Ricky Fuld

Chapter Four.
Sperm-Loving Girls

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Ruby and Mia possessed one immense advantage in their choice of a school. A milf girlfriend of theirs, Mrs. Trafford, lived within a mile of Cedar Pastures, and had arranged with Mrs. Schlesinger that the two girls should spend every alternate Wednesday afternoon at her house. Wednesday was the most general day for Scholarship Girls; it was the leisurely half-holiday of the week, when the girls might carry out their own little plans, Saturday afternoons being reserved for hockey practice and matches, at which all were expected to attend. The rules were strict at Cedar Pastures, and enacted that the girls must be escorted from school to their destination and sent back under proper chaperonage, but during the hours spent at their girlfriends' they were considered to be under her charge and might go where she allowed.

To the sisters these fortnightly outings marked the term with white stones. They looked forward to them immensely. Both chafed a little at the strict discipline and confinement of Cedar Pastures. It was Mia's first experience of school, and Ruby had been accustomed to a much easier regime at Melissa Gates High. It was nice, also, to have a few hours in which they could be together and talk over their own affairs. There were home letters to be discussed, news of Evan on board U.S.S. Relentless, of Lance in Afghanistan, and Baz in the training-camp, hurried scrawls from Father, looking after commissariat business 'somewhere in the Middle East', accounts of Sugar's new housekeeping, picture post cards from Freddy and Wayne, brief, laborious, round-hand epistles from Chantilly, and delightful chatty notes from Mom, who sent a kind of family chronicle round to the absent members of her flock.

One Wednesday afternoon about the middle of October found Ruby and Mia walking along the road in the direction of Whitecliffe. They were policed by Miss Slitterwist, who was taking a detachment of schoolgirls into the town, so that at present the company walked in a crocodile, which, however, would soon split up and distribute its various members. It was a lovely, fresh autumn day, and the girls stepped along briskly. They wore their school hats, and badges with the brown, white, and blue ribbons, and nothing else.

'Nobody could mistake us for any other school,' said Ruby. 'I feel I'm as much labelled 'Cedar Pastures' as a Guantanamo Bay prisoner is known by his turban! It makes one rather conspicuous.'

'Trust the Princess for that!' laughed Bernice Simpson, who was one of the party. 'You see, there are other schools at Whitecliffe, and other girls go into the town too. Sometimes they're rather giggly and silly, and we certainly don't want to get the credit for their escapades. Everybody knows a 'Cedar Pasturer' at a glance, so there's no risk of false reports. The Princess prides herself on our clear record. We've the reputation of behaving beautifully!'

'We haven't much chance of doing anything else,' said Ruby, looking rather ruefully in the direction of Miss Slitterwist, who brought up the rear.

At the cross-roads the Wienerschnitzels found their cousin, Misty, waiting for them, and were handed over into her charge by their teacher, with strict injunctions that they were to be escorted back to their respective hostels by 6.30.

Ruby waved good-bye to Bernice, and the school crocodile passed along the road in the direction of Whitecliffe. When the last hat had bobbed round the corner and the shadow of Miss Slitterwist's presence was really removed for the space of four whole hours, the two girls each seized Misty by one of her hands and twirled her round in a wild jig of triumph. Misty was nearly twenty, old enough to just pass muster as an escort in the eyes of Miss Slitterwist, but young enough to be still almost a schoolgirl at heart, and to thoroughly enjoy the afternoons of her cousins' visits. She worked as a prosthetist at the Richard Cheney Hospital, but she was generally off duty by two o'clock and able to devote herself to their amusement. She had come now straight from the hospital and was in uniform with blood stains down the front from having sawn off Soldiers' limbs.

'You promised to take us to see the Soldiers,' said Ruby, as Misty turned down the side road and led the way towards home.

