Chapter 5
Kim was sleeping in Claire's bed.
She lay on her side with her legs curled, a blanket wrapped around her.
She wore a pale pink nightie which covered her from her shoulders to her ankles. Her small feet were bare, and stuck out of the bottom of the blanket.
Claire's bedroom was good-sized and box-shaped. There was a large bed with a white wood frame, two dressers, a desk, two chairs.
The television provided the only light in the room. The volume was turned down so that it couldn't be heard, but the picture was on.
Claire came upstairs from the kitchen, where she had made the call to the Barton residence when she discovered that Annie was gone.
Claire wondered what was going on at the other house right now.
She wondered what would happen to Annie. Annie was very pretty-but Kim was even more luscious, to Claire at least.
Claire had a taste for nymphets. It was only one of many unorthodox appetites she possessed, or which possessed her.
She stood in the open doorway of her room, looking at Kim.
Claire entered her room, She flicked on a lamp on the night table.
It was a low-wattage bulb, and cast a soft, dim light, nicely atmospheric. Claire shut off the TV. The picture vanished and the screen went dead.
Kim lay on top of Claire's made bed, but not between the sheets. She lay on the sheets and blankets, with a smaller blanket pulled over her.
Claire undressed. The low, intimate lighting added a glowing sensual tone to her fine body. She took off her blouse and skirt.
She leaned over the bed and gently shook Kim's shoulder.
Kim stirred sleepily. Her eyes were blurred with sleep. She yawned, stretched.
"What time is it, Claire?" she murmured.
"Time for bed," Claire said. She looked at the clock on her night table. "It's almost three o'clock in the morning."
The blanket fell to Kim's lap as the girl sat up.
"Guess what?" Claire said. "Annie isn't here. She went over to your house."
"Why'd she do that?"
Claire shrugged. "I don't know. Anyway, she's going to sleep over there. But you can stay here, with me. I think that'll be fun."
Kim scrutinized Claire's body. Her gaze covered Claire's face, her stylish hairdo, her heavy firm breasts, her womanly hips, the thick bush of chestnut brown hair between her legs, the fleshy pussy lips, the long legs.
Claire smiled when she realized that Kim was staring at her.
Kim said, "You've got a great body, Claire."
"Well, thank you, Kim! That's very sweet of you to say so."
"I wish that I was built like you."
"You have nothing to worry about, Kim. You're a beautiful girl!"
"I'm so skinny, though," Kim said. "I wish that I was, well, you know, bigger in the bust. I'm very small," she confessed shyly.
"Don't be silly, Kim! That's perfectly normal for a girl your age!"
"I don't know," Kim said. "When Annie was as old as me, she already had pretty big tits. And lots of the girls in my grade are already real big."
"When Annie was your age, which wasn't so very long ago, Kim, she really wasn't bigger than you. She might have seemed that way to you, but she wasn't."
"Do you think that Annie's pretty, Claire?"
"Very."
Kim paused. "Am I pretty, Claire?"
"No." Claire waited a second, just long enough for Kim's face to fall. Then Claire said, "You're not pretty, you're beautiful!"
"Oh, I am not!" Kim was self-conscious but very pleased.
"Yes you are." Claire's breasts dangled as she leaned over the bed.
She put her hands on Kim's smooth cheeks and kissed the girl's forehead.
Claire said, "I'll tell you what, Kim-since Annie won't be here, there's no need for you to be all alone in the guest room. Stay here with me."
"I'd love to, if you think there's enough room."
"There's plenty. As you can see, this is a big bed. Besides, with you around to protect me, Kim, I won't be scared to be alone."
"Stop teasing me, Claire," Kim giggled.
"Get off the bed for a second, honey, so I can pull down the blankets."
Kim slid her legs across the bed, placed her feet on the floor, and stood up.
Claire folded back the blankets, exposing the white linen sheets.
"There we are, all ready to go!" Claire patted the mattress.
Kim sleepily rubbed her eyes. She got in between the sheets.
Claire got in beside her, Her naked body rustled against the shining sheets.
