Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

Jacqueline was on my mind as we drove home in the busy, late Saturday afternoon traffic. I kept seeing the array of paintings her mother had done of her, and realized why Maggie and Karen had selected the ones they had to display on the gallery walls.

One thing was certain – Jacqueline wasn’t at all shy when it came to posing. The other thing that was immediately obvious was the sensual beauty of her young body – firm, but soft,  her skin color glowing, radiating with the joy of her adolescence captured so perfectly by her talented mother. Her long, dark hair delicately caressed her curves as it flowed across her breasts — teasing her dark, pointed nipples so that they protruded proudly — or coursed over a shoulder and down her back, almost reaching the cleft between her beautiful butt cheeks.

The sly smile on her face in some of the more daring poses seemed to invite the viewer to join her in an intimate encounter – ‘just you and I,’ she seemed to be saying with her eyes. ‘Please, let me join your collection. I promise you won’t be disappointed.’

Her paintings spoke volumes about her nature, and even more about the skill of her mother for being able to capture the essence of her daughter’s sensuality – overt to be sure, but not in a slutty way. I was anxious to learn more about her and her mother, and found myself hoping we would be compatible. I had also noticed Becky eying Jacqueline, while trying not to look obvious, and hoped they, too, would hit it off since they were so close in age. And I knew that my daughter and Pam would probably keep barraging her with questions and comments, so I hoped she’d accept their youthful curiosity in good humor.

Armed with three large pizzas smothered with various toppings, we soon arrived at our house. I collected a pile of plates as Susan scrounged for a few extra chairs to place around our kitchen table and before long, all of us had squeezed together to enjoy the delights of dinner in preparation for whatever other delightful adventures awaited us once our stomachs had been filled.

I wanted to know more about Marilyn, so I asked her how long she had been painting. “Pretty well all my life, I guess. I used to love messing around with finger painting as a young girl, but really only started drawing seriously when I was in high school. Then at college I studied fine art and began to think of making it a career. But after I graduated I got married almost immediately, became pregnant with Jacqueline and sort of slacked off for a while. Being a mom and a home-maker came first, and it wasn’t until she started kindergarten that I began to get back to my art while she was at school. I’d always liked painting portraits, and it soon became pretty obvious that I had a perfect subject in my daughter,” she smiled, looking over at Jacqueline who took a sitting-down bow, spreading her arms wide as Emily giggled from across the table.

“So was she always naked right from the start?” my outspoken daughter wanted to know.

Marilyn laughed. “No, dear. First I concentrated on getting her face to look realistic, so most of my early drawings of her were just head and shoulders. One day after school, though, she went to her room to change into her favorite shorts and top but couldn’t find them. They were still in the wash and she came out of her room in her undies with a frown on her face looking for them. She looked so cute standing there with her hands on her hips, almost looking daggers at me when I explained where they were. I told her not to move – I wanted to capture the moment on canvas. So that was the first time I’d done a full body piece of her, frown and all. It’s still a favorite in my portfolio.

“When my husband came home from work and saw it he remarked that it was cute, and then teased me that I was branching out into child porn. Later in the evening when Jacqueline was on her way to bed she jumped on his lap for her customary good-night kiss and to my astonishment he pulled up her nightie, turned her around so she was facing me, and spread her legs open revealing her cute panties and dared me to use that as the next pose. Jacqueline, you just giggled and said, ‘yeah, Mommy, draw me like this next time.’ Remember?”

“Yeah, I’ll never forget the look on your face when he did that. I thought you were gonna yell at him at first, but then you just laughed and shooed me off to bed.”

“So, did you? Did you do one of her like that?” Emily piped in.

“I came home from school next day and instead of getting changed like I usually did, I came out in my panties and sat on the stool mom used to pose me and spread my legs, all ready for her. In my innocence I wanted her to draw one for my dad like he’d asked for,” Jacqueline recalled.

“So, did she?” my daughter pressed on eagerly.

