
them all. I knew everything that went on. And there was this guy,
Mark. I suppose you'd say I took a fancy to him. And one night, we
went to a dance. At the Elks' Club, it was. And everything was just
fine, until *she* came along. Wendy Sherman. Wendy Sherman got what
she wanted", Grandma Trudy said bitterly. "And she wanted Mark ...!"
Chapter 10:- Kippers In The Dark
Suzanne waited until Pansy stopped chattering. Then she deliberately
made herself wait five more minutes, counting the seconds under her
breath. Her cousin was breathing deeply now. Suzanne got up and crept
to the door, watching Pansy's bed. There was no movement. She slipped
out.
There were some grapes downstairs, in a bowl in the sitting room. The
whole house was creaking as Suzanne slunk down the stairs. It was a
good thing the place wasn't haunted, or she would have been dead
scared. A fox was yapping in the distance, and a dog barked a warning
in reply. Then, much closer, an owl hooted. Suzanne stopped, frozen to
the spot, her heart thumping. She placed her hand on her chest,
somewhere beneath her left boobie. Was that a ghost? Ghosts always
went 'whoooo' like that. Didn't they? She thought of scuttling back up
the stairs to the bedroom again, but if the ghost was outside it might
come in and follow her up the stairs. She froze, summoning up her
courage, and the moon came out, shining through the glass of the front
door.
At least, with the moonlight, she could move again. She reached the
bottom of the stairs and went through into the sitting room. The moon
was gleaming through the lace curtains. Quick, there was the fruit
bowl, where she had seen it earlier. She grabbed at the bunch of
grapes, and shot back to the hallway. Then up the stairs, and straight
on up to the next floor, the servants' quarters, as they called it.
Why quarters? Suzanne didn't know. Funny word.
This was Davie's room, the one with the door open a little way. She
put her head round it. Empty? Must have gone to the loo, she thought,
and went in. I'll wait for him here. Really ill people always like
grapes. Even in the middle of the night. Here he comes, now.
Footsteps were coming along the landing. And low voices, whispering.
Davie can't be talking to himself! Two of them? Something made Suzanne
realise it might be better if she wasn't discovered standing here.
Hide! Where? There was a wardrobe. It was a tight fit for her, but she
pulled the door closed as far as it would go. It touched the tips of
her breasts and squashed her erect nipples as she buried herself in
the shirts and sweaters hanging there. Davie's things. The thought
excited her.
Two shadowy figures crept into the room. Davie was one, the other one
wore a nightie, it was a girl. No, it was bigger than that. His
mother? Maisie? Then she recognised Clarrie's voice. So, Clarrie had
come to visit him as well. I hope she hasn't brought grapes. Even
really ill people can have too many grapes.
But Clarrie hadn't brought grapes.
Suzanne watched in the dim moonlight as Davie climbed on to his bed,
and Clarrie climbed carefully on top of him! Were they having a fight?
In slow-motion? Strange, they seemed friendly enough. Clarrie was
sitting on top of Davie, pinning him to the bed, bouncing up and down.
I bet that hurts, thought Suzanne, especially when you're really ill.
Whatever they were doing was obviously hard work. Clarrie was starting
to moan and groan, and Davie kept making grumbling noises, hardly
surprising with that great big woman leaping around, sitting on his
tummy. And she thought she could see a bit of sweat on Clarrie's face
in the moonlight. Golly, if it was such hard work as that, why didn't
they stop?
Clarrie showed no signs of stopping. If anything, she was working
harder. She began to yelp at regular intervals, one yelp to each
bounce, until she hovered above poor Davie, before plunging down with
a scream which echoed round the room. In fact, the whole house must
have heard that one. Certainly, the whole house shook. Clarrie was no
lightweight.
Davie was in a position to agree. "Shhhhhh, for fuck's sake!" he
hissed. Clarrie only moaned in reply, then bent over and poured soft
wet kisses on Davie's face.
At least, she's sorry, thought Suzanne. But it's a bit late now. The
young girl was half crouched in the wardrobe, and it was getting a bit
cramped in there. Cautiously, she tried to stand up straight. Her head
bumped into the rail crowded with coathangers. They jangled musically,
and she grabbed at them.
"Fuck was that?" said Davie.
"Nothing, lie still, boy."
"It was the wardrobe", he said. "There's somebody in the *wardrobe*!"
"How could anyone get in that little thing?" Clarrie asked scornfully.
