A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week2/Sleepover/Games/S&L Unlucky/Vivian/Hidden/Blind/Secret/Snacks/Vivian/Garage
"Oh, thanks - I guess - but no, th-that's okay. But you can still have your bath if you want to."
Sally's reaction threw Julia. Had she somehow misread this young girl who was still masturbating in front of her? Obviously all of her daughter's friends were far too young for her, yet hypocritically Julia felt slighted that Sally might find her too old. Her sex drive was still as high as it was when she stumbled into puberty and she was nearly still as flexible in the bedroom. So the idea that she could be rejected by this bothersome minx after warming up to the crazy notion of sharing an orgasm with the coy little preteen and forced instead to go back to her book was nearly insulting.
Julia almost repeated her offer, but thought better of it. Whether Sally was coming onto her or not didn't matter. She had enough firsthand experience with teenage sleepovers to know that these girls didn't need any encouragement, and Julia was already plenty encourageable being on her second glass of wine. She had no doubt they would get more than their fill of fun without Julia sticking her fingers into... certain places. Instead, she closed her open legs, picked up her glass, and smiled brightly. "Suit yourself!"
"B-but have you seen Vivian at all? Sylvia had said she was... helping Mr Potts?"
"Yes, I'm sure. Those two have been spending a lot of time together lately. He's usually in the garage, his little 'man cave' as he likes to call it. Probably in there tapping or screwing some such thing. I'm not sure what goes on in there!" she notes with a chuckle. Sally wasn't sure if she had a better idea, but what Sylvia and Chelsea had insinuated was not something she was about to volunteer to Mrs. Potts.
"Okay then... th-thanks!"
The nervous girl abruptly turned and left, shuffling out into the hallway and around the corner, but she stopped not far away. Her heart was racing and her pussy was electric. The young thing doubled over and pawed at her pussy, opening herself up with a slight squat trying to get a better angle of her privates before pulling her lips apart.
Prying herself open in a thoroughly unladylike pose in the hallway, Sally found her small clit was furiously pink. Allowing even the air to brush against it sent shivers up her spine and down her legs. Although her love nub had been given lots of attention over the past several minutes, her pussy still yearned to be stretched, so she slipped a single finger inside herself to placate her growing desires only to discover that she was even more turned on than she realized. Despite how mortifying it had felt to touch herself right in front of Elly's mom, she must not have hated it either. Her body had responded positively anyhow.
Recognizing how sorry of a state she was falling into, Sally removed her penetrating digit, sucking on her bottom lip as she slid out of herself, and stared down at her slickened finger. It was becoming scary how much she wanted it, more than she was willing to admit to herself, but she was unable to avoid the heat building inside her since her fingers still wouldn't be able to take a break until she finally made it back downstairs. Anxious and twitchy and thoroughly distracted, she brought her fingers beneath her again so she could continue her search, spreading her excitement along her vulva and working it into her pink flesh as her feet trudged forward.
Sally approached the door to the garage a few moments later, pausing only once near the kitchen to pay some extra attention to her task. In a bit of a daze, and wanting to get this over with, she opened the door far too casually only to freeze in place before she could enter. Vivian was indeed with Mr. Potts, and, despite what the other girls had teased, Sally was not ready for what she found.
Not far away from her, Vivian was kneeling on the floor next to an older car. Her hair was messy, her yellow bra had slipped or been pushed down her torso to her waist, and there was a thick veiny cock in her mouth. Mr. Potts' pants were at his ankles and he was thrusting his hips at Vivian's face, stuffing a sizeable stiffy past her lips over and over again, Vivian jerking whenever he hit the back of her throat.
It was quite a sight for a young girl to behold. Sally wasn't even certain what she was seeing at first. It was so shocking that it even took her a few seconds to remind herself to keep masturbating. In fact it was so shocking that she told herself that she must be wrong. There was no way Vivian could be doing such a thing with her uncle, so she clearly just didn't understand what was really going on.
But as Sally stared past the door, the impossible things she was witnessing became more real. She could see Vivian's hands roam across her uncle's bare legs. She saw Mr Potts clench his butt and thighs to help him buck forward. Then she watched Vivian touch herself and moan, a lustful, tingle inducing sound. Then she watched the teenager gasp for air after gagging on one particularly forceful thrust. And if any doubt remained, Sally could no longer have any uncertainty about what was going on when the full length of Mr. Pott's slobbery cock was left to bob freely in the air, Vivian pushing him away and coughing as spit dribbled down her chin.
Sally nearly came to her senses when Mr. Potts lifted Vivian to her feet, thinking it all might be over. But when he spun Viv around and pushed her up against the car Sally's curiosity kept her feet from moving. She diligently rubbed herself as she watched Vivian push her ass out and Mr. Potts reach underneath her with his hand. It was only when he sunk himself into Vivian, his niece crying out as he entered her, that Sally woke up from her daydream.
The preteen peeper all but slammed the door as she pulled it shut. She was hit hard by the immense guilt for having watched them as long as she did, even though she continued to rub herself feverishly now that the door was closed, unable to control her pace. But it was that devotion to her task that happened to muddle her thinking. She didn't consider that they must have heard the door when she closed it so forcefully. If not for that she surely would have fled, but her thoughts were spinning in circles. She was still gripping the handle firmly, even leaning on it for balance, contemplating whether she should interrupt them by knocking or go back to see Mrs. Potts, all the while failing to consider that she could just go back downstairs, when the door unexpectedly swung open and pulled her into the garage. Sally stumbled forward before slamming into the front of Darryl Potts.
