The Story Thus Far
Chapter 1: In which Sarah and Frankie peruse some rather risqué entertainment, then get intimately acquainted with a pair of soiled undies. Who says staying at home on weekends is boring?
Chapter 2: In which Kerry comes home, the Panty Fairy pays a visit, Sarah confides in her sister Judy, Kerry catches a whiff of pussy on Mummy’s fingers, and plans are made to let Kerry watch Sarah and Frankie have sex. Goodness me!
Chapter 3: In which Sarah and Kerry’s pussy-smelling game escalates, Sarah has a quick diddle in the school carpark, and Sarah and Frankie put their unorthodox sex education lesson into motion. Oh, and a traumatised teddy bear called Mr. Ruffles.
Chapter 4: In which smelling becomes tasting, and a visit to the bird sanctuary turns into an afternoon of naughty panty-modeling fun with Sarah, Judy and five-year-old Izzy. Bloody hell, now sister and niece are in on the act!
Chapter 5: In which poor Mr Ruffles suffers more teddy abuse, Sarah and Kerry’s kinky game goes one step further, and Judy pops round for coffee with little Izzy. A shared lollipop leads to more sharing. Appalling!
Chapter 6: In which Frankie and Sarah tiptoe into Kerry’s bedroom while she’s asleep, and an innocent picnic for the children turns into an afternoon of amateur taboo photography. Snap snap snap!
Chapter 7: In which Kerry’s teacher asks awkward questions, Sarah and Kerry finger each other in the car, and Kerry picks on Frankie while Sarah watches. Why, I’m all aquiver!
Chapter 8: In which Frankie and Sarah show Kerry the delights of lesbian sex again, this time the hardcore version, and Judy and Sarah hatch a plan to swap daughters for the night. Oh boy, it’s gonna get messy!
by BlueJean
1
If you tell yourself the same lie enough times, you can almost convince yourself it’s true. I’d gotten very good at lying to myself. It’s probably a defense mechanism or something.
Case in point: I was about to pimp my eight-year-old daughter off to my sister for the night. It was wrong, it was disgusting, and I was a serious contender for Worst Mother on Planet Earth.
Solution: Pretend it’s just a fun sleepover with Aunt Judy. Because it is. Kind of. There’ll be all the usual sleepover stuff – movies, chocolate, fizzy pop. And later on, when Marco gets relegated to the spare room and Kerry and Judy retire to my sister’s bed… Well, what you can’t see can’t hurt you, right?
And why was I agreeing to this madness in the first place? Because Frankie and I were getting my five-year-old niece in exchange. We had little Izzy to ourselves for the whole night, and unlike me, my sister had very few reservations when it came to swapping daughters. In fact, I’d come to realise that Judy seriously got off on sharing her little girl. She’d asked for pics, for Christ’s sake. My dear sister wanted to see all the lewd, unspeakable things we were going to do to Izzy. Didn’t bother her a bit.
2
During the short car journey to Judy’s, Kerry sat in the passenger seat demolishing a large bag of Maltesers. She didn’t seem the slightest bit concerned about what might be in store for her that evening.
I reached across and helped myself to a sweet. “Alright?”
Kerry blinked her eyes at me. “Huh?”
“I said, are you alright?”
“Yeah. Why?”
I gave a quick shrug. “No reason. No reason at all. What’re you gonna get up to with Aunt Judy on your sleepover tonight?”
“Dunno,” Kerry said, but I noted a sly little smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Maybe Aunt Judy will put on a movie or something.”
“Yeah. Maybe. Will you and Frankie watch a movie with Izzy?”
“Uh… Yes, I expect so. Definitely.” We travelled in silence for a while until I spoke again. “Listen, if you’re not happy with anything Aunt Judy is asking you to do, you don’t have to do it, you know?”
“Like what?”
“Well… like… if she offers you a muffin but you’re not in the mood for one, it’s okay to tell her you don’t want to eat her muffin. She’ll understand. Okay?”
Kerry gave me a side glance. “Why are you saying weird stuff?”
I pulled into Judy and Marco’s driveway. “It doesn’t matter. Forget I said anything.”
