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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 6

  • Posted on July 22, 2016 at 1:38 pm

By Jeneee

It was now much later in the evening. The sun had set, the hot tub was empty of its hot bodies, jets now silent, cover on for the night — and the party had moved indoors once again to the living room. Soft fluffy towels were draped around two very tired but contented little girls cuddled side by side on the loveseat, as Sharon and I sat together on the couch, sipping wine from yet another bottle of Merlot, glowing in the aftermath of what had been an extraordinary experience with our two young lovers.

In fact, we all had reason to glow. Another telephone call to Pam’s aunt had met no resistance to the suggestion that Pam stay the night with us. In fact her aunt almost sounded relieved that her niece would be out of her hair, leaving her able to indulge in whatever it was she indulged herself when free of her young charge. We assured her she was in good, safe hands — And yes, you can take that both ways, I thought to myself with a giggle as we hung up the phone. Needless to say, Pam was delighted, and the smile on Emily’s face at the news was priceless.

“You can sleep with me in my bed,” she announced to Pam, with a wicked little grin on her cherubic face.

“Well, at least it’s Friday night and you don’t have school tomorrow,” I noted. “Somehow I don’t think you two will be getting much sleep,” I added, laughing. Emily giggled, but Pam yawned.

“Oh, I think we’ll get some sleep, Jen. I’m tired from all the exercise we’ve had today,” grinned Pam. “I’m so happy my aunt let me stay the night.” And she leaned back on Emily’s shoulder, sighing contentedly

“Me too,” giggled Emily. “I can lend you a nightie if you like. Or we can always sleep naked,” she added, with that glint in her eye again, as she snaked her hand underneath Pam’s towel, exploring her soft body once more. My daughter the she-devil, at it again, I thought. She sure takes after her mom.

“Better wear nighties,” Pam said, “in case we have to get up and go pee during the night,” she suggested to Emily. That girl thinks ahead, I thought to myself. I was liking her even more.

“Come on upstairs with me, hon,” I told her as I stood up. “I’ll find one of Emily’s nighties for you.”

And she separated herself from my daughter and followed me out of the room like a little puppy dog. Actually I had an ulterior motive in splitting her from Emily for a moment. We hadn’t had a chance to talk privately since our little session together in the hot tub and I wanted to find out more about her background. She stood next to me, hugging the towel around her, as I searched through Emily’s drawer for some cute PJs for her to wear.

“You seemed to know what you were doing with me — and with Emily — in the hot tub this evening, sweetie,” I remarked. “This wasn’t the first time for you, was it?”

She shuffled her feet slightly as I waited for an answer, another blush creeping over her sweet face. “Not really,” she replied, now looking directly into my eyes. “Are you mad at me, Jen?”

I smiled and hugged her to me as I answered. “No hon, not at all. But I am curious about how you got your experience, as well as what happened to you to cause you to have to stay with your aunt — of whom you seem not to be too fond, I might add. Like I told you before, you don’t have to explain, Pam, but you can understand my curiosity, can’t you?”

She looked down at the floor, hesitantly.

“I’m guessing you and your sister used to, well, play around together. Is that right?” I prompted.

And as Jen’s tears flowed once more I felt like a bit of a heel putting her into this position again, but at the same time, as I told her as I tried to comfort her, she might feel a lot better talking about it. I held her tightly as the sobs slowly died away, and tilted her head up to me, softly wiping her eyes with the corner of her towel, which by now had parted slightly, revealing her beautiful little body to my eager eyes again.

I crouched down and stroked her hair, looking into those moist baby blues of hers while she decided what she was going to tell me.

“I miss my sister so much, Jen,” she blurted out. “She taught me a lot and sort of looked after me when my parents were busy with, you know, with their business.”

“What kind of business was it?” I gently probed.

“Well, they ran a sort of club, you know, where adults could come to have fun and stuff.”

I waited, not pushing her.

She continued. “They had dancers and drinking and stuff like that, and…” she paused again.

“You mean like a night club?” I prompted.

She nodded. “But it was more than that,” she continued. “People did, you know, like, they had sex there too.” She looked at me to see how shocked I might be.

“Is that why your mom and dad were arrested?” I asked.

“Yeah, but, not only that.” And she hugged me again, tearing up once more. “They started having Becky dance there too. You know? My sister.”

That’s when it dawned on me, and I was shocked for the moment, but quickly tried to hide it from Pam.

“Was Becky all right with that, sweetie?” I asked. Was she forced to do that?”

“Oh no, she loved it, everyone cheering her on the way they did when she, you know, took off her clothes.” I held my breath, waiting.

As if sensing my thoughts Pam quickly added, “And no, she never had sex there with anyone, just danced. She only had sex with me. And she’s the one who taught me everything I know.”

I breathed a sigh of relief at that, at least. “How did she start with you, sweetie?” I wanted to know.

Once more she hesitated. “Well, after she finished dancing she always came back to our little room in the back of the club to sleep, while the parties kept going on. It didn’t close until very late so we had a bed in the back.”

“You mean you were at the club too?” I asked, in disbelief, this time not successful at hiding my shock.

She started to cry again. “I knew I shouldn’t have said anything,” she stammered between sobs. “Now you’ll hate me. It wasn’t like I wanted to be there but my mom and dad didn’t want to leave me all night with a babysitter, so they took me with them. The noise usually didn’t bother me so I was able to sleep. Until Becky came back, that is.”

“Aww, hon. I don’t hate you at all. It wasn’t your fault, sweetheart. But now I understand why you miss your sister so much, and also why she took off the way she did. She was right, they would have put her in a home, and I’m so sorry this had to happen to you.” And I held our sweet new friend closely to me, giving her time to recover once more.

Pam eventually settled down but still clung tightly to me. “Thanks for understanding, Jen. I feel so comfortable here with you, and Emily and Sharon. My aunt didn’t think much of what my parents were doing, especially getting Becky involved that way. My sister told me that one day they were going to get me to dance too and I was a bit afraid of that — whether I’d be any good, I mean. She told me not to worry because I was so cute and everyone would love me.

“She used to cuddle with me in our bed and try to comfort me, and it made me feel so good. Then one night she, well, you know, started explaining all about my body and showing me things, and showing me hers and how I would look when I got older. Before long she was playing with me down there, and it felt so good that I began to look forward to her coming to bed after her show every night.

“Since she has been gone I really miss all that and until tonight, when you played with me, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. And then when Emily started with me, it was like heaven again,” she giggled, seemingly recovering from her previous upset state.

“I think Emily adores you sweetie,” I assured her. “Even if you decide to tell her what you’ve just told me, I’m sure it won’t make one bit of difference to her.”

She smiled at me, then kissed me softly on the lips again. “Thanks Jen, I adore all of you too, and I’m so glad you don’t think badly of me.”

I slid my hands around behind her and cupped her cute little butt cheeks as I returned her kiss. She was so deliciously firm and soft in my hands and I pulled her tightly to me wanting to explore further but resisting the temptation knowing that it was getting late and that Sharon and Emily would be wondering why it was taking so long to find her a nightie. With an enormous amount of will power I reluctantly pulled away, whispering that we had better get back downstairs.

Standing up, I took her hand in mine as she wrapped the towel around her again, grabbed the nightie in my other hand and led her downstairs once more to join Emily and Sharon whom we found curled up together on the couch, Emily apparently asleep on Sharon’s shoulder.

My girlfriend looked at me questioningly, obviously wondering why it had taken us so long to find some PJs for Pam, but not wanting to move in case she disturbed Emily. I gave her my ‘tell you later’ glance and she nodded.

Pam smiled when she saw her new friend and whispered, “I told you we’d sleep tonight, didn’t I, Jen? Emily is as tired as I am.”

She then looked at both of us, dropped her towel onto the floor with a mischievous grin on her face and seemed to take her own sweet time pulling the nightie over her head to cover herself. Hmm, a little show for our benefit? I mused to myself as the hem finally slid down to cover her sweet and prominently puffy pussy from our view. Somehow, I thought we’d be seeing much more of her charms in the not-too-distant future.

Sharon gently lifted the sleeping Emily into her arms and the four of us slowly and quietly climbed the stairs once more, Pam still clinging to my hand. As we tucked the girls into Emily’s bed, Pam snuggled closely to her new friend who hadn’t awakened, and, sliding an arm around her, smiled at us before closing her eyes to what would undoubtedly be the sweetest of dreams.

I turned off the light on the table beside their bed, slipped my arm around Sharon’s waist and led her to our room, preparing to fill her in on all the latest news I had learned from Emily’s, and our, new girlfriend. An eventful day in our lives was finally winding down, promising an even more exciting weekend to follow.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 7

  • Posted on July 22, 2016 at 1:38 pm

By Jeneee

As I related what I knew about Pam’s background to Sharon she became more and more surprised, but now understood why the little girl had reacted the way she had at various times during the evening.

“I really scolded Emily for pulling up Pam’s dress the way she did, but now that I think about it Pam must have been more worried about how we would react to her not having any panties on, rather than being embarrassed about us seeing her pussy,” Sharon decided. “I guess she was afraid we’d never invite her back, even though we knew she was naked underneath.”

“Well, whatever you said to Emily sure had the right effect, anyway,” I laughed. “She seemed quite sorry for what she did, but I was still surprised at the way the girls made up. That was so intense, the way they kissed each other like that. And,” I added in a teasing voice, “that was quite a session you and Emily had in the hot tub, girlfriend of mine,” I giggled.

“Mmm, yes,” Sharon murmured as she slowly caressed one of my boobs, gently squeezing the hardening nipple. “Your little girl is becoming quite a sexual young lady for her age, and I must admit she arouses feelings in me that must have been hidden deep inside for a long time. I was a little apprehensive about how you would react at first until I saw the way you and Pam were going at it,” she smirked. “But now that I know a bit of her history, it makes much more sense.”

“I think we both learned something new about each other tonight,” I whispered in her ear, sliding my hand across her firm tummy down to her pussy, finding it already soaked. “Mmm, and I don’t think it’s at all bad, do you?” I added.

As a way of answering she spread her legs wider to allow me to continue and kissed me deeply on the lips.

Later we fell contentedly asleep in each other’s arms following a really intense session of love making inspired by the new understanding we had developed. We had each other, and we now had our new little lovers. What could be more perfect than that?

Morning came quickly and our sleep was shattered by squeals of joy as two young girls bounced together on our bed imploring us to “Wake up, wake up, you two! It’s time to start the weekend.” Pam positioned herself spreadeagled over my chest while Emily crawled all over Sharon who was moaning, still half asleep, that it was too early to get up.

“So, what were you two doing last night in bed that makes you so tired this morning?” Emily teased.

Sharon opened one eye squinting at her and replied “None of your business, young lady.”

Emily giggled, looking over to me for an answer, as if she didn’t already know. I just winked at her and asked her how she and Pam had slept.

“Real good, Mom,” she said, “but I don’t even remember coming up to bed. I woke up with Pam snuggled up beside me and thought I must be dreaming. Then it all came back to me.”

“You fell asleep on Sharon’s shoulder when I brought Pam up to find a nightie for her, so Sharon finally had to carry you up to bed. You didn’t even wake up when we tucked Pam in beside you. You must have been tired from our little party last night,” I teased.

She leaned down and kissed Sharon on the lips saying, “Thanks for bringing me up to bed, Sharon. I hope I wasn’t too heavy for you.”

By now, Sharon had given up trying to go back to sleep and simply sighed, “No, sweetie, you are as light as a feather.” Emily giggled and bounced up and down on her chest. “Ugh, but now you feel like a really heavy feather,” Sharon complained. “And if you keep bouncing like that, you’re going to have a nasty effect on my bladder.”

“Going to pee in your panties, are you?” Emily teased, squirming again.

“No, I’m not wearing any panties to pee in,” she laughed in reply, “and I don’t want to wet the sheets, so stop wriggling around like that, you little vixen.”

“I gotta go pee too,” Pam announced as she jumped off the bed. “Beat you to the bathroom.” And off she flew. Emily was not far behind, leaving Sharon and I together in peace once again.

“Welcome to the weekend, baby,” I smiled. “Looks like we’re going to have our hands full today.”

We both slowly crawled out of bed, Sharon traipsing downstairs to the other bathroom to pee, not bothering to throw on a robe. As I sat on the edge of the bed rubbing my eyes, I thought about all that had happened yesterday and what was in store for us today. I knew we had to take Pam home soon, and wondered what kind of reception we would receive from her aunt.

I also wondered what her aunt knew about her niece’s sexual experiences with her sister, if anything. I needed to find out a little bit more from Pam before encountering her aunt, and decided I’d probe further as I drove her home. But before that, I had to think about breakfast. Throwing on a robe, I left the bedroom to go downstairs to put on the coffee.

As I passed the bathroom, I heard the shower running and squeals of laughter coming from our two young lovers as they undoubtedly washed each other’s backs, and probably much more. The smile was still on my face as I reached the kitchen in time to see Sharon exiting the bathroom.

“Make it in time?” I teased, as I plugged in the coffee maker.

“Only just,” she replied. “So, what are you smiling at now?”

“Just picturing the girls in the shower with each other, that’s all.”

My naked girlfriend laughed. “Hmm, wonder what they’re up to?” she mused. “Maybe I’ll go peek,” she added with a sneaky glint in her eye.

“Well, you’re certainly dressed for it,” I teased, giving her shapely naked body the once-over.

Sticking out her tongue, she swung her hips sensually, looking over her shoulder at me as she left the kitchen. It was all I could do not to follow, but duty called. There was breakfast to prepare.

Meanwhile, up in the shower the girls were still giggling as they squirted soap at one another, rubbing it all over their smooth young bodies. “Last night I saw my mom playing with your pussy when you were kissing each other in the hot tub,” Emily told Pam. “What did it feel like?”

“It felt great, just like this will,” Pam replied, sliding a soapy hand down over Emily’s mound and slipping a finger between her lips. Emily sighed and leaned back against the shower wall as she enjoyed the feeling her new friend was generating between her legs.

“Doesn’t that feel good?” she asked as Emily tried to thrust her pussy harder onto Pam’s hand, spreading her legs in the process and almost falling down.

Emily mmm’d in response and then added, “We should try this in bed sometime. I’m having trouble standing up, it feels so good. This must be what Mom and Sharon do in bed too.”

Pam smiled. “Yes, and a lot more too, I bet.”

“How do you know so much?” Emily asked.

“My sister. She taught me a lot when we were living with Mom and Dad.”

“And all this time I thought you were so shy, you little sneak,” Emily teased as she reached down to grab Pam’s pussy. “Wow Pam, your pussy is so much more, well, fleshy than mine. It’s so puffy.” And she squeezed Pam’s lips in her hand, causing them to pout way out from her body.

Pam moaned at Emily’s touch and said, “Yeah, that’s why you can see so much of me when I’m wearing panties, or even shorts. And that’s why I wear dresses or skirts so often. I used to get teased at school otherwise, but I learned fast.”

“And just what are you two up to?” came Sharon’s voice as she pulled aside the shower curtain catching the girls feeling each other’s pussies.

“You snuck up on us! No fair,” shrieked Emily. “And you’re naked too, woo-hoo!” she added with glee. “You gonna come in and join us! Look at her boobies, Pam. Aren’t they huge?”

Sharon laughed as she stepped into the shower between the girls.

“Now it’s really crowded in here,” giggled Pam, squirting some liquid soap over Sharon’s boobs. Emily immediately started to rub the suds all over Sharon as Pam squealed in delight, squirting the bottle again, this time over Sharon’s tummy.

“My turn,” she announced, putting the bottle down on the shelf. And she started rubbing the soapy bubbles over Sharon’s mid-section and then slyly down over her mound, eventually reaching in between her legs. “Got to get this clean,” she giggled, sliding her fingers between Sharon’s lips. “Have to wash all the leftover pee from it.”

Sharon was in heaven from all the attention the two young girls were paying her, and knew she would lose control very shortly from what was now Pam’s exquisite exploration of her pussy.

“Oh god, Pam, what are you doing? Ohhhh.”

Emily was watching Sharon’s face closely as she continued to soap her mom’s girlfriend’s boobs. Her nipples had grown so hard between her fingers and she knew Pam must be doing something to Sharon’s pussy that she just had to learn more about.

Suddenly Sharon threw her head back against the shower wall and let out a moan as she grabbed at Pam’s hands, holding them tightly against her pussy, not moving anymore.

Slowly Sharon recovered from her orgasm and gazed down at Pam, still breathing heavily. “Oh, Pam,” she managed. “Where did you learn to do that? It was so… incredible.”

“My sister taught me,” Pam replied, looking up at Sharon’s flushed face.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet her,” was all Sharon could manage to say. “Come on girls,” she finally added. “We have to finish up in here and dry off. Your mom’s probably got breakfast ready for us by now, Emily.”

