Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2022 20:37:53 +0000
From: franzvonbayros@protonmail.com
Subject: Sleepover Chaperone

Clarissa was an old friend, with occasional benefits, from my corporate
days, who was now raising her daughter in a secluded eco-village in a
small island state I won't name. I'd moved into the community half a year
earlier, and had gotten thick as thieves with her daughter, Billy, and
the other kids around her age, all half dozen of them from nine to eleven
or so. Billy's bestie was an impish pixie named Sadie, who was given to
wearing rainbow everything which at her age could have meant she was
coming out (or trying out) as queer, or just that she liked rainbows. In
the tropical climate the "everything" Sadie and most kids wore ranged
from a tutu, legwarmers and maybe a sparkly sweater on cool days to
somewhere between a swimsuit and a birthday suit on warm ones.

I had quickly sussed out the ultra-liberal nature of the place, where
clothes were very much optional, public displays by adults and teens were
commonplace, and kids as young as seven or eight raised no eyebrows when
they formed short-lived "couples" (or even the occasional menage a
trois). Such arrangements often began with a play "wedding" at the
younger end, followed by much hand-holding, chaste pecks on the lips in
company, and not infrequently conspiratorial whispering and trips to
secluded spots from which the pairs or trios of children often returned
flushed and disheveled.

So I was hardly shocked when Clarissa let me know, by way of explanation
when her daughter and Sadie rejoined us on the beach one day from such an
excursion into the woods, that the two besties had recently declared
themselves a couple and were "in the week-long honeymoon phase" before
such puppy-love affairs usually petered out and reverted to the standard
palling around. In Billy and Sadie's case, however, things were not so
short-lived. They were certainly volatile, though without the intense
angst that accompanies volatility in teenage romances.

After nearly a month as girlfriends, both, it seems, developed a
wandering eye, which fell on one and the same boy, an admittedly adorable
ten-year-old with Pan-like curls and a silvery laugh. They managed pretty
easily to sort out the situation by dragging this boy off to whatever
secret love-nest they had established, and even had him for a sleepover
at Clarissa's. I was recruited to help "chaperone," as, according to
Clarissa, the "threesome" was bound to need some supervision. I wondered
about her choice of words. Billy was certainly not innocent of the
knowledge of such formations, in the adult sense: her mother and I had
engaged in two since I'd been here, and Billy had been rather enamored of
the woman who joined us, even being so bold as to barge into the master
bedroom in the morning and wedge her elfin, baggy-teeshirt-clad self
between her mom and her female guest, with whom she played a game of
footsie that ended in a tickle fight. All innocent enough, but the girl
clearly understood that the three of us had been having "grownup
playtime," and it was fairly clear that she and Sadie planned to imitate
something like this arrangement with Wilf, their new playmate, at the
much-anticipated sleepover.

When I arrived, it seemed there would be precious little chaperoning
going on, Clarissa being content to split a bottle of rose on the patio
while the trio of rogues ran wild in and out of the house. All were
barefoot and soon stripped to briefs and bikini bottoms when the hose
came out. They made a mess of one corner of the garden Clarissa reserved
as "the piggy pit," churning the soil into mud with the hose and cackling
as they squelched their toes in it and painted each other's faces and
chests with the reddish ochre. It fell to me to hose them off, by which
time the sun was going down and they insisted they needed a warm shower
to get "really" clean. So the three goose-pimpled imps scampered off to
the master bath, shedding what was left of their clothes as they went.

"They're going to clean me out of solar hot water, is what they're going
to 'clean,'" Clarissa said. "Ten minutes, kids," she called after the
last pair of tan little butt cheeks receding into the shadows of the
house.

"Okay mom!" Billy called back. It was more like twenty minutes before
Clarissa asked me to go drive them out of the master bath.

"Tell 'em I still need to get you clean," she smirked. Off I went. The
bathroom door was ajar, but I knocked out of courtesy. A chorus of
giggles greeted the knock.

"Time to come out!" I called. "Clarissa and I want some hot water left
for us!" After some hemming and hawing the three trooped out wrapped in
towels.

"Are you and Clarissa gonna shower together too?" Sadie asked with a
twinkle in her eye.

"We'll have to with all the hot water you used up!"

"Well there are three of us; we had to all get each other clean," she
drawled, to more giggles from the others.

"Is my mom gonna get you real clean?" Billy asked.

"Um, I hope so!" I said gamely.

"They got me real clean--all over," Wilf said.

