Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

“Denise and Samantha, this is Mrs. Johnson and her little girl, Angie,” Debbie announced with a flourish as she smiled broadly at the two girls. Angie grinned and looked from Samantha to Denise who then ran up to her and gave her a gentle hug as if to welcome her to their home.

Angie then turned to her mom and said, “Mommy, they’re already in their nighties. Can I get changed for bed too?” Even though she knew they weren’t really going to bed she still wanted to be like the other two little girls.

“Soon, hon. But let’s all say hi first, shall we? We’ve only just got here, sweetie.”

“Oh, poo, but we already did,” Angie replied, pouting. “Hi everyone, I’m Angie and this is my mommy. You can call her Jasmine if you like,” she giggled. “That’s her name. Okay, now can I go get changed?” she asked again, hands firmly on her hips.

Debbie couldn’t help laughing at the precocious little girl who’d been full of surprises that evening a couple of weeks ago. “Samantha, why don’t you grab Angie’s bag from the hallway and take her upstairs to the girls’ room and help her get changed for the evening – if that’s okay with you Jasmine, that is,” she added, turning to Angie’s mom. “Oh, and these two little imps are my daughters, Denise and Patty. They’ve been so anxious to meet you Angie, as you can no doubt tell.”

“Can we go up too, mommy?” Patty asked, breaking away from Kimmy’s hand and happily skipping over toward Angie and Denise.

“I suppose so sweetie. But let Angie get changed first before you all start playing around with whatever it is you’ve got planned up there for the night. We don’t want her to get her pretty clothes all messy now, do we?”

“Yea,” screeched Patty, who quickly grabbed Angie by the hand. “Come on this way, Angie. I’ll show you where our bedroom is.” Samantha had by now returned with Angie’s bag and, throwing her other arm around Denise’s shoulder, she quickly followed the other two out of the room and up the stairs toward the girls’ room.

Kimmy meanwhile had been eying Jasmine with interest, noticing how gorgeous she looked in her somewhat revealing outfit. They had been introduced at the front door as Jasmine and Angie entered the house but other than a nod of acknowledgement, nothing else had been said. Now that it was a little quieter though, Debbie was able to introduce Kimmy more formally.

“Jasmine, Kimmy is the girl who looked after my two little imps the evening of your party,” she explained. “The other girl, Denise, is her younger sister, and she came over to lend a hand – just in case the two of them gave her any trouble,” she added, laughing.

Jasmine smiled at Kimmy. “And I hear they gave you so much trouble that you both fell asleep after they went to bed,” she teased.

“Huh?” Kimmy said, glancing at Debbie with a puzzled look on her face.

“Didn’t you tell her, Debbie? How you phoned and got no answer, so you quickly rushed home to check if everything was okay and found your cute babysitters fast asleep on the couch downstairs?”

There was a dead silence in the room as Kimmy quietly gasped and brought her hand up to her mouth and Debbie found herself at a loss for words. Jasmine began to realize she had somehow created an awkward situation and tried to placate things by adding, “Sorry, I guess you didn’t want to embarrass the girls by letting on you’d discovered they’d fallen asleep on the job.” And she added with a little chuckle, “I guess I’d probably have done the same thing under the circumstances.”

But the horrible truth was starting to dawn on Kimmy and she stuttered, “Y…you really c…came home to check on us?”

Debbie, who was now very reluctant to reply, felt herself trapped. She nodded to Kimmy, who at the same time suddenly remembered the missing pair of panties after she and Denise had come downstairs from their bathroom fun with the girls in order to clean up the family room.

“Am I missing something here?” Jasmine asked, with a frown on her face, puzzled at the silence from the other two.

Kimmy was now blushing furiously, hardly daring to look at Debbie, and fighting back the tears that had started to form in her eyes.

Seeing this, Jasmine tried to smooth over the mess she seemed to think she had created. She smiled at Kimmy, saying, “It’s okay dear. Debbie wasn’t angry when she returned to the party. In fact, she looked quite relieved that everything was fine at home.” And she looked over at Debbie. “Isn’t that right, Debbie? Don’t worry Kimmy,” she added, looking back at the shaken girl. “It can happen to anyone. I’m sure Debbie wouldn’t have invited you and Denise back tonight if she’d been unhappy with you both.”

Then it began to dawn on Kimmy that Jasmine was right. And in fact she then began to realize things might not be as bad as she had initially thought. She looked over at Debbie and, half smiling, softly asked, “You saw, didn’t you?”

Jasmine turned to look over at Debbie once more. “Saw? Saw what?” she asked, still puzzled. “I am missing something here, aren’t I?” Now it was Debbie’s turn to blush. “Well I guess it’s time for true confessions,” she managed quietly, and turning to Kimmy she said, “Yes, dear, I saw everything…well, enough anyway. But Jasmine is right – I wasn’t angry. In fact…” she hesitated, “…in fact, I found it kind of, well, sweet. Maybe kind of arousing.” And here she began to smile a little. “Who am I kidding? I found it fucking hot. I even took a pair of the girls’ panties away with me as a souvenir,” she giggled.

And she proceeded to explain to the bewildered Jasmine what had really happened, what she had really seen when she had come home that evening. And because of what Angie had told her about her mom’s ‘bedtime ritual’ she didn’t think Jasmine would be too shocked at what Kimmy and Samantha had been up to with her little girls. And she was right. In fact, as the story unfolded, Jasmine’s face continued to develop a broadening smile and Kimmy couldn’t help noticing how she crossed and uncrossed her long legs several times, each time causing her short skirt to climb further and further until her panties were in full view. She’s getting fucking horny, Kimmy thought to herself.

And listening to Debbie relate the details of that night was also having a profound effect on Kimmy who felt own her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as she heard about how Debbie had masturbated while watching her and Samantha licking her little girls’ cunnies in the bathtub. Her own skirt had also crept up as she had been unconsciously spreading her legs wider and wider while listening, giving both Jasmine and Debbie an unimpeded view of her dampening panties, which did nothing to hide the shape of the plump lips of her aroused young pussy.

“Oh, and I should tell you, Jasmine, that Angie told me all about your special goodnight kisses when I took her up to put her to bed that night,” Debbie said. “Not only that, she insisted I do the same for her since you were busy downstairs with your guests,” she added, smiling. “So I hope you don’t mind, ’cause I did,” she confessed, giggling.

“Oh god yes, doesn’t she taste divine?” Jasmine cried out, now clearly aroused. “But talking about divine, I think young Kimmy over there is dying for a little of the same treatment, aren’t you sweetie?” And without waiting for an answer, Jasmine stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor as she moved over to the couch where Kimmy was sitting and knelt down in front of her, burying her face between the young girl’s legs as she inhaled the fragrance of her by now soaking panties. Kimmy leaned back, closed her eyes and yanked her skirt up as high as she could, spreading her legs wide, covering her boobs with her hands and squeezing them tightly, pinching her nipples through the thin material of her top as Jasmine’s tongue rapidly attacked the delicate fabric covering her cunny.

Not one for being left out of the action, Debbie quickly pulled off her shorts and thong and knelt behind Jasmine, yanking down her panties to her knees, revealing the shapely globes of her firm, delicious looking butt. As Jasmine pulled aside the crotch of Kimmy’s panties and slid her tongue between her soaking lips, Debbie spread Jasmine’s cheeks and started to administer the same treatment to them as she had to her little daughter that evening, twirling the tip of her tongue around her puckered asshole, and periodically slipping it down lower between her plump lips, and then lower still to flick her engorged clit which was now proudly protruding from it’s sheath, all the while rubbing her own pussy with her free hand which she had slid down inside her panties. Kimmy’s hands had by now swiftly moved from caressing her boobs to the back of Jasmine’s head, holding it more firmly against her horny pussy as she raised her hips from the sofa, urging the older woman to increase the pressure of her tongue against her clit as she felt her climax approaching. At the same time, Jasmine’s moans grew louder as Debbie continued to assault the woman’s asshole and cunt, and knew she too would soon be in the throws of her own orgasm. It didn’t take long for the three of them to scream out in the passion of the moment, each one’s cries adding fuel to the others’ until they were all completely drained.

Soaking, dripping, panting…drained.

Slowly, the three of them began to recover. Slowly, smiles spread across their faces, two of which were now gleaming, wet and shiny with sticky love juices which two tongues proceeded to slowly savor. No, three – as Kimmy now pressed her lips to Jasmine’s and kissed her deeply, slipping her hands inside the older woman’s top, caressing her full breasts, feeling the hard nipples pressing into her palms. Debbie joined in the embrace by leaning against Kimmy from behind, kissing her softly on her neck and sliding her hands around inside the front of the young girl’s blouse, feeling the firmness of her braless teen mounds, squeezing them, caressing them, loving them, tenderly twirling the hard pointy nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

“Mmm,” she sighed. “It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this. My husband would be so jealous if he could see me now. He couldn’t keep his eyes off your boobs when you and Samantha were here that night. And your sister is going to be just like you, I can tell,” she added, giving Kimmy’s nipples another squeeze.

