8
Monserrat opened the creaky back door to her house, motioning Clarissa inside. She could hear her girlfriends and her fiancé eagerly greeting Lyssa as soon as her friend had cleared the mud room. It wasn’t a surprise that the polycule was fired up for their little meeting, but it was a surprise to be pounced as soon as Monserrat entered the kitchen.
Niusha was the first one in line, draping her arms around Monserrat and offering her lips with her trademark coy smile. Monchi took her girlfriend’s dancer’s body in her arms and gave her a proper kiss that left both their cheeks pink.
Rachel squirmed her way into the hug without waiting for Niusha to disengage, like the greedy slut she always was. Monserrat laughed and put Rachel up against the wall before delivering the rough, possessive kiss she knew her girlfriend craved.
That left Jenna, who was waiting patiently, radiantly for her turn. Monserrat lifted her fiancé at her hips to chest height. Jenna’s carefree giggle echoed beautifully off the kitchen tile as Monchi brought her down for a kiss.
“I haven’t been greeted like that in a long time. You girls a little excited?” A proud and beloved grin stretched Monserrat’s face until her cheeks protested.
“No kidding! Where’s my kiss?” Clarissa was asking in her usual sarcastic fashion, but there was vulnerability in her eyes. Monserrat stepped close to her friend and tilted Lyssa’s chin up. Her best friend had enough time to open her eyes in surprise before Monserrat brought their lips together for a sweet, chaste kiss.
“That wasn’t nice.” Clarissa face was darkening beautifully. “You know I’m into you.”
“Don’t ask for kisses if you don’t want them. You know I like you too. We’ve got the whole polycule here. You can get negotiated right in if you want.” Monserrat smoothed Clarissa’s tight curls with the palm of her hand.
“M-maybe.” Clarissa squirmed, showing off that new and intriguing sub-energy she’d picked up.
“I think you should.” Rachel said. “You’re kind of gorgeous. We’ll be gentle when we jump you in – I mean jump your bones.”
“Shut up, bitch.” Clarissa flipped Rachel off, back on her equilibrium with the help of a reason to be abrasive. That dynamic kind of worked, actually. Maybe we should add Clarissa.
“Let’s go to the living room already. Rachel and I worked our butts off to make nice snacks for everybody, and I’m dying to hear about Jenna’s hardcore kink. She wouldn’t tell us anything until you got here!” Niusha playfully pushed people at random until she got the herd of them moving.
“Niusha, you said you wouldn’t be awful!” Jenna complained, taking Monserrat’s hand nervously. Monchi gave a firm squeeze and felt her Jenna-bear regain some of her calm.
“I said I wouldn’t be awful until Monchi was here to defend you. Your horny little butt is mine now.”
“Jenna? Horny? Did I miss something?” Clarissa smirked as she took a mini-meat-pie and a seat on the couch.
“Yeah, you missed her watching Niusha and I go at it. Girl was so hot you could have welded steel just by sticking it to her.” Rachel fell back on the second couch and grabbed Niusha’s belt, pulling her girlfriend down into her lap.
“Holy shit!” Clarissa had her meat pie frozen an inch from her mouth as she stared at Jenna. For her part, Jenna was covering her face and seeking refuge on Monserrat’s lap.
“It’s true.” Monserrat said. “I didn’t get to see it, but I did see the aftereffects. Jenna has jilled off to that memory at least six times. She has to stuff a shirt in her mouth so we won’t hear her scream.”
“Monchi, no!” Jenna shrieked, burying her face in Monserrat’s shoulder. Monchi laughed and pulled Jenna in for a crushing hug, that settled her fiancé’s trembling nerves.
“Six?! It’s only been three days since it happened.” Niusha giggled. “Oh Jenna, we’re going to have so much fun!”
“If everyone’s going to be awful every second, I’m not telling you about my stuff.” Jenna’s complaints were almost too muffled by Monserrat’s shoulder to be heard above the general laughter. Even so, Monserrat was glad to see the group quiet down and fix caring gazes on the embarrassed girl.