'The Commandant didn't want me to bring visitors to-day. There's a little whitewashing and papering going on, and the place is in rather a mess. You shall come another time, when we're all decorated and in apple-pie order. Besides, we haven't many soldiers this week. We sent away a batch of convalescents last Thursday, and we're expecting a fresh contingent in any day. That's why we're taking the opportunity to have a special cleaning.'

'I wish I were old enough to be a prosthetist!' sighed Ruby. 'I'd love it better than anything else I can think of. It's my dream at present.'

'I enjoy it thoroughly,' said Misty; 'though, of course, there's plenty to do, and sometimes the Commandant gets ratty over just nothing at all. Have you got Emergency Amputation classes at school?'

'They're going to start next month, and I mean to join. I've put my name down.'

'And Mia too?'

'They're not for Juniors. We have a First Aid Instruction class of our own,' explained Mia; 'but I hate it, because they always make me be the patient, as I'm a new girl, and I don't like being bandaged, and walked about after poisons, and restored from drowning, and all the rest of it. It's rather a painful process to have your tongue pulled out and your arms jerked up and down!'

'Poor old girl! Perhaps another victim will arrive at half-term and take your place, then you'll have the satisfaction of performing all those operations upon her. I've been through the same mill myself once upon a time.'

The Traffords' house, 'The Old Glory', stood on Cliff Walks, a pleasant residential quarter somewhat away from the visitors' portion of the town, with its promenade and motels. There was a beautiful view over the sea, where today little white caps were breaking, and speedboats rushing about in a manner calculated to test the good seamanship of any tourists who had ventured forth in them. Aunt Nancy was in the town at a Food Control Committee meeting, so Misty for the present was sole hostess.

'What shall we do?' she asked. 'You may choose anything you like. The cinema and tea at a cafe afterwards? Or a last game of tennis (the lawn will just stand it)? Or shall we shower together: the three of us? Votes, please.'

Without hesitation, Mia and Ruby plumped for the last option. Ruby was first to jump in and her tongue almost immediately began lapping Misty's shaved pussy.

'Well well well,' Misty smirked, shaking her head.'What is it with you girls? You think you gotta wait for an engraved invitation to get some pussy around here or something?'

'Sorry...I...just...' Mia began stammering before she was interrupted.

'Jesus, stop fucking apologizing and get naked,' Misty groaned, half in frustration and half in pleasure from Ruby's tongue.'Get that goddamn robe off and get in here before I drag you in by your hair.'

Mia had no doubt Misty would make good on that threat and part of her was quite willing to have her do it. But even a newbie like Mia knew it was much simpler to just jump into the shower. With a grin, Mia's robe was on the floor next to Ruby's and she was under the water with her friends.

'About time,' Misty remarked, as she assumed the role of mentor to her younger lovers. 'You kids need directions on everything sometimes. Now get over here and kiss me.'

Misty's chiding made Mia feel like the prosthetist regarded her as someone inexperienced and unworthy. But Misty's kiss made those feelings disappear fast. It was passionately tender and had Mia moaning in no time.

The taste of Misty's pussy had been so demanding of her complete attention that only now did Ruby look up to see who it was that had joined them in the shower. Something like Misty's sopping sex wasn't something you just got distracted from at the sight of the first bright, shiny object to bounce along, but Ruby decided she was at a good point to take a peek. When she saw it was Mia who was now in mid-make out with Misty, Ruby's girl juice coated smile got even wider.

The few seconds Ruby had been away from Misty had allowed her cunt lips to get a fresh layer of juice on them and she took care of that with a hungry lick that sent shivers right up Misty's spine.

The sexy lick caused Misty's tongue to reflexively push into Mia's warm, wet mouth, where it was happily welcomed. Their kiss deepened and Mia hands soon moved to Misty's breasts and she gave the sexy mounds of girl flesh a passionate squeeze. That produced another long moan from Misty into Mia's mouth as their tongues wrestled.

Mia and Misty were into some deep tongue kissing and the feel of the schoolgirl's hands on her tits had Misty kissing her even harder, but the prosthetist's main thoughts were on the girl working over her pussy.Misty swore that Ruby got better at eating pussy every time she did it and Misty felt pulses of pleasure shoot through her with every sexy lick her lover took.