“Yeah, she already is,” Kimmy replied with a little giggle.

The three of them now found themselves wondering what the other four girls were doing upstairs, having been totally pre-occupied with themselves since the foursome had left to help Angie get more comfortable for the sleepover. Knowing what they knew now, Jasmine and Debbie were both beginning to imagine what might be happening. Kimmy, of course, already had a pretty good idea.

As Angie arrived upstairs she’d looked around carefully at all the stuffed animals in the girls’ room, picking up each one and giving it a hug before moving on to the next. “Wow, you sure have a lot of them,” she commented. “Mmm, I love them all,” she squealed as she hugged an extra large and fluffy looking lion, kissing it on the nose.

Patty giggled. “Hey, you left some lipstick on him. Now he has a red nose just like Rudolph.”

“Does your mommy let you wear make-up all the time?” Denise wanted to know.

“Only on special occasions when we go out like this,” Angie replied. “It makes me feel older. I’m going to be nine next month, you know,” she told them, sticking out her chest. “Mommy says I’ll be growing my boobies soon. Look, they’ve already started, see?” she exclaimed proudly as she lifted up her top to show off her smooth, little chest. As Denise looked closely she could see Angie’s nipples had already started to puff out and she shyly ran a finger over one, watching it suddenly crinkle and start to harden.

Now it was Patty’s turn to giggle. “Denise’s do that too,” she told Angie. “Especially when we play big girl games, like you taught us, Samantha,” she added, blushing a little as she turned toward the older girl.

“Do you have your lipstick with you, Angie?” Samantha asked, an idea forming in her mind. Angie nodded, pointing to her overnight bag which also contained her nightie and toothbrush.

“Oooh, can we put some on too?” squealed Patty.

Samantha laughed. “Well, only if Angie says it’s okay.”

Their little guest agreed and unzipped her bag, fumbling around for a few seconds and then proudly produced her tube of lipstick. Samantha took it from her and knelt down in front of Patty who, with a serious look on her young face, allowed the older girl to carefully apply some to her pouting lips. Next it was Denise’s turn and finally Samantha added some to her own lips.

Angie giggled. “Hey, now we all have matching lips. Do me again Samantha. I lost some of mine when I kissed the lion.” The older girl did as she was asked, coating Angie’s lips again until they were a dark, glossy pink.

“Time for you to get changed now, though,” Samantha told her, reaching inside the little girl’s bag again and pulling out her nightie. Angie promptly pulled off her top and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her in only her socks and her cute, white panties which displayed the face of a young kitten on the front, as if to indicate where her own little pussy was hiding.

“Hey, look. She’s got a kitty on her kitty,” giggled Patty. “That’s so cute.”

“Does she purr when you stroke her?” teased Samantha.

“Why don’t you go try and see,” Denise prompted her sister who had gone over to Angie to take a closer look. Patty reached out a hand and began to stroke the little girl’s kitties, listening closely.

“I don’t think she’s gonna purr,” Samantha said, but I think Angie might, if you keep that up,” she added, smiling slyly at the two girls.

“We’d better be quiet in case mommy hears and decides to come up and see what we are doing,” Denise cautioned, feeling that familiar tingling beginning in her cunny as she watched her sister.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that, sweetie,” Samantha told her. “I think Kimmy will be keeping your mommy, and Angie’s, occupied,” she added with a wink.

“And my mommy wouldn’t mind anyway,” chimed in Angie, pushing her pussy out to help Patty’s now more enthusiastic stroking. “Mmm, that feels soooo good,” she told the little girl. “Mommy loves to stroke me like that. I think my kitty’s getting kinda wet. Maybe you should take my panties off.” And without waiting for Patty to react, she tugged them down herself, revealing her puffy pussy with its protruding inner labia to the little girl who stared in amazement.

“Oh, it looks different from mine and Denise’s,” she said. “It looks more like Kimmy’s or even yours, Samantha. Samantha, too, was gazing in rapture at the sweet sight in front of them, and found herself subconsciously reaching her hand down to rub her own pussy, which was rapidly moistening and urging her on.

“You can kiss it if you like, Patty. Mommy does it all the time when she puts me to bed,” Angie assured her, as if Patty might be a bit reluctant. But Patty didn’t need to be told again, and quickly grabbed Angie’s cheeks and pulled her toward her face, kissing the little girl’s cunny with a loud smack. Pulling back she giggled, “Oh look, I got lipstick on your kitty.” And she leaned forward again and started to lick the dark pink marks she had left on the little girl’s lips. “Mmm, tastes so good,” she laughed, looking up at Angie, and then back at the others.

“Here, Patty,” said Samantha, throwing the tube of lipstick over to her. “Put some on her cunny lips with this.” And as Denise and Samantha watched, the little girl carefully started to apply the dark pink lipstick to Angie’s puffy lips. Then, as she spread her pussy open a little wider, she began to put some onto her inner labia as well, slowly covering the young girl’s pussy with the glossy lipstick.

Denise was getting hotter and hotter watching the two of them and soon found herself beside Samantha whom she had noticed was now rubbing her pussy even harder. “Let me help you,” she whispered, as she covered Samantha’s hand with her own. “Can I take off your panties too?” As if she had to ask.

“Put some lipstick on her little button too,” Samantha called out to Patty, as Denise tugged the older girl’s panties off and started to kiss her pussy, leaving her own lipstick marks behind to lick.

Patty did as she was told, amazed again, this time at the size of the little girl’s clit as it started to peek out at her. It was so much bigger than her sister’s. Angie was now becoming so excited that she could no longer continue to stand. She backed up from Patty a little so as to lay down on one of the beds, spreading her slim legs as wide as she could to allow Patty to continue to play with the lipstick on her pussy. In doing so, her little vagina opened and Patty couldn’t resist slipping the tip of a finger inside, exploring her new friend. Her finger was soon replaced by the lipstick tube, and, encouraged by Angie’s increasing moans she began to fuck the little girl slowly in and out with the golden colored implement.

As Denise continued to kiss and lick Samantha, the older girl kept her eyes on what Patty was doing, getting more and more aroused as the tube of lipstick plunged in and out of the girl’s fleshy pussy. “Lick her button, Patty. Lick it. Make the little cunt cum,” she cried out, as she finally had to lay down herself and, grabbing the back of Denise’s head, pushed the young girl’s face harder and harder against her dripping pussy. “Oh, fuck, yeah, oh god yeah, I’m gonna…” and she suddenly cried out and held Denise tightly to her, lifting her ass from the floor, her squelchy cunny leaving a combination of lipstick and sticky, creamy juices all over the young girl’s pretty face.

By now, Angie had also reached the point of no return. She clenched her little fists as her legs straightened, toes stretching out and pointing down, and loudly squeaked as she felt what only her mommy had been able to make her feel a few times up to now, only this time so much stronger that she thought she was never going to be able to breath again. Patty, realizing that Angie had cum, like she had sometimes made her sister do, knew that it was now best to just let her new friend try to recover. So she continued to hold her gently as the little girl regained her breathing, gazing in amazement at the red swollen lips in front of her and the still slightly open vagina from which she had just retrieved the tube of lipstick, now shiny and wet with Angie’s cum. Her own cunny was beginning to tingle with excitement and she reached under her nightie to touch it, feeling that she, too, was now wet.

As Patty looked over at her sister, who was still between Samantha’s legs, she realized that the older girl must have had her own orgasm – as she had once called it – while she and Angie were playing together. Leaving Angie to recover on the bed she crawled over to her sister and whispered, “I think we both made them cum real good.” Denise turned around and looked at Patty, smiling at the shiny juices still visible on her face.

“Mmm, looks like you made a new friend,” she teased, and leaned over to kiss her younger sister, tasting the leftovers from Angie’s cunny. “And she tastes good too. Kinda like you, in a way,” she added, and slid her tongue back over Patty’s lips, snaking it in between and flicking it lovingly against her sister’s.

Samantha watched the two girls kissing as she began to recover, and then moved quietly behind Patty, slipping one of her hands up inside the little girl’s nightie and caressing her tiny, firm cheeks, feeling their warmth, squeezing them gently as the two sisters continued to kiss. Seeing this, Angie left the bed and moved behind Denise, copying what Samantha was doing.

This caused Denise and Patty to intensify their kissing, opening their mouths wider, and their tongues now began to duel in earnest. The sisters now both felt finger tips starting to probe inside their wet vaginas and were becoming more and more aroused, wetter and wetter, as their young cunnies responded to the welcoming attention they were receiving. They could no longer remain kneeling as they were, and both collapsed onto the carpet, their slim legs spreading wide and their nighties now pulled up over their smooth chests, revealing their hard, pointy little nipples. It was now Samantha’s and Angie’s turn to dive between the sisters’ soft thighs, and holding their ankles back toward their shoulders they both started to lick the young girls’ sweet pussies, spreading their lips, sliding their tongues into their tight little vaginas, then flicking them across their tiny clits, back and forth, causing both girls to moan and squirm with delight.