Everyone rinsed quickly and Sharon turned off the water, grabbed some fluffy bath towels and proceeded to help the girls dry off. Then, bundling more towels over their damp hair, they all grabbed robes from the bedroom and trooped downstairs to sample the delicious food Jen had laid out for them all.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 8

  • Posted on July 22, 2016 at 1:37 pm

By Jeneee

The breakfast table looked like something from an ad for an exotic spa with four robed females, three with towels wrapped around their heads, busy munching away on fruit, scrambled eggs and whole-wheat toast. Pitchers of orange juice and mugs of coffee completed the picture, and soon all four were fully charged and ready to attack the weekend, and whatever delights it had to offer, with gusto.

“We have to get you home, Pam,” I reminded her. “It’s time for me to go meet your aunt and explain your absence, and see if you might be able to spend some more time with us this weekend — that is, if you want to,” I added.

Pam nodded her head briskly, a big smile on her face, as Emily chanted, “Yes, yes, yes, of course she wants to!”

“And if she’s okay with it — and from what you already said about her, I imagine she won’t mind — you’ll need to get some clean clothes to wear. You can’t keep wearing that pretty dress every day. You’ll also need more undies and a toothbrush as well. I’ll drive you home after I have my shower. Emily and Sharon, you two can clean up the breakfast dishes and straighten up the house while we’re gone… please? ” I entreated.

“Sure Mom, just bring her back, okay?” Emily replied, hugging Pam and kissing her cheek. “I kinda like having her around to play with,” she giggled.

“Oh yeah, and don’t forget to do your homework, Emily,” I reminded her.

She scowled and stuck her tongue out at me as she glanced at Pam. “We don’t have any this weekend, do we, Pam?” she asked with a mischievous wink.

I laughed. “Don’t try to con Pam into lying for you, you little troublemaker. Now I’m going upstairs for my shower, so get busy, everyone.”

Sharon saluted me. “Yes, ma’am!” she answered, trying not to smirk. I winked at her, turned, and climbed upstairs to the bathroom once more. “Okay girls, you heard her. Help me clear off the table and get these dishes done,” Sharon told Emily and Pam as she rose from her seat. “On second thought, Pam, you’d better go up to Emily’s room and get dressed, so that you’re ready to leave when Jen has finished her shower.”

“I’ll go help her,” Emily said, scraping her chair back.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Sharon replied quickly. “Pam is old enough to dress herself and fix her hair without you,” she laughed. “Besides, I know just what kind of help you’d give her, you little vixen,” she added with a smirk. “Dishes!” Sharon commanded again to Emily, pointing at the sink. “Now off you go, Pam. Better get ready to look nice for your aunt.”

So Pam sighed reluctantly and made her way up to Emily’s room again. Standing in front of the mirror she unwound the towel from her head and let her now almost dry hair fall back down over her shoulders. Untying the belt of her robe and shrugging it off onto the floor, she reached for a brush on Emily’s dresser and started gently untangling the knots in her hair until it was once again smooth and shiny.

By then, I had finished my shower and was passing Emily’s room when I noticed Pam in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her robe lying on the floor beside her.

“Oh, here you are, sweetie. I was just going downstairs to ask you to get ready while I finished dressing, but I see you beat me to it. Your hair looks so shiny and, mmmm, smells so good,” I added, walking up behind her. I took the brush from her hand and added a few strokes of my own, marveling at the reflection of her beautiful young body in the mirror.

“Thanks, Jen,” she whispered, turning toward me, taking the brush out of my hand and placing it back on the dresser. She hugged me to her naked body and looked up at me with her shiny blue eyes.

Kissing her softly on her forehead, I assured her it was my pleasure. “Now, we’d better get you dressed and home, young lady,” I smiled. “Time for me to go meet your aunt.”

She nodded and picked up the robe from the floor, grabbing her panties and socks from beside the dresser, and sat down on the bed. “Are you just gonna stand there and watch?” she giggled. “Don’t you think you should get dressed too?”

“Right,” I replied, tearing my eyes away from her gorgeous little body, somewhat embarrassed. “See you downstairs.”

I quickly returned to my room and combed out my own hair, pulled on clean panties and shorts, and slid my arms into one of my favorite cropped shirts, tying it under my breasts. Staring at my reflection in the mirror I decided to add a touch of lipstick and mascara, and then, satisfied, made my way downstairs again.

“My, don’t we look sharp,” Sharon smiled as I came into the kitchen, finding her and Emily busy cleaning up. Pam was sitting at the table in her cute white flowered dress, watching the others.

“Thanks, girlfriend,” I replied, walking over to her and giving her a hug. “Got an aunt to impress,” I added with a wink.

“Well, just don’t impress her too much,” she giggled. “I’m the jealous type, you know.”

“Mom, hurry back, okay?” piped up my daughter as I patted her butt and thanked her for helping Sharon clean up. “And make sure you bring Pam back with you, too,” she ordered.

“Well, we’ll see what her aunt has to say,” I told her. Turning to Pam I said, “Okay, let’s go, sweetie. We have a little trip to make.”

Pam walked over to Emily and gave her a kiss, telling her not to worry. If she knew her aunt, she’d be back soon to stay for the weekend, she assured her.

Pam and I then left my girlfriend and my daughter to finish the clean up and we walked together out the front door to climb into my slightly aging and dilapidated red car.

It didn’t take Sharon and Emily long to get the kitchen back into shape, after which they both went upstairs to get dressed. “Think she’ll come back with Mom?” Emily asked, hopefully.

“Sounds like you really want her to,” Sharon smiled. “I think it’s cute that you have a new girlfriend, but you have to be prepared to accept what her aunt decides.”

“Yeah, I know,” Emily replied. “But I really like her, an’ I know we can be great friends, Sharon. Like, well, like you and Mom are, you know?” she added, throwing her arms around Sharon’s waist and hugging her.

Sharon looked down fondly at Emily and unwrapped the towel from her hair whispering that they had better hurry and get dressed. Emily pulled away a bit, giggled, and untied the belt around Sharon’s robe.

“Okay, I’ll help you first,” she teased, as Sharon’s boobs flashed before her eyes. Reaching up and cupping them both with her hands she added, “I love these. Do you think mine will grow to be like yours?”

Sharon’s breath tightened a little at the young girl’s soft touch on her breasts, her nipples hardening in response. “Maybe more like your mom’s than mine, I think,” she whispered, squeezing Emily’s hands but not removing them.

“Does it feel good when I touch you? Like when Mom does this?” Emily wanted to know.

“Yes, sweetheart, it feels great.”

“Can I ask you something, Sharon? Like in the shower this morning, when Pam was washing your… your pussy? What was she doing that made you so… well, so excited? Can you show me? Pulease?”

Sharon could feel her pussy already reacting to Emily’s touch on her boobs, and now he thought of what Pam had done in the shower earlier was causing her juices to flow even more. After a few seconds of debate she motioned the young girl over to the bed and sat down, spreading her legs wide, asking Emily to kneel in front of her. Emily stared intently at the older woman’s pussy, noting the now shiny labia parting slightly.

“You look so wet, Sharon,” she giggled. “Am I making you horny?”

By way of an answer Sharon reached down with her hands and spread her lips even wider. “Slide two of your fingers inside me,” she told Emily.

Emily did as she was asked. “Oh, it’s so warm and slippery in there!” she cried.

Sharon moaned as the little girl’s fingers explored further. “Now take your thumb and rub it gently over my clit. It should be poking out at you. See it?”

Emily did, and she rolled her thumb from side to side over the hard nubbin, causing Sharon to jerk slightly.

“Did I hurt you?” Emily asked, stopping what she was doing.

“N…no sweetie. It’s sensitive, but it feels so good when you do that.”

“Is that what Pam was doing to you?”

“Sort of. Now press harder with your two fingers inside me, like up toward the front of my pussy, and continue rubbing my clit like you were doing with your thumb. That’s what Pam was doing. Only she has done it a lot before, and she had just the right touch to make me feel so excited that I had an orgasm real fast.”

“Is that what you and Mom do too?” Emily asked, fascinated, as she watched Sharon’s face closely to see if she was doing it right.

“Yessss, sometimes, and a lot more too,” she replied, lifting her butt from the bed to help Emily’s fingers hit the right spots. “Ohh baby, that feels so good,” she encouraged. “Keep doing that, yessss, just like that.”

Emily watched closely as Sharon’s eyes closed and her moaning became more intense. Spurred on by this reaction, Emily increased the pressure of her two fingers on the inside of Sharon’s pussy and flicked her thumb faster back and forth across her clit. Sharon’s breathing intensified as her butt lifted from the bed and she almost screamed out to Emily not to stop.

“Yes, yes, oh yesssss, oh my god, yesssssssss,” she moaned as she came hard, juices flowing from her engorged pussy over Emily’s fingers. Emily didn’t know whether to remove her fingers or not as Sharon’s breathing slowly returned to normal, so she just left them inside her pussy, sliding them around gently in the wet and sticky goo.

Sharon finally opened her eyes and smiled at Emily, grasping her wrist and sliding her fingers slowly out. Emily watched as they reappeared, covered in a white and creamy substance which clung to her fingers in strands. Experimentally, she held her hand to her face and stuck out her tongue, tasting the shiny juices. “Mmm, not bad,” she smiled, and licked some more. “Your pussy tastes kinda… well, nice,” she added, watching for Sharon’s reaction.

“Yeah, that’s what your mom always says, too,” Sharon told her, adding, “and I bet yours does too, you little vixen. Wow, you sure learn fast.”

“And now I can practice on Pam,” Emily giggled. “You said she’d done it a lot. Who taught her what to do?”

“Well, I think you’d better ask her that, not me, young lady. But I’m sure she will tell you.”

“Do all pussies taste as good as yours, Sharon? Like, does Mom’s?”

“Yes, your mom’s does, but I don’t exactly go around sampling lots of pussies, you silly girl.”

Emily plunked herself on the bed beside Sharon and untied her robe. Leaning back she asked, with a wicked gleam in her eye, “Wanna sample mine?”

Sharon couldn’t believe the precociousness of her girlfriend’s daughter, but then again, supposed she should have expected it. Staring at the sweet pussy being offered by Emily she found herself weakening.

Kneeling down between the girl’s legs, she raised them over her shoulders, lifted Emily’s butt off the bed and slowly slid her tongue up and down over her plump lips. Emily sighed at the touch and reached down to the sides of Sharon’s head, holding her tightly as Sharon gently explored the young girl’s labia. Spreading her lips slightly with her thumbs, she was able to slip her tongue inside a little and taste the sweet fragrance of her creamy juices, surprised at the ease with which they now seemed to flow.

Lost in the delight of being licked for the first time, Emily could not keep still and it took all of Sharon’s determination to keep her mouth in contact with the sweet young pussy. Squealing and squeaking with pleasure, Emily’s hands clenched tightly against Sharon’s head, pulling on her hair so much that the older woman jerked occasionally from the pain.

Eventually Emily reached a peak in her excitement and froze against Sharon’s mouth, her breath coming in sharp little jerks. Sharon waited until Emily finally came down from her pinnacle before moving away slightly. The young girl’s eyes were still closed as her breathing slowly returned to normal, her wet pussy swollen and juicy with her excitement.

As Sharon slowly ran her fingertips over Emily’s lips, feeling the slippery softness of her engorged little pussy, Emily uttered a single word, “Wow!”

Sharon smiled and caressed the sides of Emily’s face as she leaned down to kiss her gently on the lips. “Sounds like you enjoyed that,” she teased.

“Wow,” Emily repeated, and hugged Sharon tightly around the neck. “Mmmm,” she added. “I think I’d like to do that again.”

“Well, not right now, you don’t,” Sharon laughed, pulling the young girl to her feet. “Right now, we have to get dressed and get ready for your mom’s return.”

“And Pam’s too, I hope,” added Emily.

“And Pam’s too,” echoed Sharon.

Continue on to Chapter 9

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Tucked In

  • Posted on July 21, 2016 at 1:25 pm

By JetBoy

Wearing a long, gossamer-thin nightdress, Helen entered her niece Julia’s bedroom, turning to close the door behind her. She gazed at the young girl, seated in her bed, reading a Harry Potter book, Helen had forgotten which one. Her pulse throbbed at the sight of Julia’s innocent beauty.

Gently closing the door behind, Helen paused to moisten her lips, fighting to steady her voice before she spoke to the girl. Julia was enthralled by her book, all but unaware of her aunt’s presence. “Hello, precious.”

Julia slowly raised her head, giving her aunt a sweet smile.

The twelve-year-old girl was staying at Helen’s house while her mother, Helen’s older sister Susan, attended a sales convention. Helen was always glad to look after Julia any time she could — especially now that the cute moppet she used to babysit had blossomed into such a luscious preteen.

Julia closed her book, marking the place with her thumb. “Hi, Aunt Helen. Bedtime already?”

Helen nodded and said, “Yes, dear. Time to go to sleep.”

Glancing wistfully down at the thick volume, Julia sighed. “It’s sooooo hard to stop reading. You really wanna know what happens next.” She giggled. “But the whole book’s like that!”

“It’ll still be there for you tomorrow,” Helen said. “Come on now. Let’s get you settled in.”

“Kiss me goodnight first?” Julia asked shyly, and Helen felt her heart flip.

“Of course I will, sweetheart,” she replied. Gently taking the book from Julia and setting it to one side, Helen turned down the covers as Julia drew both knees up to her chin. That accomplished, Helen patted the bed. “Come on, honey, get underneath and I’ll tuck you in.”

Julia stretched out, wriggling her bottom down until her shoulders and head were resting on the pillow. As she moved, Helen caught what might have been a fleeting glimpse of the girl’s vulva through the gauzy pajama bottoms she wore — pink shorts that also left most of Julia’s bare legs on display. This provocative sleepwear had been Helen’s present to Julia, though she got even more pleasure from them than her niece did.

The sight, imagined or not, hit Helen like a blast of raw heat. Could Julia be wearing those without panties? she wondered.

Heart racing, she lifted the sheet and draped it over Julia’s legs, about halfway up her thighs, then sat on the edge of the bed.

“Do you like your new pajamas?” Helen asked.

“I do, lots! They’re very nice. Thank you again for getting them for me,” Julia replied. Peering down at the skimpy bottoms, she added, “I don’t think Mommy would like them, though.”  She pouted briefly, then visibly brightened. “Could I maybe leave my jammies here, Aunt Helen? I could wear them just for you.”

It took everything Helen had to keep from wrapping both arms around the young girl and kissing her full on the mouth. But she managed somehow to restrain herself, murmuring as she brushed a loose lock of hair from Julia’s face, “Why don’t you think your mommy would like your pajamas, sweetheart?”

Julia looked embarrassed, and her long eyelashes batted demurely as she said, “Because they are — well, the bottoms are so short, they’re sort of… sexy.”

“And she doesn’t want you to look sexy?” Helen asked, carefully placing her hand on the bed next to Julia’s thigh.

“No,” Julia said, a sulky tone to her voice. “Mommy always wants me to dress like I’m still a little kid!” She huffed in exasperation. “She says that girls that let their legs show are bad… the sort of girls, she says, who — who touch themselves.” Julia’s hand flew to her mouth, the girl’s eyes going wide as it struck her — what she’d just said.

“Touch themselves?” Helen queried with a raised brow.

Julia couldn’t look Helen in the eye, her cheeks burning as she whispered, “You know, touch themselves… down there.”

“Oh,” said Helen. “Don’t you ever touch yourself that way, sweetheart?”

“No!” blurted the young girl, biting her bottom lip before continuing. “Well… I did once, when I was in the shower.” She looked up at Helen through her long lashes, the perfect picture of innocence as she continued. “I didn’t mean to, Aunt Helen! I was just washing myself and it felt really good there, and, um…”

“And what, sweetheart?” Helen encouraged the young girl, her hand lightly resting on Julia’s silk-covered hip.

“It felt funny and… kinda nice, really. I wanted to keep doing it, but I thought about what Mommy said and I stopped,” Julia mumbled. Suddenly a look of fear stole across her sweet features. “You — you won’t tell her, will you, Aunt Helen?” she pleaded. “I didn’t mean to, but Mommy would be mad anyhow.”

God, Susan has turned into such a moralistic tight-ass, Helen thought. She smiled reassuringly, her hand gliding gently up Julia’s hip as she said, “No, honey, I won’t tell your mother. It’ll be our special secret.”

Once more the lashes batted as Julia said. “I do love you, Aunt Helen. Thank you for being so sweet to me.”

“And I love you, precious,” Helen replied gently. “That’s why I bought you the pajamas, you know. You’re such a pretty little girl… but you’re also growing up, so you ought to know what it’s like to feel sexy, to feel loved.” She leaned closer. “And it’s not wrong to touch yourself, sweetheart, no matter what my sister tells you. I do it all the time.”