"You hearing ghosts, now? Bad as those young kids down there, you are,
hearing ghosts all night." She kissed his face again. It sounded like
a big wet one. "Oooh, yes! Dav-eee!" murmured Clarrie.
Oh, no, thought Suzanne. There they go again. Why does he let her do
it? Davie, as a matter of fact, was beginning to wonder very much the
same thing. Half an hour later, when Clarrie had stopped bucking and
lay panting on his chest, he spoke in a pained voice.
"Christ, Clarrie, you've really crushed my balls, honest. I bet
they're bleeding, get off, and let's have a look!"
His lover only giggled, and humped violently a couple of times, making
Davie grunt and whinny in pain.
Suzanne, indignant, was seriously considering leaping out and dragging
Clarrie off him by force.
"Clarrie, darling", wheedled Davie. "Can't we try it the other way for
a change?"
"The other way? Corrr, you adventurous little bugger! I never thought
you had it in you. Which way do you fancy, then?" She ran through her
catalogue. "Doggie? Missionary?"
What was the girl talking about, Davie wondered. Dogs and
missionaries. All he wanted was for Clarrie to do it to him the other
way. Bloody hell, if little Victoria knew about it, you'd think big
Clarrie would.
"Oh, please, Clarrie, do it the other way ..."
"All right then, just this once. And I wouldn't do it for anyone else,
mind!" She rolled off him and lay on her back, her legs apart,
thrusting upward with her hips in an experimental manner. "Come on
then, lover! FUCK me!"
"What? How can we do it if you're lying down there?" He shook her arm
and her big breasts wobbled like half deflated beachballs full of
goats milk. "Do it, we're wasting time!"
"You don't know *what* you want, do you?" she complained. "Well, you
want it another way, you shall have it. Get up and kneel facing this
way ..."
Meanwhile, in the wardrobe, Suzanne was engrossed. At last, she knew
what the couple were trying to do. She had heard a word she recognised
from school. Most people only whispered it, but these two spoke it in
normal voices. Anyway, they were going to FUCK. At least, it would
make a change from whatever they'd been trying to do before.
She watched the complex preparations, as Davie followed Clarrie's
detailed instructions. Somehow, he ended up with Clarrie's powerful
legs clasped around his waist. After several minutes, there were
theatrical sighs and a fresh burst of instructions, and Clarrie
kneeled facing away from Davie, her boobies dangling down to rest on
the mattress. More humping and grunting, more instructions, then
Clarrie was flat on her back with Davie on top of her. But the
teenager was a good strong girl, and she ended up in her favourite
position, and made Davie pay for his rashness by squashing his nuts
once and for all.
"There. That's squashed the fuckers for you. You've got five minutes
to recover. I'm going for a piss!" and Clarrie climbed off Davie's
useless corpse and hurried out of the bedroom.
Suzanne cautiously pushed open the wardrobe door. Time to get out of
here, she thought. She tiptoed stiffly to the bed, where Davie was
already snoring softly, placed the grapes beside him on the sheet, and
crept out. I'll really have something to tell Pansy and Victoria in
the morning, she thought.
Suzanne's little head, brimming with new-found knowledge, had no
sooner touched her pillow than a blood-curdling scream rang out.
Lights came on all over the house, and thunderous footsteps could be
heard in the servants' quarters, scurrying from Davie's room to
Clarrie's. Then an uneasy silence reigned once more.
Davie, meanwhile, had at last summoned up the courage to get up off
his back and identify the wet, soggy mess on the sheets beneath his
body.
"Grapes? How the bleeding fuck did a bunch of grapes get in my bed? I
don't even *like* sodding grapes!"
**********
Suzanne was bursting to tell her cousins, but the chance wouldn't
come. She wanted to tell them both, and both together. But when Pansy
was available, there was no sign of Victoria. And when she ran
Victoria to earth after breakfast, she couldn't find Pansy. Why was
it, she thought, when you had something as important as this to tell,
you had no-one to tell it to.
Clarrie had served the breakfast. She looked very fit and well, no
black eyes or visible damage. Davie, though, had clearly come off
second best. Suzanne saw him in the kitchen, looking pale and tired.
He was obviously really ill. I wonder if he enjoyed his grapes, she
thought, but thought she'd better not ask him, not in front of his
mother.
It was nearly teatime before the three young girls were finally all
together in the same place at the same time. They sat at the table on
the terrace eyeing an enormous cream cake, which Nana Trudy had made
all by herself. Four days of heavy eating had left the girls feeling
distinctly full, but they had no intention of passing up a cake like
that one.
Meanwhile, the three of them were alone at last. Suzanne drew the
other two closer to her.
