The Daughters of Eve, Part 1 – Babysitting Lucy

by Lorinda Jade

“Donna, could you babysit on Saturday?” came the request from the other end of the phone line.

“Of course, it would be a pleasure.” The words were like music to Donna’s ears. She took a long drag on her More Menthol cigarette as she relished the opportunity to spend some precious time with a little girl she was so fond of.

“I’m off to a girlfriend’s engagement party,” Susan Brown went on, “I’ll be getting back quite late though, probably not till the small hours. You can stay over for the night if you wish.”

“Oh that would be so wicked Sue! Umm would it be OK if I bring my Simon as well?” Donna nervously asked, puffing away on her cigarette.

Susan readily agreed. She had known Donna since she was young and had watched her develop from a cute child into a beautiful gothic teenager. And of course it was an open secret that she lusted after Simon, so she thought the young couple would make excellent company for Lucy, her nine year old daughter. Donna was 19, 5’5” tall, and at 11½ stones (161 pounds) was pleasantly plump, and she had a shiny round face that could light up a room the instant she smiled. Simon was three years her junior. They had met the previous year at the eighteenth birthday party of a mutual friend. Donna was a natural flirt, and at such occasions she would normally try to get off with as many boys or girls as she could. But from the moment she first set eyes on Simon, she was smitten. His slender frame made him look quite tall, and he had jet black hair in a ponytail which trailed half way down his back. Donna loved it that he looked so ridiculously young, and she admired his styling which, like her own, was gothic. He had the most beautiful brown eyes and a soft low voice, both of which caused Donna’s heart to melt as soon as they began talking. By the end of the evening they were openly having sex in one of the bedrooms. ‘This is a dream come true,’ Donna thought as her 38DD breasts flopped in rhythm with the strokes of Simon’s rampant 9” cock as it tenderly fucked in and out of her sopping wet cunt. Over the following months they became practically inseparable, and at once Simon had invited Donna to join the goth rock band for whom he played lead guitar. Donna’s haunting crystal clear voice would be ideal for their style of music, but they really needed a bassist. Donna was an able pianist, but she quickly picked up the skills of the bass guitar and somehow always managed to play it seductively, as if she were coaxing a giant phallus to life. She soon became bosom buddies with one of the other girls from the band, Stacy, who played keyboards. Stacy also sang, but her Scottish voice was harsher and more suited to singing the harder rock numbers than the ballads at which Donna so excelled. But they did do some marvellous duets together, especially a very erotic version of ‘I Got You Babe’, which always went down a storm whenever they played in front of their peers. Simon loved the fact that his girlfriend was bisexual, and was never more thrilled than to find the two girls entwined in each other’s arms and making out. He would always join in and fuck each girl in turn, almost unobtrusively, as they pleasured each other. Even though Simon and Donna were ‘an item’ and utterly devoted to each other, they shared everything, which included their many sexual partners.

Saturday soon came, and Donna and Simon spent most of the afternoon shopping, doing the rounds of their favourite haunts – the sort of places that specialise in fetish gear, or gothic clothing and accessories. Donna loved spending money on her darling boyfriend, and despite the customary friendly protests from Simon, she splashed out £200 on a pair of skin tight black latex trousers, and a cream coloured silk shirt for him. For herself she was content with a pair of 4” diameter silver hoop earrings, several items of make-up, a glittery purple Alice-band, and some purple fishnet stockings with deliciously whorish looking seams. They stopped off at Macdonald’s before heading back to Donna’s apartment. “The food’s crap, but the cute eye candy sure makes up for it,” Donna observed as they tucked into their Big Mac meals at the over-crowded restaurant.

“Mmm it certainly does,” Simon dreamily replied as he was intently watching a pixie-like blond girl of about seven or eight, who it seemed was very excited about the contents of a package from the Disney Store. He observed that her mum kept fussing over her in a way to suggest that they had something which somehow went beyond the bounds of a ‘normal’ mother-daughter relationship.

“What time do we have to be there my love?” Simon shouted as he stepped out of the shower.

Donna came skipping through and glanced at the clock. “Sue said at eight, and it’s a fifteen minute drive, so that leaves us about an hour and a half to get ready.”