"We're actually not even done with you," Billy said.

"But, the grownups need their hot water, so we're gonna hafta finish
cleaning you up kitty-style I guess. C'mon, Sadie, let's go finish him up
in my room!" And with that they were off.

"Hang your towels up!" Clarissa said, passing them on her way out to join
me at the shower. "You got them out of there. I'm impressed."

"Well, they hemmed and hawed some. Said they weren't done cleaning Wilf
'all over' and were going to finish him up 'kitty-style!'"

"Sounds like fun; were you jealous?"

"I... Didn't know what to think, honestly."

"Well no worries, you'll get clean too. C'mere." She pulled me toward the
shower, undoing my belt as we went. I got very clean.

***

"What do you suppose those kittens are up to?" she asked, rinsing the
scented suds from my now semi-erect cock.

"I dunno." I said lamely. "Maybe we should check on them?"

"Don't you think I'd better get you kitty-clean first?" she dropped to
her knees on the tile and gave my cock a mock-shy kitty-lick, making big
eyes at me.

"Oh, you're so bad!" I husked.

"You know you like it. Too bad I don't have my bestie here to help me.
But I'm a big girl so I can handle you all by myself." And she engulfed
my cock in her mouth. After bobbing for a minute she backed off. "You
know, maybe you're right. Better check on them."

"Evil tease."

"I won't go anywhere."

Outside the kids' door I stopped and listened. Through the giggles and
yelps that had led me to them down the hall, I could now hear distinctly
heavy breathing, and here and there what sounded like the high-pitched,
nine- or ten-year-old version of a moan.

"Okay Wilf, keep going," I heard Billy say, clearly in command. "I'm
gonna get behind her now and do something else she likes."

"Oooh, I have a boy kitty cleaning my clitty and a girl kitty cleaning my
butt!" That was Sadie's voice. These kids were definitely bold
explorers... "Mmmm purr, that's so nice kitties," Sadie said.

"Mmmmffff. Meowww!" Slurp slurp, went Billy and Wilf.

I crept back downstairs and waited till my raging hardon subsided, then
rejoined Clarissa in the shower. I managed to tell her what I'd overheard
in general terms, and asked lamely if "this warrants a chaperone
intervention."

She shook her head. "Let them explore. We're here to help them navigate
anything if they get in over their heads. Social-emotional learning
requires that we let them take some risks. Now as long as they're getting
along so well on their own, let me finish what I started!" And down she
went.

I was getting close to the edge, throwing caution to the winds and
letting my imagination wander upstairs to where the kids were playing
clearly unspeakable games, when a knock came at the bathroom door.

"Mom, can I come in and get my toothbrush?"

Clarissa suppressed a laugh, backing off my cock.

"What's she need that for?" I mouthed.

"Not for her teeth," Clarissa said under her breath. "Come on in babe,"
she called. "And make sure it's clean and the battery part is closed
before you go sticking it anywhere funny!"

"Thanks mom," Billy said, skipping in and whisking the electric
toothbrush off the sink. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna electrocute Sadie's
vajoojoo! You're so overprotective!"

"I don't think overprotective moms have Auntie Sakura over to teach their
nine-year-olds how to abuse electric toothbrushes, sweet-pea."

"Oh yeah," Billy said. "And now we're gonna teach Wilf! He's pretty good
at kitty-licking but he's still learning so I'm gonna let him use the
toothbrush so Sadie can have her cummies."

"Okay sweetie, have fun! And remember, nothing goes from butts to mouths
unless you all want enemas first!"

"Don't worry, we're just licking butts, not putting things in! Love you
mom!" and off she skipped. My jaw was on the floor and my cock was harder
than before the interruption.

"Am I a horrible mother?" Clarissa asked, her expression showing no hint
of guilt or contrition.

"I... You... No... It sure isn't how I was raised, but... I was messing
around at their age too but it was very, very secret. But... you've...
taught them how to do ass to mouth safely??? And who's Auntie Sakura?"

"Ohhh, you're going to meet her soon. I've been meaning to introduce you!
She was an early bloomer too, and she's not my sister or anything, just
an Auntie in the Asian sense, someone who teaches them the facts of life
who's not mom. When I noticed Billy touching herself more, I had Sakura
explain the etiquette to her. I'm very sex positive but I thought she'd
be less inhibited if an Auntie told her these things. I'm still Mom, you
know? And it worked beautifully, because now she shares everything with
me, never so much as a blush. Auntie Sakura still does all the hands-on
tutoring though, like when Billy wanted to learn how to please Sadie with
her mouth. That was only, what, a month ago? And now it sounds like
they're oral acrobats!"