Hesitantly, Jenna came out of hiding, though she never relinquished her hold on Monserrat. Overwhelmed at the affection and attention she was getting, Jenna tried to hide again. Monserrat scooped her up and set her facing forward.
“You do need to be nicer to Jenna, starting now.” Monserrat tried for a soft version of her dom voice. Based on the way the room’s attention shifted to her, she’d either missed the mark or the whole group was horny on main. Probably the second one. I’d love to sweep all these girls into my bed at once. That would be epic.
“I don’t know why you’re all looking at me. This is Jenna’s show. She set it up.” Monserrat held Jenna tightly, knowing she’d need the contact it to keep her courage up.
“No pressure,” Jenna said petulantly. A squeeze from Monserrat was met by tension melting out of Jenna’s back.
“Okay – this is hard. Please listen even if I – stutter or trip up when I’m talking. I’m glad you’re here, Clarissa, but I don’t know you very well so I’m nervous too.”
“You got no worries from me hon. I’m on your team, I know talking about this stuff can get weird.” Clarissa took a moment to point to Rachel and Niusha. “You two sarcastic bitches better remember that your ankles are in kicking range if you mess with Jenna when she’s being vulnerable.”
“Oh, you’re a feisty one. I can’t wait to add you to the polycule so we can break you in.” Rachel favored Clarissa with a feral grin that made the other girl shiver.
“What Rachel is saying is that we’ll save all our teasing for Clarissa, because she’s telling us that all’s fair in flirting and war.” Niusha winked at Jenna. “You’ve got this sweetie, we love you.”
“She’s right, we love you very much. Especially me,” Monserrat whispered in Jenna’s ear. Jenna pressed back against her, taking a deep breath to settle herself.
“Thanks everybody – and Rachel.” Jenna giggled nervously, letting herself laugh naturally when the rest of the group joined in. “Here goes – no more stalling.”
“Monserrat and I are doing ABDL play. I know you all know what it is but I’m just going to say it. It’s Adult Baby Diaper Lover. I um, I w-wear. I mean – the thing is that Monchi means everything to me and – and – so when she asked me to – to…”
Feeling Jenna lock up in her arms, Monserrat put a hand between her fiancé’s shoulder blades and rubbed in slow, strong circles. “You’re doing great, baby. Take your time.”
“I’m not. I don’t think I can do this. I’m so sorry everybody, I – I – I didn’t mean to – I mean I know everyone’s time is valuable and – and…”
All three of the other girls were watching Jenna attentively. They couldn’t have more kind expressions on their faces, but it was obvious that Jenna wasn’t seeing them anymore. Monserrat’s heart went out to her poor, panicking girl – My Little girl…
“Jenna, is this something that Jenny would be better at doing?” Monserrat gathered Jenna up in a bridal carry on her lap and nuzzled the other girl’s face.
“I don’t know – I – I – please help.”
Pitching her voice too low to carry to the couches, Monserrat bumped her forehead against Jenna’s. “This is a really scary thing for you. But Jenny doesn’t get scared the same way.”
“Because – because Jenny has Navi.” Jenna whispered. “She knows she’s safe.”
“Do you need to be safer?”
“Yes please. Please, Monchi – I need Navi.”
Monserrat kissed her fiancé with a whole heart-full of tenderness. She looked up at the other girls and smiled. “This isn’t the order Jenna and I talked about doing things in, but that’s okay. Are you girls good to wait a bit so that we can introduce you to Jenny?”
“Yeah honey, whatever you need.” Clarissa nodded emphatically.
“Of course,” Niusha said.
“We won’t get bored while you’re gone, take your time,” Rachel said.
Monserrat stood with Jenna in her arms, taking a moment to assess the girls in front of her. All three of them were on the edges of their seats. “Niusha, and especially Rachel, do NOT take any clothes off Clarissa while we’re gone.”
Both of Monserrat’s girlfriends had instant guilty looks. Both of them? Jesús, everyone’s so horny today. All we’re doing is – talking about kink stuff and maybe adding a girl to the polycule. Fine, fine. I better close the loophole I left before we go.