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"Guess what I saw."
"What you saw?"
"Last night!"
"Last night?"
"You were in bed last night. You never saw anything, you were asleep",
Pansy accused her.
"Not all the time. After you went to sleep, I got up. And guess what I
saw!"
"What you saw?"
"I went to see Davie with some grapes."
"Grapes, what for?"
"Really ill people like grapes. They make them all better. Anyway, I
took them up to his bedroom ..."
...there were two horrified gasps...
"... and I went in, and I heard somebody coming, and it was Davie and
Clarrie."
"Clarrie? How do you know that?"
"I saw them. I hid in the wardrobe. It was a bit small, and it
squashed my titties, but I could see what they were doing. And guess
what!"
"They were eating kippers", said Victoria confidently.
"No, I don't think so", said Suzanne, uncertainly. "No, they got into
bed and Clarrie got on top of Davie and bounced up and down!"
"That's stupid! What for?" asked Pansy.
"I dunno, do I!" said Suzanne. "Maybe they were arguing and Clarrie
decided to sort him out. She's big enough. Hey, she's enormous without
her clothes on." She lowered her voice. "She's got HUGE titties", she
said, blushing. "They're bigger than mine, even!"
"Was that it, then?" Victoria didn't want to hear about Suzanne's
titties.
"No! The best bit was after that, when they started fucking."
"Fucking? Oh!" Pansy sounded shocked.
"Yeah! Fucking!" Suzanne savoured the word. "Davie asked Clarrie to do
it the other way, and she said, 'okay, fuck me', and he did."
"You mean she sat on his face?" said Victoria with disgust.
"No, why?"
"That's the other way", Victoria said.
"I wouldn't want anyone to sit on my face. Poo!" said Pansy.
"Well, you have to, if you do it the other way, 'cos that's the other
way to do it, so there!"
"Well I'm not ever going to do it the other way then. I'm always going
to do it the same way. When I get married", Pansy was firm on that
point.
Suzanne felt that her big scene had got out of hand. What was all this
business about sitting on people's faces? Mind you, Pansy had a point.
Bottoms were big, horrible, stinky things. Why should anyone want
anyone else to sit on their face? Furtively, she slipped a finger into
her pants for a few seconds then sniffed it. Yes! Even mine's stinky,
she thought. That's it, then. I'll never do it the other way. I'll do
it the right way, whatever that is.
Clarrie came out on to the terrace with more cakes, and the three
girls stared at her in a new light. Clarrie shifted uncomfortably as
three pairs of eyes followed her every move. Can I help you to
anything, girls? Go on, then, dive in.
They did, taking three enormous slices of cream cake that made
Clarrie's eyes pop out. That was when Davie came outside.
"Hi, girls. Hi, Clarrie"
"Hello, Davie", the girls chorused.
"Are you feeling better today, Davie?" asked Victoria smarmily.
"Did you enjoy your grapes, Davie", asked Pansy, with a triumphant
glance at Suzanne.
Davie's eyes narrowed. What was going on here?
"Davie", said Suzanne, earnestly. "When I'm a big grown-up woman, I
promise I'll never sit on your face. We'll *always* do it the right
way, okay?"
Chapter 11:- Still Growing Girls
"We've been here, what is it? A week?" Tanya lounged beside the pool,
licking at an ice cream.
"Nearly ten days", I told her. "Time certainly flies ..."
"...when you're enjoying yourself! Well, those girls are certainly
enjoying themselves. They must be eating their own weight in cream
cakes every day. Look at them!"
I already had been. My Victoria and Pansy, topless as usual, were
cavorting on the other side of the pool. They seemed so much bigger
than when we'd arrived. You could actually see how much they'd grown.
Victoria was bigger all over, breasts, waist and hips. Her thighs were
heavier. Pansy, too, must have been three or four inches bigger round
the waist, in only nine days! As for Suzanne, words failed me. The
child had certainly added a few pounds, but it was all on her bust,
all of it!
"We can't stop them eating", said Tanya, shaking her head at the sight
of her daughter. "They're going to have to get some new clothes, I'm
afraid. Underwear, too, and we all know how much of a problem that is
for them. I'd have seen Mrs Cooper before we came, but who would have
thought they'd get as big as this?"
"We don't have a Mrs Cooper round here, though, do we? I wonder if
Grandma Trudy knows anyone?"
"I would imagine she would", Tanya laughed. If she doesn't, I can't
imagine who does!"