Judy will respect Kerry’s boundaries. She’s a pervert, sure, but she still loves her niece. She’s not going to force herself on your little girl, for Christ’s sake. Stop worrying.
I could have called it off, of course. It would’ve been the sensible thing to do. The sane thing to do. But then again, Frankie was waiting for me to return with our little guest. The daft cow was most likely pacing the lounge, chewing her fingernails in anticipation. I couldn’t let Frankie down. It was all for her benefit, really.
See how easy it is to lie to yourself?
“Mum!”
I nearly jumped out of my skin. “Bloody hell! Don’t scare me like that!”
Kerry was looking at me like I’d gone completely mental. “Omigod, I said your name three times! You just kept staring out the window! We’re at Aunt Judy’s already. We’ve been here for, like, five minutes. I dunno, maybe we should knock on the door or something?”
“Alright, sassy pants, keep your hair on. Don’t forget your overnight bag.”
Clambering into the back seat, Kerry took up her bag, exited the car and set off for the front door, giving me a baffled look over her shoulder. I poked my tongue out at her.
3
Marco answered the door with the untroubled comportment of a golden retriever. “Hey, look who it is,” he said, then ushered us into the lounge where Judy sat on the couch with Izzy nestled in her lap. My sister had let her hair loose. She seemed flushed; restless. The look she gave me was the same one I’d grown up with – the twinkling eyes, the merest hint of a smile threatening one corner of her mouth. I’m going to do something wicked, it said. I just can’t help myself.
“I hear you’ve been banished to the guest room tonight, Marco,” I said with a breezy smile, trying to project an air of normality.
“Oh, you don’t need to feel sorry for him,” Judy told me. “My snoring usually drives him in there anyway.”
Marco offered a good-natured shrug. I think my sister’s husband must be the most unruffled man on the planet. Funny, I thought Italians were supposed to be all fiery and emotional.
“Pfff, I know how it goes with you girls,” he crooned. “The cheesecake, the toenail painting, the Nightlight movie with the moody girl and the vampire boy.”
“Um… do you mean Twilight?” I ventured.
“Yeah, that one. So bad. And they just kept making more! Sheesh.”
Judy playfully shooed her hubby away with the wave of a hand. “Off you go, then. Kerry and I might let you back in later to watch a movie with us.”
Once Marco had sauntered off to whatever passed for his version of a man-cave (I imagine Michael Bublé albums, leisure-wear catalogues, a signed hardback copy of Eamon Holmes’ autobiography… then my mind shuts down to protect itself), Judy trailed a less than motherly kiss down the nape of Izzy’s neck before slipping the cutie off her knee. “Be good for Aunty Sarah and Aunt Frankie.”
“Did you pack my bag, Mummy?” Izzy asked.
“You’re only going for one night, silly. Take your toothbrush, though. And some toys, if you like.”
“I’ll take Twister to play with Frankie!”
I scooped up my niece, brushing my nose against hers. “We’re going to have lots of fun,” I told her. “Aunt Frankie was so excited about you coming to visit she nearly peed herself!”
Izzy found that hysterical. Judy sidled up to me, wrapping her arms around Kerry’s shoulders. “Remember – lots of pictures, okay?” she murmured. Her breath was warm against my ear. “Real dirty ones, too. I mean it.”
“God, you’re awful,” I told her. “I can’t believe I’m related to you.”
We drifted together in a lewd kiss, which Izzy found highly amusing, and Kerry, mildly intriguing. “Don’t break my daughter, please,” I said when our tongues had parted.
Five minutes later, I was heading back home to Frankie with my yummy niece in the passenger seat.
4
When I slotted the key into the front door and pushed it open, the house was unusually quiet. Normally on a Friday night, it would be a hive of activity, especially since Kerry started spending the weekends at home again. I’d expected to hear music playing, at least.
“Oh, Fran-keee!” I cooed, a hand cupped to my mouth. “Where are you?”
Izzy beamed up at me in delight, then put a hand to her mouth in mimicry. “Fraaan-keeee! Where aaaare yooooo?”
“Let’s go find that naughty Frankie,” I said, and Izzy raced ahead to begin the search.