Julia looked shocked and stammered. “You… you do?”

“Whenever I can,” Helen said with a conspiratorial wink. “I love making myself feel good — and so should you.”

Julia giggled, a sound like water flowing over stones in a brook. But the laughter stopped, her eyes growing wide as the tips of Helen’s fingers lightly traced a path up her bare thigh and onto the front of her pajama bottoms, brushing along the top of her mound. “Aunt Helen…?” she breathed.

“What, precious?” Helen asked as her hand slipped beneath the waistband of the young girl’s pajamas. To her delight, Julia had chosen to wear them without panties. Her fingers traced small circles in the soft down that adorned her niece’s vulva, drawing a gasp from Julia. “Does this feel good, honey?”

Julia said nothing, just nibbled her lower lip as she gazed wide-eyed at her aunt.

“It’s all right,” Helen assured her. “I won’t tell your mother. Doesn’t it feel nice… being touched like this?”

Barely above a whisper, Julia replied, “Yes…”

Helen smiled, “Is it making you feel funny? Kind of like when you get butterflies in your tummy — only lower down?”

A small, almost imperceptible nod of Julia’s head confirmed this. Helen couldn’t help but notice Julia’s nipples, now clearly outlined through the thin fabric of her top. Her lips barely touching the girl’s ear, she whispered. “Do you feel funny anywhere else, precious?”

With a look of embarrassment Julia confessed, “My… my b-boobies.” She gave her aunt a nervous glance, uncertain about using such a grownup word.

But Aunt Helen only smiled warmly. “How do they feel?”

Julia swallowed and bit her bottom lip before mumbling, “They feel all warm… and tingly.”

“Let me take a look,” Helen purred, slowly pulling on the bow that held the silken top closed with her free hand, watching with rising excitement as the loop shrank and vanished. Without the restraining knot the top slipped open, revealing the supple treasures within.

Helen spread her niece’s top the rest of the way open, exposing a budding breast. “You are so beautiful, child,” she breathed as her hand slid further down inside Julia’s pajamas to caress her sex, her exploring fingers drawing a tiny gasp from the young girl.

Helen watched the rise and fall of the girl’s bare breast, eyes alight in awe as Julia’s nipple began to stiffen, crying out to be touched, kissed, suckled. But the lust-drunk woman knew she had all the time in the world — and as her fingertips gently teased her niece’s now moist labia, she unveiled Julia’s other breast.

“May I show you how to kiss?” Helen asked — and without waiting for an answer she bent forward, lips brushing against Julia’s softly, the tip of her tongue detecting a hint of cherry lip balm.

Julia was frozen in shock. She didn’t try to stop her aunt, but neither did she respond as Helen slipped her tongue between the young girl’s parted lips, penetrating the warmth of her mouth.

At that moment, she wriggled the tip of her index finger into her niece’s vagina.

A moan sounded deep in Julia’s throat, and she began to tentatively respond to Helen’s searching tongue, shyly allowing hers to drift into her aunt’s welcoming mouth.

Surprising herself, the young teen hesitantly returned Helen’s kiss, then gasped in astonished wonder as that probing finger began to work its way in and out of her virginal slit, drawing forth more of the girl’s honey with each stroke.

Helen felt Julia quiver as the first tiny shocks of pleasure rippled through her, and she broke the kiss to look at her niece’s face, the girl’s eyes still wide with surprise.

“You like?” Helen asked with a smile.

Julia closed her eyes, hesitantly nodded.

Emboldened, Helen lightly touched the side of the girl’s breast, the backs of her long crimson nails sliding along the silky smooth skin, circling round and up towards the puckered tip. As she teased a taut nipple with her thumb, Helen allowed her finger to slip even deeper into Julia’s opening.

The young girl’s vagina clenched around the invading digit, Julia’s eyes widening further than ever as a pleasurable shudder overcame her nubile body.

“Do you want me to stop, precious?” Helen asked, a knowing smile on her lips.

Through shallow gasps Julia moaned, “Please don’t, please… Oh, this feels so nice, Aunt Helen.”

Helen licked her lips and, with deliberate slowness, dipped her head to envelop the young girl’s nipple as her finger slipped in and out of Julia’s slit. Teasing the pink bud with her tongue, she rolled the other between thumb and index finger, switching from one breast to the other then back again, leaving hints of red lipstick on her niece’s nipples.

By now Julia was moaning out loud, clutching her aunt’s head to her chest, rocking from side to side as strange new sensations flooded her body, threatening to overpower her with their intensity. Helen felt the soft body of her niece stiffen, the girl’s vagina gripping her finger as her orgasm found its release.

Julia let out a shriek as her whole world changed, made thrilling and new in one explosive moment.

Helen continued to kiss and suckle at her niece’s breasts until she felt the girl’s spasms fade to mere tremors.

Lifting her head, she studied Julia’s perfect face, flushed now and damp with sweat. The young girl’s smile said everything.

“Was that nice, then?” Helen asked gently as she let her finger slip out of Julia’s quivering pussy.

“Oh, Aunt Helen!” Julia all but sobbed with happiness. “That was wonderful. You’re so sweet, so good to me. W-why would Mommy not want me to feel like that?”

“I don’t know, but I think it would be better if we didn’t tell her… don’t you?” Helen said as she idly traced circles on the young girl’s stomach.

“I won’t tell,” Julia said solemnly. “Cross my heart.”

Helen smiled. “How does it feel down there now?”

“Warm… maybe a little sore,” Julia said, blushing a bit.

Untying the belt of her dressing gown as she stood, then letting her robe fall to the floor, Helen revealed her naked body. With a smile she said. “I can make it feel all better, precious.”

Turning back the sheet, Helen took hold of the waistband of Julia’s pajamas, then slowly pulled them down, giving the girl the opportunity to say no if she wanted. Instead, Julia helped by lifting her bottom clear of the bed, meekly allowing herself to be undressed. She wasn’t exactly sure what was happening, but the very idea of Aunt Helen wanting to see her with no clothes on sent a twinge of warmth through her still tingling sex.

Placing both hands on Julia’s knees, Helen gently parted her niece’s legs, exposing the source of the intoxicating scent that was now making itself felt. Drawn to it like a bee to a flower, Helen knelt before Julia and began to nuzzle the insides of the girl’s soft thighs.

Her kisses were delicate, like the touch of butterfly wings — moving gradually, steadily towards the sweet pink prize that awaited her between Julia’s legs. With the tip of her tongue Helen sampled her honey, savoring the heady aroma of arousal and drawing a soft whimper from her niece.

Helen licked at Julia’s slit, seeking out more of the young girl’s essence. She reached up, took hold of Julia’s right hand and guided it to the young girl’s breast, showing her how to fondle herself while Helen concentrated on her pussy.

Moaning with pleasure and bucking her hips, forcing her pussy against her aunt’s face, Julia thought she was in heaven… only to find she hadn’t quite reached the ultimate heights when Helen finally allowed her tongue to brush the young girl’s clitoris.

The shock of pleasure almost made Julia scream — but having felt it once, the young girl knew she wanted to experience it again and again, and Helen was only too happy to oblige as her niece began to grope her own breasts, pausing to pluck at the swollen nipples with fingers made clumsy in her innocent excitement..

Faster and faster, Helen’s tongue flicked her niece’s engorged pleasure button until the preteen girl did scream, shuddering helplessly as a climax tore through her like lightning.

Once Helen had brought Julia down from her orgasm, she lay down beside the panting little girl. Wrapping an arm around her now flushed niece, she drew Julia in until her head rested on Helen’s breast.

“Mmmmm… thank you, Aunt Helen,” Julia breathed, unaware of the happy tear forming in her aunt’s eye.

For a while they lay quietly in each other’s arms, Julia still drifting in a post-orgasmic haze. Suddenly Helen felt a finger stroking the top of her thigh and heard Julia shyly ask, “Uh… would you like for me to make you feel good, Aunt Helen?”

“You don’t have to,” Helen said, not wanting to take advantage of her sweet niece.

But Julia planted a soft kiss on the outside of Helen’s breast, then whispered, “But I’d like to…”

Without further words, the nude preteen began kissing her way down Helen’s body, her lips whisper-soft against her aunt’s tummy.

When Julia lay between Helen’s thighs, she gazed, utterly enthralled, at the first pussy she had ever seen up close. Slowly she reached out to brush the sticky labia with curious fingers, then cooed excitedly when her beautiful aunt moaned in response, parting her legs even further.

Julia dipped her head to press a loving kiss into the wet folds of Aunt Helen’s vagina, pausing to lick her lips — savoring the taste, finding it delicious. Eagerly the young girl burrowed her face between her aunt’s thighs, her tongue emerging to explore.

Helen fondled her breast with one hand while the other rested on Julia’s head, her fingers entwining in the young girl’s golden tresses. “Oh yes. Oh,” she whimpered. “Oh, my sweet child… that feels so — OH! — so good.”

As Julia pleasured her aunt she looked up over Helen’s mound, transfixing the older woman with her loving gaze, shaded by long, dark lashes. She was the very picture of the innocent slut — and a whimpering Helen couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sexy sight.

Julia licked and sucked at her aunt’s juicy cunt with abandon, happily making love to another female for the first time. It felt so good, so right — better than any of the awkward fumblings she’d experienced with boys.

Hands shaking, Helen indicated the throbbing nubbin of her clitoris. “Julia, my love… oh God, p-please lick me here. Oh. Oh yes.”

The young girl obliged, raising her face slightly to tease her aunt’s clit with the tip of her tongue — and the response was volcanic.

A shudder rocked Helen’s body, then she cried out as a shock of pure pleasure smashed through her, then another, then another. Her niece held on tightly, clutching Helen’s thighs, still pleasuring her aunt as best she could.

Finally the older woman stopped Julia with a hand on the girl’s head. “Oh, precious,” Helen gasped, “No — no more.”

Julia placed one last kiss upon her aunt’s vulva before crawling up the bed, flopping next to Helen in the place she had occupied earlier. Both women were flushed and breathing heavily.

“You look very sleepy, my angel,” Helen said at last, and immediately Julia stifled a yawn.

“I do feel tired, Aunt Helen,” Julia said dreamily. “Will you kiss me again before I fall asleep?” She tilted her head to peer up at her aunt, her hair in disarray, the pretty blue ribbon long since dislodged. The girl wore an expression of adoration on her face.

Helen smiled lovingly at her niece, then she let her lips find those of the sleepy girl in her arms. The kiss was warm and passionate.

“I love you, Aunt Helen,” Julia sighed happily as their lips parted. “Can we do this again? It was nice…” She yawned once more.

Helen sprinkled a few soft kisses on her niece’s face and neck. “Oh, precious,” she whispered, “I’ll make love to you whenever you like.” She sat up in the bed, swinging her legs to the floor. “Goodnight, Julia.”

Suddenly Julia’s eyes were open, and she seized her aunt’s hand. “No, Aunt Helen,” she pleaded, “don’t go. Please… stay with me.”

Helen’s heart fluttered as her adorable niece brought her hand to her lips, kissing the palm. “Okay, then,” she smiled, again hugging the young girl to her. They settled down together, snuggling close.

Soon Julia was fast asleep, her breathing regular and deep. Helen lay quietly, radiant with happiness, the object of her deepest desires naked and in her arms at long last.

The End

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I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 38

  • Posted on July 18, 2016 at 1:48 pm

The Slumber Party, Part II, or Riding the Pussy-go-round

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

“Do you want me to touch you there?” Deanna was asking her cousin Tori in the video.

“Yeah, it feels good!” Tori said.

Already this was becoming the greatest slumber party in the history of slumber parties! Like many of these get-togethers, it was mostly an excuse for engaging in sexual play, depending on how much sexual knowledge the slumber party guests had. Many girls our age either didn’t know much or wouldn’t admit to all they knew. The girls at this party had no such problem. Even the ten-year-olds, Jenna and Carmen, were more like adults when it came to sex.

What we were watching on the large TV screen was the sexual education of another little girl, five year-old Tori. My eyes were glued to the little girl who had the puffy pussy of a girl that age, as well as a little bubble butt. I tried to imagine what it would be like to touch her the way Deanna was on the video, which Deanna’s sister Elizabeth had been more than happy to video.

As we watched, the picture began to jiggle.

“Sorry, Elizabeth couldn’t keep her hands off herself,” Deanna explained.

“I don’t blame her,” said Linda, who was staring at the events on the screen. Carmen was pinching Linda’s nipples playfully and tweaking a nipple stud piercing the older girl had while Linda rubbed her own clit lightly.

“Are you gonna kiss and lick it again?” The question was Tori’s.

“If you want me to,” said the onscreen Deanna.

At this point Elizabeth walked up to Deanna and Tori and knelt, pointing the camera down to where Deanna’s head was concealing Tori’s little pussy.

“You wanna touch me where I showed you?” Elizabeth asked from behind the camera.

“Yeah,” came the enthusiastic reply. We watched as Tori’s hand came up to Elizabeth’s pussy and began massaging her clit. Then a shot of Tori’s face showed how much she was enjoying touching the seventeen-year-old.

After about five minutes of this, Tori said, “It’s starting to tingle a lot again.”

“Just let it happen, sweetpea,” we heard Elizabeth say. “Just like the last time.”

“K,” Tori said. So… she had come before.

Soon Tori’s cute, little face scrunched up and she began to breathe in short gasps, as if she were trying to finish running a marathon. Her squeals of delight echoed throughout the den where we sat watching this erotic display. Her little body spasmed and shook as the orgasm ran through her.

We could hear Elizabeth breathing hard too, but she wasn’t coming yet.

“Come lick me,” Deanna said to Tori, “and I’ll lick Elizabeth this time.”

Soon, the video showed Tori licking her cousin Deanna while Deanna licked Elizabeth.

“I have to lie down,” Elizabeth said. I was amazed she’d managed to remain upright all this time.

The camera angle had some funny movements, and we watched as both Elizabeth and then Deanna came. The camera work was shaky by this time, but the eroticism of what was happening affected all of us.

Then the video made that funny, twisting transition where you can’t see anything for a moment until what had been on the tape that you are taping over comes into view. It was of Deanna when she was younger, like maybe seven. Once again, Elizabeth was operating the video camera, but Deanna was asleep. We knew it was Elizabeth because she was providing some narration.

“I need to be quiet, but I don’t think she’ll wake up. She hasn’t before,” Elizabeth’s voice said, though it sounded younger.

“I’ve never seen this before,” Deanna said from her place on the sofa where she sat watching this strange video.

We watched, wondering what might happen. The young Deanna lay in her bed with the covers thrown off, as if she had gotten hot in the night and disposed of the blankets. She wore panties and a t-shirt, but nothing else. I began to wonder if what I thought might happen would.

And then it did.

Elizabeth’s hand sneaked into the picture frame and reached for her sister’s panties. I knew Deanna used to sleep like the dead, and I doubted she would wake up during this.

The hand sneaked into Deanna’s panties and began to rub the young girl’s slit. Deanna, still asleep, gave a soft moan after a minute of this and adjusted her body. Then she was still again.

The hand managed to get underneath the elastic waistband and gently tug the panties down to just below Deanna’s crotch.

“Oh my God,” Deanna said. “She’s molesting me in my sleep.” She gave a nervous giggle.

“You never knew about this?” Sara asked.

“No,” Deanna said. “I’ve never seen it, and I never knew she did it, much less taped it.”

It seemed that a part of Deanna was annoyed at this intrusion by her sister. It was obviously before they began their incestuous relationship, or at least it was before Deanna knowingly took part in it. Their mutual relationship hadn’t happened until Deanna was nine. She was clearly younger in this video.

On the other hand, I could see watching this was turning Deanna on quite a bit. The knowledge that her sister had lusted after her for at least two years prior to the moment they had consensual sex was indeed very exciting. Elizabeth would have been about eleven in this video.

We watched as Elizabeth played with her seven-year-old sister’s snatch.

I glanced around. All eyes were on the TV screen. The idea we were watching a real molestation seemed to excite everyone even more than we had been excited by the part with Tori.

As I watched the video, sneaking glances at the girls watching it, I could see that everyone was being turned on by this, even Deanna, who was the one her sister was taking liberties with.

This looked more like a pubescent seduction, or at least a ‘pre’ seduction, at any rate.

I wanted to find out what Deanna thought. “Do you wish you’d woken up and caught her?” I asked.

Deanna glanced at me before returning her eyes to what was happening on the screen. “Yeah.”

“Are you pissed?” Marie asked.

“I was a little at first, but then I thought about how she’s only eleven here.”

“What are you now, then, if not pissed?” I asked.

She smiled at me. “Horny.”

That settled it. Had she been bothered by this in any way, I would have insisted we turn it off. Her response basically said it was okay to watch this. She certainly wanted to. I guess if she didn’t mind, nobody else should either.