Kim asked, "Don't you wear any pajamas or a nightie, Claire?"
"To go to bed? No. I sleep in the raw. It feels so much better."
Claire pulled the sheets and blankets up to her and Kim's chest.
She reached over to the night table. Her breasts arched and lifted as she found the switch for the lamp and shut it off.
The room was in darkness. The only light came from the few dim rays from the outdoor street light which leaked in through the edges of the curtains over Claire's windows. Claire snuggled under the blankets.
"Gee, this is fun," Kim whispered. "It's like a slumber party or something."
The sheets smelled fresh and clean. They should have been, since Claire had stripped the bed of the sweat-damp, semen-stained sheets which she and Steve had writhed passionately on. Those sheets were now in the hamper.
The shadowed darkness, which dulled her vision, magnified Claire's other senses.
She could hear Kim's soft slow breathing, and the beating of her own heart. From outside, in the distance, came the muted sound of night drivers.
Claire's naked flesh was warm against the sleek cool sheets. Her body felt sensitized, so that she could feel the heat from Kim's thin body.
Claire said lightly, "I almost forgot to kiss you good night, Kim."
She rolled on her side, facing Kim. Kim lay on her back.
Claire leaned over Kim, her pulse racing. Her bare breasts nuzzled the younger girl's arm as she leaned forward. Claire lowered her head.
Her soft lips pressed against Kim's smooth cheek.
She moved her mouth until it was over Kim's. Her lips pressed softly on the younger girl's. She fondled Kim's soft hair, which fanned out on the pillows.
She kissed Kim lightly-at first. As the seconds passed, Claire increased the pressure. She slipped her tongue between Kim's lips and ran it over her teeth.
Kim gasped with surprise. When her mouth was open and gasping, Claire thrust her tongue into it, and probed her mouth, rubbing Kim's tongue.
Kim stiffened beneath her. Claire rolled on top of her, her superior weight holding her down. Kim was slight and slender beneath her.
After an instant, Claire broke off the kiss, but stayed on top of Kim.
Kim whispered, "What are you doing, Claire?!"
"I like you, Kim. I like you a lot. And when I like somebody the way that I like you, I do what I can to make her feel good."
Kim didn't say anything, but she didn't push Claire off her, either.
Claire took that for a sign of encouragement. "You should have a higher opinion of yourself, Kim. I wasn't kidding when I said that you were beautiful. You're a real little heart breaker!"
Claire fondled Kim's hair, playing with the smooth soft strands.
Claire rubbed Kim's shoulders, then put her hands on Kim's breasts.
Kim's breasts were small and budding little mounds of flesh, slight bumps rising up from her chest. Claire fingered them through the nightie.
"You might think that these are small, but they are beautiful, Kim."
"I'm afraid, Claire!"
"Of what?"
"I-don't know."
"Of me?" Claire asked. "Are you afraid of me, Kim?"
"A little bit, I guess."
"Why? Do you think that I would do anything to hurt you, Kim?"
"No. No, I'm sure you wouldn't."
"Well, I'm glad to hear you say that! I would never hurt you, Kim. I only want to make you feel good-to make you feel better than you've ever felt before."
Kim's breasts felt warm, even through the thin fabric of her nightie.
Claire fondled the breasts slowly and gently, with a light touch.
"Don't you like me, Kim?"
"Sure I do!"
"Then why don't you show it? Kiss me back. Close your eyes, if you like, and pretend that it's your boyfriend who's kissing you."
"You kiss better than any of the boys I've been with," Kim confessed.
Claire laughed softly. "That's not the only thing I can do better than them!"
"Huh? What do you mean, Claire?"
"I'll show you. But first, let's get you out of that nightie."
Claire pulled back the blankets and got off Kim. Her eyes were accustomed to the dimness, and she could see much better now.
Kim sat up. Claire gripped the hem of Kim's nightie and pulled it upward.
"I can take it off by myself, Claire."
"But I want to take it off for you. I like doing things for you, Kim."
Kim's profile was silhouetted against the rectangle of pale light which was the window.
