Jenny's Sleepover I

Jenny's Sleepover I
By NAMB

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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"Aw, mom does Jenny have to have all her girlfriends over here?"

"Yes, she does, Jason. She's turning 11 on Saturday, and she wants a sleepover."

"But all those giggling little girls!" I protested. Actually I was hoping that Jenny would have her friend Wendy over. Wendy was 12 and was already growing in the right places. My friend Frank and I had a crush on her.

"She's only going to have 6 of her friends over, so there won't be that many. Don't be such a baby. You're 13 years old. Act like it. You can put up with it for one night."

I shook my head, but mom softened the blow. "Why don't you invite Frank over? The two of you can lock yourself in dad's den and play games on his computer."

"OK, mom," I surrendered. I tried to sound disappointed, but I actually liked the idea. Frank was my best friend, and we discovered during a previous visit that my dad's computer didn't have the same filtering program as the one in the kitchen. We could look at it in private, and knew of some interesting sites we wanted to visit.

Saturday arrived and so did my sister's friends. Frank arrived with his cute sister, Tamura – luckily he left his nerdy looking 9-year-old sister, Susan at home. We tried our best to pretended to ignore the girls. Wendy was among the girls my sister invited. We hoped she'd wear something revealing.

We were well into surfing the net and looking at some very sexy pictures when we heard the girls come down in the family room. The door between their room and ours did little to keep out the noise, especially since they were playing the CD player at nearly full volume.

Frank and I took turns peeking under the door. Our sight was limited, but we could see enough. At first, the girls were just dressed in their street clothes, but one by one, they slipped off to the bathroom and got changed. Wendy was last to change and she did not disappoint us. Some of the girls were wearing flannel or cotton pajamas not too much different than those boys wore except for the color and the designs on them. Another girl wore a silk pants suit. Yet another girl just wore a running suit.

Wendy wore what we heard was called a "baby doll." It looked like a bikini and had a long silky top you could almost see through. Frank and I were already as hard as 13-year-olds can get when we were looking at the girls on the computer. This girl was real!

We heard the girls giggling and huddling in the corner. All of a sudden the light went out in the girls' room, and then came back on after a couple of seconds of darkness. There were a pair of feet standing directly in front of the door. The door swung in slowly, hitting me in the head.

"Ow," I said, trying to sit up but falling backwards onto my butt.

"So you were spying on us!" my sister said as I looked up at her from the floor. "We could see your shadows from under the door."

Denial was impossible so I just said nothing.

It was then that there was a collective gasp from the girls behind her as they noticed the picture on the computer.

"Omigod!" my sister shrieked. "Ewe, that's gross!" another girl said.

"Is that what you were you hoping to see?" my sister asked. "Did you think you'd catch a look at us girls? Did you expect to see Wendy with her clothes off?"

I was embarrassed. I looked over at Frank to see his red face too.

"Do think I don't notice the way you two look at her whenever she's around?"

She let the words hang there in silence for a moment with some nervous tittering from the rest of the crowd and then added, "I'm going to tell mom."

I pleaded with her, "No don't. Dad will kill me."

I saw an expression on my sister's face that told me that I was in trouble. She always got that evil look whenever she knew she had me and was getting me in trouble.

"We were playing 'Truth or Dare' and Wendy's dare was to take her top off. Would you boys like to see that?"

Frank and I both gulped and nodded a "yes."

"There is just one thing. You boys are going to have to take your bottoms off."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Oh, nothing like that. Just strip down to your underwear."

What else could we do? Jenny's seen me in my underwear all the time; I've seen her in her bra and panties so this wasn't a big deal. We each had bathing suits that showed more. The thought of being dressed like that in front of other girls was sort of uncomfortable, but to get a look at Wendy topless was worth it.

"Here's how it's going to work. You and Frank go in dad's den and strip down and turn off the light. We'll have Wendy strip here. Then we'll turn out the light. We'll tell you when you can come out."