Simon stood there towelling himself dry and Donna admired his smooth, freshly shaven cock and balls. Even though it was flaccid, his cock appeared to hang nearly half way down to his knees. Donna knelt in front of her lover and lifted his manhood until it was close to her lips. She bowed her head as if she were worshiping it and kissed it lightly at the tip, running her tongue lovingly round the urethral opening, causing Simon to moan softly. As if on cue, her black silk kimono slipped off her shoulders to reveal her ample bosom. Simon fondled her breasts, squeezed them together, and pushed his now rampant cock between them to give her a gentle tit fuck. Donna pulled back sharply, “Careful now lover boy, we don’t want you getting over-excited just yet. Save all that yummy cream for later. There will be plenty of time for some fun over at Sue’s place!”. Simon was a tad disappointed, but he knew that Donna was always a girl of her word – he would surely be in for a very special treat later on! So they concentrated on the task of getting ready. Donna had already showered and done her hair, having decided to let her shoulder length raven mane hang loose, but neatly kept in place by her new and very pretty Alice-band. She had also put in her new earrings, though her left ear, which was pierced from bottom to top, was also adorned with an assortment of sparkly coloured studs. Donna dried Simon’s hair and brushed it through, working in some gel to give it an extra shine, before tying it back into a very tight ponytail.

“What about your make-up and earrings?” Donna asked matter-of-factly.

“I’ll leave it up to you sweetheart,” came Simon’s reply with a knowing wink.

Both of Simon’s ears were pierced and he normally wore silver studs in them, but Donna decided he should have something more adventurous. She rummaged around on her dressing table and found a pair of solid silver crucifix earrings, about 2” long. They looked wonderful dangling from Simon’s lobes. She then painted his finger and toenails black, before applying to her man some glossy black lipstick, heavy black mascara and a light touching of black eyeshadow. When Simon looked in the mirror and saw the results, his cock stood to attention again. As he went off to get dressed - in his new shirt & trousers, a black silk g-string, purple socks and shiny patent purple shoes - Donna did her own make-up. She too painted her finger and toe nails black, but applied to herself thick purple lipstick, black mascara and heavy hot pink eyeshadow. Earlier in the day she had had her eyebrow hair removed by electrolysis, and she spent some time and care painting prominent black arches where her eyebrows once were. For her own outfit she put on a black lace thong, black suspenders, her new stockings, and a pair of purple ankle boots with 3” stiletto heels, before squeezing her plump curves into a sleeveless short black rubber dress.

“Just like pouring a quart into a pint pot,” Simon muttered.

“You cheeky fucker!” yelled Donna, aiming a mock slap towards him, “Just you fucking wait!”.

For her finishing touches, Donna draped a purple lace shawl round her shoulders, pulled on a pair of black fishnet gloves which reached to her elbows, and threw some essential items, such as her mobile phone, hairbrush, cigarettes and lighter, and some oddments of make-up, into a purple velvet drawstring bag.

“You look fucking beautiful my love!” Simon exclaimed in his excitement, “Cinderella shall go to the ball!”.

“But I’ve already found my Prince Charming,” Donna retorted as she hugged her Simon close and kissed him gently on the lips, whilst cheekily massaging his tight buttocks through the material of the new latex trousers. “Just like two boiled eggs in a napkin,” she retorted. They both giggled.

Donna always loved the drive out to Susan’s place. Susan lived with her daughter in a detached 4-bedroomed house situated in a pleasant leafy suburb on the other side of town. Donna with her immaculate sense of timing parked the black Porsche on the gravel of the front drive at two minutes to eight. They got out and made some final adjustments to their clothing and by the time Donna rang the doorbell it was exactly eight o’clock. ‘How does she do that?’ wondered Simon.

“Oh my fucking god, aren’t you two the handsome couple!” Susan exclaimed as she greeted her babysitters. She was used to Donna’s gothic styling, but never before had she seen her looking so stunningly beautiful. She kissed both her guests on the lips, first Donna, and then Simon, lasciviously fondling his tight crotch. It thrilled Donna to see her boyfriend so wantonly happy and so obviously appreciated by the older woman. Susan was 32, 5’8” tall, and very slim. She always dressed stylishly, but tonight in a red strapless gown (showing off the red rose tattoo on her left shoulder), and with black stilettos and seamed silk stockings to match she really did look like the Lady of the Manor. Her long blond hair was pinned up, her make-up was perfectly applied, and from her ears flowed a pair of shoulder length gold chain earrings.

“You look fucking gorgeous Sue,” complimented Donna as they entered the hallway of the house.