Claire said, "Lift your little bottom off the bed for a second."
Kim lifted herself while Claire pulled the nightie up to her waist.
She caressed Kim, rubbing the backs of her hands against the girl's smooth warm flesh as she pulled the nightie off her completely.
There was a soft thud as the nightie fell to the carpeted floor.
Claire ached to turn to the light on, so she could feast her eyes on Kim's lovely little body. But she felt that even the softest light might fracture the erotic mood of the moment. People do things in the dark which they wouldn't do in the light, Claire knew from experience. The light might intimidate Kim.
Besides, there was a better way than sight to explore Kim's body-and that way was by touching. With her hands ... and her mouth.
Kim sank back down on the mattress, yielding to the soft subtle pressure of Claire's hands. "I feel really strange, Claire."
Claire snuggled close to her and pulled the blankets over them.
Her fingers glided over Kim's soft skin, raising shivers and goose bumps whereever she touched. Kim's little breasts were like ripe, fresh plums.
The breasts rippled under Claire's knowing hands. Kim's nipples puckered and stiffened. Claire smiled to herself in the dark at this evidence of arousal.
She rolled the nipples softly in her fingers, gently squeezing them.
"There ... now, doesn't that feel good, Kimmie?"
"Ummmmmm, yes, it does! Claire?"
"Yes, honey?" Claire continued her gentle stroking of the breasts.
"I know what you want from me-what you want to do to me."
"I want to do this, Kim." Claire kissed Kim's nipple.
"And I want to do this." Kim's other nipple received the same oral attention.
Kim said, "You want to make love to me, don't you, Claire?"
"I am making love to you, Kim, you beautiful child!"
"Make love to me," Kim said. "Kiss me some more, please!"
Kim wrapped her thin arms around Claire's neck and pulled her down.
Claire stretched out full length on Kim's body. This time there was no intervening fabric of the nightie between their flesh.
Claire's heavy breasts grazed and nuzzled Kim's tiny mounds of flesh.
Claire kissed Kim hard on her open mouth. Her tongue was aggressive as it thrust into Kim's mouth, tasting, probing, licking and exploring.
Kim rubbed her tongue against Claire's.
"I'll kiss you all over," Claire whispered. "I'll cover you with kisses!"
Her lips pressed a line of kisses down Kim's swan-like neck. Claire glided her tongue across the younger girl's smooth shoulders.
Kim lay passively on the bed, her breath betraying her excitement as it came in shallow panting gasps. She shivered with excitement.
Claire lavished oral love on Kim's breasts. She nuzzled the small soft mounds, rubbing her face from side to side against them.
Kim's tiny nipples were stiff as pebbles. They were surrounded by Claire's loving lips. which gently nibbled and caressed them.
Soon both of Kim's breasts were covered with Claire's saliva.
Kim's satin-smooth flesh felt hot, feverish.
Claire extended her tongue and pressed its tip against the hollow between Kim's breasts. She left a wet line as she licked her way downward.
Claire parted Kim's legs with her knees. She sat back on her heels. The blankets and top sheet slid off Claire's rounded back and dropped to the foot of the bed.
Claire's naked flesh tingled as it was exposed to the cooler air.
Her head was held over Kim's pussy. Kim's elegant little body was a pale white blur in the shadows of the room.
Claire rested her hands on Kim's narrow hips. The pelvic bones were prominent and jutting. Claire traced their shape with her caressing fingers.
Claire placed her palms on Kim's soft inner thighs. She pushed them to the sides, opening the girl up for her. The flesh was smooth as silk.
Kim whispered, "I feel so strange, Claire-like I'm on fire!"
Claire pressed her lips to Kim's pussy and kissed it.
Kim's pussy lips were thin, soft, delicate.
Claire's tongue explored their shape. The lips were like the petals of a flower.
Kim whimpered softly as Claire continued to lick the labia. She lay with her arms at her sides and her legs open and her eyes closed.
Claire lifted her wet face from Kim's pussy. After a moment, Kim shyly asked her if something was wrong. No, said Claire, everything's right.
