Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Jennifer and Amber – Watching Cartoons  
Keywords: M/ff, nymphets, petting
Summary: Two darlings sprawled on the floor in short skirts. Much better than the cartoons.

You have probably read a few of my adventures with Jennifer and Amber, the nymphets that come to me as a gift from God. Which I mean quite literally; they are only in the world you and I know when they are with me. I awaken to find one or both of them, we share a blessed and delightful time, and usually we fall asleep together. When I awaken, they have returned to their home.
Jennifer and Amber occupy a special place in my life, one my family can’t fill. In one of their roles, they are sex playmates for me. In another, they are two dear young girls that I can spoil and indulge and nurture without interfering with their parents. They aren’t really young or old. Our concepts of age simply don’t apply to nymphets, who come into being for a particular human friend. I haven’t dared to ask what happens when I die, but I am sure that the nymphets then become something else close to God. After all, they have never sinned, any more than any other angel sins.
Like many retired fellows, I enjoy napping whenever I wish during the day. There is such a luxuriant feeling as a nap begins to creep over one, seducing and inviting one to let everything mind itself for a while and to float into a doze. In my own case, the temptation of a nap includes the possibility of finding a nymphet or both of them waiting when I wake, and so it happened this afternoon. I awoke with a sharp appetite for supper and a warm sense of joyful well-being. I knew my nymphets were in the house before I heard them playing at backgammon. 
“Hi, Uncle Grouchy!” came two high squealing voices. “We’re almost done,” said Jennifer.
“You’re almost done, you mean,” said Amber. I could see her position on the table was far better than Jennifer’s was.
The only minor problem with backgammon is that my girls tend to cheat. They use pixie dust to make the dice do amazing things and the games sometimes end in fights, which send dice flying and pixie dust scattering and end up with bare bottoms across my lap for spankings. Did I say problem? Why would that be a problem?
This particular game ended peacefully with a victory for Amber. She appears to be about twelve, an elf who has just turned the first corner to puberty. She has tiny but formed breasts, a high forehead, long blond hair and a delightfully small, round bottom. 
Her best friend forever, Jennifer, looks around fourteen. She looks like a seraph who has taken a few more steps into womanhood. Her breasts are larger than Amber’s but still girlish and small. Her waist and her hips are more formed. She also has a fine spray of flaming pubic hair to match her bright red head. Amber has a pubic area as smooth as her lovely bottom is. Each girl is marvelous, perhaps even perfect, of her kind.
After the game, we got in each other’s way in the kitchen to make dinner. I made fried chicken and tater tots and we enjoyed dinner together, almost like when my son and daughter were children instead of parents themselves. The girls talked about their friends and the studlings, the male equivalent of nymphets. “You’d laugh silly if you knew who in your church gets to play with some of the studlings,” Amber said. But they keep their secrets and I still wonder who.
We washed the dishes after supper and the girls pulled me into the living room to watch cartoons. I have enjoyed the Warner Brothers cartoons for more than fifty years and the girls like them too. So we settled on the floor together. It is one of the effects of my nymphets; when they are with me, my body is that of a man of around thirty-five and not my rather greater age. I can get onto the floor and stand up again easily. 
I was leaning my back against the sofa and my girls were on each side of my, lying on their tummies. They scooted back to put their bottoms close to me and their feet were raised, their shins resting against the couch and their ankles crossed in that lovely pose. They were dressed similarly: a short denim skirt, T-shirt, and bare feet. I had not yet glimpsed their panties, not even when they sat cross-legged on the floor during the backgammon game, but I was sure I would see and feel their panties shortly.
Their position on the floor, with their legs raised and their chins in their hands as they watched Bugs Bunny, left their skirts just covering their bottoms and hiding their panties from me. I placed a hand on each nymphet’s lovely little rump and they smiled over their shoulders at me for a moment before turning back to the cartoons.
I rubbed their bottoms for a few moments and then I stroked the backs of each girl’s thighs. Their pale skin is very smooth and soft, a wonderful sensation. I caressed the inside of each of these four nice thighs and then I ran my hand up each girl’s thigh to her bottom. I could feel their panties now, soft cotton under my fingers and soft-firm bottom under the lovely feel of panties.
I enjoyed this tactile pleasure for a while and then I gently lifted Amber’s skirt up to show her panties. She looked around again and smiled when I did. Jennifer looked over her shoulder. “Uncle Grouchy, play fair. Now you should lift up my skirt.” So of course I did.
Amber was wearing light blue panties with butterflies on them. Jennifer’s panties were pink with Hello Kitty on the right side of her bottom. Their panties were tight and cute across their lovely bottoms and they disappeared between their legs most intriguingly. My darlings squealed and giggled as I patted their little bums but they kept their legs pressed firmly together. I focused on Amber for a while, rubbing her bottom and slipping my fingers under her panties from the leg bands to feel her bare bottom. With my index finger in her panties, I stroked across her bottom cheek and down between her legs. She had her thighs pressed firmly closed, although she giggled, and I could only bring my finger down a little way. It was just enough to feel a bit of her vagina and an enticing damp sensation.
Now it was time to enjoy Jennifer’s bum. I did the same thing, easing my finger through her leg band and stroking her bottom under her panties. She also kept her legs firmly together so I could just touch her vagina a bit.
We watched a couple of cartoons while I played with my girls’ panties this way. After about ten minutes of this game, I pulled Amber’s panties down and then Jennifer’s. Their bare bottoms were delightful to see. Amber’s is smaller and a little less rounded. Jennifer’s bottom is that perfect shape you often see in teen girls whose breasts are still growing. They giggled when I pulled their panties down, as they always do, and they pretended to pay attention to the next cartoon while I was rubbing and caressing them on their bare bums. They relaxed their legs a little and even spread their thighs slightly. Naturally I accepted this invitation to stray farther down each girl’s lovely bottom to touch her between her legs. I could feel their soft vaginas now and the dampness that formed there as they became more excited.