Of course, it wasn’t long before we found her, stretched out on our bed, phone in hand. As we entered the bedroom, she discreetly withdrew the other hand from inside her unbuttoned jeans, face betraying the familiar flush of intense arousal.
Izzy registered none of this, just climbed on top of Frankie with a giggle. Frankie cupped my niece’s pert bottom through her skirt, nuzzling her neck. “Why, hello, Izzy Wizzy,” she cooed.
Perching on the end of the bed, I plucked Frankie’s phone from her grasp, giving her a wry look when it became apparent what she’d been watching. Kiddie porn. Pictures of little girls with their panties stretched round their knees.
“Izzy, go and have a look through our DVD collection and pick something for us to watch,” I told my niece. “We’ll come join you in a minute.” Izzy ran off in the direction of the lounge.
“Oi, I was about to come!” Frankie protested, reaching out for her phone.
“Yes, I’d noticed. But you’re not allowed to yet.”
Frankie looked shocked at the very suggestion. “I – I’m not?”
I shook my head slowly. “Seeing as you edged me for a near-eternity with the strap-on last week, you get the same treatment tonight. Except this time, Izzy’s the strap-on.”
“I want her so bad, Sarah. I’m fucking soaked just thinking about it.”
“I know. But we’re going to take our time with my sexy little niece. We have all night. Let’s make the most of it.”
5
Izzy picked My Neighbour Totoro to watch. She sat between me and Frankie on the couch, a big bucket of popcorn in her lap. Frankie alternated between helping herself to handfuls of the buttery snack and stroking Izzy’s thighs underneath her skirt, straddling the line between innocent affection and something of a more sexual nature. Every now and then she and I would drift together over Izzy’s head to share a deep lust-fuelled kiss. Izzy either didn’t notice or was too engrossed in the movie to care.
When the movie was done, and little Mei had found her way back to her older sister with some help from Totoro and the Catbus, Izzy turned to Frankie with a very serious expression.
“Frankie, I bringed Twister. Would you like to play it with me?”
“Fuck yes!” Frankie blurted, and I slapped her on the arm with a breathless laugh.
I ushered a lock of my niece’s dark, lush hair back behind an ear. “What Frankie means to say is: Yes, she’d love to play Twister with you, Izzy.”
Izzy nodded her approval. “Do you want to play it with us, too, Aunty Sarah?”
“Mmm… I’ll just watch you and Frankie have fun, I think. We’ll need a referee to work the spinner anyway.”
It wasn’t long before Izzy had the Twister mat unfolded on the floor, and after a few spins she and Frankie were contorted into increasingly awkward positions. No surprise that Frankie was doing everything she could to peek up my niece’s skirt and press herself up against Izzy at every opportunity.
During one particularly complex manoeuvre, Frankie had to spread each foot on the outer edges of the mat. Izzy was in a crab-like position beneath her, giggling away happily.
“Hey, this isn’t fair!” Frankie groused. “I can’t spread my legs properly in these tight jeans.”
“So take them off,” I suggested.
Frankie peered back at me with a sly smile. “I could do, couldn’t I? That wouldn’t be against the rules, would it, Izzy?”
Izzy gave the matter serious consideration. “No, I think you’re allowed to do that. Does that mean I have to take my skirt off?”
Frankie’s eyes lit up. “Yes. Yes, I think it does. I’m a little hazy on the rules of Twister, but I think that was definitely one of them. Right, Sarah?”
“Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure if one player removes an item of clothing, the others have to do the same. So everyone’s on an even footing, as it were.”
“Okay,” Izzy conceded, “but we have to remember our places, so we can do them again.”
“Don’t worry, I’m keeping track,” I assured her.
Frankie stepped off the mat and unbuttoned her jeans, pushing them down her legs while she watched Izzy slip out of her skirt. I remembered my sister’s request, and knew this was where the pictures should commence.
“What’re you doing, Aunty Sarah?” Izzy asked when I pulled my phone out and clicked a shot of her and Frankie in their knickers. I sent it to Judy with the caption: Frankie and Izzy prefer to play Twister in their undies!
“Just taking a couple of pics for your mum, sweetie. She wants to see all the fun we’re having.”