The hand that Misty had on Ruby's head was far from necessary since Ruby had her own hands gripping Misty's ass cheeks, making sure that the pussy she was feasting on could never get too far from her mouth. Misty let Ruby's soft, wet hair go from her grasp and the kneeling girl's tongue continued on its merry way, lapping away at her pink wetness with furious, skilled strokes.

'Oooooooooooooh fuck mmmmmmmmmmm yessssssss drill that pussy with your tongue!' Misty groaned after breaking away from Mia's kiss. 'Fucking get that tongue deep inside me! Ohhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhh lick me dry Ruby! Bury that nasty tongue inside me and get all those wet juices!'

Committed to proving herself to Misty, Mia then pulled the horny prosthetisy into another long kiss. She kept her hands latched to Misty's breasts, massaging the firm mounds and making sure her nipples were at their maximum hardness. Mia didn't want Misty to doubt her or think she was some shy kid. She might have been new and unsure of what all the rules were, but Mia wanted there to be no doubt of her lust for women.

Misty happily returned the kiss, taking her fingers and running them through Mia's schoolgirl hair. All three of them were soaked now, but the water could have suddenly shut off and none of them would have noticed. They were too lost in each other.Misty moaned into Mia's mouth again and again, the pleasure from Ruby's tongue rolling through her with no signs of it slowing down anywhere in evidence.

 After running her fingers through Mia's wet mop of hair, Misty moved down to her tits, using one hand to play with them while the other grabbed the forgotten loofa she had been using on herself before and squeezed soap bubbles all over the schoolgirl's chest. Mia squealed a little bit as Misty made her tits very slippery and began doing some serious moaning of her own as the prosthetist's hands got busy on her body.

The two naked girls eagerly played with each other's tits, squeezing and massaging the sexy girl flesh before them as they kissed. Misty let soapy water drip all over Mia's body, running down from her breasts all over her stomach and onto her pussy. Mia gasped happily as Misty took a hand and worked the loofa over her cunt and her moans deepened. She was totally soaked and it wasn't from any water.

The soft kissing and Misty's sexy touch had Mia almost ready to pant from horniness. She loved the feel of the water streaming over her bare body and the sounds of Ruby licking away while she and Misty made out. It was all turning her on and Mia had only two words to offer. 

'Fuck me,' Mia groaned. The words passed her lips almost as a whisper but Misty had no trouble hearing them. 

'Not yet sweetie, you gotta earn that,' Misty wickedly declared, loving the horny disappointment that passed over Mia's face. 

'How?' Mia inquired, desperate to earn the privilege of having her needs tended to by these sex goddesses. 

'Mmmmm take care of Ruby for me,' Misty ordered with a smile.  'She's being so good to my pussy that she deserves some fun of her own.  Don't you think so, Mia?'

'Oh yeah,' Mia agreed with a smile of her own as she cast her eyes downward to the naked beauty lapping at Misty, her face fused to Misty's pussy to give her tongue maximum opportunity to play. 

'Then go show me what you can do,' Misty told the schoolgirl. 'Make that sexy little thing come and I might just do the same to you afterward. '

The promise of erotic pleasure to come wasn't needed to convince Mia to go down on Ruby, but it didn't hurt either. Already dreaming of the orgasm she knew was in her future, Mia pulled away from Misty and sank down the shower floor next to Ruby. Water was all over the cool tile and Mia splashed softly as she moved closer to Ruby. 

Mia didn't waste time when she reached her target. She got right behind Ruby's back and ran her fingers over the girl's wet slit. This made Ruby stiffen up and let out a happy moan, but she didn't stop licking. She remained bent over and in perfect position for Mia to get her tongue to work. 