Elizabeth’s hand disappeared behind the camera again, but she was obviously reaching for her face. I suspected what she was doing.

Sure enough, when her hand reappeared, her fingers glistened with her saliva. Being asleep, and only seven, Deanna didn’t produce much in the way of pussy juices, so it would be natural to moisten her pussy with spit.

As we watched Elizabeth continue to fondle her little sister’s pussy, the young, sleeping Deanna began to respond. Her hips began to move slightly and her breathing pace increased quite a bit.

“Here it comes,” we heard Elizabeth say from behind the camera.

Deanna’s body began to hunch a little bit and spasms rocked her, though they were small ones. I realized my mouth had dropped open as we witnessed little Deanna coming on camera.

When she had finished her little climax, her breathing slowly returned to normal. We watched as Elizabeth’s hand moved behind the camera again.

Then the camera adjusted its view, making me dizzy with the quick movement. We were now looking at eleven-year-old Elizabeth’s face. She smiled and put the finger that had been playing with Deanna’s pussy into her mouth, saying, “Mmmm. Delicious!” into the camera. “Maybe one day I’ll get my nerve up to lick her directly.”

The video made that adjustment from one filming to another, and we were watching something that had obviously been taped off the TV, a cartoon of some kind that I didn’t recognize, though I probably would have if the video had continued playing. However, since the sex had ended, so had the movie, with Sara switching off their VHS player.

“Holy shit! You had no idea, did you?” Sara asked.

“No,” Deanna said.

“You two obviously get it on now,” Linda said.

I looked at Marie’s older sisters. Each had one hand on the pussy of the ten-year-old nearest them and one on their own mound. Then I saw that Marie and Deanna were masturbating themselves gently as well. The funny part was that I didn’t notice I had been touching myself too.

I giggled before asking Deanna, “What are you thinking?”

“That I wish I’d woken up and she’d taught me how to lick her pussy back then instead of us getting it on for the first time two years later. We wasted so much time,” Deanna said. “It was pretty obvious I liked what she did. Imagine if we’d gotten into a sixty-nine.”

I looked at Deanna and I could tell she was disappointed she hadn’t awakened during her sister’s nighttime fun.

“Well, there are plenty of girls here who would love to lick you,” Linda said.

I liked Linda. She was older and had pink and blue hair, a nose ring, and a number of other piercings, including a stud through her right nipple, which Carmen had enjoyed playing with earlier. I could not imagine doing that to my boob, but I admired the one she had. She also had four piercings in her left ear and three in her right.

Yet, despite looking so punk, she seemed to be fairly average. She would surprise a lot of the adults I knew who thought punk kids were rebellious and difficult. Linda was as nice as it was possible for a girl to be. She just liked that look. I began to wonder if the fact her mom had brought her up to be accepting of others made that difference.

Of the three sisters, she was also the plumpest, though I would never have described her as fat in any way. It’s just that whereas Sara and Marie were thin and athletic, Linda had a bit more, well, padding, I guess would be the word. Like I said, average.

Not only that, but she had the most genuine smile I’d ever seen. It beamed from her face, and when she smiled at me, I automatically smiled back.

Now, she was smiling at me again, and was crooking her index finger to beckon me over to her.

I think I knew what she had in mind. I had noticed her whisper to Carmen before her ‘come here’ gesture, so I suspected I was in for a great threesome.

Meanwhile Sara was preparing to go down on my sister, who was all smiles. I could tell Jenna had gotten an instant crush on Sara.

Marie and Deanna were already making out, and Marie had one hand on Deanna’s mound, rubbing her delicious honey all through the folds inside her pussy.

For a moment I was jealous before realizing both of these girls loved me completely. We were now a threesome in all aspects, and jealousy had no place in our lives. Who cared if they got together, even if I wasn’t around? I would be a hypocrite if I let something like that bother me. After all, I still had sex with them when the other wasn’t around.

Joining Linda and Carmen on the sofa, I set myself in a position that allowed me to make out with Linda while playing with Carmen’s pussy and butthole. I placed one knee between Linda’s legs, the other outside her thigh, and squatted so that my pussy was against her right thigh. I moved my hips in a fucking motion to smear my juices on her leg. Linda grinned as I did that, then reached down to where my pussy pressed against her and gathered some fluid on her finger. Bringing her hand up to my face, she let me lick some of my juices from the offered finger. After I had a few licks, she stuck her finger in her mouth and said, “Mmmm.”

Then we started making out. I reached for Carmen’s pussy and let my fingers flutter, rubbing her clit and labia. She was soaking wet down there, and I loved it. I loved that she enjoyed watching Deanna with Tori on the TV, not to mention Elizabeth’s youthful foray into Deanna’s room one night to touch her pussy while Deanna slept.

Linda cupped my boobs, massaging and pinching them. Our mouths slid over each other while our tongues wrapped each other in a spit bath.

I continued to rub my pussy against Linda’s thigh as our kiss broke. I glanced at Carmen, whose eyes were half-lidded with lust.

Suddenly, I wanted to get my mouth on Carmen’s pussy. I’d licked her before, when she and Jenna had tricked me, but I wanted to do it again.

“Let’s both take turns licking Carmen,” I said to Linda.

She was all for it. Smiling, she said, “Sure thing.”

We moved to the floor, which was plushly carpeted, and laid Carmen back with a sofa pillow under her head. She spread her legs wide, gripping her knees to pull them toward her almost non-existent boobs, and I could see the sticky honey that coated everything inside her hairless pussy. My mouth literally watered. I had to stop and swallow for fear I would drool onto the carpet.

“Me first,” I said.

“Your idea, so dive in,” said Linda, grinning.

I didn’t hesitate. Who would? I was being offered a succulent little pussy, bare of any hair without the need for waxing or shaving, and its owner eager for me to bring her to a smashing orgasm.

I followed Linda’s advice and dived in.

I had licked her before, and was immediately taken back to that time. She tasted so fresh and delicious! I did the chewing thing I had learned from Marie, and it seemed to be sending Carmen into orbit. She began squealing and trembling. I could feel her legs shudder she was enjoying my lips, tongue, and teeth so much.

Next, Linda took a turn, doing pretty well the same thing I had. I figured the Perlacci girls were all expert at using their teeth just enough to cause extreme pleasure.

Then, I took over again, spending only a minute licking and chewing Carmen’s pussy, hoping I would be the one to take her over the top.

Linda tapped my shoulder and I moved back to allow her access to Carmen’s dripping pussy. I waited for about a minute and tapped her to take my turn again.

Soon, Carmen was grunting and hunching herself up from lying down, as if she were trying to do crunches for her abs. She was coming like mad. Finally, the little girl tapped my head, saying, “No more… No more… Sensitive.”

I leaned back and Linda was immediately kissing me, tasting the sweet nectar that was covering my mouth and chin. We settled back and moved into a frenzied sixty-nine. We both were so horny we felt the need to come as quickly as we could. At least I know I felt that way. And based on Linda’s quick movements to get us into position, I figured she felt the same.

Carmen lay there and watched us eating each other. The sounds of other girls’ orgasms filled the room and helped push me quickly over the edge. I could hear Deanna’s high-pitched squeaks, along with Marie’s grunts of pleasure. I knew they were having a wonderful time with each other, whatever they were doing. I could hear Sara talking to Jenna and telling her how lovely she was, and how soft her pussy was. Jenna wasn’t hearing much of it, I don’t think. She was too busy coming.

Later, we lay there catching our breath and cooling down. Then we decided to play Truth or Dare. We decided to let the youngest girl go first, which meant Jenna would start the game since she was a few months younger than Carmen.

Jenna looked at me first and waved her hand at me as if shooing a fly. “I know everything about you, already,” she said. The other girls laughed.

“I don’t,” Sara said.

“Then you can ask her something if she chooses truth,” Jenna answered, which brought more laughter and a lighthearted “she shot you down” from Linda.

Jenna decided to choose her friend first, probably to avoid being embarrassed by asking or daring the wrong thing.

“Carmen, truth or dare?” she began.

“Truth?” she said, not sure which she should pick since either could be embarrassing.

Jenna thought for a second. “Okay, how old were you the first time you touched your pussy and liked how it felt?”

Carmen thought for a few seconds before Marie said, “Come on, girl. You gotta tell. It’s the rule.” Marie was smiling at Carmen, or rather leering at her. I could tell she wanted to have some sexual fun with her before the night was through.

“I know. I’m trying to remember. I was kinda young.”

“That’s the point,” Sara said. “How young?” She, too, was obviously excited by the idea of having fun with Carmen.

“I think I was four or five,” Carmen answered.

“How did it happen?” Jenna asked.

“I don’t have to tell that,” Carmen said. “I already answered your question. Now, it’s my turn.” She looked around at the naked girls sitting in a circle and landed on Marie, probably as payback for trying to hurry her up.

“Marie,” she said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare,” said Marie, always the boldest one in the group. It was one of the many reasons I loved her.

“Okay,” Carmen said. “You have to run naked up to the street and back while we watch.”

“Like she’s never done that before,” Sara laughed.

“Shush,” said Marie, grinning. I had never heard about such exploits and was curious.

We all got up and went to the formal living room, which faced the street. I was surprised when Marie stepped out into the night and sauntered to the street and back, seeming not to worry if anyone saw her walking outside in the nude. It took her well over a minute, closer to two actually, to complete her trek.

We walked back to the den, laughing and joking.

“Okay, my turn,” Marie said. “Cheryl, truth or dare?”

I had considered what I would say, of course, when called upon. I figured most dares wouldn’t be much of a challenge, much like asking Marie to walk to the street and back naked. I would be more nervous, given it wasn’t my neighborhood, exactly, but I would have no problem completing the task. Because most dares in these circumstances involved nudity or sex, there really weren’t many actual ‘dares’ for us to fear. I mean, if we’d not just had an orgy, maybe telling someone to lick another girl would be the biggest dare possible.

Therefore, I decided to see if someone could challenge me with a question that might be uncomfortable to answer. I know most girls might shy away from the more difficult choice, but I wanted the game to be exciting.

“Truth,” I said.

“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve ever done, sexually, that nobody else knows?”

I knew my answer right away, but there was a glitch. “Deanna already knows it,” I said.

“Something even Deanna doesn’t know,” Marie said.

“She knows everything,” I said.

“There’s not one thing she doesn’t know about because you’ve been too embarrassed to tell her?” Linda asked.

“Nope,” I said. I was confident I had told her everything about my sexual life.

“Okay, then, we’ll let you tell the most embarrassing thing that only Deanna knows,” said Marie.

“I’ve let a dog lick me to orgasm,” I said.

Jaws dropped all around the circle. Eyes went wide.

Then I saw Deanna. Her jaw had dropped, too, and her eyes showed her shock at my statement.

“You didn’t know about that?!” I asked her.

“No!” she said. “Really? You let a dog lick your pussy until you came?”

Now I really was embarrassed. Had I gone too far?

Then Sara broke the tension. “That is so… fucking… hot!”

I continued to look at the circle of girls. “Really?” I asked, echoing Deanna’s question to me seconds before.

Sara, Linda, Marie, and Deanna all began to talk at once, excited by my confession. Questions like, Did you like it? What did it feel like? Did you let the dog fuck you? bombarded me.

I laughed. “One at a time!” I said through my giggles. The younger girls, Jenna and Carmen still sat there, wide-eyed. I felt certain they didn’t know what to think about what I’d done.

“I actually considered doing that once at a friend’s house,” Sara said. “She had a mixed breed dog that loved to stick his nose in my crotch. One night I spent the night and went to pee and the dog came up to me in greeting. His nose went straight for my pussy. I was only like fourteen at the time, and I considered letting him lick me to find out what it was like, but I chickened out.”

“You mean Sheila’s dog Max?” Linda asked.

“Yeah.”

“He used to sniff my crotch all the time, too!”

“What was it like?” Sara asked me. “Did you do anything else with the dog?”

So I proceeded to tell them about babysitting Emily and how I’d discovered her letting her dog Annie lick her. By the time I’d finished, each of the girls had her hand in her pussy, rubbing it.

“Maybe we can talk Mom into getting a dog,” Jenna said.

“I doubt it,” I told her. “She doesn’t like dogs much, and besides, she’d know why we wanted one.”

By this time, the game of Truth or Dare had been forgotten. I remembered a game I had played with other girls and women for my tenth birthday and suggested we play it. I explained how it worked, and everyone loved the idea since it would give everyone a chance to lick each of the girls at the slumber party.

I made everyone lie on their backs on the carpeted floor next to each other, the youngest, Jenna, in the first position, followed by Carmen. Marie, Deanna, Linda, and Sara followed the young girls as they formed a row of naked girls. Because it was my game, I was to start.

I lay between my sister’s legs and began to lick her pussy, spending maybe a minute on her before moving on to Carmen. After I finished licking Carmen for a minute, I moved to Marie and Jenna began licking Carmen. As each of us finished licking, we moved to the next girl in line. By the time I was licking Sara, Jenna was licking Linda, Carmen was making Deanna feel good, and Marie was waiting her turn to lick Deanna. When I finished licking Sara, I lay down beside her to wait my turn to get licked. When Jenna finished licking Sara for a minute, she moved to me.

It was the world’s most wonderful party game!

The movement of the line of girls began to snake around the room to avoid furniture and walls. Soon, I heard Linda begin to come. The rule was that even if it was time to move to the next person, once someone started coming, nobody moved on until that person had finished her orgasm. This allowed girls to get even closer to their climax.

Once Linda finished coming, everyone moved to the next girl in line. Another rule was that nobody could play with her own pussy. If you are not being licked, you can play with your boobs, but that was all. With an even number of girls there were times when everyone was either licking or being licked. That never happened when there was an odd number of girls, like this time.

We continued the game for at least a half hour. By that time everyone had come at least once. Linda and Sara had come twice, but Marie came three times. Needless to say, everyone LOVED this game!

“I wish I’d known about this game years ago,” Sara said when we had all recovered from playing.

“What do you call the game?” Marie asked.

“I don’t know. It’s just ‘the game.’

“I have an idea for a name,” said Carmen.

“What?” I asked, curious to see what name she might have.

“Well, it’s sort of like a merry-go-round, so why not call it pussy-go-round?”

Everyone responded very positively to that name. It fit the idea, and it made the sexual aspect to the game obvious.

We were all getting tired by then, so we went upstairs to Sara’s room. She and Linda shared a room and each slept in their own king-sized bed. They had pushed the two kings together to form this huge bed. We tumbled onto the comfortable beds and finally drifted off. I remember looking at Sara’s bedside clock when I was about to nod off and saw it was 1:43 A.M.

It seemed like only a minute later that I was being awakened, but not in the usual manner. I awoke to the feeling of a mouth on my pussy.

Someone was licking my slit, coaxing my clit out to play and enjoy the fun. I really didn’t care who it was, but I realized that whoever was licking me may have gotten the idea from the video we’d watched earlier that evening.

I was being molested in my sleep, and because I was aware someone I knew was doing the molesting, I was fine with the idea. In fact I loved it!

I lay with my eyes closed, playing a game with myself to see if I could identify who it was without looking.

I could feel soft, long hair lying against my hips, so it wasn’t Linda. I listened to the girl’s breathing as she ate me. For some reason, she sounded older, so I eliminated Jenna and Carmen. She seemed to feel larger than Marie or Deanna, so I guessed it was Sara.

Looking down, I found I was correct. I could see her in the dim sunlight that managed to sneak itself into the room around the heavy curtains. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was only just after six o’clock.

Sara was lying between my legs, her mouth against my slit. I moved slightly to give her easier access. When she looked at me, I smiled at her. She winked and returned to what she was doing.

I felt movement to my left and noticed that Linda was licking Jenna, who was still asleep, but probably not for long. When Linda saw me, she pulled back and began to flick Jenna’s clit with the tip of her tongue for me to see, the corners of her mouth turned upward in a smile as she did it. Then she moved back and covered my sister’s hairless mound with her mouth. I noticed Jenna stirring a bit as she did this.

My own clit was starting to tingle in such a way that I knew I was getting close. Jenna awoke at that moment and looked down to find Linda perched between her legs providing the exquisite pleasure for the ten-year-old.

She immediately began to come.

Meanwhile, my thirteen-year-old clit was climbing the mountain fast. I began to buck and hump Sara’s mouth, and my movements woke Deanna and Marie up. Carmen remained asleep for now.

I think my screams of delight may have awakened her, however.

Soon, everyone was lying in a pile of young girl flesh, seeking the nearest pussy, boob, or butt. I felt someone sucking my toes. It tickled, but in a good way. Fingers invaded my pussy, which was happy to surrender. Mouths attacked my boobs, bringing my already stiff nipples to firmer attention. Someone’s finger entered my butthole, while a mouth clamped onto my slit, the tongue massaging my clit.