Unknown to the four of them, though, they now had an audience. Standing in the doorway, naked, fingers gently rubbing their more than satisfied pussies were Kimmy, Debbie and Jasmine, broad smiles on their faces. “What did I tell you?” Kimmy whispered in Debbie’s ear. “I didn’t think it would take long for Samantha to get the party started.

“Oh, look at my darling Angie, licking your daughter’s hot little cunt and tight asshole,” Jasmine whispered in Debbie’s other ear as she intensified rubbing her own pussy, her breasts jiggling slightly from the motion of her arm, her big nipples jutting out firm and hard.

“Oh god, yeah,” Debbie replied, feeling her own pussy juicing again. “And your slut of a sister, Kimmy, she can’t get enough of my little girl’s cunny. Look at her, trying to bury her tongue inside as deeply as she can.”

“Who are you calling a slut, you horny cunt?” Kimmy giggled back, as she watched her younger sister attack the six year old’s pussy and reached over to squeeze one of Debbie’s tits.

“Oh fuck, look!” Jasmine exclaimed as softly as she could. “They’re both gonna cum, look at them. And sure enough, almost at the same time, Denise and Patty screamed out in passion as both little girls exploded. For Patty it was her first ever, and as Samantha pulled back her head from the little girl to allow her to recover a little, they were all able to see how red and swollen her little cunny had become, and how soaking wet she was, and how her tiny little vagina still remained open, white creamy blobs of moisture clinging to the walls.

Debbie suddenly left the doorway and rushed into the room to her young daughter, hugging her tightly, wanting to feel her soft, tiny body against hers as she came down from her first ever orgasm. My sweet little girl, she thought to herself as she clung to her.

“Mommy, Mommy, are you mad at us?” Patty asked, her eyes opening wide in surprise as her mother grabbed her, and as Samantha and Denise looked on in shock, knowing they had been caught in the act. “Mommy, you’re naked,” Patty cried out, now realizing that her mother’s breasts were pressing against her and suddenly noticing that Kimmy and Angie’s mom had also entered their bedroom, and were both naked too.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” Debbie consoled her. “We know what you’ve been doing, and it’s alright. Does your kitty feel okay, honey?”

“Yeah, kinda wet, and a little tender,” Patty giggled. “Have you been watching us for a long time?”

“Not really, but long enough to see that you were all having fun.”

And she looked down at her little girl’s cunny and smiled. “Lots of fun too, I see,” she giggled as she softly caressed Patty’s pouting pussy with one of her fingers. “Mmm, it’s so wet baby.” And then she shocked both herself and her daughters by first of all licking her finger and then bending down and kissing the wet, swollen lips of her little girl. “Mmm, and so delicious, too,” she added, lifting up her head and smiling.

“Hi Mommy,” Angie called over to Jasmine. “We’ve all been playing, just like you said we might.”

Debbie looked over at Jasmine and shook her head, mouthing, “You devil, you.”

Jasmine, who was beyond blushing, just smiled meekly and shrugged her shoulders. “Knowing my daughter, it was a pretty good guess that something like this would probably happen tonight. But once I knew about Kimmy and Samantha it became obvious to me what we’d find when we came upstairs.” And she walked over to Angie and kissed her softly on her lips. “You did great, sweetie,” she reassured her. “I think your little kitty deserves some extra attention tonight, don’t you? Not to mention this precious little thing, too,” she added, probing the little girl’s asshole with the tip of a finger.

“Oh yesss, mommy!” Angie exclaimed, wriggling her butt. But you’ve got to lick it first. Promise?”

Debbie, meanwhile, had left the room but returned at that moment delicately dangling a pair of white cotten panties from one of her fingers. “Any of you recognize these?” she asked, with a smirk on her face as she swung them back and forth.

Denise gasped. “My panties. They disappeared the last time the…” and she stopped short, realization dawning on her face.

Kimmy laughed. “She came home and saw us all in the bathroom that night. She knew all along. And we made her so horny watching us that she even played with herself. We were so busy we never noticed.”

And suddenly the room was full of joyous laughter as seven hot bodies embraced each other in a warm and happy group hug…and then the fun began all over again.

The End

By Jeneee

Samantha woke on Friday morning with that familiar feeling down below. She’d awakened in the middle of a dream about her young neighbor, Denise, who had been licking her pussy as she looked slyly up at her from between her legs. The first thing entering Samantha’s mind as she slowly became conscious was a picture of Denise’s soft blond hair glowing between her thighs as, with her eyes firmly fixed on Denise’s, the young girl caressed the older girl’s clit with her firm, wet tongue.

As the vision slowly and sadly faded, Denise slid her fingers down between her legs and felt the sticky wetness of her fleshy lips and languidly started to caress them, periodically snaking a finger inside her pussy and wiggling it against her g-spot, lifting her butt off the bed as she did so. She remembered her mother telling her the night before that the next door neighbors had invited her and Kimmy over again for the coming weekend, not really to baby-sit, since she would still be at home, but to keep an eye on her young daughters and another young friend who would be visiting them while her husband was away on business. Mrs. Johnson would also be having company, the young girl’s mother, and as she didn’t want to have to constantly keep an eye on the three girls while she was entertaining she was hoping that Kimmy and Samantha would be able to come over and maybe even spend the night if they were able, to supervise the sleepover.

Samantha realized it was this thought on her mind as she went to sleep the previous night that probably inspired the dream she had just had, and she found herself excitedly waiting for the opportunity that she and Kimmy would have to go next door again to be with Denise and Pammy once more. More of those big girl games, she mused hopefully to herself. As she closed her eyes and increased the vigor of her caresses she thought back to the fun they had all had in the family room, and then later in the shower with the two little girls. She remembered how sweet Denise’s pussy had tasted and was still amazed at the creamy juices her young cunny had secreted as she licked her until the young girl had finally experienced her first orgasm.

“She’ll never forget me for that,” Samantha thought happily to herself. “Her first cum…ohhh,” she moaned, as she felt her own climax rapidly approaching. Her breathing suddenly stopped and she exploded, juices flooding her hand as, at the same time, Kimmy came bursting into her bedroom with a huge smile on her face.

“Can’t wait for to…,” Kimmy started to say but stopped, suddenly noticing her younger sister’s closed eyes and flushed face. “Mmm, looks like my little sis got a head start,” she teased as she pulled back the covers from Samantha’s bed and saw her shiny wet hand still resting between her thighs, coated with sticky, slippery-looking, wet juices. She knelt down and lifted Samantha’s hand to her face and slowly licked each finger one by one, savoring the tangy taste of her sister’s juicy cum.

“Mmm,” she moaned, “I just love the taste of your sexy, hot little cunt first thing in the morning. It has such a…well, such a distinct smell to it too, almost like you’re about to piss yourself,” she laughed, teasingly.

Samantha smirked up at Kimmy. “Well, if you don’t let me get up, I might pee all over the sheets right now if I’m not careful. You know how I always have to piss so bad first thing in the morning.”

Kimmy smiled devilishly as she pushed Samantha back down onto the bed and pressed gently against her sister’s tummy. “Does that help?” she teased, as a finger from her other hand started to slide slowly down between Samantha’s sticky cunny lips, coming to rest against her puckered, hot asshole. “And what if I do this?” she added, the wet slippery tip of her finger now slipping firmly into the narrow passage of her sister’s butt hole as she continued to press down even harder on Samantha’s tummy. “What will happen then, my dear, sweet little sister?”

“Oh my god, Kimmy, puleeeese…don’t do that,” Samantha moaned. “What are you trying to do, make me poop as well as pee? Oh damn…” she groaned, starting to panic, “…you’d better let me up quick, or else.”

“Or else what?” Kimmy laughed, as she slowly relinquished her hold on her sister, slipping the tip of her finger out from the tight confines of her ass and up into her own mouth. “Mmm, I must say it tastes delicious too,” she giggled, licking her lips as Samantha quickly jumped to her feet and rushed off to the bathroom.

“You’re disgusting, Kimmy” she yelled back over her shoulder as she ran down the hallway. But Kimmy could hear Samantha giggling to herself as she walked past the half open bathroom door on her way back to her own room, listening to the fierce splashing of her sister’s piss as it hissed forcefully into the toilet bowl, accompanied by a loud plopping sound.

“Make sure you wipe yourself well, you li’l slut,” she yelled out to her. “I’m gonna check on you,” she giggled, closing her door behind her just in case her father was still home. She didn’t need him nosing around.

School seemed to drag so slowly for both girls that day and when the bell finally rang to signify the official end of the school week they both tore home as quickly as they could.

“What are we gonna wear tonight Kimmy?” Samantha asked her sister as they entered her room. “Mrs. Johnson’s going to be there so we can’t dress slutty,” she mused.

“We weren’t slutty last time,” Kimmy replied. “How could I help it if you forgot to wear your panties,” she teased.

“Hey, you told me to leave them at home, remember?” Samantha retorted.

“Yeah, but since when do you do everything I tell you to do, you slut?” Kimmy giggled.