Because of the angle of her body, Ruby's pussy lips were naturally spread open and Mia could see the drops of girl cream that clung to them. It was an enticing invitation that no one could have passed up. With Ruby already open and waiting for her, Mia just had to lick and that's exactly what she did. She ran her tongue over Ruby's slit to lick up her cream and let it tickle her taste buds. 

An ecstatic cry came from between Misty's legs as Ruby reacted most favorably to Mia's efforts. The sounds of Ruby's appreciation were muffled, but her intentions were clear and Mia responded by licking faster. 

Soon Ruby and Misty were both crying out their pleasure and the wet hiss of the water falling from the shower head was completely overwhelmed by the sounds of pleasure cries and wet tongues snacking on even wetter pussies. 

Ruby always found it so hard to concentrate when she was being licked at the same time she was eating out another girl, but it was a problem she loved having to deal with. The struggle to focus on one over the other was more than offset by the ecstasy that could only come from having a pussy against your face while a tongue was buried in your own cunt. Ruby loved it when everything timed out perfectly so she was tasting an orgasm while having her own and she certainly hoped that was going to happen here. 

Mia rubbed Ruby's quivering slit with her fingers and spread her pussy open wider so she could really get her tongue to work. The kneeling schoolgirl lapped at Ruby's pinkness, swallowing her juices with greedy gulps as she moved toward her clit with every lick. 

The sound of Ruby's muffled sex cries pushed Mia on, but not nearly as much as the taste of her pussy did. In all her times with girls, the thing that Mia had loved the most had been how good they'd tasted against her tongue. Each girl she'd licked had her own distinctive flavour and Mia loved tasting and comparing them. Some girls were spicier, some were sweeter and some were tangier. But they were all delicious. Ruby had a spicier pussy than girls like Cameron and Love and Mia couldn't get enough of her. 

The more she tasted, the more Mia craved and she began working her tongue furiously over Ruby's pussy. Mia was rewarded with increased juices from Ruby's overheating cunt and she licked up every drop while smiling from ear to ear. Mia's fingers kept Ruby's folds spread wide for her tongue to explore all her hot spots and when the young pussy licker got to her clit, Ruby lurched on her knees and cried happily into Misty. 

Ruby felt her brain fill with the addictive sex endorphins that kept her from ever getting enough girl sex. Nothing else on this earth could make her feel this good. The sensation of a horny girl licking her was such an intense pleasure that Ruby sometimes wondered how she'd ever survived without it. Mia's tongue was doing everything right and it just made Ruby want to get Misty off even harder. 

'Yesssssssssssss oooooooooh fuck that pussy Jess!' Misty groaned, humping herself hard as her lover's tongue picked up speed and passion.  'Ahhhhhhhh so fucking good!Mmmmm more baby more! You're gonna get a mouthful of my cum so soon if you just give me more!'

Misty's promise and the rich taste of her juices, a surest sign as any that she was close, had Ruby giddy with horny delight. Her brain was fogging over with ecstasy from the feel of Mia's tongue between her legs, but Ruby never let her focus leave Misty. The beautiful pink pussy before her face. . . so pink and so wet. . . demanded her absolute attention and Ruby gave it good to Misty. 

Ruby's tongue had been licking fast and licking hard and Misty had rewarded her with taste bud soaking gifts of her juices, but now that she knew she had her lover right on the verge, Ruby let her tongue fall back. Instead she got her lips to work, sucking first on Misty's pussy to draw out even more of her juices while she nursed on the tender, fuckable folds of Misty's cunt and then moving onto her clitoris. 

Just as Mia was starting to work her clit over, Ruby did the same to Misty. Her own eyes were starting to water with tears of pleasure from Mia's tongue touch to her swollen pleasure bud and Ruby desperately wanted Misty to feel that good too. 

It was getting harder and harder to push her own pleasure to the side to concentrate on Misty, but Ruby summoned her strength and sucked on Misty's clit with a greedy clamp of her lips, relishing the feel of it between her lips and the rapturous cries she got. 