**********
She did, of course. "I'll get Clarrie to give Sandy a call, and we'll
see what they need, honey", said Grandma Trudy, "Sandy does all our
bras; and our dresses, too, when we need something a little special.
That's Amy and Clarrie, as well as me. We're what you'd call a valued
customer, and I can't wait 'til Sandy sees these kids!"
And we were all sitting around the garden next morning when an
open-topped lilac sports car scrunched down the drive.
"Bloody hell", Tanya breathed, who's *this*?"
*This* was a gorgeous hunk of man in a lilac suit, exactly matching
the car. He was mincing delicately over the close-clipped grass,
carrying a small case. As he came closer, he took off his wrap-around
dichroic blue sunglasses and ran a long-fingered hand through his
thick blond quiff.
Grandma Trudy came out of the house at that moment. "Girls, I'd like
you to meet Sandy!"
"Sandy?" Tanya's jaw had dropped as she looked from Trudy to the hunky
vision who now towered above her.
"Sandy", I confirmed. "Or possibly Alexander?"
"Alexander it is", he said, lisping only very slightly. "My Sunday
name. Sandy to my best friends."
"Sandy is a jewel", said Grandma Trudy. "The most nimble set of
fingers with a needle outside London. Did Clarrie explain the
problem", she asked him.
"All she'd say was that you wanted some new brassieres. She didn't
mention a problem at all."
"Well, it's not a problem as such. We just have a few little girls who
need new bras, is all!"
Sandy shrugged and smiled. If Madam wanted to pay top prices for bras
for little girls, that was all right by him. The big American woman
was laughing.
"Not *little*, I got the wrong word, there. Let's just call them
'young' girls."
I could see the girls inside the house, looking curiously out through
the patio doors. I waved to them, relieved to see that they weren't
dressed for swimming, or undressed, to be more precise. They wore
their shorts and extra large T-shirts. They came over, and stood in a
row, gazing at Sandy curiously. He looked back at them, his expression
faltering for the first time.
"I think I see what you mean, Mrs Pym", he said, shaking his head.
"Can you do anything for them?" Tanya asked.
Sandy was slowly recovering his composure. "Oh, I'm sure I can do
something."
"Bras and swimsuits, Sandy", said Grandma Trudy firmly, although Tanya
and I both opened our mouths to protest. "They've been eating rather
too well this last week, I'm afraid!"
And Sandy sat down, opened his case and produced a tape measure. The
girls were well used to Mrs Cooper, but not to a man measuring them,
even a man like Sandy, who seemed to them to be more like a woman than
most women.
"He was nice", said Pansy after Sandy had driven away. "When is he
coming back with our new bras and bikinis? I can't wait.
Pansy *couldn't* wait. To my shame, when she had lifted her T-shirt
for Sandy to get the tape around her, I could see that her shorts
wouldn't meet around her waist, by about four inches. A little roll of
fat swelled over the top of them. Even Victoria, who was tall enough
to carry the extra weight a little better, had obviously put on about
three inches around her waist, and at least an inch on her womanly
hips. But if I felt ashamed at my girls' expansion, Tanya shook her
head in disbelief whan Suzanne's turn came to be measured.
Suzanne's bust had swelled by something like three inches. It was
obvious because she was wearing her best bra under her T-shirt, and it
took her and her blushing mother quite a struggle to get it off. Her
boobs were practically exploding out of it.
**********
We realised how much the girls had increased in size the very next
day, when Sandy brought along a whole picnic hamper full of new bras
and clothes for them. Outside by the pool, the kids paraded round in
their new bras, before squeezing themselves into bikinis which made me
feel a little uneasy, just looking at them. At least, as Tanya
whispered to me, you have to admit it's better than having them
running around in just their panties. Which was certainly one way of
looking at it.
"Can we go for a walk after lunch, Mummy?" Suzanne stood in front of
Tanya, her hands clasped behind her back, twisting herself from side
to side and pouting slightly. "We won't fall in the river again."
Clever girl, getting her answers in before Tanya had even asked the
question. Suzanne followed up her advantage.
"If we were to wear our new swimsuits under our tops, it wouldn't
matter even if we did fall in, would it?" Excellent argument, Suzanne,
I thought, get out of that one, Sis! She didn't.
"You behave yourselves, then, understand?"
"Ooooh, we will, Mummy. Can Clarrie come with us, to make sure we're
good?"
"Well, I suppose so, if she's free", said Tanya, surprised.
Clarrie was free, as it turned out. So was Davie, naturally.