“I didn’t really have much choice,” Marilyn laughed. “She’d taken her father so seriously that I didn’t want to disappoint her, even though I’d thought he had been joking, so I did a charcoal of her in those cute pussycat panties of hers. After I was finished she darted over right away to look at it and said it looked like her pussycat was smiling. ‘She’s a happy pussy ’cause daddy’s gonna like it mommy,’ she said, and I laughed to myself at the double meaning of her innocent remark.

“And she was right, he did love it. Even asked me to frame it. It was quite a provocative pose for a six year old so I framed it myself. No way I was going to take it out to be done,” she smiled. “And we hung it on the wall in our bedroom. And that was really the first of what turned out to be my little girl’s career as an erotic model.”

“Do you just model for your mommy?” Emily wanted to know.

“Usually, yes; and for her classes, of course. But once in a while I pose for other artists. Like Maggie, for instance,” she added, looking over at Karen’s sister, smiling.

“Oooo, can we see some of the paintings you’ve done of her sometime, Maggie?” my curious daughter asked in her hard to refuse, pleading tone. “Puleese,” she added. “Are they really sexy too?” she asked as an afterthought.

“They are artistic, dear, and if you think that’s sexy then I suppose you may have a point,” Maggie replied, smiling slyly. “And yes, I suppose you can see them next time you come to my house. I don’t keep them at the gallery, but maybe someday we’ll hang them — that is, as long as Jacqueline and her mom agree.”

Turning to Marilyn, Emily suggested she should have a special showing of paintings and drawings of Jacqueline because “she is sooo beautiful, don’t you think?”

“You just want to see her naked again,” Marilyn teased.

To which Emily responded quickly, “Well, we’re all going to be naked together in the hot tub soon anyway, so yeah. And when do you want to draw me and Pam for your new series?” she added.

“Slow down, Emily,” I told my daughter. “One thing at a time, sweetie. I know you want your pussies to be on display for the whole world to see, but Marilyn hasn’t even confirmed she will use the two of you yet, so stop trying to pressure her. She has her own working schedule to consider. And as for all of us squeezing into the hot tub together, I’m not even sure there will be enough room.”

“We can sit real close,” giggled Pam. “It could be fun,” she added with a smirk, jabbing her sister with her elbow. “Right, Becky? I know what’s on your mind, big sister,” she added, glancing coyly over at Jacqueline.

And so it was. All those soft naked female bodies crowded together in the hot tub that afternoon was another first for our household as our circle of friends grew to include yet another sensual family who were soon participating in one of the wildest orgies I could have ever imagined.

Just for the record, Emily did more than just see Jacqueline naked again. Her tireless tongue sampled the delightful taste of the treasure between her teenage thighs, as Becky waited her turn, while Marilyn probed Pamela’s more than puffy pussy, giving her the much needed personal touch necessary to enable her to capture the fullness of its beauty on canvass when the time came.

Who am I kidding? Nobody was thinking about art that afternoon. We were all just plain horny – and we didn’t even need the jets.

Six months have now passed since that incredible day. Some of what happened during those six months is now on display at The Gallery Of Friends. However, as you might imagine, invitations are mandatory for admission.

Continue on to Chapter 18

By Jeneee

“Mommy, Mommy, it’s here, it’s here!” yelled my daughter as she barged into the kitchen side door after visiting our mailbox at the end of the driveway, the screen door banging loudly behind her. In her hand she waved a large, pink envelope and, with a big grin on her face, proclaimed, “It’s gotta be the invitation. See? It’s from the gallery,” and she thrust the envelope into my hand. “Open it, quick, open it, it must be the invitation!” she urged breathlessly, jumping up and down in her excitement.

She just can’t wait to see her pussy on public display, I thought to myself with a smile.

What a daughter I have. It was the moment she had been waiting for, well, that we’d all been waiting for, actually. Several weeks ago both Emily and Pam, along with Becky, had spent a fun afternoon at Marilyn’s home studio, posing their pussies to be included in the artist’s latest series – From Kitty To Cunt – which featured paintings and drawings of the female sex organ as it matured from the puffy pudenda of infancy to the mature vulva of adulthood.