Meanwhile, I was doing the same to whichever girl I came into contact with. Each pussy was bald, but some were larger, so I figured the larger ones belonged to Sara or Linda. I recognized Jenna’s pussy and took a minute to lick my little sister. My fingers explored whatever they touched.

It was an orgy to beat all orgies, at least to me. I felt I was in heaven.

Finally, I wanted to be with the two girls I was madly in love with, Deanna and Marie. We ended up in a daisy chain. The other girls watched until they rejoined one another.

By nine o’clock, we were all totally exhausted and realized the party had to come to an end.

Later, as we waited for Gwen to come pick up Carmen, I asked her again about her relationship with Gwen.

“Yeah, she had me spend the night last week,” Carmen said. “When I got to her place, she asked me if I knew why she wanted me to come stay the night with her. Clare had stayed with her a few nights before, so I knew what was going to happen. Of course, Clare had told me everything. So I told Aunt Gwen I wanted her to do to me everything she’d done with Clare.”

“How was it?” I asked, remembering the time Gwen joined in for a family ‘get-together.’

“Great! I asked my mom if I could stay the night with her at least once a week, and she said I could.”

I was happy for my sister’s young friend. She had to put up with Clare and her bossiness, so she deserved some special time with Gwen.

Gwen picked up Carmen, and Jenna and I loaded into Sara’s car to be taken home. I felt so tired and sexually satisfied that I thought I could go without sex for a week after all that. As it turned out, that idea didn’t last because Jenna sneaked into my bedroom three nights later and molested me in the middle of the night because, as she said, “I wanted to find out what it was like to do that to someone.” It turned out she liked it, and continued sneaking into my bed for years.

And of course, I would often return the favor. Because we were already lovers, it was certainly not any kind of molestation, just fun.

The slumber party had changed our lives in a way.

But when I got home from the fun, troubling news awaited.

Continue on to Chapter 39

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The Thunderstorm

  • Posted on July 15, 2016 at 2:25 pm

By Naughty Mommy

Kenzie woke with a start. For a moment, she wasn’t sure where she was. The dark room she was sleeping in seemed familiar, but it was not her own … and then it gradually came to her.

With a feeling of relief, Kenzie recalled what had happened.

Earlier that night, a loud storm with heavy winds and crashing lightning had frightened her so badly that she’d fled from her bed to her big sister’s room, begging Brianna to let her sleep with her, just for a while. Their mother was out of town on business for a couple of days, and even though Kenzie was 13 years old and liked to think of herself as becoming mature and independent, at times she still needed the feeling of someone she loved being close and comforting.

Brianna’s room was bigger than hers, and it seemed sturdy and safe. Not long after she’d crawled into bed with her sibling, the thunder had quieted and Kenzie had fallen fast asleep.

Now, however, it was the middle of the night, and although she could hear rain falling steadily outside the window, something else had awakened her. It appeared that her sister was perhaps having a bad dream. Her moans and movements in the bed had awakened Kenzie.

 

But 16-year-old Brianna wasn’t having a bad dream — she was masturbating. She had to. Brianna masturbated every night. It was the only way she could put herself to sleep.

After she got in bed and turned out the lights, she would close her eyes and begin fantasizing, running her hands over her own body as she imagined herself in sexy situations, making love with a boy — or, much more often now, with a girl. In the past few months, that had become her favorite fantasy: kissing and touching one of the pretty girls at her school. It always got her very excited and gave her the best orgasms.

An hour earlier, Brianna had just been getting started with her nightly session of pleasuring herself when her door had opened and Kenzie came in, saying she was scared and wanted to get in bed with her.

It was frustrating, but what could she do? Brianna loved her little sister, and didn’t want her to be frightened.

Fortunately, it didn’t seem that Kenzie had realized what she’d interrupted. Brianna spent a few minutes comforting her. They’d hugged briefly beneath the covers, and although Brianna was nude (she always slept that way now because it made masturbation easier), Kenzie hadn’t said anything about that. Then the younger girl had turned over on her other side and within a few minutes appeared to be asleep.

Brianna tried to fall asleep as well. She turned from one side to the other, thinking calm, peaceful thoughts, but it was no use. After waiting a long time, hoping she would eventually drift off, Brianna at last made the decision to be very careful and quiet and give herself the orgasm she so desperately needed.

Lying on her back, she closed her eyes and pretended. As she fondled her breasts, she imagined it was Mia Hansen, the cute blonde sophomore in French class, touching her. She licked her fingers and wet the tips of her nipples, rubbing them gently, fantasizing that Mia was licking her tits.

She thought of another girl, Courtney Shaw, that sexy brunette senior with the amazing long legs who always wore such short skirts. Brianna had never met her, but whenever she pictured herself naked with Courtney it made her incredibly hot.

She pretended that while Mia was sucking on her nipples. Courtney was kissing her, and that while Brianna and Courtney were kissing, Courtney was reaching under Brianna’s skirt and putting her hand inside her panties and touching her pussy. Brianna’s fingers caressed her labia as she fantasized about Courtney and Mia making love to her.

Opening her legs a bit wider, she let one finger slide into her warm folds and ease down to find the opening to her vagina. As she pressed the tip of her finger inside herself, Brianna had to stifle a small cry. She was trying very hard to be quiet, but she was so juicy and it felt so good!

She began lightly circling her clitoris with her lubricated finger and tried her best to be still, but the mattress was not firm enough to completely conceal her movements.

 

Kenzie wondered what it was. The bed was moving in a certain rhythm, and the way she heard Brianna breathing, almost panting, it didn’t seem so much like a bad dream but more like her sister was excited, aroused. Could it be that Brianna — was masturbating?

Kenzie knew about masturbation. She’d been doing it herself since she was 12. But that was something you did in private, wasn’t it? It had never occurred to her that you might do it when someone else was right there in the bed with you, even if you assumed they were asleep.

But as she rolled that thought around in her head for a moment, the idea of masturbating with someone else suddenly became very enticing. Just imagine how naughty it would be to touch yourself that way and have someone else — like another girl, maybe even your big sister — watching while you did it, and then you would watch her touching herself too, and you could both get excited and perhaps even come at the same time. That would be awesome!

Kenzie was wide awake now. She wanted to say something, to let Brianna know that she knew, and to ask — oh please, please, let me do it with you, let me watch, and you can watch me — but she was afraid her sister might not understand or that she would get angry. So she just waited and listened.

 

Licking her lips, Brianna imagined that Mia was moving up to kiss her on the mouth while Courtney was sliding down to eat her pussy. She pushed a finger inside her moist vagina, fucking herself, dreaming it was Courtney’s tongue licking her, tasting her, penetrating her.

That was such a thrilling fantasy! It was amazing how much hotter it was to think about girls instead of boys. Sometimes at school she would look furtively at Courtney in the hallway and wonder what it would be like to lie between her long bare legs and look at her cunt. Or in French class, she would smile at Mia and Mia would smile back and Brianna would wish she could pull Mia’s clothes off and touch her tits and suck on her nipples.

Several times this year it had been so bad that she’d actually had to go into the bathroom at school and make herself come because she couldn’t stand it any longer. That was really risky because it would be easy to get caught by one of the other girls, but in a way that made it even more exciting.

Now, lying in the dark and masturbating, with her little sister asleep in bed right beside her, knowing that she was going to make herself come, and that if she wasn’t careful Kenzie might wake up and see what Brianna was doing — but maybe that would make Kenzie excited too! Could it be?

When she thought about that, about Kenzie watching her and getting excited, and Brianna allowing her to look at her wet cunt while she fucked herself, she suddenly had to come, soon, and she didn’t care who found out about it. She began to move her legs wider apart.

 

There was no doubt about it. Kenzie could hear the wet squishiness of her sister’s fingers in her pussy. She knew without question what Brianna was doing, and it sounded like she might be getting close to an orgasm. That made Kenzie extremely excited.

Slowly, very slowly, she had eased from her side onto her back. Then, as quietly and smoothly as she could, she’d slid one hand under her nightie to feel her small breasts. Her nipples were stiff and swollen and exquisitely sensitive. She’d shuddered involuntarily when she pinched a nipple and felt the shock wave of pleasure between her legs. She’d let her other hand slip inside her panties. But in order to touch more than just the edges of her soft, sparse pubic hair, she would have to open her legs.

 

Not realizing it, the two girls moved at the same time. As they both parted their thighs, their knees touched.

Brianna stopped still for a moment and turned her head to see if she had accidentally awakened her sister. What she saw in the dim light was Kenzie’s face looking back at her. She was awake, all right, apparently wide awake.

Kenzie spoke first. “Are you… touching yourself?” she whispered.

“Uh-huh,” Brianna nodded sheepishly, embarrassed to be caught, but really not wanting to stop. She let her moistened fingers find the tip of her clitoris as she stared into Kenzie’s eyes.

“Please don’t stop,” begged the younger girl. “Keep going. But… um… can I watch you?”

Hearing that request almost made Brianna come instantly. “You — you want to watch me make myself come?”

“Yeah,” nodded Kenzie, “and I want to do it too. With you.”

Brianna breathed a sigh of relief, then impulsively leaned over and gave her sister a quick kiss on the lips, and pulled back, smiling. “Okay, me too. But, um, do you want to do it in the dark? Or turn on a lamp or something?”

“In the light. I want to see!” Kenzie’s pretty face was beaming with anticipation.

“Okay,” Brianna giggled. “Just a minute.” She turned the other way and reached up to switch on the bedside lamp.

In the brighter light, Kenzie could clearly see her sister’s bare breasts. They were small, though not as small as her own, and round with beautiful erect nipples. Until that moment, Kenzie would never have imagined thinking what she was thinking just then: that she wanted to suck those nipples.

Brianna noticed her little sister staring at her chest. “Do you like my tits?” She cupped them in her hands.

Kenzie simply nodded, transfixed. “Mm-hmm.”

“Let me see yours.”

Though Brianna was three years older, the sisters were almost the same height, about 5’4”. Brianna weighed a bit more, because her body was more developed, but both girls were quite slender. Kenzie’s hair was blonde and straight, while Brianna’s was curly and dark brown, but they both had striking blue eyes that they’d inherited from their mother, an Irish beauty.

Kenzie sat up in bed and pulled her nightie off over her head. Brianna had to suppress a gasp when she saw her sister’s perfect little titties. They were conical, set high on her chest, with puffy nipples.

“Nice…” breathed the older girl. “Take off your panties too.”

Kenzie slipped her white cotton panties with pink bunnies over her narrow hips and down her long legs. When she was naked, she sat on her knees and faced her sister.

Brianna could see the younger girl’s swollen labia between her parted thighs. The lamplight caught glints of moisture in her downy pubic hair. It took Brianna’s breath away.

In all her recent fantasies of sex with girls from her school, she had never envisioned anyone quite as enticing as this, and never had she imagined that she would be sitting naked in her bed with such a girl — and certainly it had never occurred to her that the girl would be her own baby sister!

But there she was. And she was perfect.

It was Kenzie’s turn to notice the staring. Brianna’s eyes were fixed on her crotch. “Do you, um, do you wanna do it now?”

“Yeah.” Brianna took a deep breath, swallowed, then tore her eyes away and shifted in the bed until she was in the same position as Kenzie and they were facing each other.

“Wow, you’re like… smooth.”

Brianna looked down at her own pubis. She kept it shaved bare, the way she’d seen in so many of the lesbian videos she’d watched on the Internet. “Do you like it that way?”

“Yeah, it’s, um, really sexy.”

“I know. I like how it looks, and also how it feels when I, you know, touch myself.”

“Show me how you do it.”

“You mean how I shave?”

“Well, yeah, later — but right now, show me how you masturbate. I want to watch you.”

“Okay,” said Brianna, “and I want to watch you too.”

For half a minute, though, the girls remained still, just looking at each other’s nubile naked bodies. Finally, Brianna spoke. “Um, it’ll be easier for me if I lie down, though, ‘cause that’s how I always do it. Is that okay?”

“Sure, of course. And I’ll watch, all right?”

“Okay.” Brianna lay on her back next to her sister. Staring up into Kenzie’s eyes, she began to gently fondle her breasts, in the same way that she always started her masturbation sessions. But this time, instead of imagining that it was Mia or Courtney or one of the other girls from her high school classes touching her, she pretended that her little sister Kenzie was making love to her.

As she pinched her stiff nipples, Brianna felt her juices flowing between her legs. Closing her eyes, she licked her lips in delicious anticipation of the sexual sensations she was about to enjoy. After giving her breasts one last affectionate squeeze, she slowly slid both hands down over her belly to her hairless mound and to the insides of her upper thighs, where the skin was so soft and delicate and sensitive. She pulled her knees up, spreading her legs wide apart, giving herself access to her throbbing sex, and then she heard a groan from her sister.

 

Kenzie could not believe what she was seeing! In the year and a half that she’d been masturbating, her fantasies had never been anything like this. Mostly, in fact, it was a physical thing — she loved how it felt to touch her nubile body and bring herself to orgasm, and so she did it a lot, at least once a day. But whatever visions of sex danced in her head as she masturbated (when she had them at all) were somewhat generic, usually replays of romantic scenes from recent movies she’d watched, or perhaps from books she’d read. But certainly nothing like this!

As she saw Brianna begin to pull up her knees, spreading her legs apart, the younger girl felt compelled to shift her position to get a better view of what was happening. She leaned to the side, supporting herself on an elbow, and gazed down at her sister’s pussy. As she stared at the swollen labia, pink in the lamplight, she watched the lips slowly pull apart, revealing a darker center, glistening with moisture. Inhaling the aroma of her sister’s arousal, she was so overwhelmed with erotic excitement that she moaned out loud.

 

Brianna opened her eyes. She saw that Kenzie was leaning over her, looking closely at her pussy. “Do you like watching me?” she breathed.

“Yeah, it’s… you’re so beautiful,” the younger girl answered, without taking her eyes off her sister’s sex.

Brianna spread her legs even wider, wanting to give Kenzie the best view possible. She brushed her fingertips over the highly sensitive skin of her inner thighs, the way she always did before touching her pussy. It gave her a feeling of butterflies in her tummy. Then she brought her hands slowly together, tenderly squeezing her labia between them. It felt so good it made her catch her breath.

She heard her sister whimper, apparently with passion, and then she saw the girl’s hand moving toward her own crotch. Kenzie lifted one slender leg, allowing her fingers to caress her pussy lips, and then, as Brianna watched, Kenzie’s middle finger disappeared between her labia and she heard her groan.

Brianna moved her hands ever so slightly, sliding them side by side in a gentle sawing motion. It was a technique she’d discovered in the bathroom at school, a way she could stimulate herself quietly but effectively. It always brought her close to orgasm very quickly.

 

Even though it was comfortably warm in the house that night, Kenzie felt herself shivering with excitement, trembling with lust. Watching Brianna squeeze her labia between her hands, she noticed gleaming beads of moisture emerging from the crack between those beautiful lips. It was intensely arousing, and it made Kenzie aware of how wet she was too.

She moved one hand to her crotch, lifted her thigh, and touched herself. Her vulva was hot and steamy. She gently caressed her labia, then let her middle finger slide between her lips. She was so wet inside that her fingertip slid easily inward, toward the opening to her vagina. She groaned in pleasure.

 

The trick that Brianna used on her pussy lips at school, when she wanted to come quickly but quietly, was guaranteed to bring her to the edge in almost no time. She could just unzip her jeans or pull up her skirt and do it right through her panties. It was easy, fast, almost silent, and very satisfying. Tonight, however, there was no need to keep anything hidden. She wanted to be open with Kenzie, to let her little sister see everything, to watch closely while she fucked herself with her fingers, to look right inside her cunt when she was coming.

Brianna tried to shift a bit to her side, putting her pussy more directly in line with Kenzie’s gaze. As she did, her leg bumped against the younger girl’s elbow. To Brianna’s surprise, Kenzie responded by pushing herself up straight and then lifting her own leg over Brianna’s so she was kneeling, straddling her thigh, her wet pussy just above Brianna’s knee. Keeping her right hand at her crotch, her middle finger diddling her vagina, Kenzie used her left hand to press against Brianna’s other leg, her right leg, pushing her sister’s thighs open as far as they would go.

 

When Brianna dipped two fingers from each hand between her pussy lips and then pulled them apart, opening her labia and revealing the shiny pink wetness within, Kenzie gasped. “Omigod!”

Involuntarily, instinctively, Kenzie lowered her sex onto Brianna’s thigh and began humping her. She still had a finger inside her pussy, but she was pressing herself against her sister’s warm thigh. Her other hand went to her breasts to pinch her little nipples.

 

“You are so hot…” sighed Brianna.

Kenzie looked at her. Their eyes met and locked together. Both girls seemed to realize they were taking a big step, crossing a line, moving into uncharted territory. What they were doing was wrong, wasn’t it? And yet, and yet — it felt so good, how could they stop now?