Now unhindered, Frankie assumed her position again, legs spread wide over Izzy. Her eyes immediately fixed on the five-year-old’s pink Hello Kitty panties.
You picked those knickers out specially with us in mind, didn’t you, Judy? I thought. You devious, calculating pervert. I wouldn’t expect anything less of you.
My phone pinged, and a new message popped up.
DIRTY ones, I said! I can look at pictures like that in the underwear section of a mail order catalogue.
Ooh, feisty. Someone’s not taking any shit tonight. I messaged her back.
Patience, sister. They’re going to get dirtier. Much dirtier.
They’d better!
Such a brat. I fired a text back.
How’s Kerry?
Oh, she’s just peachy. We’re in the lounge watching Wonder Woman with Marco at the moment. Kerry and I are on the couch with a blanket over us. I have a hand down her panties. Is that okay?
Yes, it’s okay, as long as Kerry’s fine with it.
She’s squirming around, and she keeps looking up at me and smiling, so I guess she’s okay with it.
Good. Just don’t get caught!
Don’t worry. When the movie’s finished, I’m taking her to bed. Then I’ll send you some pics you’ll NEVER forget!
Did I want to see pictures of Kerry and my sister going at it? Maybe. If nothing else, it was a good way to check up on them, to make sure Judy wasn’t taking things too far. Of course, my idea of what constituted “too far” had become quite blurry of late.
“Um, Sarah?” It was Frankie, still spreadeagled over Izzy.
“Mmm?”
“Can you spin the dial again, please? Much as I enjoy the view, I don’t think I can keep this position much longer.”
“Frankie? Why’s your knickers all wet?” asked Izzy, and it was a perfectly reasonable question.
Looking closer, I could see Frankie’s panties were soaked through, the wet patch on her crotch spreading ever wider. “I told you Frankie pees herself when she gets excited,” I said to my niece with a grin.
Izzy offered Frankie a sympathetic look. “Do you want to go put on clean ones?”
“Nah,” Frankie told the five-year-old. “I’ll only pee the fresh pair, too. Besides, I like wearing messy knickers. Makes me feel all tingly.”
“You’re dirty, Frankie!” Izzy declared with a giggle.
The game of Twister continued.
When Frankie and Izzy ended up in an awkward variation of sixty-nine, Frankie splayed out on the mat while Izzy crouched over her, I knew it was worthy of another pic. Frankie was discreet as she was able when she brought her face to my niece’s knickers and breathed in the scent of little girl.
I attached another message to the photo and clicked send.
Frankie has a sneaky little sniff. Naughty, isn’t she?
It’d be naughtier if she pulled those sexy undies to one side and had a little taste.
Nuh-uh. We’re not quite there yet, my twisted sister.
As the game continued, Frankie ended up in a crab pose with Izzy’s face perilously close to her sodden crotch.
Izzy screwed her face up with a smirk. “You smell funny, Frankie.”
Frankie’s knickers were now more liquid than fabric. She lifted a hand from the mat and stroked herself between the legs, no longer able to exercise restraint.
“You took your hand away, Frankie!” Izzy cried triumphantly. “That’s cheating, so I win!”
“I’m afraid Izzy is correct, Francesca,” I cooed. “It is indeed cheating. That’s not what we agreed on, was it? I said we were going to take things slowly.”
My lover stared at me with pleading eyes. “I wanna come so bad, though.”
“I know, darling, but we’ve got all night. Take your hand away from your cunt now, there’s a good girl.”
Frankie complied with a pout. She brushed her wet fingers across Izzy’s lips before I could tell her no, then got to her feet.
Izzy climbed into my lap and I nuzzled her face, my hands cupping her bottom. Frankie knelt next to us and peppered Izzy’s neck with her own kisses, fingers brushing back and forth along the little girl’s bare arm.
“How about we all go upstairs for a nice bath?” I suggested. “Playing Twister looks like it got you both all hot and sweaty.”
“I already had a shower with Mummy,” Izzy said. ”She washed me all over.”
“That’s okay,” Frankie told her. “I had a shower earlier too, but we’re allowed to have another. And it’s lots more fun to have a bath together. We get to wash each other!”