All in the name of art, of course; but dear reader, knowing my daughter as well as you do by now, it doesn’t take much imagination on your part to visualize the afternoon progressing from a posing session to a full-blown erotic encounter, particularly following the all-out orgy that erupted during the hot tub party at our place following our initial meeting with the artist and her daughter, Jacqueline, after we’d first visited the gallery. And you’d be correct.

We’d all arrived at the artist’s studio in great anticipation that day, both Emily and Pamela freshly showered and full of excitement at the thought of finally being added to her new series of paintings. Becky, on the other hand, had tried to be nonchalant about the whole thing, treating it as just another day, but inwardly she, too, was looking forward to — as Emily had precociously expressed many times – adding her cunt to the collection, particularly since Jacqueline’s would be part of it, too. Over the past six months she and the artist’s daughter had become close friends, lovers now in fact, and it would be so cool, she thought, for both of their pussies to appear side by side when the showing opened.

Marilyn had posed Pamela first, who took great pleasure in pulling apart her more than adequate labia, exposing the bright pink interior of her pussy as well as her prominent clit so that Marilyn could see everything clearly. In doing so the little girl had naturally lubricated quite liberally, a condition which the artist had captured perfectly on canvass making for a very delicious depiction of her arousal.

Emily, true to form, couldn’t resist kneeling between Pam’s spread thighs after Marilyn declared the painting finished, and with the artist and the rest of us watching breathlessly, had licked her girlfriend to an enormous climax which Marilyn had quickly sketched, capturing both Emily’s tongue between Pam’s engorged lips and the orgasmic, delightful expression on Pam’s face as she exploded in ecstasy.

By the time Emily was ready to pose she, too, was, as you might well imagine, soaking wet, her labia swollen, which Marilyn was also able to capture expertly in her pastel, following which Pam returned the favour, bringing my daughter off to a screeching climax, also rendered perfectly on canvas by the artist.

Waiting for her turn, Becky, panties down to her ankles as Jacqueline stood beside her priming her exquisite pussy, couldn’t help but orgasm as they both watched Pam and Emily. She was therefore quite ready for the image of her now inflamed cunt to be preserved forever by her girlfriend’s mother.

Following that, the afternoon became filled with the sounds of erotic pleasure as all of us had become aroused by the goings on and now joined in the fun, relaxing in languid luxury afterward until someone, I forget who, whispered “Pizza, anyone?” which produced a raucous round of giggles from our young charges.

Now, taking the envelope from Emily’s outstretched hand, I glanced at the return address – The Gallery Of Friends – and knew she was probably correct. There would be no other reason for Maggie and Karen’s gallery to be writing to us. Tearing open the envelope I withdrew the shiny sheet inside and read out loud to my excited daughter, “You and your family are invited to attend a special private showing of a new series of works by artist Marilyn Ellington at our gallery on Friday evening, October 24th, at 7 p.m. Dress is casual and refreshments will be served. Please RSVP.”

“I wonder if any of the pussy-licking paintings she did that day will be included in the showing?” my daughter asked, a big, sly grin on her pretty face.

“Don’t count on it, you voyeuristic little slut,” I replied, ruffling her hair. “Those are private pictures, for our eyes only,” I added. “The show is risqué enough as it is. That’s why it’s by personal invitation only. And you’ll notice there is no mention of the title of the show in the invitation, either — just in case it falls into the wrong hands,” I added.

“I can’t wait to tell Sharon,” said Emily, glancing at the clock on the kitchen wall. “She should be home soon. Mommy?” she continued after a slight pause, throwing her arms around my waist and looking up into my eyes, a serious expression on her face.

“What, honey?” I asked.

“Why didn’t you and Sharon model your pussies for the series, too? Then we’d all be there, like one big family of cunts,” she giggled.

“Silly girl,” I replied. “Marilyn already had enough adult pussies in the collection. She didn’t need any more.”