When they got through to the kitchen, Lucy was sitting at the table, doodling in a sketch book and chattering away to another girl whom Donna hadn’t seen before. “Let me introduce you two to my new girlfriend, Fiona,” announced Susan. Donna was taken aback. ‘New girlfriend? She’s impossibly too young for Sue!’ she thought to herself. Fiona it turned out was only fifteen. She was tall and quite athletic looking, with fine red hair cut into a bob. She was obviously going to the party with Sue as her partner, as she too was dressed up to the nines, looking very cute in a short pink silky-smooth skirt (which deliciously revealed her stocking tops) and a sleeveless black chiffon blouse, through which her tiny breasts were clearly visible. She had gone for minimal but subtle make-up, and as she stood there casually smoking a Marlboro Light, Donna was exited by the vision of this very hot chick. She also admired her multiple sets of earrings, and the thick gold hoop in her nose. After Donna and Simon had exchanged brief pleasantries with Fiona (and both decided they so wanted her), Susan began her briefing.

“There’s plenty of snacks and drinks in the fridge for you all, and of course the stronger drinks are in the cabinet in the lounge. Oh and Donna, I got you some of those expensive cigarettes you so like.” She handed two packs of Sobranie Cocktails to Donna, who responded, “You’re too fucking kind. Thank you Sue.” Susan went on, “Someone’s been grubbing around in the garden this afternoon, so smelly pants is in need of a bath. No set bed time, just pack her ass off when you’ve had enough of her!”. Donna giggled, and Lucy gave her mum a slightly defiant look. Susan and Fiona gathered up the bits and pieces they were taking along, which included a bottle of chilled champagne and a gift wrapped in pretty paper and tied with silver ribbon. As they made their way to the front door, Susan turned to Donna, “You have my mobile number just in case. Of course I’ll ring you if there’s any change of plan.” She turned to her daughter, “And as for you young lady, be good for Simon and Donna. Don’t go driving them mad with your nonsense. No fucking about!”. “Of course not Mummy,” was the insincere response. Sue hugged her daughter and kissed her on the lips before giving Donna and Simon one more embrace. Fiona was just slipping out of the door when Donna grabbed her arm. She gave her a playful squeeze and whispered in her ear, “We’d would like to meet up with you again soon for some fun.” Fiona didn’t need words to convey her response. She smiled sweetly and kissed Donna on the lips. Then she hooked her arms round Simon’s neck and kissed him, lasciviously running her tongue round his lipstick. Her actions said it all. Lucy, Donna, and Simon all waved furiously at the two ladies in the pink S-type Jaguar, and they watched the car as it purred softly and slipped away into the night, until they could see it no more. Donna locked the front door and turned her attentions to Lucy. “What do you want to do now sweetheart,” she asked rather casually.

“Well I think I fucking better have a bath first, Mummy says I stink like a fucking polecat!”

Donna shot a disapproving glance at Lucy, although she was actually quite thrilled to hear such ‘adult’ language coming from a nine year old girl’s mouth. Lucy’s face briefly turned scarlet, then it quickly morphed and lit up with an impish grin. ‘How could one not be charmed by this little honey pot?’ Donna thought as she eyed up and down the urchin that was standing before her in denim shorts and pink t-shirt, and with her long platinum blond hair looking quite bedraggled.

“Do you need any help bathing?” Donna hesitantly asked.

Lucy pursed her lips and looked defiant. “No, I’m a big girl now, but I’ll call if I need you.”

Donna curtseyed (as much as her tight dress would allow). “Certainly my Lady!”

Lucy giggled and wiggled her ass at Donna as she ran up the stairs. Donna and Simon went through to the lounge, and Donna settled herself down on the plush leather chesterfield sofa.

“I could sure use a stiff drink, has Sue got any Jack Daniels?”

Simon opened the doors of the drinks cabinet to survey the contents. “Yep, she sure does.”

“In that case then, JD and Coke with lots of ice please. And go easy on the coke,” she laughed.