“Clarissa, do NOT take any clothes off my girlfriends, or yourself.”
“What?!” Clarissa startled nervously in her seat. “I wasn’t going to do any such shameless thing.”
“Uh huh.” Monserrat regarded the three girls with a flat, skeptical gaze. “Do not test me on this. This meeting is about what Jenna wants to share, don’t make it about yourselves. I will not be happy.”
“Yes Monserrat,” said all three girls in unison. Jesús, María, y José. Looks like we’re adding Clarissa as a side partner at the very least.
Jenna was just as quiet on the trip up to her room as she had been while Monserrat was admonishing the other girls. Monchi set her on her bed and stroked Jenna’s face gently.
“You okay, baby girl?”
“I’m mad at myself. I wanted to be able to do the whole talk as – as a big girl.”
“I think you’re already getting Little on me. That’s okay. I know you struggle a lot with finding your words with people. Lets get you all the way into Jenny so you can do a proof by demonstration.”
Jenna sighed, staring at Monserrat with watery eyes. It was the most heartfelt, loving expression Monserrat had ever seen from her fiancé. To her surprise, the sheer emotion was stronger even than the night she’d proposed. Is that how this goes? Are we going to fall more in love all the time? Amazing.
“Navi, you’ll take care of me, right?” Jenny’s adorable mixture of hesitant-but-open floated into Jenna’s expression.
“That’s right, Little Girl. Navi’s here, and she’s got you.” Navi popped the buttons on Jenna’s shorts open and peeled the Little girl’s bottoms off.
“What are you doing?” Jenny didn’t resist, but she did kick her legs a bit as she lost half her clothes.
“Did you forget, Jenny? You wear protection.”
Jenny blushed. “But there’s people.”
“People that you’re going to talk to about how you’re little, which includes wearing protection.” Navi unfolded a pullup and reached for Jenny’s legs, only to have the Little girl pull them away. “Jenny-bear!”
“I don’t want a pullup!” Jenny crawled down her bed to its head, which was wedged in a corner of the room.
“You’re not going to get me to budge on putting you in some protection for this, Jenny. Be a good girl.”
“I am a good girl! You always say so! I just don’t want – a pullup.”
Navi raised her brows. “You want a diaper?”
“It’s not like I want one but – but – maybe it’s the right thing to wear.” Jenny wrapped her arms around her knees.
“I think that’s a wonderful idea. Can you come here so I can put a diaper on you?”
“Okay Navi.” Jenny crawled back to the edge of the bed and sat, smiling up at her caregiver.
“You know, you were right. You are a good girl. The very best girl.” Navi patted Jenny’s beaming face and guided the Little girl onto her back. Gently, she lifted Jenny’s hips and slid a pretty yellow diaper under her butt. If it was going to be a demonstration, Navi was determined to have everything be right. She applied lotion carefully to her squirming Little girl, patting powder into a smooth covering on top.
With the diaper fitting snuggly and securely taped, Navi sat Jenny up and kissed her. “I don’t think those little shorts of yours are going to fit over your diaper. Do you want me to put you in a skirt?”
“You’re going to show them my diaper anyway, right?” Jenny hugged Navi’s arm.
“That’s the plan, sweetie. We were going to do that before we even introduced them to the Jenny-you.”
“Then what’s the point of the skirt?” Jenny looked up at Navi pleadingly. “Do – do you think I need a skirt?”
“I don’t think you need one. You’re absolutely adorable in that diaper, and it covers more than a swimsuit would.”
Jenny relaxed, letting her head fall against Monserrat’s bicep. “I trust you. You decide what I need to wear.”
“I love you so much.” Navi heard her voice break and didn’t care. There was too much emotion to get out for her to keep her usual control.
“I love you forever.” Jenny released Navi’s arm and held her hands up. “Up?”
“Any time you want, my love.” Navi picked the Little girl up easily, setting Jenny on her hip. “Ready to meet our girlfriends?”