"When my uncle taught me the facts of life they sure didn't include
anything so... Applicable!" I sputtered.

"Don't you wish he had?"

I mean... Yeah... I wouldn't have had to hide that I was already getting
blown by his daughter!"

"I was an early bloomer too, you know," Clarissa said. "I wish I'd been
that lucky little girl, because you have a very nice cock."

"It was a little less impressive then," I managed, before her mouth was
on me again and I temporarily lost the capacity for speech.

"I was too," she panted, coming up for air. "But my boy toys' cocks were
smaller too so I could already deep throat them at eleven or so. That was
around the time I first blew a teenager," she continued, stroking my
spit-slick member. "Once I milked out my first real load I was never
going back. I think Billy and Sadie are going to want a taste of man soon
too... Wilf is a peach but I don't think he can make cream like you...
Sakura's explained it all to them and they wanted to see if Wilf can make
any... But Billy already told me that if he can't, she and Sadie want to
invite you to join their next sleepover. Not as a chaperone. As a
playmate. How do you like that idea?" She was edging me now, backing off
just as I was about to lose control, keeping me on hair-trigger with her
shocking talk and little licks between revelations. My mind was a blank;
this depravity was far beyond what I'd imagined as merely a laissez-faire
parenting style in a hippy eco-village. It seemed I'd blundered into a
full-on taboo sex cult!

Clarissa didn't let me cum until hours later. We dried off and repaired
to her bedroom, which was just under Billy's, and made wild love to the
tantalizing sounds of the kids exploring. We could hear titters, shrieks
and moans, but no words. It was excruciating. I was edged over and over
in her mouth, her pussy, and finally her ass (freshly cleaned, she
assured me). I was up to my balls in the latter orifice when the kids
settled down at last, their shrieks dying down to titters, then quiet.
Clarissa whispered in my ear:

"I'm gonna go kiss those three imps good night, okay? But first, you're
going to cum in my mouth. And I'm not going to swallow. Or spit. I always
kiss Billy and Sadie on the lips."

"You're a terrible, wonderful mother," I whispered. "I'm gonna give you a
mouthful you can barely hold." I was pumping in and out of her ass
steadily now.

"Give it to me. And then come upstairs with me to tuck them in." I slid
out of her ass and she scooched down to cock level. "You can ask them if
Wilf makes any boy juice yet," she husked, her hand pumpung my cock as
she circled the tip with her tongue. "Then when they say no, ask if they
want to know how it tastes."

"Ohmygod yessss," I hissed, "Oh, fuck!" Clarissa clamped her lips down
over the head of my cock as I came, spurt after spurt filling her mouth.
I hadn't cum in days. She tilted her head back and opened, showing me my
load pooled under her tongue.

"Weff go," she burbled, taking my hand. I helped her up, we whipped on a
pair of silk robes, and she led me upstairs on delightfully girlish
tip-toes.

What greeted us when we eased open the door to the kids' bedroom was a
sight for the ages: Wilf lay spread-eagled under a tangle of bare
girl-limbs, Sadie with her head on his shoulder and Billy with hers on
his thigh, her slender fingers cupping his little sac. Billy was curled
almost fetally alongside Wilf, with the top of one graceful foot against
the opposite shoulder from her girlfriend's silky chestnut head, and her
other foot cupping his jaw in its arch like a caressing hand. Sadies
parted lips just touched her heel. Sadie, meanwhile, had one leg
stretched out alongside Wilf's, the other knee pulled up against her
chest so her foot nestled in Wilf's crotch. How they had gotten into this
perversely beautiful contortion I could only imagine. As we peered
through the half-open door, we could hear two sets of even breaths
overlapping, but also a quiet suckling sound. My eyes adjusted to the
dimness and I realized Billy was still awake, and was nursing sleepily on
Sadie's toes, almost like sucking her own thumb to lull herself. I
realized my cock was rock-hard again. In the moonlight seeping in through
the window the three nymphs looked sleek and perfect, like seals or
mermaids just emerged from the silvery ocean. We just stood there
silently. Billy didn't seem to notice us; perhaps she was already dozing.
Then Sadie's steady breathing stopped and she stirred, then giggled.

"Billy, are you awake?" she whispered. "You're sucking on my feet! Are
you dreaming they're candy?"