Frank and I went back into the den and soon were sitting in our underwear in the dark. We saw the light go out in the family room. Shortly thereafter, we heard my sister say, "OK boys, you can come out now."

We shuffled our way out cautiously into the darkness. The lights came on. Flashes went off as some of the girls took pictures. When our eyes became accustomed to the light we could see that all the girls were still fully dressed, including Wendy. She was wearing a sweat shirt and held her top and bra in her hand.

"Hey, she's not topless!" Frank complained.

"That's not part of the deal," I added.

The girls laughed, "All we said was that Wendy would take off her top, and she did!"

"What a gip," I said, turning to go back to the den. It was then that we realized that we were in a circle of girls. We never made it to the den.

At my sister's command, "get 'em girls" we were rushed by three girls each. Soon we were on the floor with our underwear being pulled down. Catcalls and whistles came from the girls. Eventually both of us were flat on our backs with girls pinning our arms and legs. A few more pictures were snapped. Some of the girls paraded around waving our underwear.

"You're not going to tell about this, and we're not going to tell about the computer," my sister said.

"What are you going to make them do, Jenny?" asked Amber.

"I don't know yet," Jenny said, suddenly realizing that she was now the leader of this group, and that her friends expected more than just seeing a couple of boys' "pee-pees."

"Any of you girls see a penis before?" she asked. "I mean not little babies or little boys. I mean big boys, our age or older?" She immediately clarified.

"I did!" piped up Barbara, and then she blushed.

The girls were all over her comment. "Tell us more. When? Who?"

"It was my cousin, Mark. He was over my house and he went to the bathroom. What he didn't know was that unless you lock the bathroom door, it pops open when you walk by in the hall. I was walking by and the door popped open. I saw him there. He was kneeling in front of the toilet with his clothes off, and he was rubbing his thing."

"Penis!" yelled out the ever precocious Amber.

"You want to show us what he was doing?" I asked.

Barbara blushed and mumbled something inaudible.

"Then tell us what you saw!" April insisted.

"Well, I didn't see that much." Barbara went on, "I just saw that it was all big and stiff and standing out on its own. And he had his hand wrapped around it and he was moving it back and forth along the length and over the head."

"Big and stiff?" April asked.

Then Tamura put in her two cents, "I saw one too!"

"Oh yeah, who?" April asked.

"Him!" she said pointing to her naked brother.

"No way!"

"Yes," Tamura continued, "I can see into the bathroom between our rooms. I don't think he knows that. One day when I heard him come in, I decided to peek to see if I could see him pee. Instead he undid his belt and pulled down his pants and underwear to his knees. Then he put a magazine on the counter. His penis was big and hard already and he put it in his right hand and started pulling on it."

"And then what?"

"I don't know. Mom came into my room at that very moment, and she almost caught me peeking in on him."

"Did you see him again?"

"No, I think he moved his activities into his bedroom. Sometimes he comes in, gets some toilet paper, and leaves. Then he comes back in about 15 minutes and flushes the toilet paper. Sometimes he still has his clothes off and I can see his penis, it's still big, but not as hard as the first time I saw it."

I looked over at Frank. He was blushing a bright red.

"So what's with the big and stiff thing?" Amber asked.

Judy added, "Don't you girls remember anything from Ms. Kelly's class. That's what happens when boys get excited and are ready to have sex."

I felt like a specimen in the biology lab as the girls continued to talk about us as if Frank and I weren't even there. I was surprised at how much my baby sister and her friends knew about sex. Girls weren't supposed to know about this stuff.

Judy went on, "Then they put their penises inside a woman, and sperm comes out. That's how babies are made."

"Do you think we can make their sperm come out?" Alice asked.

"It's called an ejaculation," Judy announced. I remember my sister telling me that Judy wanted to be a nurse, so I guess that's why she knew the name for everything.

"I'm not going to let them put their thing in my thing," April said.