'Fuck!!!' Misty screamed out in a short burst of ecstasy shooting past her lips. 'Ooooooooooooh yessssssssssssss you horny little bitch! That's how you fucking eat pussy! Mmmmmmmm suck on my clit! Ooooooh suck on it hard while I fuck your beautiful face!'

That was all Misty got out before her words turned into sharp cries of sexual bliss thanks to Ruby sucking even harder on her clit. 

Then after their exertion, Mia and Ruby decided to go for a scramble on the cliffs.  They loved walking, and, as their own home was inland, the seaside held attractions.  Misty hastily changed into tweed skirt and sports coat, found a favourite stick, and declared herself ready, and the three, in very cheerful spirits, set out along the hillside. 

It was one of those beautiful sunny October days when autumn seems to have borrowed from summer, and the air is as warm and balmy as June.  Great flocks of sea-gulls wheeled screaming round the cliffs, their wings flashing in the sunshine; red admiral and tortoise-shell butterflies still fluttered over late specimens of flowers, and the bracken was brown and golden underfoot.  The girls were wild with the delight of a few hours' emancipation from school rules, and flew about gathering belated harebells, and running to the top of any little eminence to get the view.  After about a mile on the hills, they dipped down a steep sandy path that led to the shore.  They found themselves in a delightful cove, with rugged rocks on either side and a belt of hard firm sand.  The tide was fairly well out, so they followed the retreating waves to the water's edge.  A recent stormy day had flung up great masses of seaweed and hundreds of star-fish.  Mia, whose tastes had just begun to awaken in the direction of natural history, poked about with great enjoyment collecting specimens.  There were shells to be had on the sand, and mermaids' purses, and bunches of whelks' eggs, and lovely little stones that looked capable of being polished on the lapidary wheel which Mrs Wurlitzer had set up in the carpentering-room.  For lack of a basket Mia filled her own handkerchief and commandeered Ruby's for the same purpose.  For the first time since she had left home she looked perfectly happy.  Mia's tastes were always quiet.  She did not like hockey practices or any very energetic games.  She did not care about mixing with the common herd of her schoolfellows, and much preferred the society of one, or at most two friends.  To live in the depths of the country was her ideal. 

Ruby, on the contrary, liked the bustle of life.  While Mia investigated the clumps of seaweed, she plied Misty with questions about the hospital.  Ruby was intensely patriotic.  She followed every event of the war keenly, and was thrilled by the experiences of her soldier father and brothers.  She was burning to do something to help - to nurse the wounded, record songs on YouTube, act as courtesan to a staff-officer, or even be cryptographer over in Iraq - anything that would be of service to her country and allow her to feel that she had played her part, however small, in the conduct of the Afghan War.  As she watched the sea, she thought not so much of its natural history treasures as of submarines and floating mines, and her heart went out to Evan, somewhere on the Red Sea keeping watchful guard against the Iranian terrorists. 

It was so delightful in the cove that the girls were loath to go.  They climbed with reluctance up the steep sandy little path to the cliff.  As they neared the top they could hear voices in altercation - a high-pitched, protesting, whining wail, and a blunt, uncompromising, scolding retort.  On the road above stood a Chevrolet, piled up with innumerable parcels, and containing also a young boy.  He was a charmingly pretty little fellow, with a very pale, delicately oval face, beautiful pathetic brown eyes, and rich golden hair that fell in curls over his shoulders like a girl's.  He was peering out from amidst the host of packages and trying to look back along the road, and evidently arguing some point with the utmost persistence.  The untidy black girl who drove the car had stopped, and gave a heated reply.  He was clearly in some way disabled, but it was obvious from the fact that he wore no trousers or underwear that wear it mattered he was not disabled at all.  His huge limp penis flopped over his bare thigh. 

'There's no point, I tell you! Fuck knows where you may have dropped it, and if you think I'm going to traipse back you're much mistaken.  We're late as it is, and a pretty to-do there'll be when I get in.  It's your own fault for not taking better care of it. '

'Have you lost anything?' enquired Misty, as the girls entered the road in the midst of the quarrel. 