“Our girlfriends and Clarissa.”
“I think they might all three be our girlfriends by the time we get downstairs.”
“But you told them no taking off clothes!”
“Mm hmm. In your experience, cutie, how much can people do without taking clothes off?”
Jenny giggled and pressed her face into Navi’s shoulder. “They’re naughty! They knew what you meant when you told them not to take clothes off.”
“They are.” Navi laughed. “Do you like being the good girl when other girls are being bad?”
“Maybe.” More giggles from Jenny confirmed yes as an answer to that question, and possibly several other questions besides. Monserrat made her way downstairs, emphasizing her weight on the creaky stairs to give the living room as much warning of their return as possible.
Even with advance notice, the three girls were casting nervous glances at Monserrat as she re-entered the room. Monchi took note that they were all three on the same couch, with Clarissa sandwiched between Niusha and Rachel far more tightly than the couch length required.
They looked a little disheveled too. It was unlikely they’d disobeyed and taken their clothes off, but several articles of clothing had clearly been bunched up and hastily straightened. It was a testament to how much they were in a bottom mindset that it took until Monserrat was standing within two feet of them for the trio to notice Jenny’s diaper.
“Woah, I didn’t expect you to – dress right away,” Niusha said.
“You can just carry her on your hip like that?” Rachel asked in awe.
“Superwoman here is something else. You should see her with the Little girls on the job.” Clarissa surreptitiously slipped her hand out from under Rachel’s waistband.
“Everyone, this is Jenny. Jenny, can you say hi to the other girls? I know you know each other, but they don’t know you like this.” Navi hefted Jenny on her arm to emphasize her support.
“Hi, I’m Jenny.” Though her affect was still shy, Jenny didn’t hide her face as Jenna would have. She smiled at the other girls and even waved at them. Niusha’s comment on Jenny’s diaper hadn’t elicited a reaction at all.
“Hi Jenny.” Niusha leaned forward with a curious expression. “When you’re like this, the lady that’s carrying you is Navi, right?”
“Right!” Jenny puffed up with pride. “She’s my Navi. I can be brave with her here.”
“Wow. This is a transformation. I’m super impressed with you, Jenny.” Niusha had separated herself from the other two horny cats in her fascination. Navi was determined to seize the offered opportunity to keep the morning on track.
“Jenny, would you like to sit with Niusha for a bit and see how you feel with her?” At Jenny’s nod, Navi motioned to the now-empty couch. “Niusha, would you like to take a seat over there? I’m not going to set Jenny down in the middle of the girl-pile.”
“Hey, we got out of a pile as soon as we heard you come down the stairs!” Rachel said.
“Girl, do you have no sense of self-preservation at all?” Clarissa stared incredulously at Rachel.
“Rachel likes to be spanked. If she’s not careful though, she’s going to end up with one of the punishments she doesn’t like.” Niusha crossed to the other couch.
Navi set Jenny on her feet in front of Niusha and turned her attention to Rachel. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem today, is it Rachel? You’re going to be a good girl for me so you can set an example for Jenny, right?”
Rachel’s eyes went wide as Navi took her chin in hand and pressed a thumb to her lip. A number of incoherent sounds spilled out of Rachel’s mouth, but she managed a nod. Navi smiled and patted Rachel’s cheek.
“Oh fuck, you’re going to do your Mommy thing the whole time?” Clarissa was looking up at Navi with almost as much focus as Rachel.
“Here’s another girl who’s going to be good for me.” Navi crouched down and folded Clarissa’s hands in her own lap. “If you can be my good girl, I’ll make sure that Niusha and Rachel get you off.”
“But we hadn’t decided – nobody has talked about anything…” Clarissa was trembling, her chest rising and falling in shallow gasps.
“I think it’s pretty clear that everyone at least wants an afternoon of fun – and I bet Jenny likes to watch as much as Jenna does.” Navi cupped Clarissa’s breast and kissed her before she could respond. Leaving a pair of stunned girls on the couch, Navi rounded the coffee table to check on Jenny.