Izzy seemed to be mulling it over. She looked from me to Frankie, eyes narrowed into lines of mock suspicion, the hint of a smirk creating dimples at the corners of her mouth. She was a smart kid, and was no doubt coming round to the idea that some ladies wanted things from little girls that weren’t entirely innocent. We’d already shown her some of the sexy games big girls liked to play, and I knew Judy had been having her own fun with her five-year-old when Daddy wasn’t around.
I rubbed my niece’s belly through her My Little Pony t-shirt, giving her a winning smile. “What do you think, Izzy? Does a bath with your two favourite aunties sound nice? Hmm?”
Mind made up – or played like a fiddle, if you’re of a cynical nature – Izzy bobbed her head up and down. Frankie and I shared a look, as if convincing a five-year-old to get naked in the tub for our pleasure somehow made us especially clever instead of devious and manipulative.
6
Up in the bathroom, we had Izzy right where we wanted her, naked in the tub while Frankie and me, now reduced to our knickers, sat on the rim and gleefully soaped her up, running our hands all over her babyish body. Now we had a perfect excuse to touch her, and we were going to exploit the opportunity for all it was worth.
I snapped another pic for Judy, then attached a message.
Bath time! What could be more innocent?
Make sure you give my little girl special attention between her legs…
Frankie didn’t need telling, though. Her soapy fingers were already engaged between Izzy’s thighs, gliding through the little girl’s delectable vagina.
I had Izzy stand up in the bath, on the premise that we needed to get her soaped up one last time before rinsing. Of course, it was really just an excuse for another picture and text.
Frankie just can’t help herself!
Tell Frankie to put a finger in her pussy. Trust me, it’ll go right in.
Yeah, I bet it will, I thought. I’d no doubt my sister had been a busy little bee these past few weeks.
“Finger fuck her,” I whispered in Frankie’s ear, not wanting to give the game away too soon. “Judy says you can. But just one finger, okay?”
I was quick to take another shot of Frankie sliding a finger in and out of my five-year-old niece’s tight little hole.
Is this what you mean, Judy? We don’t know much about that kind of thing, so I hope we did it right.
That’s more like it. Stick a finger in her bum, too. Taking Kerry to bed now. Have fun with my baby girl.
“Why you doin’ that, Frankie?” Izzy asked as she watched my girlfriend finger her, but judging from the little smile she wore, I think she had some inkling what we were up to.
On Judy’s advice, I cupped my niece’s pert little bottom, then slipped a soapy finger into her arse.
“We’re just washing you properly,” I told my niece. “Getting to all those nooks and crannies so you’ll be as clean as a whistle.”
Frankie let a hand wander down to give herself a quick stroke through her soaked knickers. “I think it’s about time we got these panties off and joined Izzy, don’t you?” she said to me.
I gave her a nod, and we both slipped our knickers down our legs and away. We leaned in for a nasty tongue kiss, the kind of kiss that speaks more of pure lust than affection.
There wasn’t exactly ample space for three in the tub (two and a half, really), but we managed. I sat behind Izzy, her bottom pressed snugly against my mons, while Frankie perched on the corner, her feet in the water. She soaped her tits up, then guided Izzy’s hands to them.
“Wash my boobs, Izzy.”
Izzy let her hands glide over the swell of Frankie’s breasts.
“A little harder. You won’t break me.”
I sent another pic; another caption.
What part of Frankie should we have Izzy wash next, I wonder…?
No reply from Judy this time. A picture instead. My sister’s hand pulling down Kerry’s pyjama bottoms and knickers, my daughter spreading her bum cheeks open to expose her arsehole.
I felt a surge of lust ripple through me, and nearly dropped my phone into the water, managing to juggle it back into my hand at the last second. Kneeling in the bath behind Izzy, I found myself rubbing my pussy against her bare, soapy back. “It’s time to wash Frankie between her legs now, Izzy,” I said. “Just like she did to you.”
Frankie’s eyes glazed over for a moment, and she quickly lathered up her pussy. When she was done, she spread her legs wide, one foot on the side of the bath. Izzy could only stare in wonder. Frankie took one of the little girl’s hands and brought it to the epicenter of her throbbing sex.