**********
Davie had watched the whole thing from upstairs. Realising he couldn't
see the pool from his own bedroom window, he had slipped along the
passageway to Clarrie's room. From the maid's window, he had been able
to see the girls trying on their bras and bikini tops.
And once Sandy had driven away, the girls slipped into their new
bikinis and plunged into the pool, their breasts bouncing. They looked
even bigger now, he thought. Bloody hell, even little Pansy looked
good enough to ...
His lewd thoughts were punctuated in no uncertain manner.
"So this is where you get to when I'm downstairs, hard at work!"
Clarrie crept up behind him and flung her arms round his waist.
"Ooooh! That's not the only hard thing round here, either! Come on,
lover, get your gear off and lie down on Clarrie's little bed."
Davie had no choice in the matter. She manhandled him to her bed and
tipped him on to his back. The sheets and pillows smelled powerfully
of Clarrie. Davie's erection throbbed afresh and Clarrie wasted no
time. No time to take her panties off, she slipped them aside and
lowered herself on to the boy. It was as if she'd never been away, he
thought, he had hardly recovered from last night's efforts.
"Just a quickie, lover", Clarrie whispered, bending to whisper wetly
in his ear. "I've got to start getting lunch ready." And the teenager
briskly pleasured herself on Davie's rigid column. "There you go", she
said happily, dismounting and tugging her panties back into position,
where they immediately became soaked and transparent with leaking
juices. "See you later", she said, waving her fingers as she darted
out of the door.
**********
Davie hadn't really recovered when the gong sounded for lunch. He went
downstairs slowly and painfully, remembering not to clutch at his
aching balls as he entered the kitchen.
"You can go for a walk with Clarrie and the girls this afternoon",
Maisie told him. "But no falling in the water this time, all right?"
At least it would get him away from the bedroom, so he wouldn't be
grabbed and used again by the insatiable Clarrie. A whole afternoon
without being fucked loomed ahead of him, and he brightened visibly. A
whole afternoon getting close to those delicious young girls in their
new bikinis. He could see them out on the patio now, and began to get
hard again.
Clarrie noticed. How did she do it, could she smell an erection at
ninety paces, he wondered. The girl found an excuse to pass through
the confined space between him and the table, and she pressed her
soft, warm and generous bottom against him, rubbing up and down for a
few moments. She moved away half a second before Maisie turned round.
The housekeeper looked at the lovers suspiciously, but saw nothing
incriminating going on.
"Here y'are, Davie, love, get this down you, then you can go and
change into something respectable for the afternoon. I don't know,
those clothes look as if you slept in them!"
**********
They walked along through the long grass beside the river. Davie
swished at the tops of the cow parsley with a stick. Clarrie had gone
on ahead with Pansy and Daniel. Victoria and Suzanne had fallen into
their usual positions, one on each side of Davie. They both pressed
against him, and he gazed from one to the other in amazement. Both
wore T-shirts over their bikini bras and to the boy's fevered
imagination, the girls' tits seemed to be swelling before his eyes.
"We're wearing our new bikinis, Davie", Suzanne told him, in case he
hadn't noticed. "Look", she said, cupping her breasts and offering
them to him like a sacrifice. He had to look away. It didn't help.
"We'd all grown so much this week", Victoria said. "It's Nana Trudy's
food. All those cakes and things! We're getting huge!"
"Mummy said it's all going straight to my boobies!" Suzanne confided,
loudly. "I sneaked a look at the tape measure when that man Sandy was
measuring me. It said I was forty-five inches! That's five inches
bigger than Victoria", she said, completely without malice.
Davie was finding walking more and more difficult. He tried to
rearrange the contents of his shorts, to Victoria's interest.
"Golly, Davie, are you getting a hard-on again? Is it because of us
talking about our boobies? Is that what's making your thingie all
hard, Davie?"
"Why should that make him hard, Victoria?" Suzanne asked, bemusedly.
"We're only talking, not sitting on his face."
"Nor eating kippers", added Victoria, who was by now fully convinced
of the aphrodisiac properties of smoked herrings.
Davie shook his head. These two were really weird, he thought. Always
going on about sitting on people's faces and eating kippers. Perhaps
there was something in what Victoria said. He would have to ask
Clarrie if she could bring some kippers from the kitchen next time
they did it. The thought of doing it made his cock feel tired, and it
slumped a few degrees. Surreptitiously, he tucked it into a more
comfortable position. To his horror, he felt a small hand helping him.
"Let me do that", Suzanne giggled, "there, is that better? It's not so
hard now, should we talk about our boobies and make it hard again,
Davie?" Both girls looked up innocently into his face.