“You are so fucking hot,” repeated Brianna.

“So are you,” answered Kenzie as she increased the thrust of her crotch against the older girl’s leg. “I’m — ah! — I’m — I’m — getting close!”

“Are you going to come on me, baby? Are you going to come on my leg?” Brianna wanted to come, badly, but even more than that she wanted to watch her little sister climax first. She held her cunt wide open with her fingers, in case Kenzie wanted to look at her again, but for the moment stopped masturbating.

“Yeah, I’m… ” the 13-year-old glanced briefly down at her sister’s wet pink pussy, and then back again at her eyes, at her lips, at her beautiful tits. She wanted to kiss her sister, wanted to kiss her mouth, her breasts, suck her nipples, lick her pussy, make love to her… “I’m, oh god!!!” and then she was coming.

 

It was the peak moment of Brianna’s existence up to that point. Better than any orgasm she had ever given herself, far more thrilling than any fantasy she could devise, this experience of having an unbelievably desirable young girl, so small and slender, barely pubescent — but naked, aroused, in heat, mounting her leg, rubbing her pussy against her, and then climaxing while she watched! Brianna could only lie there, her heart pounding, her mouth agape, astounded at the perfectly wonderful turn her life was taking.

“Ohhh!!! Oooohhhh….!!!” cried Kenzie.

She looked so much like a child, so thin and delicate with barely visible breasts — and yet, at the same time, fully a woman in her sexual desires — and she was bringing herself to a powerful orgasm atop Brianna’s thigh.

Brianna could feel the wetness from her sister’s pussy on her leg, could feel the girl’s hot slippery sex sliding against her. She wanted to touch Kenzie down there herself, wanted to rub her clit, make her come. Was it possible that Kenzie would actually let her do such a thing?

 

Kenzie’s eyes had been closed while she was climaxing, but suddenly they shot wide open. She shuddered violently, uttered a last loud groan, and then pitched forward on the bed, lying on her back next to her sister, panting and gently twitching.

Brianna watched her for a moment, then turned onto her side, facing Kenzie. As she stared at the girl’s lovely face, she slowly pressed two fingers into the opening of her own vagina. She was very wet and they slid in without much resistance. The feeling of being filled and probed caused her to moan, loudly. Kenzie’s eyelids fluttered.

Brianna’s two fingers pressed more deeply inside herself, then slid out a little bit, and then pressed back in, harder and deeper. As she began to fuck herself, she used her other hand to rub her clit. She would come, and soon.

Kenzie’s eyelids fluttered again. Brianna watched as the nubile blonde licked her lips. It made Brianna want to kiss her. She knew now that she had to have her, had to fuck her — but did that make Brianna a lesbian? Were both of them?

It didn’t really matter. Brianna didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted to touch that beautiful young body and kiss that mouth, and the fact that she was lusting for someone of her own sex — her own baby sister! — didn’t matter at all. She would have her, she would fuck her, they would be lovers… and then suddenly Brianna was coming.

 

Kenzie heard cries of passion, moaning and groaning, whimpers and squeaks. Emerging from her fugue, she realized that Brianna was climaxing. She turned on her side toward her sister and watched.

Brianna’s eyes were tightly shut. Her face reflected total ecstasy, deep feelings of intense sexual satisfaction that Kenzie knew well. She smiled, happy with the thought that the two of them were now so close that they could share this joy, this ultimate pleasure together.

She could smell Brianna’s hot wetness. It brought a renewed feeling of desire to her. She wanted to come again too. She started rubbing herself.

 

As Brianna came down from her climax, she opened her eyes and looked at Kenzie. Their faces were just inches apart. Brianna sighed and smiled, and Kenzie smiled back at her. Removing her two fingers from inside her cunt, Brianna lifted them to her mouth and sucked on them.

“You like doing that too?” asked Kenzie.

“What, masturbate? Well, yeah…”

“No,” Kenzie giggled, “I mean taste yourself, after you come.”

“Oh. Yeah, I do. You too?”

“Uh-huh.” Kenzie wriggled a bit, pushing a finger between her pussy lips and into her vagina. Then she brought the wet finger to her mouth and licked it while looking into her sister’s eyes.

Brianna smiled again. She moved her other hand down and dipped it into her pussy, then gave herself another taste of her juices.

Kenzie did the same thing and the girls giggled, scrunching closer together until their knees and foreheads were touching.

They lay like that for a while, gently sucking on their own fingers, gazing into each other’s eyes, warm in the glow of completed orgasms, but both aware of a growing desire for more.

Finally, Brianna whispered. “I think I want to kiss you.”

Kenzie’s reply was an even softer whisper. “Okay.”

It didn’t happen immediately. They remained poised on the brink for a minute or two longer, their warm breath mixing, their passions increasing. Each could feel the pull of the other’s tempting body. They would look into each other’s eyes, then at their lips, then down to their nipples, then back to their eyes.

Brianna slowly withdrew her fingers from her mouth. She reached toward her sister, sliding her hand behind her neck, then turned her head slightly so their mouths could meet.

It was a tender, perfect kiss, but one filled with urgency. The first kiss led to another, then another. Brianna put her arms around Kenzie, and Kenzie hugged Brianna. They kissed deeply, tongues exploring, and crushed their naked bodies together.

After what seemed like a long time, kissing, sucking, nibbling at one another’s lips, the girls finally drew apart, giggling and grinning as they wiped their mouths and tried to catch their breath.

“You know what?” Kenzie said.

“What?”

“I want to do it again.”

“Kiss some more?” asked Brianna.

“No, I mean, um, I wanna, you know, masturbate again.”

“You do?”

“Uh-huh, is that okay?”

“Well, yeah, but, um…” Brianna swallowed hard. She knew she was crossing a line, but she couldn’t hold back. She had to at least ask. “Do you mind if I, like, help you?”

“What do you mean?” said Kenzie, eyes growing wide.

“I mean, help you… you know, rub you. And you could do me too. We could do each other.”

“Wow! Oh my god, yes!” The 13-year-old exclaimed, her pretty face glowing with excitement.

 

It was somewhat awkward at first. Neither of them had any experience with other girls. Brianna had made out with boys a few times, but that was all. Both were still virgins, though neither had an intact hymen. Their fingers had taken care of that.

And now their hands and fingers were for the first time touching and exploring the sex of another girl. The sisters lay side by side, gazing into each other’s eyes, occasionally kissing but mostly concentrating on the things they could feel, what their fingertips were discovering, noticing the differences and the similarities between their pussies.

“How do you, um, how do you want me to do it?” Kenzie asked.

“Can you, like, fuck me? That’s what I like most. Put your fingers inside, two fingers, all right? As deep as you can.”

“God, um, all right.”

Brianna closed her eyes. She lifted her top leg, giving Kenzie easier access. The younger girl took a deep breath, reached a bit lower, found the opening she was looking for, and pressed a finger in. Her sister’s vagina was surprisingly hot inside, and very moist and slippery. She pushed the finger in still deeper.

“Two fingers,” Brianna groaned, “two fingers, okay?”

“Okay,” Kenzie nodded.

But just as she made the move to add a second digit, she suddenly twitched, uttering a cry. Brianna’s fingers were rubbing Kenzie’s clit and had found the precise spot. This was exactly how Kenzie liked it best. She could barely breathe, and couldn’t stop shaking. It was hard to think about anything else, but somehow she forced herself to do what her sister wanted, to give her the pleasure she desired. She added another finger, shoving them in as deep as she could, and then they kissed.

 

Kissing, fucking, rubbing — they were in perfect rhythm, fingers moving fast, passion mounting — the sweet smell of sex and sweat and lust permeating the night air.

The physical sensations were unbelievably intense. Both girls moaned loudly, and the sounds of their moans and of their fingers playing in the wetness between their legs was almost enough on its own to make them come. But even more than the sounds or the sensations, it was the knowledge of what they were doing — sisters having sex — that drove them so wild.

Finally they reached climax, tremendously powerful simultaneous orgasms that seemed to go on for a full minute, backs arching, hips thrusting, fingers delving, voices crying out. When at last it was over and they came back to reality, they huddled in one another’s arms, gasping for breath, foreheads pressed together, neither able to say a word for almost another minute.

 

Brianna spoke first. “You okay?” she panted.

“Uh-huh, yeah,” replied her little sister. “You?”

“Uh-huh. Perfect, totally perfect.”

The rain had stopped. The storm had passed. It was quiet outside.

After they shared one more soft kiss, Brianna asked, “You wanna go back to bed now? To your own bed, I mean?”

Kenzie shook her head. “No.”

“Okay, good,” the older girl giggled.

Wrapped in one another’s arms, they nuzzled, hugged, softy caressed, and soon were drifting off to sleep, blissfully content.

THE END

I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 37

  • Posted on July 13, 2016 at 5:36 pm

The Slumber Party, Part I

By Cheryl Taggert 

If you need help keeping up with the characters, you may go here.

When Gwen finally woke up, her head was pounding and she was sitting in her car on the side of the road near an on-ramp for a freeway. Which freeway, she wasn’t sure, but she was definitely still in the L.A. area, or at least it seemed she was. She could hear the nearly constant whoosh of passing cars on the highway above her. The events that led to her being here were still foggy, and she struggled to put her memory back together.

Slowly, the puzzle pieces re-aligned and she remembered being attacked by Mitch. She recalled the grip of his fingers on her throat and how she had blacked out with her brain starving for oxygen-rich blood.

Now it was dark. She knew the strangling wouldn’t have kept her out for more than a few minutes, so she suspected she’d been injected with something to keep her out. She wondered darkly what the large man may have done to her while she was unconscious.

With that thought she realized her bra was missing.

And her panties.

Had she been raped?

She reached down and put her fingers inside herself. She was barely moist. Sperm would last for a while, with some oozing out of her vagina if she were in a sitting position. She felt no tell-tale evidence that sperm had invaded her most intimate area. There were no sticky areas on the inside of her clothing to indicate sperm had leaked out, and she didn’t feel as if she’d been fucked recently. Still, she decided she would get an abortion if she turned up pregnant. No way did she want that creep’s baby. She hadn’t been with a man in over six months, so if she refrained from hetero sex for another month, that would identify the father easily.

Turning on the dome light, she saw her purse on the seat beside her. Her wallet had been ransacked, meaning the asshole knew she wasn’t from Phoenix, not to mention the most important part — that she was a private investigator. Her investigator’s license was in plain view on the seat near her wallet. He’d wanted her to know that he knew.

Not only that, but the guy had her address as well since it was printed on her investigator’s license. Hell, he may have stopped off to make duplicates of her keys. She could go home and find him there, waiting.

She doubted that, however. If he’d wanted to kill her, he’d had ample opportunity. Still, his having that information and possibly her keys bothered her. A lot.

Picking up her purse, she found her bra and panties underneath where the purse had lain on the seat. She realized that if her attacker had been a woman, she would have taken the purse. It was a Gucci GG Marmont leather shoulder bag, worth nearly $3000, which had been a gift, a ‘bonus’ of sorts, from a very satisfied client, one of Hollywood’s most famous directors. Mitch either didn’t know handbags, or he didn’t care.

She checked the gusset of her panties. No stickiness there either. She then realized her nudity beneath her clothes meant he had made an even more thorough search for a wire. He’d probably done that after discovering her true profession.

She recognized he had probably thought about killing her and dumping her body somewhere once he’d found this out, and now she wondered why he hadn’t done just that. Not that she minded, but this guy was obviously ruthless and probably had quite a body count in his wake.

Her keys were in the ignition, and taking a deep breath, she started her car, deciding to go home for now. She’d worry about the other possibilities tomorrow. Right now, she needed something for her headache and a clean bed.

*******

Several days had passed, and we heard from Gwen. Apparently, she had met someone rather violent who worked for Mr. Craven. It occurred to me that my mom worked for this Mr. Craven as well, but she had actually only met him once at a party. He owned the production company and distribution rights for her movies. He also owned the call girls who worked in that part of his sex-trade business.

Mom had asked Gwen if we should back off for a while, but she had said no. They knew she was an investigator now, and as long as they didn’t know the case she was working, they would be okay. Gwen had expressed her feelings that this Mitch guy, if that was even his real name, had probably been the guy who murdered Kinsey.

The papers had blamed Kinsey’s death on a “customer,” but Gwen and Mom didn’t believe that. “These ‘customers’ are well-vetted,” Mom had said. “No way was it a john.” She had hated the way the papers blamed Kinsey’s death on her job, as if she were an electrician who had not taken proper precautions and had accidentally electrocuted himself.

Life went on, though, and we all hoped to find out what had happened to Cindy. I thought Cindy was probably dead for the same reasons Jenna did: If she were alive, she would have contacted Jenna at least to let her know she wasn’t dead.

School was ending soon for the summer, and I was looking forward to it the same way every other thirteen-year-old girl in the nation was. That meant more time for more fun. And fun to me and my family and friends often meant sex. Just the thought of it made my pussy wet.

Marie had asked me if I could come for a slumber party the last Friday before the last few days of school, which would end the following Wednesday. I asked if Deanna was invited, too, and she said yes. In fact, she also asked Jenna and Carmen to come as well.

This was going to be one great slumber party! I had met Marie’s sisters, but only briefly when they had dropped Marie off at school. I’d met her mom the same way. Marie and I had only been “dating” for a few weeks, and I’d never been to her house. Her mom would be gone that Friday, but the sisters would be there. Marie implied they were both very anxious to get to know me, Deanna, Jenna, and Carmen much better. Well, she didn’t imply it really. She basically said her sisters couldn’t wait to taste our pussies and have us taste theirs.

“Where will your mom be?” I asked. Her work took her out of town frequently.

“At her mother’s house in Santa Monica,” Marie said. Santa Monica is one of the thousand suburb communities that surrounded Los Angeles. “She lives near the beach there.”

The fact her mom would be staying at her mother’s made me wonder about her. Was she having sex with her own mom, Marie’s grandmother? That would be unreal, especially since Marie and I had already talked about how similar our lives were and that would just be another similarity, though I’d never mentioned my mom’s relationship with her mom to Marie or anyone else because Mom had asked me not to. It was already as if we were actually the same person but in some parallel universe.

When Friday arrived, I was anxious for Mom to get home from a day of filming to take us to Marie’s. As I packed my overnight bag with the few items I would need, Jenna kept coming into my room and asking if she should bring this or bring that. I finally looked at her and said, “Just bring your toothbrush and something to come home in tomorrow. Other than that, I suspect we’ll be naked most of the time.”

She was also very excited. Carmen would be there, and they hadn’t spent the night together since Clare’s plans for world domination — or at least my world — had been ruined.

Jenna had told me about some of the conversations she and Carmen had since the Clare Affair, as my mom jokingly called it. Apparently, Clare was into bossing Carmen around when it came to sex. Mom said Clare had the makings of a dominatrix. Jenna said Clare would tell Carmen to do things like suck her toes and even made Carmen lie in the tub while Clare peed on her. I thought that was gross, but apparently Carmen didn’t mind. Maybe it was just the naughtiness of it, but it seemed to excite Jenna. Oh well, to each her own, I suppose.

When Mom got home, I met her at the door. “Can you take us now?” I asked, nearly hopping up and down I was so excited.

“Good Lord, Cheryl. Let me at least change my clothes and go pee,” Mom said. She walked toward her room and Jenna and I followed.

“Do you think we’ll be naked the whole time?” Jenna asked, apparently wanting affirmation of my guess.

Mom began undressing and said, “Who knows, baby? Either way, I’m envious of you two.” Once she got down to her  panties and bra, Mom went into the bathroom and sat on the toilet to pee, leaving the door open so we could still talk.

“Did you know Carmen lets Clare pee on her? Cheryl thinks that’s gross,” Jenna giggled to my mom as she sat peeing.

Mom looked at me and smiled while wiping herself and said, “Maybe Cheryl only thinks it’s gross because it’s Clare doing the peeing.”

I tried to look annoyed and said, “Well, that makes it worse, but I think peeing on someone is still gross.”

“Lots of people like it,” Mom said.

“Have you ever been peed on?” Jenna asked, making me realize just how open we were with my mom on sexual topics. I loved that aspect of my life. So many girls my age would never say a word about sex to either of their parents. I knew some girls who would probably rather swallow cyanide than ask their parents a question about sex. And admitting what they liked was even more of an impossibility to them. Of course, I didn’t advertise that I could ask or tell my mom anything about my sex life, but it was true. There were no taboo subjects when it came to that. I sometimes felt like the luckiest and most liberated girl in the world.

My mom smiled as if remembering a time when she said, “Plenty of times. I’ve made two movies that had that as a central part of the sexual encounters. So I’ve been peed on and peed on someone else.”

“I’m not sure if I’d like it,” said Jenna. “Carmen says your pee doesn’t have any germs or anything, that it’s–” she paused, searching for the word.