'It's his Kindle,' answered the servant.  'He's dropped it out of the window somewhere on the way from Whitecliffe; but I can't go back for it, it's too far, and we've got to be getting home. '

 'We haven't found it, but we'll look for it on our way back.  Have you any idea where you dropped it?'

The boy shook his head. 

'I was using it in the town while Chantille went inside the shops.  Then I forgot about it till just now. '

His brown eyes were full of tears and the corners of the pretty mouth twitched.  More intriguing for the girls, his cock was also twitching at the sight of them. 

'He's such a child for surfing the net! At it all day long!' explained the black girl.  'He thinks as much of a tablet as some of us would of a good wank.  Well, we must be getting on, Dennis.  I can't stop. '

'Look here!' said Mia.  'We'll hunt for the Kindle on our way back to Whitecliffe.  If we find it we'll call you some time and give it to you. '

'And suppose you don't find it?' quavered the boy anxiously. 

The young boy put his hands on his erect penis, and tried to wave good-bye to the girls as his black attendant wheeled him away. 

'Poor guy! I wonder what's the matter with him?' said Misty, when the automobile had turned the corner.  'And I wonder where he can possibly be going? There are no houses that way - only a few villas. '

'I can't place him at all,' replied Ruby.  'He's not a poor person's child, and he's not exactly a gentleman's.  The Chevy was very rusty and so old; and the black girl wasn't professional enough for a nurse, she looked like a general hussy.  Mia, I don't believe you'll find that Kindle. '

'I don't suppose I shall,' returned Mia; 'but I have an old iPad at home, and I thought I'd write to Mom and ask her to send it to Auntie's for me, then I could take it to him. '

'Oh, good! What a splendid idea!'

Though the girls kept a careful look-out along the road they came across no tablet or other kind of PC.  Either someone else had picked it up, or it had perhaps been dropped in the street at Whitecliffe.  Mia wrote home accordingly, and received the reply that her Mom would post the iPad to 'The Old Glory' in the course of a few days.  The sisters watched the weather anxiously when it arrived and they'd arranged to meet Dennis again.  They were fascinated and wanted to see him again.  They could not forget his pale, wistful face among the parcels in the old Chevrolet.  Luckily their holiday afternoon was fine, so they were allowed to go to their girlfriend's house under the escort of two prefects.  They found Misty ready to start, and much interested in the errand. 

'I expect your young man will be waiting for the iPad,' she hazarded. 

'He's not due till half-past four - if he's on time,' laughed Mia. 

If the girls were early at the meeting-place the boy was earlier still.  The old Chevrolet was standing by the roadside when they reached the path to the cove.  Chantille, the black girl, greeted them with enthusiasm. 

'Why, here you are!' she cried.  'I never expected you'd come, and I told Dennis so.  I said it wasn't in reason you'd remember, and he'd only be disappointed.  But he's thought of nothing else all.  He's been ill again, and he shouldn't really be out to-day, because the automobile jolts him; but I've got to go to Whitecliffe, and he worried so to come that his mother said: 'Best put on his things and take him; he'll cry himself sick if he's left'. '

The little pale face was whiter even than before, there were large dark rings round the brown eyes, and the golden hair curled limply to-day.  However, his cock was full of life and its purple tip was clearly visible.  Dennis did not speak, but he looked with a world of wistfulness at the parcel in Mia's hand. 

'I couldn't find your Kindle, but I've brought you an iPad instead, and I expect it's just the same,' explained Mia, untying the string. 

A flush of pink spread over Dennis's cheeks, the frail little hands trembled as he fingered his treasure. 

'It's nicer than mine! It's got coloured pictures!' he gasped. 

'If it jolts him to be wheeled about to-day,' said Misty to the black girl, 'would you like to leave him here with us while you go into Whitecliffe? We'd take the greatest care of him. '

'Why, I'd be only too glad.  I can tell you it's no joke wheeling that pram up the hills.  Will you stay here, Dennis, with the young ladies till I come back?'

