“What do you say we season the pot a little?” Mollie suggested with a cheeky grin as little Poppy squirmed happily on her lap.

“What do you mean?” Tara asked.

“We’ll show you.” Natasha grinned, understanding Mollie’s meaning immediately. “Guessing you know what you’re doing well enough?” she asked her middle sister with a wink. Selena did not answer but from the way she was breathing, her head leaning back against the rim of the pot with her eyes closed and her hands below the surface, it seemed quite clear that she’d had the same thought, probably before Mollie said anything.

With her left hand, Mollie began to stroke Poppy’s flat chest, running her fingers over the penny-sized pink nipples that barely stood out, pinching them lightly and feeling them respond to her touch, while with her right she caressed her inner thigh, moving upwards until she was stroking her cute, puffy slit then slipped a single finger inside, rubbing her little clit with her thumb as she did so. Poppy gasped, moaned and squeaked just as she had done when the friendly dog gave her his special greeting. Across from them, on the other side of the pot, Natasha was pleasuring Tara the same way. Not wanting to be left out but seeing that Selena clearly required no assistance, Lydia decided to take matters into her own hands, or fingers at least!

“Now you try!” Natasha urged, guiding Tara’s hand down between her own thick, meaty thighs. Thighs that were sure to be one of the highlights when she was spit-roasted at her school fair. The little girl’s fingers were clumsy, inexperienced, but she soon got the hang of what was expected. Seeing what her cousin was doing, Poppy slipped off Mollie’s lap and turned to face her, standing in the curved base of the pot as the water around them began to heat up.

“Is everything okay?” Mollie asked.

“Yes!” Poppy grinned. “But I want to kiss your boobies!”

“Well,” Mollie giggled, “you go right ahead, sweetheart!” With her hand on the back of the seven year old’s head, careful not to knock her hat off, she guided her to her breast where Poppy began to lick her nipple then tease it with her teeth, biting lightly. “You’ve done this before, huh?”

“Selena likes it!” Poppy explained brightly before switching to the other breast. Amused but not entirely surprised, Mollie directed Poppy hand to her own meaty fillet then pulled the little girl in closer with her hands on her rump. Her body felt lithe and slippery under the water and somehow the idea that her little playmate, with full knowledge, willingness and enthusiasm, would not be getting out of the pot alive made the experience all the more erotic.

Nearly an hour and a half passed in this way, with Mollie and Natasha first swapping partners, then giving the little ones to Lydia and Selena before making out together and exploring each other’s delicious bodies, two spit-roasters helping to flavour the stew. After some time, Selena wanted in on the action with Mollie, then with her big sister, leaving Lydia with both of the smaller girls for a while before they took to teasing and pleasuring each other while Lydia straddled Mollie’s lap and kissed her deeply, indulging a fantasy she had harboured ever since she began working at SB catering which had only become more intense after helping Mollie with her naked photo-shoot. As their tongues entwined, she squeezed and massaged Mollie’s lovely big boobs which she both admired and envied. Finally, seeing that they were starting to get a little drowsy, Mollie took both little girls back onto her lap, one on each legs, and signalled to Cole that it was time for the next stage of the stew.

Under the lightly-bubbling surface, she could see that her own skin was pink and was definitely starting to tingle. If they did not get out soon, she, Lydia and Natasha would be seriously scalded to the point that medical attention may be required. Sure, they had all signed disclaimers about the dangers of joining the younger girls in the pot and there was certainly something very tempting about just going to sleep and drifting off in what was essentially a nice hot bath, but that was not what they were there for. It probably wouldn’t matter too much to Lydia if she was partially cooked before people started to cut bits off her living body, but Mollie and Natasha had other commitments and their meat was already spoken for.

Carefully, giving a loving kiss to each of the three girls who would be remaining in the pot for the rest of their lives and beyond, Mollie transferred Tara and Poppy onto Selena’s lap then climbed out of the water and down the steps. Despite the warmth of the day, the contrast of the air to the water hit her harder than she expected and she found herself shivering. Luckily, having anticipated this with a grandparents’ intuition, Mrs O’Sullivan was standing by with three large beach-towels that she had fetched from the car and Mollie took the one offered to her gratefully, wrapping it around her shoulders and hugging it around herself while her body adjusted to the change of environment. Natasha came next, followed finally by Lydia and all three stood wrapped in their towels, watching while Doug and Cole brought out the rest of the stew ingredients on a trolley.


To be continued...