Simon fixed Donna’s drink, and helped himself to a very generous measure of a fine malt whisky. Donna pulled her bag open and took out a 6”-long black cigarette holder, in which she placed one of the pink, gold tipped Sobranies that Sue had given her. “I sure need this,“ she commented as the first long exhale of grey smoke streamed out of her nostrils. Simon was a not a smoker himself, but Donna’s twenty-odd a day habit didn’t bother him. In fact he thought she looked extremely sensual whenever she smoked and he was unashamedly turned on by it. He went to look through Susan’s huge DVD collection, and almost straight away he was slightly startled. It was obvious that Susan was a fan of very obscure art house type movies, and one title especially grabbed his attention. It was a Swedish production entitled ‘Does Mother Know Best?’. “Take a look at this darling,” Simon said as he tossed the plastic case onto Donna’s lap, almost causing her drink to spill out of its glass. Donna concentrated as she looked intently at the cover. The movie appeared to be the story of a woman who was struggling to come to terms with her moral conscience as she was involved in a very intimate relationship with both her son and her daughter.

Donna didn’t hesitate with her curt response, “Let’s watch it.”

The tone of the movie was clear from the start. The young woman had been raised by hippy parents and she had carried on the tradition by allowing her own children, a boy of ten and a girl of seven (whom it seemed spent most of their time running around naked), to indulge in absolute freedom of expression. In the tradition of such films from Scandinavia there was no holding back on the graphic detail. It got to a scene where all three were sunbathing naked outside their cabin whilst on vacation at a naturist resort. The mother was hugging her daughter close into her breasts, encouraging her to suckle, whilst performing fellatio on her son. She was sucking the stiff but dainty hairless cock in and out of her mouth with obvious skill, and relished it. The seven year old girl was no stranger to this kind of encounter and soon began playfully massaging her brother’s buttocks and balls. Just as she started to push her lubricated index finger into his asshole, a voice rang out from upstairs, “Donna, my back needs doing!”. Donna couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge in Simon’s pants when he paused the DVD, but she decided that that would have to wait till later. Little Lucy was in more urgent need of her attentions. She shrugged off her shawl and seductively peeled the fishnet gloves from her arms. Her ample curves wobbled and her rubber dress squeaked slightly as she waddled up the stairs. The sound of her stilettos on the wooden steps was wonderfully erotic to Simon, and he rubbed his erection in time with the clicking heels. He so wanted to cum, but thankfully he’d been well trained by Donna in the art of ‘holding back’. And he wanted to pace himself and save his ‘yummy cream’ for his Princess. Or so he thought.

When Donna entered the bathroom, Lucy was submerged in the bath with only her face showing above the water line, reminding Donna of the painting ‘Ophelia’ by John Everett Millais that she’d seen on a recent visit to the Tate Gallery. Lucy came out of her reverie, ducked herself completely under the water and then sat bolt upright. “Here Donna, use some of this,” she demanded, and tossed a bottle of scented massage oil to Donna. Donna deftly caught the bottle squeezed a good splodge of the stuff onto her hands and started to rub it all over the unblemished, almost baby-smooth skin of the little girl’s back. Lucy seemed most responsive to having the base of her neck and her shoulders massaged. Donna even took the liberty of spreading a little of the oil onto the her chest. Lucy felt her nipples tingle and stiffen at Donna’s subtle touch. She suddenly gazed up at her and blurted out, “You’re so fucking pretty Donna, I want to be a punk too when I grow up!”

Donna gave a sharp reply, but this time it wasn’t to chide her for the use of yet another profanity, “I’m not a punk, I’m a Goth.” Lucy looked puzzled, “Umm, what’s the difference?”.

“Well,” Donna began, “It’s really about the style of clothing and the type of music we listen to, though it is sometimes hard to know the difference.” Lucy frowned and Donna continued, “Punk music is harsh and lively with hard driving rhythms, but Goth has a darker sound, is more subtle in its feel, and more melodic I guess. But being a Goth is more important than that. It’s also about living an alternative lifestyle...” her voice trailed off for a moment. “Me and Simon play in a goth band, maybe you could come and watch us perform sometime.”

Lucy’s face lit up, “Wow that would be so fucking cool!”

“We’re playing a gig over at Stacy’s place in a couple of weeks. It will be part of her 17th birthday celebrations and lots of our goth friends will be there. I’ll speak to your mummy to see if she’ll let you come along. You will need some very special clothes so you can dress the part though!”

“Ooh I can’t wait,” was the shrill response, “Can I dress up like that tonight?”

“Well we’ll have a look in your wardrobe and see what you’ve got sweetie,” laughed Donna, “but I can certainly do you some gothic style makeup when you’re dried off.” This seemed to pacify Lucy for now. She pulled the plug and sprang out of the bath in manner reminiscent of an Olympic pole-vaulter. “So tell me more about the band.”