“Come on, Izzy Wizzy. Give my cunt a real good wash.”
Izzy moved her fingers around clumsily. She smiled up at Frankie. “Like this?”
“Yeah, that’s it. Put one of your fingers inside. Let me help you find the opening. Right… there. Oooh, f-fuck, that’s nice… Push it in, cutie. Mmmm, just like that. Now put two fingers in. Clever girl! Move them in and out. A little f-faster… Fuck yes!”
I managed to snap another pic while I ground my pussy on Izzy, a shot of my niece’s fingers jammed inside Frankie’s cunt. I clicked send, and soon received another dirty photo from Judy. She and Kerry were now completely naked. My sister was leaning back against the headboard, Kerry sitting spreadeagled between her open thighs. Judy’s hand was preserving my daughter’s modesty, though I seriously doubted that was her intention.
When I turned my attention back to Frankie, I could see she’d persuaded Izzy to penetrate her with another finger. And another. A little thumb soon slipped in alongside the other fingers, then Izzy’s hand was buried inside my girlfriend’s cunt.
“Look, Aunty Sarah!” the five-year-old cried.
“Wow, you’re so clever, Izzy!” I told her. “You got your whole hand in there!” I think it’s important to encourage children when they do a good job.
Frankie looked down at my soapy niece with an almost predatory gleam in her eyes. Taking hold of Izzy’s wrist, she began fucking herself. “Omigod… always wanted to be fisted by a little girl. Fuck, I’m g-gonna come so hard…”
I had to capture this for Judy, but decided to send her a thirty second video clip instead of a pic. I knew my sister would get off in a big way when she heard the wet sounds Izzy’s fist was making as it pounded into Frankie, not to mention the way my girlfriend was talking dirty to her five-year-old.
“Fuck me, Izzy! Fist-fuck Aunt Frankie’s cunt! Oh, shit… gonna come all over that sweet little hand.”
“Um, are we still washing?” Izzy asked.
“Yeah,” I told the five-year-old as I slipped a hand into the water to fondle her slit. “We’re still washing.”
Frankie clamped a hand around Izzy’s wrist and held her fast while she rode out what looked like a real wall-shaker of a climax. “F-fucking hell… Fuck-ing hell!”
A message from Judy popped up on my screen.
What’s my daughter’s hand doing inside your girlfriend’s vagina? Filthy! That settles it – I’m going to lick Kerry’s pussy now. It’s only fair.
I felt a brief pang of jealousy. It should’ve been me going down on Kerry, me showing her all the ways girls and women can make love.
You had plenty of chances, I admonished myself. But you were too busy setting those silly imaginary boundaries. I mean, did you really think rubbing your pussy on Kerry’s face was okay just because you kept your knickers on? That fingering her in the car was just harmless foreplay?
I thrust my envious stirrings aside as I dipped Izzy’s hand in the water to wash away Frankie’s mess, then set about lifting her out of the bath to dry her off.
Judging by the wild gleam in her eyes, Frankie wasn’t quite done for the night. And me? Well, I found myself wondering if it was possible to bring a five-year-old to orgasm.
We led the naked little girl into our bedroom.
7
While Izzy and I nuzzled one another on the bed, my niece straddling me like little Mei had straddled Totoro, Frankie dug around in the bottom of the wardrobe for something or other. We hadn’t bothered getting dressed, of course, so I had no idea what she was up to.
“What’re you doing?” I finally asked her.
“Just a minute. Ah, here we are.” She pulled out her black leather thigh boots and climbed into them, zipping them up at the back.
“And… you’re wearing those to bed?” I ventured.
Frankie ignored me. She climbed on the bed, sat back against the headboard, and spread her leather-clad legs just about as wide as they’d go. Her pussy glistened with moisture. “Izzy?”
Izzy stared openly as Frankie brazenly displayed herself. “Hmm?”
“Do you remember that day a while back when Mummy showed you how to lick my pussy?”
Izzy nodded. “It tasted nice, ‘cause you made my lolly go inside.”
“Will you do it to me again? You did an amazing job last time.”