“Sterile,” Mom said, finding it for her.

“Yeah, sterile,” Jenna said. “Is that true?”

“As a matter of fact, it is, though it does contain things the body is trying to get rid of, so drinking it once in a while isn’t bad, but doing it too often and in large quantities can cause problems.”

“Drinking it? Eww!” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I know people do that, but it’s completely gross!”

Mom looked at me with this ‘where have you been?’ stare and said, “Cheryl, do you think when you lick someone’s pussy that there isn’t pee there?”

I had thought about that a long time ago. “I know there is, but only a drop or two sorta smeared around with the other juices, which are totally delicious. I’m talking about like peeing in a glass and drinking it or having someone pee in your mouth.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that, and it doesn’t taste bad, as you well know,” Mom said. “I’m not suggesting you try it if you don’t want to. I just don’t want you looking down at others for what they like.” She looked over at Jenna but continued speaking to me. “Your sister may want to try it, and I don’t want you making fun of her or getting all ‘grossed out’ over it.”

“If she wants to do it, that’s fine with me, as long as it’s not Clare she’s doing it with. That would really piss me off!” I said.

Jenna laughed at my choice of words. “Ha! Ha! You’d be ‘pissed off’ if I let Clare ‘piss on’ me!!”

While my mom dressed, Jenna came over to me and startled to wrestle with me, pushing me over onto Mom’s bed. She was trying to tickle me. We both started giggling and were wrestling around when Jenna reached down and grabbed the waist of my shorts and started pulling them down, exposing my pussy since I wasn’t wearing panties.

Before I knew it, she had dived in, starting to feast on my slit. She licked me from my butthole to my clit and back again before starting to chew softly on my inner labia. This was driving me wild.

Mom smiled down at us for a few moments, but then made us stop. “You don’t want to wear yourselves out before the party,” she said.

I was slightly annoyed she’d stopped us because it was starting to feel very good, but I was also happy because I wanted to get to Marie’s and start having fun with more than just my little sister.

I pulled my shorts back up and we headed for the car. Jenna wanted to make out with me on the way, but Mom made us stop.

“Jenna, what’s gotten into you?” Mom asked. I was wondering the same thing.

“I don’t know. I’ve been just super horny looking forward to this. It’s gonna be fun! I want to have at least a dozen orgasms between now and tomorrow when you pick us up! Maybe even more, like two dozen!”

We arrived at Marie’s without having to prevent Jenna from masturbating herself to the first of her orgasms for that afternoon and evening. Mom got out and walked us to the door and rang the doorbell.

Marie’s oldest sister Sara, who was twenty, answered the door. Seeing Mom, she said, “Oh, my…” She knew who my mom was but had never seen her before in the flesh. It’s funny having a mom in the porn business. Everyone you meet knows what she looks like naked, not to mention all the things she’s done on-camera. I oddly wondered if Sara had ever seen my mom peeing on someone or being peed on.

Mom smiled and said hello. Sara just stood there for a moment before remembering her manners.

“Oh! Sorry! Um, won’t you come?” She blushed, then changed her question, “I mean, won’t you come in?”

Mom was used to this by now. She usually had women gushing over her — in more ways than one — and men leering at her, as if she’d never really been fucked before because she hadn’t been fucked by them. I was really starting to dislike men, but the ones I already knew were okay, I guess.

We walked into the entry foyer and stood there. Silence had descended on us like an uncomfortable blanket.

“Where is everyone?” I asked, more to break the awkward quiet.

“Oh, uh, in the den. I’ll show you.” With that, Sara led us through the house to the den, which opened onto a spacious yard with a tall privacy fence and a pool. The curtains were pulled open so we could look out onto the well-cared-for lawn, pool, and fence.

In the den, a large sectional sofa lined one wall, forming an L shape to cover half the other wall. It seemed big enough to comfortably seat twenty people. A big TV was set so that people on the sofa could watch it. Marie was watching a movie, but it wasn’t a Disney film. This was one of my mom’s movies.

Mom saw this and said, “Well, at least you all have good taste,” and Sara laughed a bit. It was an uncomfortable laugh, as if she’d been caught doing something naughty.

Mom looked at Sara and said, “Maybe one day soon you can experience me in the flesh.”

Sara blushed deeply. It was obvious she had probably fantasized about doing just that, especially in the last few minutes.

“Would you like that?” Mom asked. Sara nodded. Her knees were beginning to tremble, and I wondered if she were about to come. Maybe she had spontaneous orgasms like Marie.

“Well,” Mom said, “I guess I’ll go and leave you kids to your fun. Don’t anyone get pregnant.” We all laughed at her joke.

Jenna and I stepped to Mom and kissed her goodbye. She used her tongue and I could tell she was horny. I wasn’t sure who would be the beneficiary of this, but whoever it was would be in for a treat.

After we kissed, I asked, “Who’s coming over tonight?”

“Nobody. I’m flying solo,” Mom said, smiling and winking at me.

When Mom finished kissing Jenna and me, she walked over to Sara. Linda, Marie’s sixteen-year-old sister, had arrived in the den and was now staring at my mom in disbelief as well. She had literally stopped dead and her eyes had bugged when she saw her.

Mom took Sara’s hand and said, “Thank you for hosting this little mini-orgy. I’m sure everyone will enjoy it.” With that, she leaned over and kissed Sara. Sara’s response was immediate. She wrapped her arms around Mom and accepted the tongue that was thrust into her mouth.

Mom’s hands wrapped around Sara’s waist before dropping to her very shapely butt. She squeezed the horny twenty-year-old’s ass, sliding a finger along the crease in her shorts formed by her butt crack.

Stopping suddenly, Mom moved to Linda and repeated her embrace. Meanwhile, Sara looked over at me then back at my mom. Her hand seemed to involuntarily move to her pussy and rub for a few seconds. I watched as a shudder shook her. She hadn’t come, but I could tell she was not far from it.

When Mom’s kiss with Linda ended, Mom moved away from her and took a deep breath, blowing the air out through slightly puckered lips. “My, that was nice.” Then turning to Sara, Mom said, “Are you sure you don’t mind bringing them home tomorrow? I don’t mind stopping in to pick them up.”

“No, that’s fine. I really don’t mind at all. I’d like to see where you live.” The twinkle in her eye let Mom know the exact reason she wanted to be able to find our house.

“Okay, then,” Mom said, “I’ll see you around noon?”

Sara answered her with a laugh. “If we’re up and moving by then.”

As Mom left the room, I noticed Linda’s hand was also at her crotch, squeezing her pussy. A shudder that was identical to Sara’s ran through her like a wave rushing with the tide.

Sara looked at me. “Cheryl, do you have any idea how lucky you are?” she asked, still trying to catch her breath.

“As a matter of fact, I do,” I said.

“I’m lucky, too!” Jenna said, which earned a smile from Sara and Linda both.

“Yes, you are,” said Sara.

“Okay,” said Linda. “Everyone strip. But there’s one rule we must follow, no matter how difficult it gets to follow it: No touching anyone’s pussy but your own until the other girls arrive, and no coming even if you touch yourself.”

“No coming? Like all night?” Jenna asked, worried about her ability to adhere to that rule, I’m sure.

Linda laughed. “No, sorry if I wasn’t clear. No coming until everyone gets here, and even then you have to wait at least ten minutes to allow the late-comers to catch up.”

We took off our clothes, and Marie and I started making out. We couldn’t touch each other’s pussy, but we could squeeze each other’s butt or play with each other’s boobs, which we definitely enjoyed doing.

Jenna contented herself with having a ‘no pussy-touching’ threesome with Sara and Linda, though I noticed Sara sometimes would manage to get in a quick feel of my little sister’s bald mound. I guess I couldn’t blame her. Unless there was someone I didn’t know about, she’d not been with anyone that young since Marie was ten, three years ago.

Soon, the doorbell rang and Sara put on a robe to answer it in case it was someone unexpected.

It was Deanna. She had brought a surprise with her — a video of her and her little cousin, Tori, who was five. Deanna’s older sister Elizabeth, who was seventeen, had made the video on their last visit. Deanna had told me about the video, but I’d never seen it.

As we sat to watch the video, the doorbell rang again. It was Carmen. Her aunt Gwen, our private investigator, was dropping her off. I wanted to ask Gwen how she was after her scary meeting with one of Mr. Craven’s men, but I didn’t want to spoil the atmosphere that had begun to build in the room.

Once Gwen left (after getting an eyeful of naked, young flesh), we all sat down to watch the video. I took the opportunity to lean over to Carmen and ask if Gwen had done anything with her yet. She smiled and said, “Tell ya later.” I knew from that the answer was yes, but I was anxious to hear the details.

We sat back to watch the movie of Deanna and her five-year-old cousin, Tori. The “no pussy touching” rule was no longer in effect, so I reached over to Marie and Deanna and began massaging their clits, pushing my finger into their pussies and drawing it out again, wet with their lubricating juices. I would smear the fluids all over their labia and begin my explorations again.

They were nice enough to do the same for me.

I looked over and saw that Sara was now with Jenna and Linda was having fun with Carmen. It was obvious these girls liked young girls, and it seemed the younger the girl was, the better, though I’m fairly certain there was an age limit. I just didn’t know what it might be. They were also mesmerized by the video of Deanna and Tori.

As were we all.

I looked around again and realized this was going to be one of the best parties I’d ever been to.

And this time, my predictions were totally accurate.

Continue on to Chapter 38

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 1

  • Posted on July 10, 2016 at 2:41 pm

By Jeneee

{ This story was originally posted at Lesbian Lolita in April 2007 }

“Mommy, Mommy, can we go into the hot tub? Puleeeeease!”

These were the first words out of the mouth of my eight year old daughter, Emily, as she came charging through the side door of the kitchen, screen banging behind her, and a shy looking girl of about the same age, whom I had never seen before, tagging along beside her.

“Whoa, sweetie,” I laughed. “Slow down. Who is your friend?” I asked, as I glanced at her over my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, sorry, this is Pam, she’s my new best friend at school. Started today.” I smiled to myself, thinking: Best friends in one day? Don’t you just love kids.

My hands were deep in the sink washing dishes, but I reached for a nearby towel and dried them quickly, walked up to Pam and shook her soft little hand as I looked into her deep blue eyes. She had long, wavy blonde hair that reached down to the middle of her back and was wearing a flowery blue dress that wasn’t exactly the kind of outfit that most of the girls wore to Emily’s school, and I suspected her mom would dress her a little differently the next day once she found out. In contrast, Emily was wearing her favorite baggy beige pants that were a little too loose on her and bared her cute belly button, a short black tee on top.

“Pleased to meet you Pam. And welcome to our home.” She blushed. I don’t think she was expecting that kind of greeting.

“Hi,” she managed, before glancing down at her feet. Oh well, Emily would soon get her out of her shell if I knew my daughter.

“Mom, can we, puleeease? I told Pam we had a hot tub and she’s never been in one before,” Emily pleaded, with that hard to refuse look on her cute face.

“I suppose it will be okay,” I replied. “Run along upstairs and get changed.” Emily shrieked and charged from the room with Pam glancing at me behind her, as if waiting for permission from me.

“It’s okay, sweetie, you can go too,” I told her, watching a sweet smile form on her face as she left the kitchen mouthing ‘thanks.’

I wonder what kind of home life she has? I found myself musing, as she followed Emily upstairs. She seemed very reserved, unlike most of Emily’s friends who seemed to think they were part of our family whenever they visited. It wasn’t unusual for them to stay for dinner, or even for a weekend sleepover if their parents allowed. I sometimes felt like their mom away from home.

As I returned to the dishes Emily yelled down to me from the top of the stairs. “Mom, Pam doesn’t have anything to wear in the hot tub. Can I lend her one of my bathing suits, or can we just go in in our undies?” Drying my hands yet again, I walked to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at Emily who had already stripped to her panties and was peering down at me.

It doesn’t really matter, sweetie,” I replied. “But the only other bathing suit you have would probably be too small for Pam since you wore it last summer, and it was already getting too tight for you then, remember? That’s why we bought you a new one this spring.”

“Okay, then we’ll just have to go in our undies,” she replied, and ran back into her bedroom again. I returned to my dishes once more, glancing through the window to make sure the hot tub was still uncovered. My girlfriend and I had used it the night before and had forgotten to cover it when we came in. I thought she might have done it this morning before she left, but she hadn’t. I smiled, remembering that she had left in such a hurry. I’d kept her in bed as long as I could and she was frantic about being late for work when I finally let her go, pissed at me, but happy all the same.

Suddenly the thumping of little feet pounding down the staircase brought me back to the present and two little girls streaked past me, naked except for their panties, through the kitchen door and out onto the back porch where I heard them screech as they splashed into the hot tub. Their giggles swept through the kitchen window, followed by shrieks as they splashed one another gleefully. Well, I thought, Pam has sure come out of her shell quickly.

I soon finished my kitchen chores and went outside to see how they were both doing, finding them both sprawled out side by side, with only their heads above the surface of the water. By now, Emily had turned on the jets and the surface was clouded with bubbles, hiding the rest of their bodies from me.

“So, Pam, how do you like being in a hot tub?” I asked, crouching down beside them.

“Mmmm, it feels so great. I wish we had one at home,” she replied, closing her eyes and kicking her feet in the water.

“Hey, you kicked me,” Emily wailed, splashing Pam who giggled and kicked at her again. Emily splashed her back and soon both girls’ faces were soaked, hair plastered to their bodies, squirming together in the water.

“You’re welcome to come over anytime,” I told Pam, amid the screeching. “You seem to fit right in here,” I laughed, and started to walk away back into the house.

“Come in with us, Mom,” Emily yelled after me. “Only you have to wear your undies too, so we’re all equal,” she added, laughing. Pam giggled and punched Emily in the shoulder for being so outspoken.

“Can we get something to drink, Mom?” she added, before I could answer.

“You’ll have to get it yourself while I change. There’s juice and soda in the fridge if you like.”

“Ooooh, so you are coming in with us then, yeah, yeah!” she chanted, climbing out of the water to fetch some drinks for them from the kitchen. I watched as she ran by me — Never walk when you can run at that age, I thought — water dripping from her, panties clinging tightly to her slim body, leaving nothing to the imagination. I turned and smiled once more at Pam before following Emily inside, wondering what I should really wear in the hot tub, not sure that I should just be in my panties and bra with a new girlfriend of my daughter. What might she tell her parents?

I followed Emily into the kitchen. She was standing in front of the open refrigerator deciding what to take, finally selecting a couple of sodas for her and Pam. “What are you going to have, Mom?” she asked.

“I’ll just grab a glass of wine when I come back down, sweetie,” I replied, smiling at my now shivering wet girl. Her panties had slipped inside her slit a little and clung tightly, showing off her puffy girlish mound. I hugged her to me, cupping her little bum as I kissed her cheek.

“I like your new friend. She seems really sweet, hon. Hope you stay friends with her.”

“Yeah, she’s fun Mommy, and I think she likes you too,” she smiled, pulling away from me and giggling at my now wet clothes from hugging her so closely. “So, what you gonna wear, Mom?” she asked slyly. She’d seen me in my undies many times of course, even naked once in a while, but she didn’t know if I’d be so open with Pam there.

“You’ll see,” I teased. “Now run along before Pam wonders what happened to you.” And off she ran, screen door slamming behind her as usual. I climbed the stairs to my room, deciding, What the hell, it’s only underwear, and it covers as much of me as my bathing suit anyway. Anything to give the girls a giggle.

I took off my shorts and top and left them on the bed. As I reached the kitchen I went to the wine rack and selected a red Merlot, pouring some into one of the plastic wine glasses we had bought especially for use in the hot tub. Armed with my wine, and dressed in only my bikini panties and bra, I slipped through the kitchen door and joined the girls beside the hot tub. Our yard was quite sheltered from the neighbors so we didn’t have to worry about prying eyes, something my girlfriend and I took advantage of frequently when we ‘tubbed’ naked.

I noticed Pam staring at me as I appeared, and again I wondered if I should have put on my bathing suit. When she caught my eye, she quickly averted hers and I thought I even detected a slight blush, but it was hard to tell for sure because both girls were glowing from the heat of the tub. I placed the wine glass on the deck and climbed into the tub beside the two young girls, feeling the warmth of the water wrap cozily around me.

“So, how do you like your first time in a hot tub, Pam?”

“It’s so nice, and I love the bubbles,” she smiled back. “I’ve got a jet right behind me and it’s, like, massaging my back,” she giggled.

“Yeah,” added Emily, “you can squirm around and get massaged anywhere if you like,” sneaking a peek at me as if she knew I knew what she meant.

