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Partners in Crime
Written by Ceeb
Written by Ceeb
It was rare that Penny liked younger kids. She could tolerate them, there was no doubt about that; she could easily play the part of an older sister, helping with homework, playing make-believe, suffering through video games meant for little kids. Mostly it was a means to an end, the end being alone time with the other child's father or brother. That was what drew Penny to Clementine: the possibility of a little alone time with her father, a handsome bear and a loving single father. Single dads were always the easiest marks.
But the more Penny got to know Clementine, the more impressed she was by the six-year-old bear. For starters, Clementine - Clem to her friends, although she didn't balk at her full name the way Penny did over her own - was very pretty, but distinct. Clementine was short, a little pudgy, with long blonde hair. She was a contrast to Penny who was taller, dark-haired, smooth-bellied. They were two different flavors of the same forbidden treat.
Then there was Clem's attitude. She was innocent and lovely, and her sweetness was genuine, but privately she loved to talk about sex. She gushed over the details. Her vocabulary was still growing, but she talked about the same sublime feelings of pleasure Penny liked to regale her babysitters and boytoys with. Penny loved to swap stories with Clementine while she sat and brushed the little girl's hair.
The day was a Saturday. The sand was pleasantly toasty, the air ninety degrees at least. Penny looked like a preview of her adult self, dressed modestly in her taut yellow one-piece with her hair tied back and her fur glinting with sweat. Clementine looked cuter, younger in her polkadot two-piece. She walked beside Penny, her paw in Penny's, her smile wide, her giggles frequent. To others on the beach they looked like siblings.
"I'm glad my daddy moved us near the beach," Clementine said. "I love swimming."
"Swimming is fun. Boys are better," Penny said, slyly. And there were indeed boys everywhere, although to Penny, a boy was anyone older than sixteen and younger than forty.
Clementine grinned. "Boys are icky. I like my daddy, though."
Me too, Penny thought. She squeezed Clem's paw and said, "You sure like your daddy a lot."
The little blonde bear looked up at Penny. They exchanged grins, then started to giggle, as if something terribly funny had passed through their gaze. "You sure like your babysitter a lot," Clem said, and stuck out her tongue.
"'Cuz he's nice," Penny said. "He makes me feel nice. Like your dad does for you."
Clementine giggled. "Maybe you can come and sleep over later. I think my daddy would like you."
Penny tugged at Clem's paw. "I'd love to do that." She started up the beach, heading for the food stands. "C'mon, lemme get you some ice cream."
"Okay!" Clem tugged her paw out of Penny's and darted up the sand, flat feet kicking up clumps of it. "Last one there's a rotten egg!"
Penny laughed and chased after Clementine. She had longer legs, a steadier gait, but the little bear had a lead and a lot of energy. Clem just barely beat Penny to the ice cream stand, panting and giggling, sweat dripping off her body. Penny grappled with her, pulled at her ear and pushed her toward the sand. They were both giggling riotously. Clementine shrieked as she hit the sand and she pawed at Penny, howling, "Geddoff me-e-e!"
"Dweeb!" Penny cackled.
"Geddoff!" Clementine repeated, shrieking laughter. Nobody seemed to mind the roughhousing. After a few moments the girls tired themselves out and Penny pulled Clem up to her feet. She hauled the little girl against her and Clem, still suffering from the giggles, laid her head on Penny's smooth chest.
"You're a dummy," Clementine tutted.
"Nuh-uh, you are," Penny scoffed. She tapped Clementine's head, said, "Listen to that, totally hollow."
Penny pulled Clementine over in front of the ice cream stand. It was shaded under a big portable umbrella, and a tiger in jeans and a tank top tended the stand.
He smiled at the girls. "What can I get you two?"
Immediately Clementine pointed to the red, white and blue Popsicle on the menu. "Bomb Pop, please!" she chirped.