If she’d had any worries, Navi banished them the instant she saw Jenny in Niusha’s lap. The two of them were cuddling sweetly, talking in low tones. Jenny was relaxed and almost as cuddly as she was with Navi herself. Niusha had an amazed look on her face that was somewhere between tenderness and excitement.
More than that, Jenny was letting Niusha examine her diaper. The Little girl was bold enough to point out the leaf-pattern she liked and let Niusha pat her butt. Jenna would be a frozen statue in the same situation. I don’t think this is only about what I want, anymore. I can’t believe how lucky I am with Jenna.
“What are you two talking about?” Navi took a seat on the coffee table.
“I was telling Niusha about Elizabat!” Jenny smiled shyly. “And – and – about my bedtime.”
“Those are good things for her to know about if she’s going to babysit you.” Navi smirked at both girls’ startled expressions.
“You’d let me babysit?” Niusha asked in a sotto tone.
“If Jenny’s okay with it, but it looks like she likes you a lot.”
“I love Niusha.” Jenny fidgeted on the other girl’s lap. “You mean babysitting like – if you weren’t here?”
“You wouldn’t need a babysitter if I was here. Do you think you might need a trial run when I’m around?”
Jenny bit her lip and considered, finally shaking her head. “No, love Niusha and I trust you. If you say it’s okay, Navi, then it’s okay.”
“Are you sure? Even if Niusha needs to check your diaper?”
Jenny made a noise somewhere between a squeak and a shriek, her face going tomato red.
“She uses them?” Niusha asked.
“Not so far. But a babysitter would need to be able to check at least. Usually when I’m taking care of Jenny I take her to the potty and stay in the room with her in case she needs help.”
“Wow.” Niusha looked searchingly at Jenny.
“It’s – it’s okay if it’s a babysitter you picked,” Jenny said.
“Are you sure, sweetie?” Navi patted Jenny’s diaper, hoping to bring the garment into full focus so the Little girl would have to consider exactly how she felt about it.
“Yes, Navi.” Jenny squirmed, making her diaper crinkle even more. “It’s like – like Elizabat and the diapers. If you picked the babysitter then – then – then part of you is in them.”
“That is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever heard,” Rachel said. Niusha had no comment, but she’d pulled Jenny in for a tight cuddle.
“I’ve got to say, nothing I’ve done on those ABDL jobs prepared me for Jenny. Ya girl is on another level, Monchi,” Clarissa said.
“It’s a lot different to be in love than to be on the job. You still curious about what it’s like with more of an emotional connection, Lyssa?”
“Hell yeah, especially now.”
“Niusha, I’m going to need Jenny back for a bit. Jenny, why don’t you try Lyssa’s lap for a bit? She’s already babysat some Little girls.”
“Okay Navi!” Jenny wormed her way out of Niusha’s grasp, despite the other girl’s reluctance. Niusha rose to follow Jenny until Monserrat intercepted her by grabbing her shoulder. A casual push from Monchi drove Niusha’s butt back on the couch.
At Niusha’s whine, Monserrat shifted her hand to the back of her girlfriend’s neck. “Be a good girl, Nishy. Don’t make me put you on your knees with your hands behind your back.”
“Monchi – fuck – this is for sure ending with what you were teasing Lyssa about, right? You wouldn’t tease us like this, right?” Niusha clamped her knees around her hands.
“Yes hon. Soon. Trust me and do as I say.”
“Okay Monserrat.” Niusha sighed and leaned her head against Monchi’s thigh.
Already on Clarissa’s lap, Jenny was opening up nicely. Lyssa’s experience with AB girls was had put Jenny at ease and apparently into an even more Little frame of mind. By the time Clarissa handed Jenny off to Rachel, the she was downright silly.
A silly Jenny was the perfect match to Rachel’s brash and clumsy manner. The two of them descended into chaos immediately, with Rachel abandoning the couch to take Jenny to the kitchen for cookies.