I wonder what she knows? I thought to myself. She been spying on me? My girlfriend and I are pretty skilled at ‘getting jetted,’ as we refer to it. My clit just loves the feeling, and I’ve experienced orgasms many times, either together with her or by myself. I even had one once when Emily and I were in the tub together one day. I had to restrain my usual exuberance with her present, but she noticed my closed eyes and flushed face and asked me if I was okay. I’d told her I was fine, just relaxing, and she seemed to be satisfied. But not half as satisfied as I was. Now I wondered if she knew all along.

Pam giggled at Emily’s comment, and this time I was certain she blushed. I took a sip of my wine and began to wonder just how much she and my daughter knew about the pleasures of sex. Little did I know then that I was soon to find out.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 2

  • Posted on July 10, 2016 at 2:38 pm

By Jeneee

After a while of laughing along with the girls, sipping my wine, and generally having a relaxing time in the tub I began to think about what to plan for dinner. My girlfriend would be eating with us, as she usually did, and probably staying the night again. Emily was used to our relationship now, and understood, in her own way, that it was okay for Mommy to have a girlfriend for company, since her father had left us high and dry for an eighteen year old girl he had met at a bar last year. I met her once and she had bigger boobs than me. If that was important to him, he could have her for all I cared. He was lousy in bed with me anyway — in and out, and then out like a light.

Poor Emily had told him she hated him once she found out what he’d done. She had loved her daddy so much and felt completely abandoned by him. In fact, she said she hated all men after I tried to explain that what her daddy did was something some other daddies did to their families as well. It certainly wasn’t anything she or Mommy had done that made him leave. I realize now that I was a bit harsh on men in general at the time, and sorry that I appeared to have turned my daughter so strongly against the opposite sex, but when I explained that Sharon, my girlfriend, was keeping Mommy company in place of Daddy she seemed to accept that, and grew to like her. In fact it was not unusual for her to jump on Sharon now when she visited — which was just about every day now — and give her a big tight hug, not wanting to let go. She’d even asked her if she was ever going to leave us like her daddy did, and Sharon assured her she would be our friend as long as we wanted her.

“Forever,” Emily had replied, tightening her grasp around Sharon’s waist and closing her eyes. “I want you to stay forever, Sharon.” Sharon then knelt down in front of Emily and told her that she wasn’t going anywhere. And then she surprised both me and Emily by giving her a gentle kiss on her lips and saying, “I love you too, sweetie. I’ll stay as long as you and your mommy want me.” Emily had then flung her arms around Sharon’s neck and kissed her back on her lips, a kiss from which neither seemed too anxious to break.

“Uhum,” I had finally said, “I hate to break up this tender moment, but can I share in this too?” To which both had laughed and Emily had run to me, and with the same exuberance, kissed me in the same way. “I love you, Mommy,” she assured me, and ran off to her room, happy as a lark.

“Well, that seems to have settled that,” I’d said to Sharon. And since that day we had been one happy family. The only bone of contention that remained was that Sharon still had her own apartment. “Just in case you and Emily need some time to yourselves,” she explained. “Then at least I have a place to spend time alone too.” I didn’t complain too much, but didn’t feel it was necessary.

I was soon brought out of my musing by Pam who suddenly announced, “I have to pee, where’s your bathroom?”

“I’ll show you,” squealed Emily, jumping out of the tub, almost losing her panties in the process.

“Oooops,” she laughed as she grabbed the waistband and pulled them up, a little too snugly it turned out, as the crotch slipped into her little slit. Wet panties seem to have a mind of their own.

Then Pamela climbed out and I was amazed to see that her panties were now transparent, hiding nothing of her girlish charms. And what gorgeous little charms they were.

“I can see your cunny, I can see your cunny,” Emily chanted as she turned to take Pam’s hand, ready to lead her through the kitchen to the bathroom.

I laughed at both of them. “Now, don’t be mean to Pam, Emily. You panties are soaked too. That’s what happens when they get wet.”

“I know Mommy, but it’s still funny ‘cause you can see right through hers.” Once again I was sure Pam was blushing as her free hand automatically slipped down in front of her to try to cover up.

“Now run off and show Pam where to go, otherwise she might have an accident,” I ordered Emily, trying to put an end to Pam’s predicament.

“Wouldn’t make any difference anyway,” Emily laughed. “They couldn’t get any wetter.”

“Emily!” I scolded, and she stuck out her tongue and turned, dragging poor Pam behind her.

Honestly, my daughter, I thought to myself. But I couldn’t help smiling at her directness. Better than being prudish, I concluded. Climbing from the hot tub, I grabbed a towel, drying myself off as best I could before going into the kitchen. Looking down, I saw that my wet panties weren’t exactly opaque either, and neither was my bra, and I laughed, wondering how Emily would react to that in front of Pam. As I passed the bathroom door on my way upstairs, all I could hear were giggles and squeals from inside. I shook my head smiling, and went up to my room, happy that Emily had found another friend to share her young life. And such a cute friend too, I found myself thinking. I almost blushed myself, picturing Pam’s plump pussy lips revealed through her thin panties. Oh my, what a delicious sight that had been, and I unconsciously licked my lips.

I removed my wet underwear and went into the upstairs bathroom to take a quick shower before making dinner. I couldn’t get the sight of Pam from my mind, and chided myself that she was only eight years old and I shouldn’t get turned on by such a young girl. But there was something about her that made me think she was a very mature eight year old, and I found my fingers gently caressing my clit as I soaped myself, excitement building toward the unavoidable climax that I knew was only moments away. Visions of her puffy pussy filled my mind as I orgasmed, envisioning tasting her delicate wetness with long, slow licks.

As I came down from my pinnacle I felt a little guilty about what had just happened, but before I could dwell on it I heard, “Mommy, can Pam stay for dinner?” being yelled through the door.

“I’ll be out in a minute, sweetie. Just hold on.”

I finished drying myself with a fluffy towel and, wrapping another one around me, I left the bathroom and headed to my bedroom to get dressed. Emily and Pam were both waiting for me in the hallway, and my daughter repeated her request before I reached the bedroom.

“Would your parents mind if you stayed for dinner, Pam?” I asked, clutching the top of the towel over my breasts.

“I live with my aunt and she’ll be cool with it, I think,” she replied. I noticed she was back in her flowery dress again, and I found myself wondering about her wet panties.

“Why don’t you go phone her just to make sure,” I suggested. “There’s a phone in my bedroom,” I added, pointing to the door down the hallway.

“Okay,” she replied and we all headed through the doorway. I showed her the phone on the table beside my big queen-sized bed and she walked over and picked it up, sitting down on the bed beside the table. Emily plopped down beside her as Pam called her aunt, whispering, “Please say yes, please say yes.” Because of the way Pam was sitting on the bed, dress scrunched up and legs slightly askew, I then knew what had happened to her wet panties. She’d obviously left them in the downstairs bathroom to dry. I gasped as I looked up her dress, taking in the sight of her naked pussy, the object of my last orgasm, and found myself unable to look away.

Emily was back in her baggy beige pants, most likely pantyless too, and then I remembered the giggles I’d heard from the bathroom on the way up. I tried to concentrate on what Pam was saying to her aunt but all I remember was, “Bye auntie, thanks, see you later,” and “She says it’s okay for me to stay for dinner.” A big smile formed on her pretty face.

“Th…that’s great, Pam,” I stammered, finally tearing my eyes from her pussy with great difficulty. “That’s great.” I managed a smile as I met her gaze and she dropped her eyes, closing her legs quickly and pulling down her dress. She must have realized what I’d seen, and there was that blush again.

“Yeah, that’s great Pam. It will give your panties time to dry too,” Emily giggled, jabbing her in the arm with her elbow. Pam’s blush deepened even more and I told both girls to drop their wet undies in the drier downstairs for a few minutes when they went downstairs.

“Sure, Mom,” Emily laughed, “but we don’t need them right now anyway.” More giggles.

“Well, put them in anyway and give me a chance to get dressed so I can make dinner,” I replied.

I hadn’t noticed, but during this conversation I had unconsciously tightened my towel across my breasts, the consequence being that it had ridden up and the next thing I heard was, “We can see your cunny, we can see your cunny,” from the mouth of my now very outspoken daughter. Pam’s eyes were fastened to the bottom of my towel and she was gazing intently at my pussy, blushing furiously as my daughter’s taunts filled the air.

Hastily I tried to drop the towel a bit as I laughed at her outburst and tried firmly to say, “Out, out you two. Downstairs!” I commanded. “I’ll be down shortly.”

But once again my daughter had me laughing quietly to myself at her cheeky boldness. I quickly put on clean panties, pulled on my shorts and tee — not bothering with a bra — and made my way back downstairs to see what I could prepare for dinner. Somehow I thought we were in for an interesting evening.

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More Than Just Friends, Chapter 3

  • Posted on July 10, 2016 at 2:38 pm

By Jeneee

“Do you like pasta, Pam?” I called out from the kitchen to the family room where the girls had settled in front of the television to watch a movie.

“Yes, Mrs. Samuel, my aunt often cooks that for us at home. What kind are you making?” she asked as she came through the kitchen door to see me.

“Angle hair, with mushrooms and meat sauce,” I replied. “And you can call me Jen if you like, sweetie. All of Emily’s friends do, so you don’t have to be that formal around here,” I added, smiling at her. “After all, we’ve all been in the hot tub together in our undies, so I think we can be on a first name basis now, don’t you?” Pam giggled and nodded her head.

“Did you girls put your panties in the dryer, by the way?” I asked, as she turned to go back to the family room.

“Oops, no, we forgot. Sorry Mrs… I mean Jen,” she replied, adding one more blush to her collection.

“Please ask Emily to do that when you go back in hon. Have to make sure they are dry before you go home after dinner. What would your aunt say if you came home carrying wet panties?” I laughed. “She’d wonder what kind of new friends you had made.”

“Okay.” And she disappeared back into the family room. Just then I heard the front door open and knew my girlfriend had returned from work.

“Sharon, I’m in the kitchen,” I yelled.

“Mmm, something smells good,” she exclaimed as she peeked in through the door. “You’re making pasta. Yummy.” And walking up behind me she slid her arms around my waist and kissed the back of my neck.

“Sharon!” screeched Emily, hearing my girlfriend was now home. “You’re here,” she cried, running into the kitchen and hugging her tightly from the back. “I’ve got someone for you to meet. Pa…a… am, come into the kitchen and meet Sharon,” she yelled into the family room. “This is Pam, she’s my new girlfriend,” she explained to Sharon, as Pam walked into the room.

“New girlfriend? That’s great. Now you and your mom both have girlfriends,” she winked. Emily giggled. “Well hi, Pam. You staying for dinner?” Sharon asked.

“Yeah, nice to meet you, er…Sharon?”

“You too. And yes, you can call me Sharon. I live here pretty much all the time now.”

“Uhuh, Emily’s told me about you…and Jen,” she blushed again. “You’re her girlfriend?”

Sharon laughed. “Yes, she’s my girlfriend, aren’t you baby?” She smiled at me, hugging me again and giving me a kiss on the lips.

Emily nudged Pam on the arm and whispered, “See, told you.”

“Mmm,” I managed, not wanting to let go. “But you’d better let me get back to this pasta before it boils dry,” I added. “Go join the girls in the family room for a bit. There’s a new bottle of red wine I opened today on the table. Grab a glass and help yourself.” And Emily grabbed Sharon’s free hand and started to tug her away toward the family room.

“Hold on sweetie,” Sharon told her, laughing at her eagerness. “I have to freshen up a bit from work.” And she detoured toward the bathroom. “I’ll join you girls in a few minutes, okay?”

I went back to preparing dinner, slicing up the huge mushrooms I’d bought at the market and then mixing them in with the ground beef and tomato sauce that was sizzling away in a pan. It was starting to smell great and I hoped I had enough to feed all four of us.

I was almost ready to call everyone in to eat when Sharon came back from the bathroom asking, “And just what are these?”

I turned around and saw her holding up two pairs of damp little girl’s panties from her hands, with an inquisitive look on her face.

“Oh, that Emily!” I grumbled. “I told her several times to put them in the dryer. We were all in the hot tub this afternoon and Pam didn’t have a suit, so they both wore just their panties.”

“Hmm,” she laughed, “and just what did you wear, might I ask?”

I giggled. “Panties and a bra.”

“Well, you must have all had fun. I’m jealous,” she pouted. “So, what do I do with these?” she asked, waving the girls’ undies in the air.

“Be a sweetheart and put them in the dryer, will you? Pam’s got to be able to wear them to go home tonight.”

“What’s she wearing now?” she asked, smirking a bit, “…under that cute little dress of hers,” she added.

I giggled again. “Nothing.”

“And what about that daughter of yours?”

“I suspect she is naked under her baggy pants too,” I told her.

We both laughed. “Sounds like we’re going to have dinner with a couple of young tarts tonight,” Sharon said.

And, as if on cue, the two aforementioned young tarts came rushing into the kitchen asking if everything was ready, and why hadn’t Sharon come in to join them, and what are you doing with our und…

“Ooops, I forgot to put them in the dryer Mom, sorry,” Emily said, looking slightly abashed.

“So, I hear you two are half naked under your clothes,” Sharon teased, again waving their panties in the air.

“If you keep waving them like that,” Emily said, regaining her usual outspoken manner, “they will dry by themselves.” She reached up and tried to grab them from Sharon.

“Oh no you don’t,” Sharon laughed, raising them higher and out of her reach.

“Sharon wants to keep our undies, Mommy,” Emily giggled, turning toward me. “Sharon likes little girl’s panties, Sharon likes little girl’s panties,” she chanted, dancing around the kitchen floor, waving her arms in the air and swiveling her hips like an erotic dancer. Her baggy pants looked like they would soon fall completely down if she wasn’t careful. The top of her girlish mound was already on display and I was holding my breath.

Throughout all of this Pam had stood watching with a look on her face alternating between disbelief and embarrassment, coupled with an urge to giggle, which she wasn’t sure she should do, and tried to suppress.

I couldn’t hold off any longer because the dinner was ready, and pasta gets so sticky if it sits around, so I chimed in, “Okay everyone, settle down, let’s get to the table and I’ll put your undies in the dryer myself.” Grabbing them from Sharon, I pointed to the table and commanded, “Sit, everyone!” in my fiercest tone of voice, which of course was nowhere near as fierce as it should have been as I was trying desperately not to laugh.

“Well, at least I’ve got pants on,” Emily just had to add. Barely, I thought to myself. “Pam’s naked underneath, aren’t you Pam? See.” And before Pam could do anything about it, Emily had quickly lifted the hem of Pam’s dress and pulled it up above her waist, showing off her pretty pussy for all of us to see.

Poor Pam was instantly devastated and blushed fiercely as both Sharon and I froze in disbelief at my daughter’s boldness, but took in all of Pam’s charms just the same. It was hard not to look at such a beautiful sight. I quickly tried to come to Pam’s rescue and pushed her dress back down and out of the grasp of Emily’s hand, hugging Pam to me and softly telling her not to be embarrassed at the behavior of her new friend.

“She only did that because she’s really fond of you, sweetie,” I whispered into her ear, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, and her heart pounding in her chest. “We really are a fun family and she didn’t mean to hurt you. Will you forgive her?”

“Thanks, Jen,” she murmured, hiding her face against me. “I know she didn’t mean any harm. It will just take me a while to get used to you lot, that’s all,” she added, finally looking up at me, a trace of a tear in the corner of her eye. And she hugged me back tightly. “I really do like you all so much already, you know,” she whispered. “You are so much fun to be with.” And she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as I bent down to softly stroke her hair.

Meanwhile, Sharon had been scolding Emily for her outlandish behavior, and neither of them was able to overhear my conversation with Pam. Whatever Sharon had said to Emily though, and I’d find out later, caused her to come over to Pam and hold out her arms, into which Pam easily slipped, and the two of them hugged.

“I’m sorry Pam, I didn’t mean to embarrass you. I just do things like that without thinking sometimes,” Emily apologized, sounding really chastised.

“That’s okay,” her new friend replied. “I was just surprised that’s all. But I still love you, Emily.” And she gave my little girl a kiss on her lips that had both me and Sharon staring in wonder. “I know we’re going to be good friends and thanks for being the only girl in the class to talk to me today. I think everyone else was making fun of my dress, but I’m so used to dressing like that at the school I went to before we moved here.” And she gave her another quick kiss on the lips as if to emphasize that Emily was forgiven.

Emily sighed thankfully and then started to giggle again. “Thanks Pam, you kiss great.” And she hugged her new girlfriend again, this time squeezing her little butt cheeks through her dress, and pulling her tightly to her once more.

Pam blushed yet again, but then smiled saying, “Oh you are such a little devil, Emily! But I love devils.” And they both giggled, turned and marched to the dinner table hand in hand, sitting down to eat, leaving me still holding their damp but now slowly drying panties in my hands.

You gotta just love little girls, I thought to myself, as I finally reached the dryer and dropped in their undies, and then headed back to rejoin the party in the kitchen.

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