“So? What do we wear, big sister? You were dressed hot enough last time that Mr. Johnson couldn’t keep his eyes off your tits. I saw him ogling them. Couldn’t keep his eyes off you,” Samantha taunted. “Wonder what his wife thought of that?” she added, thoughtfully. “She’s not that bad looking herself, is she?”

“Well, he’s not going to be there this time. So maybe I’ll dress for Mrs. Thompson,” Kimmy said, wiggling her hips. “Maybe she likes girls too,” she giggled. “Wouldn’t that be a hot surprise?”

“I’m just going to wear jeans and my pink tee, I think,” mused Samantha. “Or maybe I’ll wear that new skirt mom bought for me. Wonder what that other little girl is going to be like? And her mother? Hope they are not snotty. It’s Mr. Johnson’s boss’s wife and their little girl, you know. That’s what mom said anyway. And they are, like, sooo rich she says. It was their party the Johnsons went to that night we babysat.”

“Yeah, I know. Well if you’re gonna wear that hot pink tee make sure you leave your bra off,” Kimmy told Samantha, grinning. “If the women can’t take their eyes off your nipples we’ll at least know they might be interested.”

“Think so?” asked Samantha, with a curious glance at her sister. “Or maybe pissed at us is more likely.”

“No idea,” Kimmy laughed. “But it would be fun to see the looks on their faces. Your nipples are so fucking hot-looking when they get hard.” And as if to make her point, she reached over to tweak one of them through Samantha’s blouse, making her jump. “See what I mean?” she added. “Told you. They get hard so quick.”

Samantha looked down at herself, then up at her older sister and stuck out her tongue. “Like ‘em, don’t you?” she teased, prancing away. “Well, I’m gonna go get changed. I’ve decided I’m gonna wear that skirt after all, and with panties,” she emphasized to Kimmy. “What time do we have to be there anyway?”

“Seven, mom says. And we have to bring our jammies and stuff, too. Remember, we’re staying the night. So don’t forget your toothbrush.”

“Mmm, wonder if we’ll get to sleep with the girls? That would be so hot.”

“Yeah,” Kimmy agreed. “Yummy hot. Come on then, slut. Hurry up and let’s get started. I’m going to grab a shower before dinner. Coming?” she asked with a wicked grin on her face.

“Don’t tempt me,” Samantha yelled after her as Kimmy ran from the room.

At seven sharp the girls yelled goodbye to their mom and quickly hurried next door. Kimmy rang the bell and seconds later the door was opened by a smiling Debbie Johnson who invited them to come right in. They followed her down the hallway to the familiar family room where they’d first met the girls the last time they were there. As they walked behind her, Kimmy couldn’t help noticing how good Debbie’s ass looked in the white shorts she was wearing. She could swear she wasn’t wearing anything underneath, unless it was a tiny thong. And if it was, it was sure buried well between her cheeks, she thought to herself.

“Hey girls, look who’s here,” Debbie announced to her daughters as they reached the family room. Immediately Denise and Pammy jumped up and ran over to Kimmy and Samantha, hugging them tightly, like long lost friends. Both young girls were already in their nighties, dressed for the sleepover they had been looking forward to for the past two days.

“Angie’s not here yet,” Pammy told them. “But she should be coming soon. Mommy says she’s really nice, so I hope you like her,” she continued, smiling up at Kimmy as she reached up and tried to pull the older girl’s face lower down towards her. “Maybe we can show her some of your big girl games too,” she whispered into Kimmy’s ear, and then pulled back, giggling.

“What are you two whispering about?” Debbie asked, smiling broadly as Denise shushed her younger sister and plunked down on the couch, pulling Samantha and Kimmy down beside her. As if I didn’t know, Debbie thought to herself, just as the doorbell rang again.

“They’re here,” screeched Pammy, grabbing Kimmy’s hand and tugging her up to follow her mother, who had already started down the hallway toward the front door leaving Denise and Samantha alone on the couch.

“I see you are already dressed for bed Denise,” Samantha giggled, eyeing the little girl’s nightie which was tucked tightly over the young girl’s knees. “Couldn’t wait, huh?” she teased.

“Well, me and Pammy wanted to be ready for some more of your big girl games,” Denise whispered with a bashful smile on her pretty face. “See?” And she tugged her nightie up above her knees and spread her legs slightly, revealing her sweet, naked cunny underneath. Denise caught her breath as she stared at the little girl’s pussy winking back at her, remembering how delicious it had tasted that evening a couple of weeks earlier, and thinking once again of the dream she had had just before awakening this morning.

“You’d better be careful your mom doesn’t catch you with no panties on, you little devil,” she scolded Denise, trying to resist smiling. “Even I wore mine this time. Wanna see?” And she lifted up the hem of her skirt to show Denise her skimpy white undies which by now had begun to creep slightly in between her pussy lips. “Even if they don’t cover much,” she added giggling, noticing the young girl staring in fascination at the sight between the older girl’s legs.

“But I can still see your cunny through your panties,” Denise giggled. “They don’t really hide much you know. They’ve sort of slipped in between your lips. What about Kimmy? Is she wearing any undies?” the young girl wanted to know.

But before Samantha could respond she had to pull her skirt down again as they heard voices approaching from the hallway. Denise quickly stood up, letting her nightie fall back down around her slim, coltish legs and ran toward the doorway. Just as she reached it her mom appeared with another lady, followed closely by Pammy holding hands with a cute little girl with long, wavy blonde hair that fell down over her shoulders. She was wearing a tight pink top with little spaghetti straps and a flared, dark grey skirt that reached almost to her knees. But what caught Denise’s attention immediately was the little girl’s beautiful face which her mother had obviously enhanced by adding some light pink glossy lipstick and purple eye shadow, giving her the appearance of an attractive child model Denise had recently seen in one of her young girls’ fashion magazines.

Samantha caught her breath as the little girl entered the room with Pammy, followed closely behind by Kimmy who was wearing a broad grin on her face, looking like the proverbial cat who’d swallowed the canary. The girl’s mother was also very stunning, sporting a low-cut, light blue top and a short, flared orange skirt. And did she ever have the legs for it, Samantha noted. Long and slim, and so smooth. She could certainly see where the little girl got her good looks. No wonder Kimmy was smiling – and scheming too, I bet – Samantha thought to herself as she caught her sister’s eye with a knowing glance. It looked like the evening, in fact the whole weekend, was getting off to a great start.

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Jeneee

“I have to go over to Europe for a few days with Doug and a couple of other guys from the company,” Peter announced to his wife as he arrived home from work one evening a couple of weeks after the Johnsons’ party. “We leave Thursday morning and will be returning the following Tuesday. Have to visit a couple of our clients in England and France,” he explained.

“Make sure you bring back something nice for me and the girls,” Debbie told him with a smile. “And behave yourself while you’re there,” she added. “No frolicking with any of those French floozies, understand?” she teased, slapping his butt.

He grinned. “I’ll find something nice – for you and the girls, I mean,” he quickly added, swerving away from another swat he saw coming his way. “I’m going up to grab a shower before dinner.” And he escaped upstairs.

Denise and Pammy came running into the kitchen, hair flying behind them, smiles on their cute faces, eyes shining. “Was that daddy we heard?” Denise asked, hugging her mom.

“Yes honey, he just went upstairs to have a shower before dinner,” Debbie replied, ruffling the little girl’s unkempt hair. “Gonna have to do something with this mop of yours,” she added laughing. “Yours too, Pammy,” she smiled, looking over at her younger daughter. “You both need a shampoo and a style, I think. Especially now that we’re going to be having some company soon.”

“Oooh what company?” Pammy asked jumping up and down as Denise chimed in with “Yeah, who’s coming to visit us?”

“Well, I don’t know for sure sweetie, but daddy has to go away for a few days with his job, and remember that little girl I was telling you about from the party mommy and daddy went to a couple of weeks ago? Daddy’s boss’s little girl? She’s the one who really wants to meet you two. Well, I’m thinking maybe we can invite her over for a sleepover while daddy is away – that is, if her mom will let her come – would you like that?”

“Yay!” both girls yelled out in unison. “That would be fun mommy. Think she’ll be able to come?” Denise added excitedly.

“I’ll phone her mom later tonight and see. Daddy and her father are going away together on business, so maybe her mom would like to bring her over to meet you two. Her name is Angie, and she’s really a cute little girl.”

“Maybe her mommy can stay too,” Denise suggested with a big smile. “Then we can have our own big party,” she added, jumping up and down again, her short skirt flying up with every leap, revealing her cute pink panda panties.

Debbie nodded as another idea crept into her devious mind. “How would you like me to invite Kimmy and Samantha from next door to come too? They can keep an eye on you three while Jasmine and I spend some time together. That’s the little girl’s mom.”

Denise and Pammy looked at each other and grinned shyly. “Yeah, that would be great too, mommy,” Denise replied, jabbing her sister on the arm as Pammy began to open her mouth as if to say something. She could almost hear her sister thinking about those big girl games they might play again and knew her mom would want to know more about that if Pammy happened to mention it. As for Debbie, she could almost swear she saw the little girl blush slightly as she quickly closed her mouth again, biting her tongue.