"Penis! Vagina!" Shouted Judy.

"Don't we have to make them big and hard first?" Amber asked.

"It's called an erection. Sheeze Amber, were you sleeping through sex-ed class?"

"How are we going to do that?" Alice asked.

"Well, I suppose we have to have him rub it like Barbara's cousin. Maybe we can make Frank rub his too." Amber said. Turning to Judy she said, "I suppose there's a name for that too!"

Judy was there with the answer, "It's called masturbation."

Barbara added in her comment, "When I asked my aunt about it, she told me my cousin was 'playing with himself.' I really didn't know what she meant by that."

"Yeah, my dad caught Frank doing something," Tamura added, "I didn't know what it was at the time, but I think he caught Frank masturbating."

"I don't know a lot about it," Judy admitted, "but apparently boys like doing it. It makes them feel good."

"So why don't we make the boys do it?" Amber asked. "Frank seems to know how to do it. Maybe he can teach Jason, and we can have the boys put on a show for us."

I knew how to do it. Frank and I didn't do it together, and we didn't even talk about it with one another. I would just die if anyone else knew how much I jerked off, especially my kid sister.

"I got a better idea," my sister finally added. "I don't want to let the boys up because I'm afraid they will run off."

"We have pictures," Alice piped in.

"I still don't trust them," Jenny said. "But if Barbara and Tamura are right, then if we rub them …" "Masturbate them," Judy added. "If we masturbate them," my sister continued, "we should be able to make them get hard." "Give them an erection," Judy laughed, realizing that her clinical description of everything was now becoming comical.

It wasn't funny to me, but I could do nothing with the girls sitting on my arms and legs. The whirlwind of conversation had me too confused to even complain. It was slowly dawning on me that the girls were planning to do something more than just look at us.

"Ok," Jenny said, "so who wants to do this?"

I was expecting Judy or Amber to jump right in there, but instead she made another suggestion. "Well, since the boys have the hots for Wendy, why don't we have her do it?"

Wendy bit her lip, "Well, I don't know … I mean." Her protests were cut off. "Come on." "They wanted to see you." It's only fair." "You can do it, girl."

"I don't know what to do," Wendy protested.

"Girls!" April suddenly announced, "Why don't we look on the computer. If they have sex sites for the boys to look at, maybe they have sex sites that us girls can see. Why don't we look up 'masturbation' and see what it gives us. Maybe we'll even see some pictures.

"OK," my sister agreed. "But I'm tired of holding the boys down. Let's tie them up so they can't get away."

This task was soon done courtesy of some duct tape. Some of the girls took some more pictures. We were left on the floor with Alice and Barbara as guards. The two girls stood over us straddling our bodies. I know these girls; I've seen them with my sister all the time. They're puny, skinny little girls that barely top out at 5 feet. Yet standing there, in that pose, they towered over us and looked so dominating.

In the den, the girls were gathered around the computer with my sister at the controls. I from my position on the floor, I couldn't see the screen, but I could see a bunch of cute girl butt as they all huddled around the screen. Alice and Barbara got up on their toes and leaned forward to get a view.

Meanwhile from the den came a tangle of girlish voices.

"Go to Google." "Type in 'masturbation.'" No, it's a 'u' not an 'e.'" "Wait a minute, go to the advanced settings and take off the safe search." "Oh, it IS off. I guess the boys got here before we did." "Oh, click on that one."

"What's 'Jackin World'," one of the girls asked.

"I think that means masturbation. I heard some boys talk about 'jerking off' one of the boys called it 'jackin off.' I guess that's what it means."

"Click on it!"

"Let's see if we can find some pictures."

"Look, there's a group called 'Females giving men handjobs!' You see, it can be done."

Apparently the girls found a site they found particularly amusing as they all let out a yell and started giggling. By this time, the conversation was being conducted in screams and howls.