Donna perched herself on the side of the bath to watch the excited youngster towel herself dry. “We’re called ‘The Daughters of Eve’. There’s five of us in the band. My Simon plays lead guitar and I play bass and sing. Stacy - she’s the one whose party is coming up - is our keyboard player, and she sings as well. Then there’s Jessica on drums and backing vocals, and lastly our girl of many talents, Tiffany. She also does backing vocals, and she plays various instruments such as the flute, electric cello, percussion, and she sometimes doubles up on keyboards. If she’s no got anything else to do she just dances.”

Lucy furiously rubbed her tousled hair in an attempt to dry it. “So it’s four girls and just one guy?”

“Yeah,” replied Donna, “When Stacy was first putting the band together, she wanted it to be an all girl group, but they had difficulty finding a decent lead guitarist. She knew Simon was good and his style of playing would be ideal for the band, and in a way he’s quite feminine, so he was recruited as an ‘honorary girl’. Come on, let me brush your hair and do you some kick ass make-up!” Lucy’s naked body scurried through to her room where she enshrouded her body in a pink fluffy wrap and perched herself on a stool. She fidgeted around impatiently as she couldn’t wait for her ‘make-over’. Donna emptied the contents of her bag onto Lucy’s bed and at once started to brush through the girl’s gossamer-like platinum hair which reached almost down to her waist. In a sudden flash of inspiration she wove her hair into a single plait, tied it off with a purple ribbon and gave it the lightest covering of glitter spray.

Lucy giggled at the touch of Donna’s soft warm hands when she first began to apply the bright scarlet varnish to her toenails. Donna loved dainty feet and so handling this girl’s tiny appendages gave her a most pleasant tingly sensation. She did Lucy’s finger nails the same colour, taking great delight in caressing her delicate hands. “Now for your face. Let’s really go to town on you and see if we can blow Simon’s socks off!”

Donna certainly didn’t hold back as she set to work on her blank canvas. She put thick shiny blue gloss on Lucy’s lips, and plastered lilac eyeshadow with black eyeliner on her upper and lower lids. This was offset by a liberal application of silver mascara to her long soft eyelashes, and for an added bonus, she painted a black crescent moon with a pentacle on her right temple. Lucy was pleasantly stunned when she saw herself in the mirror. She threw her arms round Donna and hugged her tight. Donna responded by planting a soft kiss on the little girl’s forehead, but Lucy pursed her lips and looked into Donna’s eyes with a look that said ‘I want more’. A sudden rush of adrenaline made Donna’s heart thump inside her chest as she struggled with her conscience. Yes, she so wanted to ravish this child, but had she already gone too far, and if she took it further what could the consequences be? Lust took over and she abandoned her sensibilities to put her lips to the little girl’s wanton mouth. The instant Lucy’s lips parted, Donna’s tongue dove in, and her hands clamped round the girl’s pert little buttocks. Lucy couldn’t help stroking her hands over the shiny rubber of Donna’s dress, and she was loving every minute of it! The genie was surely out of the bottle!

Eventually Donna started to think rationally and she broke free from the slurping and groping. Donna only used the most expensive waterproof cosmetics so, for all their intense kissing, neither girl had smudged her lipstick. She picked up an aerosol of body spray named ‘Vampyra’ and gestured Lucy to open up the top of her body wrap. “This should make you smell nice and sexy,” Donna grinned. Lucy readily obliged by proudly sticking out her flat chest so that Donna could give her a generous spraying of the subtle but very seductive scent. The wrap fell from the girl’s body into a heap on the floor. “Now we’d better see what we can find for you to wear,” Donna enthused. She spent a few minutes poking around Lucy’s wardrobe, then suddenly she plucked out a long party dress made from purple silk. “Just perfect, just fucking perfect!” she declared as she slipped the gown over the girl’s head. Donna it seemed had thought of everything. From the pile of debris that once was the contents of her bag she took a shoulder length chandelier style silver earring and pushed it through the hole in Lucy’s left lobe. Lucy was apparently unconscious of her pantyless state, so Donna’s final action was to pull the long shining braid of hair forward over the girl’s right shoulder so that it hung tantalisingly down her chest. She took hold of Lucy’s tiny hand and declared, “Now let’s go downstairs to see what Simon thinks!”

