Chapter 60

Clarissa had invited a half dozen people to her house for a party. It was, of course a big house, and with the half dozen people there were a half dozen spouses that went with them, and another dozen or so kids. The adults had adjourned to the upstairs where the drinking and socializing had begun.

Clarissa, knowing her guests would be bringing their children, had hired a baby sitter, Kimmy, who was sixteen and attractive. Clarissa herself had licked her lips at the thought of seducing Kimmy. She was of medium height with a curvaceous figure, and soft pouty lips that looked like they belonged wrapped around a cock or, as Clarissa felt, her clit. Kimmy had ful, l round grapefruit-sized breasts, and a taught round ass that was just perky enough. Already the group of adults was getting rowdy, as alcohol was being poured freely. Downstairs the kids were confined to some degree to the playroom which had all of Amber’s toys.

There was a bowl of punch and cookies and sandwiches on a table set up, and already Kimmy’s head was spinning. She was getting paid a lot for babysitting, but this was the first time that she had had so many kids to look after. There were four boys and nine girls including Amber. The boys were Tommy, Kenny and Trey; the girls excluding Amber were Mary, Beth, Dora, Nikki, Jasmine, Carol, Hannah, Julia, and Kimberly.

After the first couple of hours of playing in the back yard and then another hour inside when it got dark, the younger kids were exhausted and fell asleep involuntarily. That left Jasmine, Amber, Kenny and Beth awake with Kimmy sitting around a table in the playroom.

“We should do something, Kimmy,” said Jasmine.

“Sure,” Kimmy said, “what would you like to do?”

“Something fun,” Amber said.

“Okay?” Kimmy said, “Like what?”

“We could go swimming,” Kenny said.

“No, we have to stay in the house,” Kimmy said. “Something indoors.”

“How about Spin the Bottle?” Beth said.

“With only one boy?” Jasmine said, “Eww.”

“We could play Dares?” Amber said, handing a cup of punch to Kimmy.

Kimmy drank it down in one gulp. “No, we have to do something that won’t get me in trouble. I mean, your mom is just right upstairs,” Kimmy responded.

“Like she is going to come down and check,” Amber asked.

“She might,” Kimmy said.

Upstairs, Clarissa had pulled Monica Jenkins away into one of one of the many bathrooms. Monica was on her knees in front of the counter her tongue sliding up and down Clarissa’s swollen slit. Clarissa pulled at her hair, “You are a sweet pussy licker, Monica,” she moaned between gasps.