And then I start to panic when I hear a female voice behind me.
‘Alright mister. You here to sought my mummy out?’
Instinctively I reach for my shorts, trying to pull them up, before realising that there is no need. Pauline has her hands outstretched, feeling her way towards me. I feel an overwhelming sense of pity for the blind girl inching forward.
‘Oh hi,’ I say, trying to guess what excuse Yvonne has given for my presence. ‘Yes I’m here to see your mummy. I’m her…physiotherapist? For her bad back?’
‘I hope you can take away her pain,’ says Pauline, sitting opposite me. ‘Anyway, what’s that smell?’
‘Oh it’s just a cheeky fag. Do you want one?’
‘Nah, I’ve got some of my mum’s,’ she says, lighting one. ‘I wouldn’t mind something to drink though.’
I lift my vodka to her lips and she takes a big sip. My penis feels even harder and I spread my legs and slowly stroke it. ‘I’m Washington. I don’t like to brag but I’m probably the best chiropractor in Essex. I’ve sorted out most of the girls on our national volley ball team. It’s a great privilege to help top athletes with their injuries.’
Pauline doesn’t seem to hear me and just stands up saying it’s time for her to sunbathe. She moves slowly, arms outstretched and I follow her to one of the sun loungers where she slips off the kaftan and lies on her front.
‘Will you be my daddy? And look after me?’
I’m naked from the waist down, and my erect cock bounces as I follow this weird little girl. ‘Sure, I can be your daddy. Shall I help put some sunscreen on, the sun’s so hot today.’
I kneel by her side and grab the bottle of Piz Buin that’s on the grass. She tells me to get on with it and I gently rub cream down her back. She’s sweating hard and my hands glide easily across her skin.
‘Why don’t you do some physio on me? I’ve got lots of stress all over entire body.’
‘I think I know just what you need.’ I climb on the lounger and straddle her legs letting my balls rest against her bum so I can use longer strokes.
‘Can you unfasten my bikini? I don’t want no horrible fucking tan lines.’
‘That’s a good idea, tan lines are totally ugly.’
She lifts herself on her elbows so I can easily remove her top and her naked breasts hang down. I’m seriously impressed how mature she is about letting a stranger see them. Her brown nipples are erect and her tits sway with the force of the massage.
‘Is my body okay daddy? Will the cute boys really want to fuck me?’
‘I don’t think you need to worry. Boys like girls with big squidgy bums like yours.’
‘Really? Please mister, can you cream up my bum and let me know what you really think about it.’
‘There’s nothing worse than having burned bum cheeks!’
Pauline giggles and spreads her legs as I touch her ass, squeezing her young flesh, applying cream in a circular motion so I can discretely spread her cheeks. Her bikini slides up her crack like a thong and I can see the dark skin of her anus.
The feeling of sweat and cream is making me wild, with a sudden desire to lick her asshole. By now she is moaning softly and I lower my hips so my cock rests between her buttocks and I push down so I can rock against her.
‘I don’t mind if you want to take off my knickers,’ whispers Pauline. ‘And I might like it if you touch me between my legs, that’s where most of my stress seems to be.’
I look down and the slime from my cock has stained her bikini thong. Needing no further encouragement I kiss her buttocks and the inside of her thighs, and spread her bum cheeks so I can play my tongue against her gusset. Her moans become louder as I lift her hips so she is on all fours and I pull her knickers down. I grip her waist and reach round, massaging her tummy. It is lean and I can feel her abs tense and then I reach forward so I can cup her boobs, her nipples sharp against my palms. Her cunt is inches from my mouth. It is unshaven and her blonde pubes are wet with sweat. My lips close on her anus, tongue pushing against her chocolate hole. She grinds her crotch into my face, moaning and panting, and I can smell the strong sex stink from her fat pink cunt.
I am about to finger her anus when she suddenly goes rigid.
‘Me need poo poo!’ she cries.
‘What the fuck are you on about!’
‘I need to poo poo. Fuck I’m desperate!’
Pauline makes a growling noise. Her anus dilates slightly, and then she emits a deep and sustained fart. My face is so close to her bumhole that I feel the hot gas against my face. I greedily inhale. The smell is a luxurious combination of syrup, cigar smoke, fish and rotting eggs. It is so astonishingly sexual that I immediately try to push my cock into her cunt but I stop myself when I see her anus expand and contract, piss spurting out.
I start to panic, wondering what Yvonne will think if she sees what’s happening, but I’m powerless as Pauline groans and strains and pushes out a length of glistening shit. It plops into the pool of piss on the sun lounger and then the mental bastard farts again before another creamy string of shit emerges from her body, hanging from her ass before her anus contracts, snipping it off.