The instant he heard Donna’s heels clicking as the girls descended the stairs, Simon jumped up from where he was sitting. “My oh my, Lucy, aren’t you the little princess!” he declared as they got to the bottom. He knelt down on one knee, tenderly took hold of Lucy’s free hand, and lifted it to his face to lightly kiss it on the back. Lucy responded by leaning over and putting her lips to Simon’s, Straight away she forced her soft tongue into his mouth. Simon was in uncharted waters as he had never before been so lovingly kissed by such a young child, but he just went with the flow and decided to savour the pleasure that Lucy was giving him. Donna broke her grasp on Lucy’s hand to go and put another gold tipped cigarette in her holder. The nicotine hit gave her an extra buzz of adrenaline and she felt her juices flow as she blissfully watched Simon and Lucy’s passionate frenching. Eventually the embrace broke. Simon got up and tried to compose himself. “I think I need another drink after all that,” he said in a fluster.

Lucy was mysteriously unruffled by the encounter. “I’d like a Coke with ice,” she stated.

“Same again for me,” came Donna’s request.

Simon prepared the drinks, this time also opting for JD & Coke with ice. He did however slip a measure of vodka into Lucy’s drink.

The three of them settled down on the sofa with Simon tight by Donna’s side. Lucy however jumped up onto Simon’s lap and flung her arms round his neck and glanced over to the TV. “Ooh, were you watching a DVD?” she casually asked.

Simon’s response was rather hesitant. “Umm yeah.” He nervously picked up the remote and shot an enquiring glance at Donna. Donna nodded her approval. The movie continued and Lucy was transfixed. “I’ve not seen this one before,” she chirped.

Simon was in heaven. Here he was with his beloved girlfriend by his side and a precautious 9yo gothic princess happily sitting on his lap. And to top it all they were getting absorbed by an explicit movie with a strong incest theme! His hard cock was shamelessly twitching and pressing into Lucy’s buttocks. Surely the girl hadn’t failed to notice the feel of it through the thin silky material of her dress? The action in the movie was getting more intense. In another scene, the mother had entered her daughter’s bedroom. The 7yo girl was lying naked on her bed, her legs spread akimbo, and her 10yo brother was on top of her, fucking his sister as if it were natural. The mother remained silent, stripping out of her cotton summer dress to reveal her nakedness. Her hands immediately went to work on her love hole and she openly masturbated, plunging her fingers in deep at the sight of her children having sex.

Suddenly Lucy shuffled over onto Donna’s lap and looked sweetly into her eyes. “Can you and Simon do some sex stuff with me?” was the astonishing request.

“Of course sweetie,” replied Donna, “but only if you’re sure.” Lucy nodded eagerly. Donna exhaled a massive plume of smoke from her nostrils, “Come on Si, show us girls what you’ve fucking got for us!”

Simon unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off his shoulders to reveal his smooth hairless chest, then in the excitement of the moment he fumbled with the buttons of his latex trousers, eventually managing to slide them down to his ankles. His cock had obviously been out of the silken g-string for some time, as it stood there like nine inches of stiff magnificence!

“Fucking hell!” exclaimed Lucy, grinning, “That’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen!”

“Let me show you what to do with it,” declared Donna, licking her lips.

Lucy jumped off Donna’s lap, and impatiently waited for Donna to finish her cigarette. Donna gave a final massive exhale and leaned over, putting her lips to the tip of Simon’s cock. She started by lovingly licking round the tip, and sexily flicking her tongue round the piss hole. Then she licked up and down the smooth shaft, and gently nibbled on Simon’s balls before sucking them into her mouth. Lucy couldn’t believe what she was witnessing! But there was more to come. Donna took the head into her mouth and sucked it in deep until several inches of Simon’s shaft had disappeared and she sucked up and down on it like a wanton whore. Simon started to moan, and Donna almost gagged as the head started to penetrate her throat. When Donna eventually came up for air, Lucy had removed her dress and was jumping up and down with excitement.

“Can I have a go now please?” asked Lucy. “Sure sweetie,” assured Donna, “but only take as much into your mouth as you feel comfortable with.”

Donna got up and peeled off her dress, causing her massive, unbridled boobs to lusciously flop around, then she pulled off her panties to leave her standing there in only her stockings, suspenders and ankle boots. Meanwhile Lucy knelt in front of Simon and started to tentatively lick his dick. She grew in confidence and took the tip of it into her tiny mouth. As she sucked it gently in and out, Donna knelt behind her and rubbed her naked breasts up and down Lucy’s back. All the excitement was almost too much for Simon, but he worked hard at holding back, as he knew he wanted to save his ‘yummy cream’ for something very special.