I enjoyed this for several minutes. Amber finally said to Jennifer, “Hey, b f f, what would cartoons look like upside downy?” Suddenly each girl pulled her panties up and they turned onto their backs. They put their feet up on the couch. This caused their skirts to fall away and show me their panties again, but now in front.
This view was as nice as the one I had enjoyed of their bottoms. I tickled up their thighs and I touched each nymphet on her mons. I could feel Jennifer’s fringe of hair through her panties and I could feel how smooth Amber’s mons was. Of course I also slipped my finger into each girl’s panties as I had before. I had a good chance to caress each of their vaginas and to enjoy their softness inside.
After the next cartoon, Jennifer announced, “That was fun, but I’m done with cartoons.” Amber seconded the motion and I turned the television off. My girls stood up. Jennifer gathered the hem of Amber’s T-shirt in her hands, Amber raised her arms, and Jennifer pulled her shirt off to show me Amber’s nice little breasts. Then Jennifer raised her arms and Amber did her the same courtesy.
Their skirts were for me, though. They just had elastic at the waist, so I quickly pulled Amber’s down and she kicked it away. In fact, she made it vanish somehow. I pulled Jennifer’s skirt down also and it disappeared as well.
What a charming situation I was in! I was seated cross-legged on the floor. Two small adolescent girls were eagerly waiting for me to touch them. One was a fire-hair with fine small breasts, a flat tummy and round mons and bottom under her panties. The second was a little smaller and younger, breasts barely shaping her bare chest but nipples at attention. Her body had less shape but still was delightful and her panties covered her – no, they decorated her, as Jennifer’s panties decorated her.
When I got up to my knees, I was nearly as tall as my girls. My face was just at the right position to kiss Jennifer’s breasts first while I hugged my nearly-naked Amber to me. I kissed Jennifer’s lips and then her breasts, each nipple in turn. Of course I licked them and grazed them softly with my teeth. Jennifer giggled and sighed and pulled me close to her.
After a few minutes enjoying Jennifer’s breasts, I turned my head to find Amber was being a little impatient for her turn. As I hugged Jennifer to us, I played with Amber’s breasts in my mouth. They are very delicate and sensitive for their tiny size and Amber is always eager for me to play with them.
I considered whether to strip them of their panties here in the living room. I decided to take them to the bedroom first. I stood up and my girls jumped up on me, a tangle of arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I got an arm under each girl’s panty-decorated bottom to get a good grip. We walked rather clumsily up the hall this way and into our bedroom. I set my darlings on the bed.
This turned out to be the cue for a pillow fight. You can imagine how sexy it was to see these two tiny beauties, jumping around in only their panties, laughing and hitting each other (and sometimes me) with the pillows. After several minutes, I finally snagged the pillows and put them where they belonged. Now the girls stood on the bed side by side, looking down at their feet. They knew that a pillow fight would end in a spanking.
As they stood there, I undressed. When I was down to my skivvies, the girls dropped to their knees on the quilt and encumbered me as they pulled my briefs down past my raging erection. I got on the bed and sat with my back against the headboard. After a minute or two of wrestling around, I had both girls over my naked lap, my erection parked against Amber’s bare side. I pulled their panties down and I gave them a love spanking for a few minutes, patting each girl’s bottom back and forth until I could hardly stand my arousal.
I pulled Jennifer’s panties back up and then Amber’s. They sprawled and crawled across me while they took each other’s panties off as a show for me, one I liked watching very much. We were finally a tangle of naked old man looking young and naked young girls looking marvelous.
Amber crowded on top of me while Jennifer lay beside me. I played with Amber’s breasts and her bottom and she straddled me, pulling me into her marvelously tight vagina to ride me cowgirl style. I enjoyed the wonderful tightness of her vaginal lips and then the whole of her pussy around me. Amber and Jennifer both love sex and they both enjoy the cowgirl position at times, but Amber is the real rodeo queen. She rode me masterfully, bringing us to a shaking climax after a long and marvelous ride.
Nymphet magic can do almost anything sexual. After we came, Amber and I pulled into a hug with Jennifer and skin pressed skin all up and down our bodies. You could say I was in the middle because I was under the two of them, but we were a pile or a triangle and really each of us was in the middle of our circle of sex and love. 
When both girls come to me, as they usually do, one of them has to be first, of course. Then we always share time in a sexy pile like this before the second girl – tonight it was Jennifer – brings me back to a strong erection. Jennifer likes cowgirl but she likes to have me on top even more. She maneuvered our pile so she was on the bottom, I was between her legs, and Amber lay beside us to encourage us. I kissed Jennifer’s throat and shoulders, down her chest to her breasts, down her tummy to her vagina. I licked her there, across the silky pubic hair and into her oh-so-delicate fold.
Now I was ready to enter her. I moved into position as Jennifer opened her bare legs wider and took my penis in her hand as Amber had done. Between us we guided my cock into her wet vagina. Jennifer’s vagina is as tight as Amber’s, as tight as legends say virgins will be. My only virgin in the world had been my beloved – my only sex partner at all – and she had been wonderfully tight but I can’t speak for general experience. I had read a lot of smut, though, and I had had many smutty fantasies, and my nymphets made my fantasies into reality.
Intercourse is wonderful but it always must end. Jennifer and I were spent and I pulled Amber up against my chest, back into the intimate pile of bare skin that meant sex was done and we were basking in the glow of our love. I could already feel sleep coming on me, feel the girls’ bodies grow less substantial in my arms, and then they were gone and I was waking in the deep night with Diamond Lil purring on my chest.