I think I hear her say, ‘Please don’t tell my mummy,’ when she reaches back and puts a finger into her asshole. Then she groans again, pulls out her finger and thick, coffee coloured liquid floods out. The extreme smell of eggy gas is too much even for me and I vomit on her feet.
Seconds later Pauline is laughing hysterically and rolls off the lounger.
Hoping she’s fully evacuated her bowels, and wondering how fucking bad her diet must be, I spot a hosepipe. I turn the tap and aim the jet at the lounger blasting the shit and puke. Pauline seems oblivious, saying I’m a bad man for making her sad.
The dumb bitch is seriously winding me up and I aim the pipe at her face, then between her open legs targeting her twat. Unfortunately most of her shit has landed on her tummy and in her hair. Her legs are in the air, cunt lips spread. She’s emitting a high pitched scream like she’s having an orgasm. And then I hear another female voice behind me.
I spin round, and see Yvonne holding a can of Kronenbourg and a fag, yelling ‘What the fuck!’
And wow, she looks incredible wearing a cheetah print bra, pink dot mesh panties, a sheer kimono and six inch ‘bunny tail’ stilettos. Her hair is still damp, but she’s made the effort to put it in a bun, sodden tresses dangling down.
And then I realise her daughter is naked and coated in liquid excrement, wanking and wailing like a shrew and I have lost control of my wilting penis and powerful hose.
[b]Yvonne[/b]
I walk back into the living room and pull the headphones off my daughter’s head.
‘Fuck off mum I was listening to that!’
Since Dwayne left I’ve put up with many insults from the mongrel child he left me to rear, but this is too serious. ‘You listen to me Pauline, we have a massive fucking problem. Your dad has fucked us over and stopped paying the bloody car instalments. And they’ve sent someone round to take our Nissan LEAF.’
‘No fucking way, daddy would never do that!’
‘It’s true, you’ve got to believe me. If they take our car we’re totally fucked. You won’t get no education and will end up homeless and on the game for sure.’
‘Daddy would never do that to me! I know he’s fucking your sister now, but that’s your problem. He’d never do nothing to hurt me, like letting some cunt take the LEAF.’
I kneel on the floor and hold Pauline’s hand. ‘I love you so much darling, but you need to realise that daddy is not a perfect man. He’s fucked your nana, both my sisters and he’s a hopeless heroin addict. Even the doctors said you was born hooked on skag which is why you got the brain slowness and maybe also the blindness?’
‘Fucking hell Yvonne, I cant believe how selfish you are laying this on me! I’ve got a severe headache and my stomach’s in agony. It must be that curry you made me eat last night, it’s fucking poisoned me.’
This is the last straw and I grab Pauline by the hair and pull it back. ‘Do not fuck with me. I have given up everything to look after you. I even turned down that job as a PA to that posh accountant in Billericay. Don’t that mean nothing?’
‘Fucking hell mum, don’t lay that guilt trip on me again.’
I put my hand round Pauline’s throat and squeeze as hard as I can. ‘Hear this you stupid little bastard, we cannot lose the car. It’s our lifeline and I need you to help me.’
Pauline flaps at my arms, gasping, her legs thrashing and I lower my mouth to her ear.
‘There’s still a way that we can keep the car. A nice man called Washington has come to see us and he’s in the back garden. And all you need to do while I get presentable is go and make him feel welcome.’
‘Piss off, I’m fucking sick, I’ve got food poisoning or ain’t you listening. My stomach cramps are so bad I don’t think I can even walk.’
I am really close to pulling her pants down and spanking her. ‘I just need you to get in the garden and be nice to him.’
‘Right, and that’s everything.’
‘Yes. Unless he asks for some extras.’
‘Like what?’
‘You know, in case he wants to touch you. Nothing major, just your titties or ass. If he needs comforting you have to obey him. In fact you should offer yourself to him.’
‘So you think he might like me?’
‘It’s possible dear. And don’t worry because after I’ve had a quick shit and a shower, and shaved my legs, and done my hair and put on some perfume and makeup and nice knickers I’ll take over. Unless you’re enjoying it too much that is. Have we got a deal babe?’
After aiming Pauline in the direction of the back yard I go to the kitchen, open a beer and down it. I know I stink because I haven’t had a shower since Tuesday, and light a fag as I wander to the bathroom.
Pauline is right, last night’s microwave curry was two weeks after its sell by date and I sit on the toilet. Washington might want to fuck my ass and I need to be fresh. I scroll through Instagram pictures of beach holidays as I empty myself. My shit comes out in pellets that splash in the water. I wipe my ass and notice that my pussy needs shaving.
Before jumping in the shower I strip naked and smooth hair removal cream around my crotch, not forgetting the stragglers round my bumhole. Whilst the cream works its magic I wander into the bedroom and do a cheeky line of coke, just to take the edge off. The sun is so bright that I draw the curtains to create a more intimate vibe, and to keep some of the heat out.