"No", he croaked, stopping and sinking to the ground on his stomach.
"Look", he pointed desperately into the water. "There's a fish!"
"Is it a kipper?" whispered Victoria, enthralled.
"I don't think so", said Suzanne. "That one's silver, kippers are
brown."
"And you can't smell it, either", Victoria said with more certainty.
"If it was a kipper, you'd be able to smell it from here."
Davie, meanwhile, had slipped his hand gently into the water. The
girls fell silent, watching him, as he slid it closer and closer to
the fish, pausing for seconds at a time. Breathlessly, they looked on
as he gently slipped his hand beneath the fish's belly.
"He's tickling it", whispered Suzanne, enthralled, bending closer.
"What for?" Victoria wanted to know. Then she found out, as Davie's
hand came out of the water, the little fish resting on his palm,
suddenly wriggling in his grasp as it realised its fatal mistake.
Suzanne threw up her hands in delight just as the fish escaped and
dived neatly into the girl's yawning cleavage.
"Aaaaaaagh! Gerroff!" Suzanne leaped to her feet and clutched at her
bosom, plucking the shirt away from herself. The fish refused to lie
still, twitching between the plump spheres of her breasts. Suzanne
capered around, trying to reach down her neck, but there wasn't really
enough room in her bodice for her hands as well as everything else
that was in there. The fish was lodged head first in the front of her
bikini bra, and it was panicking. So was Suzanne. Inevitably, as she
hopped around, she got closer to the river's edge.
"Look out, Suze!" shouted Victoria. Too late. For the second time in a
just over a week, Suzanne went head over heels into the water, closely
followed, as usual, by Davie. They sploshed around as Victoria
screamed, bringing Clarrie, Pansy and Daniel running to the scene.
They clambered out to safety.
The fish had escaped.
Chapter 12:- Tickling
"Well, with any luck, she won't fall in the river again today", Tanya
said, sitting on a towel by the pool. With a smaller towel, she wiped
the droplets off her arms and the outside of her thighs.
Grandma Trudy watched her. "You'd better take that shirt off if you're
not going in the pool again for a while. It will soon dry in this
sun."
"I suppose so. I'm just not used to sitting around half naked."
"If you're topless, Tan, it's a good deal more than half of you that's
naked", I told her, and she stuck her tongue out at me, the way she
does. But she grasped the bottom of the clinging T-shirt and
disentangled it from her breasts, before pulling it up and over her
head. We watched as she spread it on the hot ground. Steam rose almost
immediately from it.
"Wow, Tanya", Grandma Trudy stared at her, "I just can't believe those
titties of yours!"
Tanya was drying the tops of her breasts, and peering around them to
get at the sides.
"Here, let me do that, Tan!" I went and knelt beside her and she
handed me the towel gratefully. "Lie on your back", I told her, and I
dried her chest and stomach carefully when her breasts cascaded to lie
on each side of her body. It reminded me of the old days, and nights.
"Sandy will be bringing your new bikini tomorrow", said Grandma Trudy.
"He's very quick."
"I can't imagine what you're going to look like in a bikini, Sis", I
said, tickling her in the ribs.
She squirmed, and her tits heaved like a pair of white whales. "So
long as it keeps these things pointing in the same direction as I'm
swimming, I'll be happy with it."
We fell silent for a few minutes as I dried around her panties and
inner thighs. She obligingly raised one knee, then the other one in
turn. Her eyes were closed. Was she remembering the way we used to do
this, as I was?
"How are the kids doing at school?" Grandma Trudy asked, as if she
needed to say something to break the spell.
"Victoria and Pansy are getting on all right", I said, "now the other
kids don't tease them so much. Victoria straightened them out."
"I wish someone would straighten them out for Suzanne", sighed Tanya.
"Doesn't she go to the same school?"
"No, we live too far away, and I can't drive a car. For physical
reasons!" she added quickly when Grandma Trudy looked surprised.
"We were thinking about having a private tutor for Suzanne, until
she's old enough to go to a big school", I said, spreading the wet
towel out to dry. Tanya's tits are big enough to make a towel very
wet.
"Oh, Sis", she complained, "you know that's a no-no. I can't get a
tutor for Suze. She's going to have to survive the way she is.
Although he's going to hate it all the more after this holiday with
the others."
"Especially if she carries on growing the way she has this week!" I
said.
"It's as bad as that, is it?" Grandma Trudy looked thoughtful.