Keeping an ear out to the kitchen, Monserrat kneeled down by Clarissa. “How’re you doing, Lyssa?”
“I don’t fucking know. Shit, Monchi, I have so many feels right now. Playing with Jenny a little was awesome but…”
“But you’re horny as all get-out?”
“I’m ready to fuck my way through another baseball team right now, if that’s what you’re asking.”
Monserrat stood, pulling Clarissa to her feet as she did. “Lyssa, do you want to submit to me today?”
Clarissa quivered. “So much. Is it okay?”
“All my girlfriends are on board for today at least. We can talk about more later if we all want to.” Monserrat put a hand on Clarissa’s hip and pulled her close. “I need to take care of Jenny. Topping you today would mean having my girlfriends play with you. Is that okay?”
“You mean letting me at the sexy A-F women you’ve been hoarding? Yes please!”
“So greedy.” Monserrat smirked. “Alright, if you want to do this, let’s make it formal. Say: I submit to you, Monserrat.”
“You make girls say a bunch of BDSM novel shit to you now? You didn’t used to have conditions like this.”
“Sometimes I do, especially with first times.” Casually, Monserrat gripped Clarissa’s wrist and twisted it behind the other girl, forcing Lyssa against her. Monchi’s other hand found purchase in Clarissa’s mass of curls and grabbed a serious handful.
“Say it. Tell me you’re submitting to me. Now.”
Clarissa gasped and pressed her breasts against Monserrat, straining against the grip on her hair until her eyes watered. “I submit to you, Monserrat.”
“Good girl.” Monserrat kissed Lyssa hard, yanking on her hair afterwards to pull them apart. “Nishy, come here.”
Niusha was by Monserrat’s side in a flash. She wanted to play, or rather, she wanted her hands on Clarissa and Rachel. It was rare for Niusha to brat or need to be pushed into subbing, she liked accepting orders. That being said, she topped for Rachel more often than not.
“I’m putting you in charge of Clarissa. You can work out with Rachel if you’re topping or if she’s your equal, but Lyssa is yours for the next hour.”
“Yes Monserrat.” Niusha’s eyes gleamed as she used them to mentally undress the girl still in Monserrat’s grasp.
“You’re not going to put limits on her or nothin’?” Clarissa struggled a bit, more for effect than anything, if Monserrat was guessing correctly.
“Do you remember the safeword we used to use?”
“Mariposa,” Clarissa said.
“Nishy, you heard the safeword?”
“Yes mistress.”
“Any other objections, Lyssa? Or are you ready to be Niusha’s toy?”
“I didn’t think you were going to hand me off like this. It’s not fair – I get the situation, but you know I got off when Fiona degraded me.”
“No objections then. She’s all yours, Nishy.” Monserrat sent Clarissa stumbling into Niusha’s eager grasp. Both girls were vibrating with excitement as their lips met. It took a serious effort of will to keep from joining the embrace.
Instead, Monserrat went to the kitchen to collect the other girls. Rachel and Jenny were feeding each other frosting directly from the can. Laughing, Monserrat scooped Jenny up and took the spoon away from her.
“That’s enough sugar for you, Jenny.”
“What about me?” Rachel asked, smirking.
“You’re missing out on all the sugar your girlfriend is getting in the living room.”
“What?!” Rachel jumped up in alarm.
“Clarissa is subbing for Niusha. You get to decide if you want to sub too, or not. Go join them, sexy girl.” Monserrat punctuated her statement with a resounding smack on Rachel’s rear.
Rachel quivered and moaned. “Yes Monserrat.” She scampered to the living room, already loudly complaining about being left out.
“Are they – playing all together?” Jenny blushed, clinging to Navi.
“That’s right, Little girl. Do you want to watch three girls play? While sitting on my lap?”
“Yes please, Navi.” Jenny squirmed until Navi had to grip her diaper and upper back to hold Jenny still.
“I think you’re going to have lots of fun, but you tell me if you get overwhelmed, okay sweetie?”