"Mmmfff. I was almost asleep," Billy whispered back. "I used to suck my
thumb when I was little but I like your toes more. They're so cute I just
wanted to eat them."

"You're funny. It kinda tickles but it feels good too. You can keep doing
it if you want."

"Yummy."

"Want me to do yours too?"

"Yeah!" There was some shifting about to get Billy's toes to Sadie's
lips. That work Wilf.

"What are you guys doing?" he mumbled.

"We're sucking toes," Sadie said delightedly. "It feels nice and helps us
sleep."

"You're weird," Wilf said after a thoughtful pause. "But I really like
you both."

"We like you too," Billy whispered. You can suck on my toes with Sadie if
you want."

"Okay."

At that moment Clarissa rapped softly on the door.

"Pssst, anybody sleeping?" I asked.

"We're going to sleep, Uncle Javier," Billy said, cool as a cucumber.

"You're not just staying up all night like little toe-eating monsters?"

"Were you eavesdropping you bad man?"

"Only for a minute."

"I'm telling on you."

"Your mom's here too; she wanted to give you a special good night kiss."

"Like on my pussy? Mommies don't give their little girls special kisses
like that, silly, only grownups and kids give them to each other. Or kids
and Aunties, just to practice," she added.

"I know that, you goof," I said indulgently, though my pulse was racing.
"She has a different kind of special kiss for you if you want one."

"What kind?"

"Well, do you and Sadie give Wilf the kid kind of special kisses?"

"On his penis? Yeah, we gave him lots of those, right Sadie?"

"Uh huh," she giggled. "And I licked his butthole too. That made him have
his cummies right in Billy's mouth."

"Oh my, what naughty children. Wilf, can you make boy juice for Billy
yet?"

"Only a little bit," Wilf said, a bit crestfallen. "Not like my big
brother's girlfiriend says he can when she sucks on his penis. She says
he can give her a whole mouthful, and it's all nice and creamy, but
mine's just like..."

"It's like girl juice, but all at once," Billy said. "We like it. I
shared some with Sadie."

"Yeah, we played a game we saw on her iPad, it's called 'feed baby
bird,'" Sadie said. "It's where one girls drools the boy juice into the
other girl's mouth. It's real fun and sexy, even if Wilf only makes a
little bit."

"But wait, Uncle Javier," Billy said, "what's this special kiss mommy has
for us?"

"You just guessed it!" I said. "She just gave me special grownup kisses
and she's not talking to you right now because her mouth is all full of
creamy grownup boy juice! She wants to share some with you, if you want
to."

"Oooh, me first!" Sadie said.

"No, me!" said Billy. "She's my mama bird so she should feed her baby and
then baby can share with her friend."

"Okay," Sadie giggled. "That sounds fun.

"Wilf, would you like a taste?" I asked.

"Um, that's okay, I'll just watch," he said.

"Wilf's penis is hard again," Billy said. "He likes watching us feed baby
bird."

"Okay, baby-bird Billy gets it then!" I said. Show mama bird how hungry
you are, little chickie!"

Billy said Ah. Clarissa tiptoed over to her daughter, tilted the girl's
chin back with a loving crook of her finger, nuzzled her nose with an
Eskimo kiss and then let a pearly strand of my jism slide from her lips
to her nine-year-old's waiting tongue.

Sadie and Wilf both let out their breath.

"How've ip taspe?" Clarissa burbled. "Moaw?"

Billy nodded fast and opened again. A bit of cum leaked out and slid down
her chin. Clarissa scooped it up with a finger and fed it back her. Then
she let the rest of her mouthful drop into her little girl's mouth.

"Wow, my big girl can hold it all!" she said. "That's so sexy, baby. Now
give some to Sadie like a nice little bird friend."

She didn't have to ask twice. Sadie dipped back dramatically like a
ballroom dancer, her open mouth tilted up at Billy, her eyes sparkling. I
noticed both little girls had their hands on their pussies and were
rubbing luxuriously in slow circles. They were savoring every moment of
this perverted scene, the little strumpets! I was sure I would cum again
if they so much as touched me.

Billy opened her mouth and let about half my cum drip onto her friend's
little pink tongue.

"Mmmm," went Sadie.

"Is it good?" Wilf asked. "Are you gonna drink it up?"

"Mhm," both girls said, and, locking eyes, their hands still squishing in
their hot little pussies, the gulped, then shared a noisy smooch,
smacking their lips like the little satisfied animals they were.