“Yeah, but yours is so pretty, Mommy,” she smiled up at me, sliding one of her hands down from my waist and slipping it between my cheeks from behind, moving her slim fingers softly over my pussy as she hugged me tightly with her other arm. “I love you, Mommy,” she whispered into my breasts as I felt myself rapidly reacting to her touch. “I love you for letting Pam and Becky come to live with us when they had nowhere else to go, and for everything you and Sharon did to help them. None of this would have happened if you’d refused to help, and who knows what would have become of them. You and Sharon have to be the bestest mommies in the whole, wide world.” She looked up at me adoringly, and I was surprised to see tears forming in her eyes.

I hugged her back fiercely, feeling my own eyes starting to tear up in response. “And I love you too, sweetheart. You are the bestest daughter a mother could ever want, you know that, don’t you? Sharon and I are so proud of you for the way you behave, for your honesty about the way you feel and for the uninhibited way you express your feelings – just like you are doing now, sweetie.”

I bent down as her hand slowly slipped away from between my thighs, and kissed her gently on her soft, warm lips, closing my eyes, and relishing the love that only a mother and daughter can understand. Our tongues soon intermingled and the gentle kiss soon became more and more urgent as we slowly made our way, lips still locked, to the nearby couch which had seen many a hot encounter, this one characterized by deep feelings of earnest love as our arousal grew and grew. Faces flushed, we threw caution to the wind and proceeded to devour each other with a passion I think neither of us knew we had within us.

After it was over and we relaxed together on the couch in each other’s arms, somewhat disheveled, I thought to myself as I looked at my sweet Emily, still flushed with excitement, My daughter, my lover. And I found myself suddenly thinking of my husband and, strange as it may seem, thanking him for what he did to us, realizing that if it hadn’t been for him, I never would have learned the real joy it was for a mother to experience the fullness of love that was possible with her daughter. And with Sharon, too, I thought with a smile as I heard the front door unlock.

“She’s home,” screeched Emily, as she jumped up and quickly looked around for the invitation, finding it still on the floor where we had dropped it.

My girlfriend walked into the room and suddenly stopped, taking in our disheveled state. “Well, what’s been going on here?” she asked, a slight smile spreading across her face as Emily ran up to her, still naked, waving the invitation in her face.

“Oh, Mommy and me were celebrating,” she explained, breathlessly, “’cause the invitation came. It came, Sharon, look!”

“I see,” Sharon replied, looking askance at me. “And it looks like it wasn’t alone,” she commented with a smirk on her face.

“Huh?” Emily managed, a puzzled look on her face.

“I mean,” added Sharon, grasping Emily by the shoulders, “it looks like it wasn’t the only thing that came.”

“Oh,” said Emily, grinning, suddenly realizing Sharon’s meaning. “Well, we were celebrating, like I said,” she giggled. “We got the invitation to the new showing at the gallery, see?”

Sharon took the sheet that Emily was waving in front of her face, read it quickly, and with a smile said, “Well, now you don’t have to wait much longer, honey — to see yourself displayed in public, I mean.”

“Well, not really in public,” I commented. “It’s a private showing,” I added. “But as you can see, our little girl is excited about it,” I winked at my girlfriend. Sharon came over to me, giving me her customary hello kiss, cupping my still wet pussy in her hand.

“And I see she’s not the only one who’s excited,” she murmured, teasingly.

I returned her kiss and whispered, “We were having a mommy-daughter moment; well, more than a moment,” I giggled.

Sharon hugged me tightly. “Ain’t love wonderful?” she commented.

“What’s for dinner?” my daughter suddenly chimed in. “I’m hungry.”

Sharon turned to look at her. “Yeah, sex does give you an appetite, doesn’t it?” And we all burst into laughter. “I think I’d better get undressed. I’m feeling out of place here,” she added with a smile.

Emily threw her arms around my girlfriend. “You’ll never be out of place here, Sharon. You’re my other mommy,” she added, her eyes shining. “Pasta, anyone?”