"Then-why did you stop?" Kim asked, puzzled.
"I want you to tell me that you want it, Kim. I want you. I want you to belong to me. I want you to be my girlfriend. Only I'll do more for you than any boy ever could. But I want you to say that you want me."
"I've never felt anything like this," Kim said. "Please don't stop, Claire!"
Claire kissed her pussy. "You're a virgin, Kimmie."
Kim covered her eyes with her arm. "Yes, Claire."
"You've never been with a boy-or a girl."
"Never."
"I'm so glad that it's me who'll be the first to have you," Claire said. "Do you ever play with yourself, Kim? With your little pussy? Hmmmm?"
"No, Claire, I don't, really!"
"Ah, don't lie to me, Kimmie!" Claire's fingers fondled the wet labia. "Don't tell me that you don't touch yourself and make yourself all hot."
"Well-sometimes," Kim admitted.
"Well, starting right now, I don't ever want you to do that again, Kim! Any time that you feel all hot and bothered, you just call me up. I'll take care of your needs from now on. You just call me, whenvever you want me."
Claire made Kim promise to obey her instructions.
Satisfied, Claire returned to the delightfully erotic task of arousing this young girl. She fastened her lips on Kim's pussy.
Her tongue pressed harder and more insistently now. Kim moaned as the long wet tongue massaged her pussy lips, making them glow with pleasure.
Kim's pussy was a delicate flower, Claire decided. Her tongue peeled back the petals and dipped inward to taste the sweet, thick nectar inside the flower.
Kim cried out as the tongue entered her.
Claire pulled it out. "Is something wrong, Kimmie? Are you hurt?"
"No!" Kim said breathlessly. "No, Claire! It just felt so intense that I couldn't help myself! Please, please don't stop!"
"You better hang on to yourself, because you're going to feel a lot more intense sensations than that before too long!"
Claire dipped her tongue back inside. Kim was hot and wet and tight.
Secretions dripped from the velvety membranes. Claire's lips nuzzled Kim's pussy lips as she pressed her mouth down to get her tongue deep inside.
The juices tingled on her tongue. Claire tasted fresh and sweet.
A light, fragrant aroma rose up from Kim's pussy, musky and rich.
Kim gasped and moaned as the tongue filled her and fondled her.
Claire reached up across Kim's flat tummy and fastened her hands on the girl's small breasts. She gripped them so that Kim's stiff little nipples protruded in the spaces between Claire's spread fingers.
Claire worked her tongue up Kim's dripping pink slit. Her face was wet with the girl's juices. Her tongue licked upward, contacting the clitoris.
Kim writhed when the tongue burrowed between the labia and pressed against her clitoris. Her clitoris was a perfect little pearl of flesh.
Her pussy was very lightly haired, with a soft downy covering of sandy silken hairs forming a lightly matted tuft.
Claire rubbed her tongue over the clitoris.
Kim moaned faster and faster, her cries rising in volume as Claire pressed her tongue harder down on the clitoris.
Kim's legs jerked. Claire took one hand off the girl's breasts and used it to hold Kim's slim hips down on the mattress, whose bedsprings creaked with their movements.
Claire's tongue ached, but she wouldn't stop until she made Kim climax.
Kim's lungs wheezed like bellows as she gasped for breath. At the end of every breath, her voice broke with a faint wailing cry.
The cries became louder and longer with each passing second.
Claire pressed the smooth wet insides of her puckered lips against the throbbing clitoris. She sucked it up so that it was held between her lips.
Kim's cries increased. Claire increased the pressure of her grip holding down Kim's quivering hips. She whipped her tongue across the clitoris.
Kim couldn't withstand more than a few seconds of such erotic treatment.
She climaxed. Her slender body went rigid, like marble. She shook like she was vibrating to pieces. Her outcry of passion was close to a shriek.
Claire felt the virgin's pussy quivering and contracting against her mouth.
Kim sat up, shivering and shaking Claire released the clitoris from her lips.