"She comes home in tears most days", said Tanya, sitting up with an
effort and hugging her knees. It wasn't easy for Tanya to do that, as
her breasts had to hang down on each side of her chest, where they
rested on the ground.
"Why couldn't she stay here?"
"Here? For school?"
"Kind of. There's a friend of ours. Retired school teacher. She
retired early, she's not old. She retired to look after her mother,
and the lady died a couple months ago. It's just possible Judy
Thresher would jump at the chance to do a bit of teaching again."
"It would be great, and it sounds like it would give her something to
do ... but, Gran, I really can't afford it. She would want far more
than I've got."
"Honey, I don't want to interfere with Suzanne's schooling, or take
her away from her loving mother, but if, as you say, she's so unhappy
at school, don't you think it would be a good thing?"
"There's no doubt about that, but ..."
"... in that case, why don't I call Judy and see how she feels?
Suzanne, too. We've plenty of time to think it through. And Tanya, if
the answer's 'yes', the money's not a problem, okay?"
Tanya was looking at Grandma Trudy. She rolled on to her hands and
knees and crawled over to the older woman like a great big baby,
except that her breasts were dragging along the ground. She sat next
to her.
"I'd miss her so much! But if she was happy, and learning, and not
being teased every day by thoughtless, cruel kids ..."
Grandma Trudy held her arms out and hugged Tanya. It was a pretty
amazing sight!
**********
At least, this time, Suzanne wasn't naked. As her T-shirt hung on the
bush to dry, the girl lay on her back in the sunshine, and Davie tried
to avoid looking at her. Without success. She seemed to be everywhere
his eyes went. Lightly supported in her bikini top, the kid's
mountainous breasts were magnificently plump and full, and hardly
sagged at all, not like Clarrie's. But then Clarrie rarely lay on her
back, she preferred it on top.
Davie was glad he hadn't worn his jeans, his shorts would dry much
more quickly. Meanwhile, Clarrie had insisted that he couldn't be
naked in front of the girls, so she had given him her panties to wear.
Davie was outraged.
"I can't wear those!" he stormed. "They're for girls."
"Not just any girl, lover, they're mine!" Clarrie murmured, threading
the damp little garment on over his feet and easing them up his legs.
They were far too large, even with their elastic waist, Clarrie being
about a foot bigger than the boy round the hips. But somehow, he
managed to fill them, and Clarrie's nearness, combined with the
painful sight of the recumbent Suzanne, meant that Davie found it
necessary to lie on his stomach to hide his erection. There was
another reason for his erection, too, although it worried him. He
found it incredibly exciting to be wearing a girl's knickers. And when
he thought about it, and realised that if he was enjoying wearing
girl's knickers, there must be something wrong with him, and even THAT
thought made him excited! It was so confusing.
Clarrie lay beside him, so he was between her and Suzanne. Victoria
sat on a tuft of grass and watched them all.
"It's a pity the kipper got away", she sighed.
"Kipper? What kipper?" said Clarrie.
"Davie caught a kipper in the river", said Suzanne, "didn't you,
Davie, and it dived out of his hand in between my titties. Head
first." She peered down into her cleavage as if she thought it might
still be hiding down there somewhere. There was room for a whole shoal
of them, Davie thought, and groaned aloud.
Clarrie sniffed. "Kippers live in the sea", she said, with all the
assurance of a young woman who worked in a kitchen. "It must have been
something else."
"A salmon", suggested Pansy.
"No, salmon live in cans", Suzanne said with certainty. "It wasn't in
a can."
"I still think it was a kipper", said Victoria. "You could have taken
it home for your supper, 'stead of throwing it down Suze's bra. You
and Clarrie could have eaten it in bed."
"While she was sitting on your face", laughed Suzanne, and the cousins
rocked from side to side for joy.
"Why are you always going on about sitting on people's faces, you
kids", Davie whined at them. "You're obsessed with sex, you are."
"No we're not!" shouted Victoria.
"What's sex?" Pansy asked.
"It's sitting on people's faces", said Suzanne, getting to her feet.
Quickly, taking the boy by surprise, she grabbed his shoulder and
turned him on to his back. "Like this!" she shouted, and she hovered
over Davie for a second or so, before flopping down. In fact, she sat
down a little harder than she intended, finding balancing rather
difficult, and Davie was effectively snuffed out.
"Get off him, you'll break his nose. Or suffocate him", Clarrie
gasped.
"*You* didn't", said Victoria, "so little Suze won't. She's only half
as big as you. Well, her bottom's only half as big, anyway. Her top's
nearly the same size", she said, finding to her surprise that it was
closer than she had imagined.