Yeah, I bet you little vixens can’t wait, Debbie thought to herself as she recalled the scene she’d witnessed in the shower on the evening of that party two weeks ago. Several times during the past two weeks she had been on the brink of mentioning her unannounced visit to the house that night but decided to wait until a more opportune moment. She giggled to herself remembering that she still had the pair of white panties she’d picked up from the floor buried away in her purse.

Having Jasmine visit as well would give Debbie the chance to probe a little more into the relationship she had with her daughter, Angie; that is, if she was able to summon up the courage to ask. She still vividly remembered the good-night kisses she’d laid on the little girl’s butt and pussy, just like Angie claimed her mom did to her every night. Just how would Jasmine react if she confessed she’d complied with her little girl’s request that evening? It might open up a whole new world of possibilities.

“Okay girls, go get changed for bed and as soon as daddy finishes his shower you can go have your baths. I’ll give daddy his dinner and then come up and check on you. Go.”

And with another flurry of giggles, both girls ran upstairs chattering back and forth between each other excitedly as they disappeared onto the landing. The names Kimmy and Samantha were clearly audible to Debbie, and she suspected her daughters couldn’t wait to have their young neighbors visit again. And to tell the truth, she admitted to herself, neither could she. Just wait until they all meet Angie, she thought, grinning to herself.

At that moment she heard a screech from upstairs and a “Daddeee, you dropped your towel,” followed by high pitched giggles from her daughters. Debbie smirked to herself as she realized what must have happened and climbed the stairs to see her blushing husband bending down to pick up his towel, his cock and balls hanging in full view of the still giggling young girls in front of him who were now getting an eyeful of his equipment as it dangled precariously close to their faces.

Seeing their mom appear they turned to her and Denise explained, “Daddy dropped his towel and we saw his thingy mommy. It’s so funny looking.” And Pammy giggled again as she watched her father finally manage to wrap the towel around his waist, regaining some sense of dignity.

“Showing off to your little girls are you, Peter?” she teased her husband, as he turned toward their bedroom sticking out his tongue at her. “Okay girls, show’s over for tonight, time for you to get your baths while I get daddy his dinner,” she told them, smiling at the delightful looks on their faces from seeing their father naked.

“Is that thing what he uses to make babies inside you, mommy?” Pammy asked, curiously.

“Of course it is, silly,” her elder sister replied. “Don’t you know anything?” she teased.

Pammy scowled at Denise as their mom quickly ushered them into their bedroom. “But it’s so much bigger than a finger. How does he get it inside?” Pammy persisted, remembering how tight her own little cunny was and how she had to work hard just to get a finger inside.

“Mommy’s a lot bigger than you, Pammy,” Denise explained, sounding as if she knew all about it. “Aren’t you mommy?”

“Can we see, mommy? Please, please?” Pammy begged her mom.

“Girls, that’s enough. Get your clothes off and I’ll run the bath for you. We can talk about this some other time. Now get!” she commanded, although inside she was half tempted to try to satisfy her daughter’s curiosity. But that would have to wait, she realized, as she left them to get ready for their bath.

After filling the tub she returned to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. As Peter walked in, now dressed again, she laughed saying, “Now they want to know all about how we make babies. Good thing you weren’t hard or they’d never believe you could get that thing inside me. I think the time has come for the ‘facts of life’ discussion. Maybe while you are away I’ll try to enlighten them. Oh, and by the way, I’m going to ask Jasmine if she would like to come over with Angie for a sleepover on the weekend while you guys are traveling. Angie was so eager to meet the girls after I told her all about them. And I think I’ll ask Kimmy and Samantha from next door to come over to help supervise too. The girls seemed to get along well with them.”

“Sounds like it could be fun,” her husband replied, as he dug into his dinner. “Just make sure the girls get some sleep at least,” he smirked. “I know what these all-girl parties can turn into,” he added, laughing. “Not much sleeping goes on at a sleepover, you know. Or so I’ve heard.”

Oh, how well I know, Debbie thought to herself, remembering some of the wild times she had had with her girlfriends in her younger years. Her aunt had initiated her well and she discovered that some of her girlfriends were only too eager to experiment with each other as they learned about the delights of sex. No wonder her own daughters had acted the way they did that night. It must be in their genes. And Kimmy and Samantha seemed to have picked up on that quickly enough, she thought, once again envisioning the scene in the bathtub.

Later in the evening after cleaning up from dinner she telephoned Jasmine to invite her and Angie over after the men had left for their trip. Jasmine was delighted to hear from her and accepted right away, adding that her little girl was so eager to meet Denise and Patty. She’d been talking about them almost non-stop since the night of the party. The idea of staying the night, she added, would be the icing on the cake as far as Angie was concerned. And on my cake too, Debbie smiled to herself.

Then she phoned next door and asked if Kimmy and Samantha were free over the following weekend and, as long as they had their homework finished beforehand, their mother agreed they would be able to go as well. So it looked like it was all set.

While Peter was watching a ballgame on television Debbie went up to the girls’ room to see if they were still awake and if so, to tell them the good news. Quietly opening their bedroom door she peered into the moonlit room and as her eyes adjusted to the gloom she saw with surprise that both girls were sleeping together in the same bed, no covers over them, Pammy on her back with her legs sprawled apart and Denise laying on her side, one arm across Pammy’s chest and one leg bent so that it rested between Pammy’s thighs. Their nighties were tugged up around their waists and neither girl was wearing panties. The scene was reminiscent of two lovers sleeping together.

Debbie crept over to the side of the bed for a closer look and held her breath as she stared down at her two beautiful young daughters. As she watched, Pammy’s eyes flickered open a little and then closed again, but in her sleepy state she sensed her mother’s presence and muttered, “Hi mommy. We were just playing some big girls’ games like Kimmy and Samantha taught us, an’ my kitty feels so good.” And she fell asleep again squirming slightly against Denise’s thigh as it pressed against her mound.

Oh my, Debbie thought to herself, gazing at the globes of Denise’s butt as they seemed to glow brightly in the moonlight. Leaning gently over the bed she bent down and softly kissed those warm cheeks goodnight, and remembering what she had done with Angie, she lingered a little longer, letting her tongue slide slowly between them, tasting the delicate flavor of her daughter’s muskiness.

Denise shifted a little and sighed sleepily. “‘Nite mommy, I love you,” she whispered softly, and then hugged Pammy a little more tightly, kissing her cheek before falling soundly asleep once more.

Debbie felt the familiar tingling starting in her pussy as she straightened up and backed slowly from the room, hand pressed firmly between her thighs, rubbing vigorously. My girls are just like me, she thought to herself as she felt the dampness seeping into her panties. Just like me.

She couldn’t wait for the weekend to arrive.

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

The sound of the telephone downstairs snapped Debbie back to attention and she quickly crept downstairs after yet another glance at the girls who were still too engrossed in their activities to hear it ringing. It was her husband calling anxiously from the party to see if everything was okay, since she had been gone for a while now.

“Yes dear, the girls are asleep, and so is Kimmie,” she lied to Peter. “I didn’t have the heart to wake her. It looks like she fell asleep watching television so I’m going to leave her the way she is,” she added, still clinging to the pair of panties she had picked up from the floor. There was no way she could bring herself to let her husband know what was really going on. He’d explode for sure, she knew.

“I’m on my way back now,” she told him, and hung up the phone.

Resisting the temptation to return upstairs, strong though it was, she let herself out quietly, locking the door behind her. On her way back to the car she realized she still had one of her girls’ pairs of panties in her hand. Shrugging, and with a slight smile on her face, she slipped them into her purse and started the car, backing cautiously out of the driveway, visions of the bathroom scene replaying vividly in her mind.

As she drove back to the party she recalled her first experience with sex as a young girl. She was only seven when her aunt had introduced her to the intimacies of her body while she was staying with her for a week during the summer holidays. She’d always loved her aunt and looked forward to visiting her and nestling herself on her lap as they watched television together. That particular summer had been very hot and she had rarely worn more than her panties around the house, as had her aunt.

She remembered being fascinated by her aunt’s breasts, which were rather large and swung slightly as she walked. They also made great pillows for her head as she relaxed on her aunt’s lap and she would sometimes playfully tweak her nipples to watch them harden and grow in size. This always made her giggle, and also, she noticed, it made her aunt sigh contentedly.

On the day things really started to happen she had pretended to be a baby, and sucked softly on one of her aunt’s nipples, making swallowing noised as she looked up teasingly at her. To her surprise her aunt closed her eyes and pressed the back of the little girl’s head more tightly against her, groaning a little as she did. Seeing that she seemed to be pleasing her aunt, Debbie increased the intensity of her sucking causing her aunt to moan even louder and to caress her niece’s back, sliding her hand slowly up and down.