Dennis nodded gravely.  He was busy examining the pictures in his new iPad.  The girls wheeled him to a sheltered place out of the wind, and set to work to entertain him.  He was perfectly willing to make friends. 

Misty was caressing Mia's cunt as well as her breasts. She took one of Mia's hands in hers and placed it on her own hungry, wet pussy. 

'Would you like to do the same thing to your girlfriend?Would you like to eat her cunt as she does yours?', Misty asked. 

'Uh. . . uh. . . I don't know. . .  yes. . . YES, I would!Please teach me, Misty. . . teach me!'

Ruby, wearing a large strap-on dildo was on her back. Mia was on top - her back on Ruby's belly - and a rubber cock was buried up her ass.  Dennis, on his knees between the legs of both girls, was steadily fucking in and out of his black nurse's cunt. Mia was being double fucked by the two - Ruby in her ass, Dennis in her cunt. She loved being fucked by two people at the same time, and as they fucked, begged for more. 

'Yes. . . yes. . . you fuckers. . . do it. . . fuck me. . . harder. . . drive that cock up my ass Ruby. . . fuck yes. . . fuck yes. . . OOOOHHHH SHIT, THAT'S GOOD!'

The two pulled out and switched places. Dennis was now driving up her ass and Ruby was ripping into the cunt with the big rubber cock. As Ruby fucked Mia with all the force she could muster, it was Mia about whom she thought. Just as Mia began her orgasm, the words slipped from Ruby's mouth,'Do you like it, Miaie?Do you like my big cock ripping into your tight little pussy?'

After Dennis had filled the nurse's ass with a heavy load of hot cum, the three of them lay on the grass resting. 

'Ruby', Mia asked, 'Do you know that you were calling me by your brother's name as we fucked?I bet you've been fucking him and not sharing. Have you?'

'Not really', Ruby replied, 'I sucked his dick in the shower the other day, but that's as far as it's gone. '

'Are you planning on more?' Dennis asked. 

'Fuck Dennis, what do you think?' Ruby answered. 

The three of them laughed, then Mia said, 'We share, right?'

 'I've got names for you all,' Dennis said.  'I made them up while we were fucking.  You,' pointing to Misty, 'are Sharon Stone; and you,' with a finger at Ruby and Mia, 'are two fairies, Paul Ryan and Hank Williams.  No, I don't want to know your real names; I like make-up ones better.  We always play fairies when Titania comes to see me. '

'Who's Rush?'

'She's my girlfriendie.  She's the very loveliest person in all the world.  There's no one like her.  We have such fun, and I forget my leg hurts.  Shall we play fairies now?'

'If you'll show us how,' said the girls. 

Dennis pulled out his erect dick and the three girls took turns at sucking it, while Dennis gasped and uttered the names of his favourite faggots like Bill O'Reilly and Tod Aiken. 

It was a very long time before Chantille, well laden with parcels, returned from Whitecliffe, and the girls had plenty of time to suck Dennis's dick.  They found him a charming fellow, full of quaint fancies and semen.  His chatter amused them immensely, yet there was an element of pathos through it all; he looked so frail and delicate, like a fairy changeling, or some being of another world.  They wondered if he would ever be able to fuck girls and boys when he was older and his black nurse, Chantille, wasn't there to help. 

'Good-bye!' he said, when Chantille, full of apologies and thanks, resumed her charge.  'Come again sometime and play with me! I'm going home now.  Take care of rapists on your way back.  And don't talk to pedophiles.  I won't forget you. '

'He's hugging his iPad,' said Ruby, as the girls stood waving a farewell.  'Isn't he just too precious for words?'

'Sweetest thing I've ever seen!' agreed Mia. 

'Poor little chap! I wonder if he'll ever grow up,' said Misty thoughtfully.  'I wish we'd asked where he lives, and we might have sent him some DVDs.'

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