Davie wriggled, unable to escape from beneath Suzanne. He might have
managed it, but he began to realise he didn't really want to. His
struggles died away, although he made a token adjustment of position
until his nose was comfortable.
Suzanne seemed to be enjoying it, too. She moved her hips
experimentally, and felt Davie twitch beneath her. It went very quiet.
"Is he dead?" Pansy asked, with interest.
"He can't be, he's still moving", said Victoria, "look!"
Clarrie was already looking. The bit she was looking at was certainly
moving, as if it had a life of its own. She badly wanted to take it
into her mouth and swallow as much of it as she could, but surrounded
by nosy kids, she wouldn't be allowed to get away with it. She let go
of Davie's prick reluctantly, having grasped it without thinking.
"Was that nice, Clarrie?" Victoria wanted to know. "Could I hold it
for you?"
"For me?"
"Well, could I hold it for Davie, then? Couldn't I just HOLD it?"
Victoria obviously wanted to hold it.
"I don't think it would be a good idea, Victoria", said Clarrie.
"Why not? Suze *sucked* it the other day!"
"Oh, yuck", said Pansy, "don't keep reminding us of that!"
Clarrie looked at Suzanne, who was taking no part in the conversation.
Her eyes were closed and there was a smile on her face as she knelt
astride Davie's face, moving languidly. Davie was throbbing away
oblivious to everything but the amazingly fragrant little bikini pants
which filled his horizon. Not like Clarrie's bottom at all, exciting
as it was; Suzanne smelled like fresh sweat, and sweet cookies, with
just a hint of cheese. He took a deep breath. He was in no immediate
danger of suffocation, although all the time he was getting closer to
drowning.
"Ooooh!" Suzanne sighed, opening her eyes very wide for a brief
moment, then closing them again. She said it again, "Ooooh!"
Clarrie sighed and sat back. Twenty seconds at the most, she thought.
Clarrie was never one to stand in the way of another girl's orgasm.
Her estimate was correct to within two seconds. Clarrie knew about
such things. While the other girls looked on in concern, Suzanne's
movements became more urgent, her moans built up to little cries.
"Suze?" said Victoria.
"Zanne?" said Pansy.
"Ooooh, Davie!" moaned Suzanne thoughtfully. A well brought-up girl,
her first thoughts, despite the intensity of her feelings, were for
her partner. She climbed off, and stood up, flexing her knees. "That
felt nice!" she said to Clarrie. "I think I know why you do it now."
"So glad", said Clarrie, shakily.
Davie still lay on his back, shuddering.
"He doesn't seem very happy", Victoria said, "do you think *he*
enjoyed it, too?"
"I think it's time we went back home", said Clarrie, "fetch your
clothes, Suzanne. And bring Davie's shorts. He can't go home like
this." She needed Davie alone, as a matter of urgency. The poor boy
had been left in a state of deep need. And so had she.
**********
"Here they come", I said, "they look dry enough from here."
"Davie looks a bit muddy", said Tanya. "So does Suzanne's shirt."
Pansy, as ever, took on the role of courier. "Mummy!" she cantered up
to me, with Daniel bounding along behind her like an adoring puppy.
"Guess what? Suzanne fell in *again*!" She sighed heavily. "I simply
don't know *what* we're going to do with her!"
Victoria and Suzanne were dragging along, taking their time. Clarrie
and Davie had gone straight into the house, Clarrie leading the boy by
the hand. If I hadn't known better, I'd have imagined she was dragging
him along. The door closed behind them.
"It's good to see Clarrie looking so relaxed and casual", said Grandma
Trudy, with a secret smile. "When Sir Roger's here, she has to wear
her uniform all the time."
"Her *uniform*?" said Tanya.
"Oh, you wouldn't believe it! I'll tell you what. It's cruel, and we
shouldn't do it, but I'll tell Maisie to make the girl wear her
uniform to serve dinner tonight. Then you'll see!"
"It sounds intriguing", I said. It did.
"Oh, it is! Just you wait 'til you see her! Now then, what's been
keeping these two?"
Victoria and Suzanne finally reached us.
"Has Pansy been telling tales again?" said Suzanne, defensively.
"She said you'd fallen in the river again", I said.
"Nothing else?" Victoria asked quickly. Too quickly.
"What else should she tell us?"
"Oh, nothing. Nothing happened, anyway."
"And if she did say anything else happened", said Suzanne helpfully,
"it's all lies!"
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