"What the heck...?"
"AAHHH! S-sorry! I'm sorry!" stammered Sally, her eyes fixated on the floor.
"The hell is all this?" Darryl took a step back from Sally for a better look at her. "What are you getting up to, Sally?"
"Sally?" came Vivian's voice from somewhere behind him.
"N-nothing! I didn't see anything!"
"Oh yeah? So you weren't just spying?"
"Well, I... I didn't mean to!"
"That so? You were just accidentally spying? Are you accidentally masturbating right now too?"
Sally pulled her hands away from her crotch and tucked them behind her back. She quickly looked up to proclaim her innocence but couldn't form the words required to lie right to Mr. Potts' face. "I, um... I... I... it wasn't..."
Before she could finish stuttering out her reply, someone hooked Sally's arm and pulled her out of the garage, shouting "Bye uncle!" as they hurried away.
Vivian pulled Sally out to the living room, giggling and leaning against her hapless compatriot as they went. "Gawd, you're so bad Sally! Such a horny little bitch!"
Sally ignored Vivian's comments, still processing what she'd seen. The slutty teenager lifted her bra back into place over her tits and pulled her messy hair back into a ponytail with a scrunchy from her wrist, all the while rambling on about how she was just teasing her uncle, how Chelsea had dared her, and a number of other fumbling excuses as she swayed from side to side. It was only after they both had a moment to calm down, Vivian remaining handsy as Sally continued masturbating, that Sally could catch her thoughts long enough to press for more details.
"You... and your uncle... Wh-what were you doing in there?"
"I dunno. What did you see us doing?"
"Um... I dunno exactly," she lied, trying to give the older girl a way out if she wanted it.
"And what were you doing while you were watching us?" Viv teased in return.
"N-nothing."
"Yeah? Me either! I wasn't doing anything in there!" Vivian said with a chuckle.
"Well... the girls said I had to ruh... rub myself until I found you."
Vivian stepped closer, grabbing Sally's waist and bumping up against the back of Sally's hand. "If you found me, why are you still rubbing yourself?"
"I... ahmmm... I mean when I go downstairs. I can't stop. B-because of the game. I half to... keep rubbing until then."
"Is that what all this is then?" Sally jumped hearing Mr. Potts again. She didn't notice him wander into the living room and he was right next to the two girls a few steps later, notably with his pants back on. "Some sorta prank?"
"N-no."
"Would you be mad if it was?" beamed Vivian with a giggle, spinning the two of them to face Darryl.
Mr. Potts opened his mouth but interrupted himself when he looked down at Sally still rubbing herself. "I... wouldn't say mad exactly," he relented, glancing around suspiciously.
"What? Can't my friend enjoy herself?" Called out, Sally self consciously pulled her hand away from her crotch again but Vivian promptly guided Sally's digits back to her mound, encouraging her to keep going.
"Ah. I get it. This is some kinda dumb sleepover crap isn't it?"
Vivian replied with a saucy grin, locking arms with Sally and nuzzling into her. "It's not dumb! It's a game, uncle. Can't you tell?"
"Yeah, sure, sure. Some game thing. Games are fun and all, but are you gonna stay out here, or...?" asked Darryl, nodding his head back toward the garage.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to play a game with us?"
Pressing herself forward, trying to hump Sally's side, Vivian leaned on Sally almost out of necessity being far more inebriated than her younger partner. But Sally couldn't be called sober, finding herself instantly bemused by Viv's unbridled badgering of her uncle. Meanwhile, watching these two stripped down girls smile broadly as they posed and masturbated right in front of him gave Mr. Potts little reason to go anywhere.
"Yeah, something like that. If you're offering."
As drunk and frisky as she had been all evening, Vivian leaned down to nibble on Sally's earlobe and run her hand down Sally's slender frame. She contemplated this latest prospect with a few giggles, which was more thinking than she had done since dinnertime. The trouble was, despite making the offer, she wasn't sure that she wanted to share Darryl's dick. She certainly didn't have to, but she at least decided to counter her own proposal, with, "Only if Sally is up for it."
"Huh? Up for what... exactly?" Sally asked nervously, a crack in her smile.
"Watching me play with my uncle! Maybe we could 'play' on the couch!" Vivian laughed and pulled Sally down with her, the two of them landing in the middle of the sofa. Darryl gawked at them, raising a hand to rub the back of his neck uncomfortably.
"I don't think that Julia would, uh... appreciate that."
"Sh-she's having a bath," Sally stammered helpfully.
"See, uncle? Auntie's having a bath... And I'm sooo horny... Mmm, Sally too..."
Throwing kisses at her friend, Vivian wrapped a leg around Sally and groped her nude partner quite gratuitously. Sally did not want to get pulled into anything by Vivian, but it seemed to already be happening. If she didn't say something quickly, Vivian would likely start to finger her on the couch right in front of Mr. Potts! If not for the fact that it would be shameful and terrifying to have Viv's uncle witness that, part of her did want to receive more of Vivian's special brand of overzealous drunken affection. But it wouldn't be so bad just to watch them... would it?