Luckily for the girls, there was a lull in their roar long enough to hear the door at the head of the stairs open. That shut them up in a hurry. It was my mom who yelled down from the top of the stairs, "Hey, keep it down, girls!"

Jenny yelled back to her, "OK, mom. We'll keep it down."

Half of me wanted to yell up to my mom to come rescue me, but the other half found that prospect embarrassing. More embarrassing than lying naked on the floor while my kid sister and her friends discussed how they were going to masturbate Frank and me.

Barbara laughed, "That's exactly what we're trying not to do. We don't want to keep it down. Do we girls? We want to get it up." This statement was followed by all the girls bending over with an extreme case of the giggles and shushing one another.

Mom closed the door, and the girls swarmed back to the screen. The conversation was conducted in whispers and titters now.

"Look how big his penis is. Do you think we can make the boys that big?"

"I don't know. I think they have to get older to get big like that. Look at all that hair on the guy on the screen. Now look at Peter and Frank. They barely have hair down there."

"Look at that. You see how she grabs it and moves it up and down. I think we could do that."

"Yeah, I want to try that."

"So who goes first?"

"I thought we decided Wendy would go first."

"But it's your party, Jenny, why don't you go first."

My sister let out, "Ewe, do my own brother? Yuck!"

"I tell you what. Why doesn't Wendy do your brother, and you can do Frank."

Wendy knelt down straddling my legs. The rest of the girls crowded around. I looked up at a forest of girls, none of which were looking at my face. One of the girls was still snapping pictures.

"Touch it." I heard Amber say.

Wendy reached out and touched my penis. When erected, it stood out proudly at about 5 inches. It was anything but erect at the moment. Yet Wendy's touch electrified it.

"It's … it's too small," she said.

"Then use your fingers until you can make it bigger," Judy suggested.

Wendy rolled the head around in her fingers for a couple of seconds.

"Yuck!" she screamed. "He peed on me."

"That doesn't look like pee," April ventured as she touched her finger tip to it. "It's slippery." She put her finger up to her nose. "It doesn't smell like pee."

"Maybe that's sperm," Judy suggested.

"Well, I don't want it all over my hands," Wendy protested.

That put a stop to the girls' play for a moment until my sister got an idea. "Here, use these," she said, producing a pair of latex surgical gloves. "My mom uses them when she paints. It keeps her hands from getting paint on them."

I watched as Wendy stretched and smoothed the gloves over her hands. Then the girls crowded around and shut down my vision again.

It didn't take Wendy long to have my penis standing straight up.

"I bet it's big enough to grab now," Amber suggested.

"It looks like my cousin's," Barbara added.

From the giggles and titters of the crowd around Frank, I could tell that my sister was having success with his penis.

Wendy wrapped her hand around my penis and pumped it up and down. The rubber gloves were quickly covered with my precome, as she manipulated the lubricated sheath over my organ. I knew that I could not resist, and that soon I would be surrendering my ejaculate to her.

From my side I heard Frank panting and letting out a groan. I didn't have to see it to know what was happening. My sister squealed and the other girls covered their faces and giggled. "You go, girl," Alice said. The girls were appreciative of my sister's success with my friend, but there was still a show going on between my legs.

Wendy was working her magic on my organ, and now I had all 7 girls crowded around me. Wendy brought me to the edge. Even if I could fight it, I didn't want to. Wendy, the girl that launched hundreds of jerk offs at my own hands, was now in charge of my penis. My entire essence was in her fist. I closed my eyes and shot my load.

"Keep pumping it, Wendy," one of the girls said. "Let's see how much you can get out of it."

Wendy obliged, working my penis with renewed enthusiasm. She pumped me until I was depleted. It was just beginning to get painful when the lack of semen caused her to stop.

The girls eventually cut our bonds and let us up. They ordered us to clean ourselves up. They made us jerk off for them a couple more times that evening. Finally they sent us back into dad's den each with a kiss (even from my sister). Somehow we just didn't feel like surfing the porn sites anymore.