Continue on to Chapter 19

By Jeneee

That evening Emily chatted on the phone with Pam for at least half an hour. Sharon and I overheard bits and pieces of the conversation – which was punctuated by occasional giggles and shrieks – as we sat on the couch with our after-dinner coffee, but we didn’t really pay much attention. We knew Emily would fill us in if anything interesting had happened lately. They were more than likely discussing the upcoming showing of their ‘femininity’ at the art gallery, both dying to see themselves hanging on the wall along with all the other models Marilyn had painted in the new series.

On another note, we were also thrilled that Becky had finally found herself a girlfriend, and even more delighted knowing that it was Jacqueline, Marilyn’s gorgeous eighteen year old daughter. We suspected there was a past history there with her family that we hadn’t yet learned about, and we were really curious about what had happened with her father, who apparently wasn’t a part of her life any more – at least, as far as we knew.

I suspected that Becky probably knew more about it now, and wondered if the situation was similar to that which had transpired between Becky and her own father. Both Sharon and I agreed that eventually the story would come out, all in good time, so we weren’t about to pry.

After she hung up the phone, Emily came running back into the room and joined us on the couch, snuggling up between us, wearing only her panties as usual. This had quickly become the traditional mode of dress around our household in the past year, Sharon and myself included, at Emily’s insistence. Our boobs were always on display and my daughter loved grabbing her own nipples — which now had developed the puffy bloom typical of a budding young girl – and pulling them out for us to demonstrate how she was growing.

“Well?” we both asked in unison after she’d kissed each of us on the lips. I added, “What’s new with your girlfriend? It sounded like you were a little excited in there.”

“Probably having phone sex,” teased Sharon.

“Were not,” replied Emily, sticking her tongue out at her. “We were trying to decide what to wear for the showing at the gallery. And Pam said her mom told her that everyone’s been invited, everyone who posed, I mean. Even their families – moms and dads and brothers and sisters, so it’s gonna be crowded if everyone comes,” she giggled. “We’ll all be famous and in demand, Becky told Pam.”

“In demand?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows. “In demand for what?”

“Well, you know, like as models for anyone who wants us. I think that’s what she meant, anyway.”

“What, from just seeing your pussies?” Sharon teased. “More like being in demand for an up close, personal look if you ask me,” she added with a smirk on her face.

Emily laughed. “Yeah, that’s what Pammy said too. She said we should wear just short skirts and no panties to the gallery so if anyone asks we can show them our cunts and prove it was us in the paintings,” she giggled. “What do you think, Mommy? Should we?”

My exhibitionist little girl, I thought to myself. “And you’d probably do it too, wouldn’t you?” I asked. She nodded, a big grin on her face. “What if it was a father or a brother who asked? Would you show yourself off to a man, you little slut?” I demanded. Here was new territory to explore and Sharon and I looked at each other as we waited in anticipation for her answer.

“I asked Pammy that too,” she giggled in response, “and guess what she said.” We waited in silence, expectantly.

When neither of us said anything she finally blurted out, “Well, she said she would do it, show off her cunt, I mean. Just to see what kind of reaction she’d get. She wanted to see if they’d get a bulge in their pants from seeing her pussy for real. That’s when I screamed in there and you probably wondered what was going on,” she laughed, looking back and forth from one of us to the other for some kind of reaction.

Sharon told her that we thought she’d come or something when we heard her. Out came the tongue again, as my girlfriend smirked back at her.

“Nooo,” she replied, somewhat indignantly. “Becky finally told Pam everything about her daddy and how he played with her at home and then at their club when Pammy was sleeping, and that his cock – that’s what she called it, anyway – got real big and hard when he saw her playing with her pussy the first time he caught her that night in her bedroom. And then it got even harder when she held it like he asked her to do – part of her education he told her. So she wants to see if that happens to all guys. She wants to see a real, live cock for herself, she told me.

“That’s when I told her Marilyn’s mommy should do another series of paintings showing cocks as they grow bigger from babies to men. And we started giggling imagining what could happen in the studio and if boy’s and men’s cocks would get all hard like her daddy’s did when they were posing for a woman artist.”