Jenny nodded emphatically. Navi filled a coffee mug with the kitchen sink’s trademark scalding hot water and carried Jenny to the living room chair. The other three girls had not been idle. Jenny and Navi arrived to see Clarissa already on her knees with her pants off.
They were just in time to see Niusha collect Rachel’s panties, wad them up with her own, and press the bundle of fabric into Clarissa’s mouth. Jenny gasped at the raw sexuality of it. Clarissa was trembling, with an obvious wet patch on the crotch of her own panties.
Navi set the mug on a side table and put Jenny on her lap, facing the girls. She pushed her Little girl’s legs apart and rested a hand on Jenny’s inner thigh, cupping her breasts with the other hand.
As the girls teased and stripped Clarissa, Jenny squirmed delightfully against Navi’s hands. She was quite shamelessly pressing her breasts and crotch into Navi’s hands. Whenever her moans or diaper crinkles got loud, shame would drive her to settle down again. The quiet never lasted long. Jenny was too excited, and seemed to have a lot less control over herself than Jenna did.
Not that the sexy little trio in front of them would have noticed if Jenny made any sound short of a scream. Nisha had her feet on the coffee table, with Clarissa between her legs. Rachel was draped against Niusha, making out with her girlfriend and keeping a tight grip on Clarissa’s hair.
Try as she might, Clarissa couldn’t reach the spot where Niusha’s legs met. It wasn’t for lack of trying, she strained against Rachel’s hand until Monserrat winced at the sheer strength of Lyssa’s tight curls. Without access to her prize, Clarissa’s only option was to worship Niusha’s thighs with her hands and tongue.
Navi tested the water in the mug with her pinkie. Satisfied that it had cooled off enough, she pulled open the front of Jenny’s diaper and poured the warm water in. Jenny froze. When the whole cup was in Jenny’s padding, Navi cradled the Little girl in her arms and kissed Jenny’s throat.
“You’re okay, darling girl. You’re okay.”
“It’s – it’s – it’s not an accident.”
“That’s right. It’s not. It’s just a feeling. A warm feeling.”
“But why?”
“Because it’s going to be a sexy feeling.” Navi palmed Jenny’s crotch and mashed the sopping padding against Jenny’s sex. Her Little girl’s flush and wanton moan were immediate. Jenny clawed at Navi, pulling herself in chaotically for a deep kiss. To Navi’s delight, she felt Jenny twitch and tremble against her as she worked the wet padding with her hand.
“A little one already, baby girl?”
“Navi – I’m so hot – please – it’s not fair. I wasn’t expecting this.”
“Navi’s here, baby girl. You’re okay. I’ve got you.” Navi turned Jenny around again, sitting the girl firmly on her squishy padding. “Look at our girlfriends. They finally let Clarissa taste Niusha.”
Niusha was in the throes of incredible passion, with Clarissa between her legs and Rachel on her breasts. All three of them were naked and slick with sweat. In that moment, Jenny caught Navi by surprise. From Niusha’s description of Jenna’s watching session, she’d expected her Little girl to freeze up. Instead, Jenny straddled Navi’s mighty thigh and ground her crotch against it for all she was worth.
With Navi’s hands under her shirt, Jenny’s moans were unrestrained. She shuddered twice in Navi’s grasp, before crying out in a shout that certainly would have caught some attention if Niusha hadn’t been screaming at the same time.
“Jenny.” Navi panted. “I’m going to take you upstairs.”
“But – everyone’s playing.”
“I don’t want them to see what I’m going to have you do to me.” Navi heaved herself out of the chair with Jenny in her arms.
“You need me to make you feel good?” Jenny clung to Navi with a hopeful, eager look.
“Yes Little girl. Navi needs you badly.”
“I want to lick you everywhere.” Jenny put her want to action, starting with Navi’s neck. “I want to hear your pleasure.”
“That’s the plan.” Navi hurried up the stairs, wondering if the girls would still be around when she and Jenny were done. Not that it mattered, other than for the social aspect. She was determined to wear her Little girl out. More importantly, she was going to wear herself out on her sexy Little fiancé.