“I think we’d better let Simon catch his breath,” Donna remarked to Lucy. She sank back down onto the sofa with her legs parted enough to clearly show off her shaven vagina, and she patted her lap in a way to motion to Lucy to hop on. Lucy needed no further encouragement and immediately plonked herself onto Donna’s creamy plump thighs and snuggled her cheek into Donna’s right breast. Donna put her lips to Lucy’s and started to deep french with her, and Lucy pressed her face further into Donna’s breast. Donna cradled the little girl tight, but lovingly, and guided her hand to her other boob. She momentarily broke the kiss to mutter to Lucy, “Play with the nipple and squeeze it hard.” While Lucy fumbled with her breast, Donna’s hands moved round to the girl’s buttocks. She started by massaging them, then gently parting them, and eventually running a finger round her asshole and down her vaginal lips. The more Donna probed, the more Lucy moaned receptively. After a long time of mutual exploration, Donna lifted Lucy off her lap so she could shuffle to the edge of the sofa and spread her legs wide. “Lick my cunt hunny,” she commanded. Lucy needed no more prompting and knelt in front of her goddess (as she had come to think of Donna). She rested her tiny hands with the pretty painted nails on Donna’s thighs and pushed her face into her cunt. Her tongue lapped round the inner and outer labia, and as soon as she touched the clit, Donna shuddered. “More please and push your tongue inside me,” she asked of the little girl. Donna assisted by pulling her outer labia wide, and Lucy’s soft tongue dove in, lapping eagerly at the fountain of love. She carried on with Donna moaning louder and louder until the fountain exploded, showering Lucy’s face with love juices.

“Fuck! That was just what I needed,” she said as her orgasm subsided. Lucy stood there with her hands on her hips and looked pleased with her work. Donna leaned over and kissed the tiny hairless vagina before her, and gently sucked the fledgling labia into her mouth. “Thank you hunny,” was her grateful response, “I think us girls should get to work on Simon again.” Simon had removed what was left of his clothing and was sitting there sipping on his JD & Coke. “Lie down on the floor, lover boy.” There was a lush sheepskin rug in front of the sofa, and Simon dutifully lay down on it, flat on his back, with his long cock (which was 7” flaccid) laying across his thigh. “Come on Lucy,” laughed Donna, “let’s see if you can get it hard again!”.

Lucy straddled Simon’s chest with her legs in a kneeling position, and stuck her ass towards Simon’s face. She lifted the lip dick with both hands and started to stroke it up and down. The cock soon came to life and Lucy bowed her head and wrapped her lips around the head. As she sucked up and down, Simon pulled Lucy’s ass towards his face and started to lick round her asshole and vagina, almost sending the little girl into ecstasy. She paused for breath to see Donna standing there ready to mount the stiff phallus. Donna squatted and parted her cunt lips to slide herself down on the spittle-lubed pole. Lucy was happy for Simon to continue licking her nether regions, and as Donna rode up and down, Lucy looked up into her eyes, Donna bowed to her princess and once again started to french with the little girl. Donna thought that surely this was the ultimate love triangle. Here she was riding her lover, with her lover licking out the little princess, and she was simultaneously frenching with her! Donna fucked her cunt up and down Simon’s cock until she could feel he was close to orgasm. Suddenly, she got off and prised Lucy away from Simon, throwing her onto the sofa. Lucy looked slightly alarmed but was deliriously happy. “Time to cum, lover boy.” Simon struggled up onto his feet and stood over Lucy with his cock close to the little girl’s face. Donna grabbed hold of the stiff dick and wanked it a few times until the semen spurted out showering Lucy’s face. When he was done, Donna leaned over and started to lick up the ‘yummy cream’, and once more exchanged french kisses with her princess.

By now all three were totally exhausted, so they quickly gathered up their things, tidied the lounge and headed off for bed. Lucy it seemed didn’t want to go to her own room, so she jumped into the plush double bed of the guest room, in between the babysitters. At around 4am, Susan and Fiona returned home, and at once Susan went to check on Lucy, but her room was empty! She then gingerly pushed open the door of the guest room and was taken aback at the sight of the three naked bodies cuddling up to each other.

“Well, it sure looks like someone’s been having some fun!” she declared to Fiona.