My niece peered back at me with a shy smile. I gave her a nod of encouragement. “Go on, poppet. You’ll make Frankie really happy.” Acting on impulse, I gave her an added incentive. “Tell you what – if you lick Frankie’s, I’ll lick yours at the same time. How’s that?”
Izzy’s smile widened. “Okay, Aunty Sarah. But you have to do it for longer, ’cause last time you stopped too quick.”
That was music to my ears. The last time I’d gone down on my niece was the day my sister popped round. We’d taken Izzy upstairs, and Judy had encouraged me and Frankie to touch and lick her little girl while she watched and masturbated, finally giving in to the temptation of tasting Izzy herself. I’d been aching for another taste of that sweet little pussy ever since.
“Don’t worry, I’ll keep licking you as long as you do the same to Frankie,” I assured the child, and that was all it took to convince her.
She crawled between two pillars of black leather and put her mouth on Frankie’s hot, throbbing sex as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Frankie’s eyes nearly rolled in their sockets. Cradling Izzy’s head, she began to gently roll her hips. “Yeah, fuckin’ lick me, little girl!”
I was so enraptured by the filthy scene taking place before me that I nearly forgot my own task, at least until Izzy looked back at me with a cute pout, her mouth already coated with Frankie’s juices. “Come on, Aunty Sarah. You’re s’posed to lick me, too.”
I didn’t need telling twice. With my niece’s bottom jutting up in the air, I spread her cheeks apart and got to it, lashing my tongue through those exquisite lips.
I could hear Frankie muttering obscenities. “Fuck, yeah, that’s so good. You like my pussy cream d-dribbling into your mouth, Izzy Wizzy? Mmm? What a good girl, eating Aunt Frankie’s cunt like that. Ohhhh!”
Briefly withdrawing my tongue from Izzy’s smooth slit, I quickly scrambled for my phone to take a nice shot of my niece pleasuring Frankie. My girlfriend’s cunt was oozing rich, creamy nectar, soaking into the sheets below.. I clicked SEND, then got back to work on Izzy before she had cause to complain.
I spread the child’s cheeks even wider to get at her arsehole, bathing the wrinkled treat with my tongue.
Izzy peered back at me. “You have to lick both at the same time, Aunty Sarah. The way Mummy does. Like you’re eating an ice cream.”
Well, you have been busy, big sister, I thought. I followed Izzy’s instructions to the letter, drawing my tongue all the way from her pussy to her arse and then back down again. I paused long enough to take a deep breath, taking in the scent of little girl – subtle but oh, so intoxicating.
I peered across the child’s bare back to watch Frankie thrust her hips up and down, grinding her cunt into Izzy’s face. “Keep tongue-fucking her, Sarah,” she told me. “See how she likes to eat pussy? Look at that pretty mouth, just dripping with cunt. I bet Mummy would love to give her a nice kiss right now.”
My phone pinged. It was my sister sending another pic. Judy and Kerry were tribbing while they sat opposite one another. There was an accompanying message.
Omigod, I LOVE the kinky boots. I am so borrowing those. Frankie better come in Izzy’s face. I need to see that!
I didn’t bother replying. Too busy feasting on my niece.
Frankie suddenly got up onto her knees. “Turn her over, Sarah. I wanna try doing her a different way.”
“Lay down, poppet,” I told the youngster, gently easing her back onto the bed. “Frankie’s got something special planned for you.”
Frankie squatted over the little girl reverse-style, splaying herself open with her fingers. She sunk down and began rubbing her cunt in Izzy’s face, hips rocking back and forth. Getting the idea right away, Izzy poked her tongue out, letting Frankie do most of the work.
“Lick her pussy some more, Sarah,” Frankie panted. “I’m gonna come on her face.”
“Go easy on her, Frankie,” I cautioned. “Slow and gentle, okay? She’s not one of your dildos.”
“H-hey, I can be a nice girl. Just wanna rub my c-clit on her nose; feel that little tongue go inside me. Fuuuck…”
After snapping a few more shots of Frankie riding Izzy’s mouth, it was time to see if I could make my young niece come. I worked a finger into her tight pussy while flicking her clit with lightning-fast swipes of the tongue.