The tiger said as he fetched one out of the freezer, "Bomb Pop for the little lady. Here you go, sweetheart." As Clementine tore off the wrapper, the tiger turned to Penny and asked, "How about you?"
Penny smiled. She leaned on the stand somewhat. "Hm, I dunno," she admitted. "I think I might want a hotdog instead."
Nearby, Clementine smiled. She knew enough to know when Penny was being her usual self. She licked gingerly at her Bomb Pop, but when the tiger's eyes drifted to her, she slipped it into her maw, suckled it, and let her tongue lope along its underside. She winked at the tiger, and when he blinked, she giggled.
The older bear licked her lips. "What do you think, mister tiger? Any idea where I could get my paws on a hot, fat wiener?"
The tiger's ears wilted back and he looked around the way adults always did when Penny accosted them. He stammered, "I-I, um, I think there's a... there's someone grilling down that way..." He pointed down the beach, but his eyes were on Penny.
Penny glanced down at Clementine. She said softly, "Hey, let me have a little of that."
"Okay," Clementine cooed. She offered the pop to Penny, and the older bear gave its now smoothed tip a sensuous lap. She mouthed it briefly, suckled a bit of the color and flavor from it, and then popped her lips off. "Mmm. That's really tasty."
"It sure is," Clem giggled. She looked up at the tiger and grinned, displaying perfect baby teeth. "Thanks, mister."
"You're welcome," the tiger lamely said. He was stiff, wide-eyed. Even his tail had stopped moving.
"That reminds me," Penny said, leaning close. She tugged at one of her straps, let it slide down her damp shoulder. Under the shade of the umbrella, the tiger was able to see a hint of her soft, brown nipple. Penny let him stare for a moment, then cooed, "I didn't get any allowance this week. Can I pay you back some other way?"
"Can we pay you back?" Clementine chimed in, smile on her face, lips smeared with red, white and blue. She licked indulgently on her Bomb Pop, wide bear tongue smoothing one of its ridges.
The tiger gnawed at his jowl. His eyes darted between the bears, from Penny's breast to Clementine's maw. Then the younger bear surreptitiously slid down her bikini bottom, giving him a look at the subtle split that was her pussy. He uttered a low, nervous whine more canine than feline.
Penny licked her lips. "My little sister's always wanted to have her pussy licked by a tiger," she whispered. "And it's been so-o-o long since I got fucked in a changing tent..."
"Oh, my god," the tiger wheezed.
Clementine suckled the rest of her Bomb Pop, chewed the last bit of it, and dropped the stick in the trash can mounted on the ice cream stand. Her lips were still sticky when she said, "Mmm, that was tasty." She stuck out her tongue; it was streaked colors from the frozen treat. Its broad, slick surface drew the big cat's eye, and he was looking at both of them now, perusing them, removing what little they wore in his mind.
"Oh-, oh, fuck, okay. Okay," he whined. "Oh, god, I'm hard..."
Penny giggled. She bunched the tiger's tank top in her fist, pulled him down by it and kissed him briskly. Nobody saw, but the tiger looked around skittishly.
The little bears made themselves decent, and then Clementine pressed against Penny. They embraced but both gazed at the tiger, grins on their pretty snouts.
"Come by the changing tents in an hour," Penny said. "Hope your balls can last that long."
"An hour, god," the tiger breathed. "I'll try."
Clementine giggled. "I'm gonna wait for you with my big sis," she said. "And bring me another Bomb Pop!"
The tiger nodded sharply. Others were coming to the stand; Penny winked at the tiger and walked off with Clementine. She said when they were alone, "That poor guy is gonna last, like, ten seconds once we get our paws on him."
The small blonde bear grinned. "I didn't know I could get free ice cream like this. I'm learning a lot with you, Penny."
Penny smiled. She pecked Clementine on the cheek. "I've still got a lot more to teach you. Let's go talk some more about your daddy, and I'll teach you how to make boys do whatever you want them to..."