As she continued to suck, Debbie had brought both of her hands up to her aunt’s breast and squeezed, as if trying to encourage her to actually produce milk, which of course never happened, but it caused her aunt to cry out “oh baby” and to slide her hand down to squeeze Debbie’s thigh. Eventually, as Debbie continued to suck, her aunt’s hand moved up slowly until it was between Debbie’s thighs, and as she spread her legs seemingly automatically, the little girl felt the first tingles of sexual arousal and squirmed on her aunt’s lap, pressing her young mound up against the probing hand. Needing no more encouragement, her aunt proceeded to caress Debbie’s pussy through her panties as her niece sucked even more vigorously on the hard nipple which was now buried deeply in her wide open mouth.

As she drove back to the party Debbie recalled the excitement she had felt as her aunt’s hand eventually slid inside her panties, caressing her swollen cunny lips which were by then quite slippery from her arousal. What followed that day had been an incredible experience for her, and she realized the delights her own daughters must be feeling now as the vision of Kimmy and Samantha, faces buried between the thighs of her little girls, crept back into her mind. The delightful looks of pleasure on their faces were a joy for her to see. And it promised even more excitement for the future.

Recalling how Angie had behaved with her tonight, and her desire to meet Denise and Patty, Debbie’s imagination was now filled with several possible scenarios. As she pulled into the Petersen’s driveway she smiled to herself – a sleepover might prove very interesting. She’d have to suggest the idea to Jasmine.

* * *

Meanwhile, back in the shower, squeals and giggles continued as the girls continued to play, Denise and Patty now down on their knees contentedly licking the two older girls. Even though they were inexperienced, Kimmy and Samantha still enjoyed the feeling of their little tongues flicking away at their clits, their hands squeezing tightly on their butts as the young girls tried to hold the two older ones still.

Kimmy looked over at her younger sister whose eyes were now closed as Denise tried her best to please the older girl. Patty looked up at Kimmy from between her thighs as if to ask if she was doing it right.

“Maybe we should get out of the shower and dry off now,” Kimmy suggested, thinking that it might be a little more comfortable to move into the bedroom, but then, realizing it was getting late she added, “besides, it’s about time you girls went to bed anyway.”

Somewhat reluctantly Patty and Denise pulled themselves from their knees and stood up beside the older girls. “Aww, do we have to?” Denise groaned.

“Yes,” Kimmy replied. “We’ve had a lot of fun but you’d better get to sleep before your parents get home. Otherwise we might not be able to baby-sit you ever again,” she added.

Patty yawned as she turned off the water and reached for a towel. “I gotta pee,” she said. “And this time I know it’s for real,” she added as she started to get out of the shower.

“Why don’t you just pee in the shower?” Samantha suggested to Patty as she winked at her sister. “No need to sit on the toilet, you know.”

Pammy looked at her and giggled. “Really? Do you do that in your shower too?”

“Sure, all the time,” Samantha assured her. “Here, let me help you.” And she stood behind Patty reaching down to spread her plump lips apart saying, “Now pee.” As the others watched, Patty grunted a little and suddenly let go a stream of almost clear liquid with a hiss that splashed down all over the shower floor.

“Hey, it’s spraying all over my feet,” she complained to Samantha. “Now I’ll have to shower all over again.” But the older girl merely grabbed a nearby wash cloth and bent down to wipe Patty’s feet. And then, to the little girl’s surprise, she knelt in front of her and licked her pussy, cleaning up all the leftover pee. As Denise looked on in amazement, and Patty giggled once more, Samantha peered up at her and smiled.

“Mmm, that tasted yummy,” she exclaimed. “Got any more?” And she spread the young girl’s lips again and gave her a final lick. “There, now you are all clean. Let’s get some towels and dry off so you can both get to bed.”

And so it was that the two young girls were soon tucked snuggly into bed, smiling contentedly as Kimmy and Samantha kissed them both goodnight. “Can we play some more big girl games soon?” Denise asked as she pulled the blankets up around her neck.

“Maybe next time we baby-sit for you,” replied Kimmy. “But remember, it’s our little secret, so make sure you don’t let anybody else know, ‘cause we could never play with you again if you do.”

“Mmm,” Patty replied sleepily. “It’s our little secret Denise. Remember that.” And she was out like a light.

Kimmy and Samantha returned to the family room to clean up and make sure everything was neat and tidy again before the Johnsons returned from the party.

“Hey,” Samantha exclaimed, “aren’t we missing a pair of panties? I’m sure both girls left them here on the floor before we went into the kitchen for snacks.”

Puzzled, they searched around the room, but could only find one pair, and Patty’s shorts. Shrugging it off, they settled down to watch television once more, waiting patiently until the Johnsons finally arrived home about half an hour later.

“Everything go okay?” Mrs. Johnson asked, smiling at the girls as her husband handed Kimmy some money.

“Yes, Denise and Patty were great, and went to bed on time,” Kimmy replied. “Samantha came over to keep me company. I hope that’s okay.”

“Oh sure honey, that’s not a problem. I’m glad the kids were good and didn’t give you any trouble. They can be a handful at times,” Mr. Johnson added. “But they seem to like you girls so maybe we can have you over again next time we go out.”

“How was the party?” Kimmy asked.

“It was fun,” Mrs. Johnson replied. “My husband’s new boss and his wife are great, and they have a sweet little daughter who wants so much to meet Denise and Patty, so we’ll probably be having her here for a sleepover sometime soon. Maybe you two would like to come over and help supervise,” she added with a smile on her face.

“Sure, that would be fun,” Kimmy replied. “Let us know when you want us.”

As they showed them out the front door and watched so the girls arrived home safely, Mr. Johnson told his wife how happy he was that they had reliable baby-sitters living right next door.

“Yeah, and such cute ones too,” she teased. “I saw you eyeing them up and down, you letch.”

As she walked up the stairs to their bedroom she smiled to herself, clenching in her hand the pair of panties she’d picked up from the floor earlier that evening. “Introducing young Angie into the mix could prove very interesting,” she thought to herself, feeling a familiar tingle in her pussy.

“Yes indeed. Very interesting.”

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

The Johnsons had arrived at the party a few minutes after the announced start time but found they were the first of the many guests who were expected to attend. Mr. Johnson introduced his wife to his new boss, Doug Petersen, and together they both met Mrs. Petersen, or Jasmine, as she told them to call her, as she warmly shook hands with both of them.

“Doug has told me all about you, Peter,” she gushed, as she led Mr. Johnson, arm in arm, down the wide hallway toward the ‘party room,’ as she called it with a proud smile. Debbie Johnson, in turn, was escorted by Doug, and they followed immediately behind the other two, also arm in arm. Debbie couldn’t help noticing the way Jasmine’s pert behind swished from side to side in her short, flared, pink skirt as they proceeded down the hallway.

She certainly was gorgeous, Debbie thought to herself, as she admired the slim, tall figure and long shapely legs of her hostess. Her matching pink heels were open toed, not too high, but high enough to emphasize the curve of her calves. Debbie now silently chided herself for dressing a little too conservatively, her skirt being no more than a couple of inches above her knees and her white blouse loose enough to hide the fullness of her prominent breasts. On the other hand, Jasmine wore a tight white top cut low enough to reveal a fair portion of her ample cleavage, something Debbie was sure Peter had noticed right away.

They were ushered into the large party room and immediately offered drinks and hors d’oevres from the tray of a scantily dressed maid who suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere. It seemed that the Petersens really went all out when they threw a party. As they clinked glasses, Doug Petersen toasting his new employee, a sweet voice behind them exclaimed, “I can’t sleep, Mommy! Can I stay up with you?”

Debbie looked around and saw a pretty little blonde girl with long, wavy hair flowing down over her short white nightie, gazing shyly up at them. She smiled at her as her mother replied, “No sweetie, this is for grownups, not for little girls. You’ll have to go back to your room and try to fall asleep.”

“Aww,” she pouted, “Do I have to?”

“What is your name, honey?” Debbie asked. “We have two little girls like you at home with our babysitter and they will probably be in bed asleep by now,” she added.

“I’m Angie,” the little girl replied. “And I’m eight, goin’ to be nine soon,” she explained as if to justify being able to stay up late. “An’ it’s Friday so I don’t have to get up early for school tomorrow, so can’t I mommy?” she pleaded. “Can’t I please?”

And before Jasmine could even answer, Angie turned quickly to Debbie and asked, “How old are your girls and what are their names?”

Debbie looked questioningly over to Jasmine, who merely shrugged her shoulders and nodded back at her with a resigned look on her face, which Debbie interpreted to mean it was okay for her to answer her daughter who, it appeared, seemed used to getting her own way more often than not.

“Well, Denise is eight and Patty is six, and like I said, they are probably in bed now too honey,” she added, hoping to do her bit to encourage the little girl to do as her mother had asked. But Angie merely grabbed her hand and pulled her over to a nearby couch and plunked herself down asking, “Tell me about them,” with a pleased look on her face as she noticed her mother had walked away to welcome more guests, and her father seemed wrapped up in conversation with Peter.

Debbie sat down beside her and began telling her a little about Patty and Denise, what they looked like and the kind of things they liked to do. Angie listened attentively for a while, eventually shifting around on the couch and tucking her legs under her, forcing her lacy nightie further up her smooth thighs revealing, to Debbie’s surprise, that the little girl was naked underneath. Trying not to stare, she quickly averted her eyes, and focused back on Angie’s pretty face.