After several minutes of intense exertion, Frankie put her arms behind her head and let her climax come freely, hips twitching as she oozed warm, creamy ambrosia over Izzy’s tongue and mouth, leather boots creaking with the effort of it. “Yes!” she squealed. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” She fell back against the headboard with a satisfied groan and began idly spreading her copious juices around her pussy and inner thighs while she watched me lick my niece.
“Rub my belly, too, Aunty Sarah,” Izzy murmured, so I did, nursing on her tiny clit at the same time. She began squirming beneath me, her mouth still wet from Frankie’s spend. When she began making little mewing noises, her hands clutching at my hair, I knew I’d brought my niece to some approximation of an orgasm.
“Oooh!” Frankie cooed. “Izzy did a big girl come!”
I blew on my niece’s belly, drawing a giggle from her, then peppered kisses up her body. “Was that good?” I asked when my lips had reached her mouth.
Izzy bobbed her head up and down.
“I think it’s Aunty Sarah’s turn now. Will you give me a nice lick, too?”
Izzy’s eyes gleamed with mischief. She gave me an impish smile, then shook her head.
I gave her a pout. “Awww, no fair! Just a little lick? A teensy weensy one?” I pinched two fingers together to emphasise the point. “Then you can tell Mummy what a big girl you were, making both aunties feel good!”
“Only if you give me all the lollies in the lolly jar.”
I opened my mouth in pretend outrage. “All the lollies?! Uh-uh. How about two lollies?”
“Three lollies!”
“Take the deal, Sarah,” Frankie advised. “We can rebuild.”
Christ, I needed to come so bad. “Very well, Isobel Sophia Benedetti,” I agreed. “Three lollipops it is.” I gently coaxed Izzy from the bed until she stood beneath me, then pressed her face to my pussy. “Lick it, sweetie,” I implored, rolling my hips back and forth. “Be a good girl and lick Aunty Sarah’s slutty pussy.”
I was rewarded with a little tongue flicking across my clit. I cradled Izzy’s head and ground myself into her.
Frankie was watching us intently from the bed. She’d gotten hold of Izzy’s panties and was now stuffing them into her cunt while she attacked her clit. “You dirty bitch, Sarah.”
“T-takes one to know one,” I muttered, then quickly came on Izzy’s face. “Oh! Oh, God…”
When I’d released her, Izzy wiped her mouth with the back of a hand before slumping onto the bed with a yawn.
Having spent a few moments to recover, I snatched up my phone and took one final pic of a sleepy, very messy niece, then sent it to Judy.
“Okay, sweetheart?” I asked the child soothingly, stroking her hair.
“Mmm, I like that game,” Izzy said with a smile. “Is it bedtime, Aunty Sarah? I’m sleepy.”
“If you like,” I told her. Another message came through from my sister. “Wait just a second, and I’ll tuck you in.”
My God, what did you do to my baby girl? I am SO turned on right now. I’m going to ask Kerry to eat my pussy so I can come.
I hope the pics were dirty enough for you, big sister. We should probably get Izzy cleaned up now.
The next text arrived quickly.
No, don’t. Do something for me first.
Yes?
Clean Izzy up with her panties and put them back on her. I want to smell you and Frankie on my little girl tomorrow when I pick her up. Okay?
I was about to message her back to tell her how depraved she was, then realised I didn’t have much standing to make that argument. I settled for something simpler.
Whatever works for you. We’re all very tired now. Nighty-night. Kisses.
Izzy was adamant in flat-out refusing to put her Hello Kitty panties back on after they’d soaked up Frankie’s mess, and I couldn’t blame her. We hung them on the end of the bed to dry and told her she could wear them tomorrow. She seemed satisfied with that.
We slept naked that night, Izzy cozily wedged between me and Frankie. At some point, I woke to the sight of Frankie kneeling on the floor, gently lapping at my niece’s puffy slit while the child dozed on.
“Do you plan on doing that all night?” I asked my lover.
She came up for air long enough to tell me, “Yeah, I think so. Maybe just another hour or two.”
I shook my head in wonder. “Well, bon appetit,” I told her, then drifted back to sleep.
On to Chapter Ten!
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