Kim crossed her arms over her chest and hugged herself. Then, writhing, in orgasm, she flopped back on the mattress with a loud gasping moan.
The tension left her body. It was now limp as a wet rag. Kim moaned dreamily, her head tilted back, eyes closed, mouth open.
Claire was pleased. The all-important first step was taken.
Kim was hers. She would give the girl a chance to rest and recover from the devastating force of her orgasm. Kim was now laughing and crying at the same time.
Later, Claire would turn on the light, and give herself the pleasure of examining closely the angelic face and exquisite little body of her latest female conquest.
Before this night was over, she would teach Kim how to give pleasure, as well as receive it.
While Kim shuddered with ecstasy, Annie writhed in pain and humiliation.
She was stretched face down across her daddy's lap. She was being punished for her act of snooping by being spanked in front of the adults.
They all were naked-the four adults and Annie.
She lay on Jim Barton's lap. Her hands were behind her back, and he held both her wrists in one of his big hands pinning them to her back.
His other hand was vigorously spanking her quivering bottom.
Annie's naked breasts rubbed against his hairy, muscular thigh.
His leg was looped around her slender ankles, so she couldn't kick and thrash.
Tears spilled down her red face and spattered on the floor.
Her buttocks glowed a dull red color from the spanking he had already given her. He was a big man with a strong, hard-hitting hand.
He spanked her slowly and deliberately. Her buttocks rippled whenever the open hand smacked down on them. She grunted from each separate impact.
Annie's bottom ached. But a thousand times worse than the pain of the spanking was the supreme humiliation of being punished in such a childish fashion in front of the adults-especially in front of Caroline.
When her daddy had held her on his lap in the kitchen, and stroked her, and told her that he loved her Annie thought that he-well, she was so confused by the erotic sensations flooding her body, that she wasn't sure what he would do to her.
She wasn't sure what she wanted. She guessed that in the back of her mind she really wanted her daddy to acknowledge that she was a woman and not just his little girl-that she was sexy and nubile-that she could satisfy him better than Caroline ever could.
When she felt his cock harden under her soft buttocks, becoming a massive erection, she thought that her daddy would become-her lover.
But it hadn't worked out like that. Despite the rigid rod of flesh which had grown as a result of rubbing against her buttocks, Daddy was still mad at her.
He told Annie that he was serious when he said she would be punished.
Jim Barton eased her off his lap and stood up. His stiff cock stood out straight from his hips. Annie wanted to stare at it, but she demurely lowered her eyes.
Jim took her by the hand and led her toward the living room.
Annie dug in her heels, rebelling. Did the others have to see her like this?
Daddy answered her with a stiff swat across her bottom. It scared her more than it hurt her. He hustled her into the living room.
Annie was overwhelmed by the sight of so much naked flesh surrounding her.
But her own nudity intimidated her. She couldn't help but compare her own form with Caroline's voluptuous physique, or Gloria's superb athletic body.
Annie hung her head and stared at the floor. Before she looked away, she had seen Warren, Gloria, and Caroline staring at her.
Jim Barton explained to the others that since Annie had seen them in the nude, he thought it only fair that they see all of her.
For her naughty, sneaking act of spying, Annie would be punished. She would be given a good old-fashioned spanking across his lap.
Annie wailed with dismay. She hadn't expected anything like that!
She whined in protest, but fell silent when Daddy spoke sternly to her, and reminded her that bad little girls should be seen and not heard.
Jim Barton said that while he generally didn't believe in the use of corporal punishment, here was one case where a spanking was clearly indicated.
Warren said that he and Gloria had spanked Claire until she was well into her teens. He felt such treatment had aided her in growing up into a fine, loving daughter.
Gloria added that while she hated to punish her child, she loved to kiss and comfort the girl afterwards. That was the best part of it all, she said.
Caroline said that in her opinion Annie was long overdue for a spanking, and that she would be more than glad to give it to her.
The adults were laughing and joking, but their comments only disguised a heavy, brooding atmosphere of sexuality. It was like the heavily oppressive stillness which precedes a violent electrical thunderstorm.