But the little girl had obviously noticed the expression on Debbie’s face and promptly shocked her by asking, with a sly smile, “So do you like my cunny? Mommy says I’m just a sexy little tease. What do you think?”

Debbie gasped at the girl’s forwardness and almost spilled her drink. She was dumfounded, lost for words, and quickly looked around to see if anyone else was close enough to hear, relieved to see that nobody seemed to be paying any attention to them. Angie giggled. “I don’t mind if you look at my cunny, you know,” she added coyly, tugging the hem of her nightie down a little, but at the same time opening her legs wider. “Mommy says I’m an exhib…something or other ‘cause I like it when other people look at me down there. She says I take after her but…” and here she leaned over to whisper in Debbie’s ear, “…she told me to not let daddy catch me or I’d be in big trouble.”

Yes, I imagine you would, Debbie thought to herself, sneaking another look at the little girl’s pussy, noticing the pronounced inner labia peeking at her from between her plump outer lips. She could almost swear she saw tiny drops of moisture clinging to them. Debbie felt a slight tingling in her own cunt at the arousing situation in which she now found herself and at the uninhibited precocity of this pretty young girl.

“Can I come over to your house sometime and meet your girls?” Angie asked, snapping Debbie’s attention back to the possible serious consequences of this intimate little discussion. After all, she didn’t want to see Peter’s new job put in jeopardy. But nobody was even close enough to overhear.

“That would be nice, sweetie, but your parents would have to say it’s okay first. Maybe you could all come over together to visit us sometime soon. I’m sure my girls would love to meet you too.”

Hearing this, Angie immediately jumped up from the couch and ran over toward her mother crying, “Mommy, mommy can we go visit, er, that lady…” she paused as she turned to point back toward Debbie, “…over there sometime soon? I want to play with her little girls. They sound like such fun, and one of them is the same age as me, too.”

Conversation, which had by now risen considerably in the party room as the number of guests had increased, fell to a low murmur as heads suddenly turned, many noticing the Petersen’s daughter for the first time as she rushed across the floor toward her mother. Smiles and, “Oh, isn’t she a darling,” rapidly spread throughout the room, not going unnoticed by Angie who performed a quick twirl in response to all the attention as she reached Jasmine’s side.

Angie flung her arms around Jasmine’s waist staring up at her with that pleading look saying, “Please mommy, can we, can we?”

“Sure honey, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Now, off to bed with you. Go,” she laughed, unclasping her daughter’s hands from her waist. “Say goodnight to our guests and be off with you.”

“Oh thank you mommy. ‘Night everyone,” she cried and ran back over to Debbie who had by now risen from the couch and straightened her skirt. “Mommy says we can come and she’ll talk more about it tomorrow. I can’t hardly wait,” she giggled. And she grabbed Debbie’s hand, tugging at her, whispering, “Come and tuck me in. I’ll show you my room.”

“But…” Debbie started to protest as Angie pulled at her.

“It’s okay. Mommy won’t mind. She tucks me in every night but she’s kinda busy with everyone right now so you can do it. Please?”

Debbie, looking around at everyone, seeing them all engrossed in their conversations again, Peter and Doug chatting and laughing with two or three other men whom she assumed all worked at the company, quietly followed the little girl from the party room, up a series of stairs, and down a hallway to her bedroom.

“This is my very own room,” Angie said proudly, as she pulled Debbie inside. And it certainly was cozy, filled with stuffed animals on top of shelves, colorful children’s books on display, cute pictures hanging on the walls. “And I have my own TV too,” she added, pointing to one corner of the room. “I watch cartoons in bed sometimes in the mornings before I get up, ‘specially on weekends, like tomorrow maybe. I even have my own closet for all my clothes. See?” And Debbie followed Angie to one side of the room where a partially open door revealed a row of colorful clothes hanging inside. “An’ my dresser has even more clothes, and all my nighties and undies too,” she added proudly, smiling at Debbie.

“So you do sometimes wear undies then?” Debbie couldn’t resist asking with a teasing voice.

Angie giggled. “Of course I do, sometimes. But not to sleep in.” She walked over to her bed, pulled down the pink spread and climbed up on her hands and knees, sliding down the covers so she could crawl inside. The little girl’s naked butt almost winked at Debbie as the hem of her nightie slipped above her slim hips, leaving all of her sweet charms on display for the older woman. Looking back at Debbie over her shoulder, Angie shot a knowing smile at her, fully aware that she was being admired again.

“Going to kiss me goodnight?” she asked coyly, wiggling her butt at Debbie. “It’s okay, you know. Mommy does all the time.” And she lowered her head to the bed, sticking up her butt even further.

“What?” Debbie stammered in amazement. “She kisses your butt goodnight?”

“Mmmm,” was the reply, as Angie wiggled once more.

Hesitantly, Debbie approached from behind and, bending over, gave the little girl a peck on one of her cheeks. What a bizarre family, she thought to herself as she started to straighten up again, suddenly frightened that someone would walk in on them.

“Awww, that wasn’t much,” Angie complained, looking back at her again. “Do it again. Mommy even licks me back there,” she added hopefully.

Debbie started to feel that same tingle between her legs that she experienced looking at Angie’s spread thighs in the party room. Oh, what the hell, she said to herself, and bent over again, this time kissing the little girl more firmly and feeling her press her butt back toward her as if begging for more. This time she licked between her cheeks, spreading them gently with her hands, the tip of her tongue teasing her tight little butt hole. Angie moaned in response. Debbie sensed the fragrance of the young girl’s pussy rising toward her and couldn’t resist slipping her tongue down over her prominent inner labia, now protruding even more from between the outer lips of Angie’s pussy. She marveled at the delicious taste and started to probe the soft lips apart. The little girl squealed in delight, a squeal, however, that only served to bring Debbie back to her senses.

“Okay Angie,” she told the young girl as firmly as she could muster, suddenly thinking of her own two girls at home. “Time for you to get into bed. And I should call home to make sure Denise and Patty are asleep too.”

After a groan of resignation, Angie crawled under the sheets and pulled them up to her chin. “You can use my phone if you like,” she told Debbie, pointing over to the table on the other side of her bed.

Debbie thanked her and punched in the number as Angie fluffed out her pillow and made herself more comfortable. Debbie heard the phone at home begin to ring and hoped it wouldn’t wake the girls. Bending over Angie once more, she gave the young girl a soft kiss on her lips and whispered, “Thank you sweetie, sleep tight.” Angie sighed, closed her eyes and was out like a light.

But the phone at home kept on ringing. And ringing. Debbie started to become alarmed that something was wrong. Putting down the phone she quickly shut off the bedroom light and ran downstairs back to the party room. Finding her husband she grabbed his arm, pulling him aside from the group he was chatting with.

“I have to run home and check on the kids,” she said almost frantically. “I just phoned to see how everything was going, but nobody answered. You stay here and I’ll call you from home if there’s a problem. Maybe the babysitter fell asleep too. I hope that’s all it is.”

Peter frowned. “I’m sure it’s okay hon, but call me either way. I’ll see you when you get back,” he smiled reassuringly.

Debbie was home in a flash, parked the car in the driveway and ran up to the front door, letting herself in quickly. All the lights were on in the family room, but there was no sign of Kimmy anywhere – the television was playing to an empty room. Looking around quickly her eyes caught a glimpse of what looked like clothing of some sort on the floor in the middle of the room. Walking over and stooping, she picked up a pair of panties and stared in disbelief. Another pair of panties and what she was sure were Patty’s shorts lay there too.

“Wha…” she thought to herself. “What has been going on here?” Suddenly she heard what sounded like faint screeches and giggling coming from upstairs. Panties in hand she quickly ran up to the second floor and noticed light coming from the master bathroom. She softly crept over to the door, peeked inside and gasped. Both her daughters were standing in the tub. Kimmy and her sister Samantha, both completely naked, were down on their knees, each in front of one of her daughters, apparently licking or kissing – she couldn’t tell which – the young girls between their widely spread legs. Denise and Patty were apparently enjoying themselves immensely, eyes closed, contented smiles on their faces.

Nobody noticed Debbie as she watched in shock, speechless for the second time that evening, but again feeling that powerful tingle starting between her thighs. As she leaned against the doorframe for support, her free hand slid slowly down over her waiting pussy.

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By Jeneee

As Samantha slowly opened her eyes, smiling at Kimmy, she moved one of her hands down to her soaking wet pussy to caress it tenderly.

“Mmm, that felt so good Kimmy,” she told her sister, who bent down and kissed her gently on the lips. Samantha returned the kiss, letting her tongue explore Kimmy’s mouth, tasting her own juices, and eagerly going back for more. She just loved the taste of her own pussy and would often spend long, lingering sessions in bed at night playing with herself and then bringing her fingers up to her mouth to lick before sliding them back down deep inside her creamy cunny for more while her other hand teased her budding young nipples. This would help her build up to eventually experiencing an explosive orgasm, after which she slept through the night like a baby.

Denise and Patty, still holding hands, watched as the older girls continued to kiss in front of them. Denise’s other hand had remained completely buried inside her panties, one finger continuing to probe almost unconsciously between her now very slippery lips, the young girl enjoying the exciting new feelings that seemed to have overtaken her cunny. She’d never felt this way before and was torn between running off to the bathroom to see if she really had to pee, or staying beside Patty to see what the girls would do next. Big girls’ games were beginning to look more and more interesting to her and she didn’t want to miss out on anything, so she decided to stay where she was.

Patty was just as curious but managed to tear her eyes away from Kimmy and Samantha for a moment and that’s when she noticed that Denise’s other hand was pushed way down into the front of her panties, causing the hem of her orange dress to be raised up above her waist.

“What are you doing Denise?” she asked, as she tightened her grip on her sister’s hand. “Why is your hand inside your panties?”

Following the gaze of her little sister, Denise looked down and blushed slightly. “It just feels good Patty,” she tried to explain. “Watching Kimmy and Samantha play like this just sort of makes me want to touch my cunny, and it’s kinda, well, kinda really wet now,” she giggled. Seeing Patty look at her strangely she added, “But I didn’t pee in my panties if that’s what you’re wondering, even though it feels like I really have to go.” And she pulled the waist of her undies forward and looked down at her cunny as if to make sure she was right.

Patty leaned over and peered down to look inside her sisters panties too, and then giggled. “You sure look wet down there. Maybe you peed and you don’t even know it. Maybe you should go to the bathroom anyway, just to make sure. I was watching Kimmy and Sammy play too but I didn’t get wet like that,” she teased, and slid her hand into the waistband of her shorts under her panties to check for sure. “Nope, I’m not wet,” she emphasized, as she felt around inside.

At that moment Kimmy and Samantha, who had been completely absorbed in their own love making, suddenly remembered the girls were watching. Turning around, the first thing Kimmy noticed was that both girls were still standing side by side holding hands, but that each now had their other hand slid down into the front of their panties. Wow, she thought to herself, this couldn’t be working out any better.

“What are you both doing,” she asked, smiling at them.

“Denise’s kitty is wet and she was showing me, so I felt mine to see if it was too,” Pammy replied shyly.

“And is it?” Samantha asked.

“No, I don’t think so,” Patty said as she pulled her hand out to check her fingers. “See,” she continued, cautiously showing them to Kimmy. “My fingers are dry.”

“Well, I think maybe we’d better make sure,” Kimmy smiled. “Is it okay if I take a look?”

Patty glanced over to Denise as if for approval, then nodded and let go of her sister’s hand, tugging down her shorts as Kimmy knelt in front of her, gently lowering the little girl’s cute panties a little to reveal her cunny. As Patty looked down, she watched the older girl reach out her finger and softly slip it between her puffy lips, rubbing them carefully up and down as she spread them slightly apart. Patty giggled at the feeling of someone else touching her there.

“See, I told you. My pee pee isn’t wet, is it?” she managed to say hesitantly.

“Mmm, it doesn’t appear to be. But if I keep doing this to you I bet it soon will be,” she teased, looking up at Patty who was gazing down at her, deep blue eyes now wide open with curiosity. And with one hand Kimmy spread the little girl’s lips even further apart and slipped the index finger of her other hand down toward the tiny, tight opening of her little vagina.

“Oh, that feels funny,” Patty murmured, as she pushed herself forward a little against Kimmy’s probing finger, seeming to enjoy what the older girl was doing to her. Kimmy took this as a signal to keep going so she began to explore the little girl’s smooth cunny even further, moving up periodically to caress her budding little clit.

As her older sister continued to play with the little girl, Samantha meanwhile had moved over in front of Denise and had placed her hand over the one the young girl was still using to explore her wet cunny inside her panties. Samantha pressed a little harder against Denise’s hand, trying to help the girl rub the parts she knew would make her feel even better. Working the little girl’s finger up slightly so that it caressed her clit, she smiled to herself as Denise closed her eyes and jerked forward slightly, a soft moan escaping her lips as Samantha made contact with her hard, shiny little button.

Samantha’s other hand slowly manipulated Denise’s panties down until they were around her ankles and then moved up to cup one of her perfect cheeks, her fingertips slipping gently between them to make contact with her tight butt hole. Denise now began to sway unsteadily a little from the sensations that were starting to wrack her body caused by Samantha’s probing. She had to place her hands on Sammy’s shoulders to steady herself as her cunny seemed to become the new centre of her universe, the only thing that really mattered to her anymore.

Before much longer an even more powerful feeling started to overcome her. She felt as if she were about to burst open, but her mind didn’t seem to care what happened anymore. Silently but desperately she willed Samantha’s fingers to go faster and faster, rocking her pelvis back and forth as if to encourage her new-found friend to take her further and further into this new world of feelings she was beginning to experience.

“Oh please,” she heard herself crying out loud. “Oh please. Oh Sammyyyyy, ohhhh my…ohhhh…”

And she suddenly collapsed on Samantha’s shoulders, unable to stand anymore, her breathing coming in gasps, almost choking her. Strong pulsations like she had never felt before exploded from deep within her cunny which now seemed to pour out her insides all over Samantha’s hand. Oh, what was happening to her? Her young mind just couldn’t understand. All she knew was that she wanted it to go on and on for ever, to never stop. She felt so incredibly wonderful.

At the sound of Denise’s cry, Patty, who was enjoying even more what Kimmy’s fingers were doing to her, turned to her sister in alarm to see what had happened.

“Are you okay Denise?” she asked with a worried look on her pretty face. “What happened? What happened to her Sammy? Is she alright?”

“She’s fine sweetie,” Kimmy assured her. “She’s just had the best feeling she’s ever had in her life – a big girl feeling. She had an orgasm honey,” Kimmy explained, her fingers continuing to caress the little girl’s sweet cunny. “That’s what big girls have when they play with themselves down there – down here,” and she rubbed Patty’s little clit again for emphasis, “or when someone else does it for them, like I’m doing for you. It’s just that Denise has never felt that wonderful before, so it’s all a little new for her.”

“Will I feel like that too?” Patty asked a little nervously, continuing to watch her sister as she slowly recovered, still holding on to Samantha’s shoulders somewhat shakily for support.

“Yes sweetie, eventually you will. Maybe not tonight, but you will some day, probably soon. And I’m sure Denise will tell you how great it felt,” Kimmy replied reassuringly, enjoying the feeling of the little girl’s plump labia as her fingers alternately spread them and gently squeezed their fullness. “And you are getting a little wet in there too you know,” she smiled, feeling the familiar stickiness starting to coat Patty’s lips as she continued her caresses.

“I am? Really?” Patty asked. “Let me feel.” And she moved one of her fingers down beside Kimmy’s, feeling her dampness for the first time. “Wow, I am kinda wet there now, aren’t I,” she giggled. “That feels real nice, what you are doing Kimmy.”

Kimmy smiled and pulled the little girl’s panties down until they rested around her ankles, just like Denise’s. And then to Patty’s surprise, Kimmy leaned forward and kissed her cunny, sliding her tongue slowly up and down, the same way she had done to Samantha earlier.

“That tickles Kimmy,” Patty giggled. “But it feels nice, too,” she added quickly

By now Denise had recovered enough to turn and watch what Kimmy was doing with her little sister and wondered if she too would experience what she had just felt. But judging from Patty’s continuing giggles she didn’t think so. At least, not right now. But she resolved to try the same thing with Patty at some time later on, maybe even tonight after they had gone to bed. She was so very curious to find out for herself just what Patty’s little cunny tasted like and to see what else would happen when they started to experiment with more of these big girl games.

Stepping out of her panties completely, she leaned down toward Samantha and kissed her, slipping her tongue inside her mouth as she had seen Kimmy do earlier. Samantha, taken a bit by surprise at the young girl’s action, responded in kind, enjoying the softness of Denise’s lips as she placed her hand behind the girl’s head and gently pulled her closer. Denise was still a little awkward, she thought to herself, but she sure was learning quickly.

“Thank you for what you just did to me Sammy,” Denise said, as she pulled back a little. “I’ve never felt so good in my life before. I think me and Patty are going to love playing together with you and Kimmy,” she smiled, turning to watch her sister, whose panties, she noticed, had now joined her shorts around her ankles on the carpet. Can we have our snack now?”

Patty, hearing what her sister just asked and remembering how Samantha had started their little games tonight, cried out, “Eat me, eat me,” and giggled hilariously as Kimmy’s tongue continued to explore the little treasure between Patty’s slim thighs. Things were certainly turning out even better than she had anticipated.

“Come on then,” she finally said as she squeezed little Patty’s butt. “Let’s go to the kitchen and find out what your mom has left for a food snack, you little devil. And then it’s bath time,” she winked.

And the four of them slowly made their way from the family room, leaving a pair of shorts and two pairs of little white panties on the floor. Yes, Kimmy thought to herself, tonight was off to a fine start.

Continue on to Chapter 4