“We wondered what all the screeching was about,” I said, realizing that it was probably about time that we filled Emily in on the male side of the sexual equation – I remember my own mother calling it that when such things were explained to me. Because of our out and out female relationships over the past couple of years, this aspect of my daughter’s sexual education had been somewhat lacking. Or completely neglected, really, I had to admit to myself.

It was now apparent to me that Becky – finally choosing now to clue her younger sister in on what had actually happened between her and her father — had revealed another aspect in Emily’s life that needed to be dealt with. Now that my little girl was approaching eleven years of age, and continuing to develop quite rapidly, the time had come to make sure she understood all about guys and the way most of them think about girls.

Telling us about her conversation with Pam seemed possibly to be her way of asking us for more information, I surmised. I already knew how she felt about her own father and what he did to us – she was really hurt at the time. But that’s in the past for her now, as it was for me. She now needs to be prepared for boys at school coming on to her, and how to deal with them, especially if she discovers she actually liked one.

I suddenly realized I may have to learn how to deal with that, too. After all, even though we know she quickly discovered her fondness for girls when Pam entered our lives, that doesn’t necessarily mean she is a lesbian, nor Pam either for that matter. They could both turn out to be bisexual like I was – and I say ‘was’ because it’s been so long since I have been with a man, my ex-husband being the last, that I can’t see myself ever wanting to go in that direction ever again. Sharon and I were deeply in love and right now I felt that it would last forever. My little girl, however, was still too young to know which way her sexuality would eventually develop, given the opportunity to fully explore her feelings, and I just wanted to make sure she would be prepared for any eventuality.

“So, do you think she’d do that kinda series?” Emily asked us.

“Don’t know sweetie, but she seems more into painting the female form. I guess you can always ask Jacqueline for her opinion when you see her at the gallery,” Sharon suggested.

“And I suppose you’d love to see paintings like that?” I teased my daughter. And for the first time I can remember, she actually blushed. My precocious little Emily blushed as if she had been caught red handed. There was definitely another dimension developing within her – a curiosity about the male sex organ.

“Is that a blush I see on your pretty face?” asked Sharon, who also noticed the effect my question had had on Emily. She spluttered, and turned even redder, covering her face with her hands while shaking her head from side to side.

“So Pam told you she wants to see a real live cock, is that right? Does that mean you do too?” I pressed, stroking her hair. “There’s nothing wrong with that, sweetie,” I told her. “It’s normal for a girl your age to be curious.” She uncovered her eyes and looked at me, then over at Sharon, a smile now beginning to develop on her face.

“Then you don’t think we’re weird, me and Pammy?” she asked, sounding a bit relieved.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Sharon assured her. “After all, half the people in the world have cocks, so it’s not like it’s a rare thing, you know.”

Emily looked at her as if she was trying to decide whether Sharon was teasing her again, but concluded she wasn’t. “Pammy said Becky told her it hurt the first time her daddy put his cock inside her, but then she said she started to get really wet, and then it didn’t hurt as much. And she even got to like it after a while. She even almost told Pam about it after they started playing with each other but decided not to, thinking it might scare her. It was only after her mommy found out about it from Pammy’s aunt that she began to realize it had been bad for him to do that, and then she said she felt ashamed that it had felt good after a while. She was really mixed up, Pam said. She didn’t understand why her mommy got mad at her instead of at her daddy. Did it hurt you the first time too, Mommy? What about you, Sharon?”

Well, here we go, I thought to myself, catching Sharon’s eye. And the next half an hour saw Emily’s introduction to the world of heterosexual relationships, in technicolor – as Emily commented when she later told Pam about her mommy-daughter talk, or in this case her mommy-mommy-daughter talk – nothing held back, no questions left unanswered. I even learned a bit more about my girlfriend in the process – about her first time with a boy, which turned out to be her last. She realized she was a lesbian in her early teens.

And after our little talk with Emily was all over? Wait for it…

“Mommy, would you fuck me with that dildo you and Sharon use? So I can see what it feels like? Puleease?” The shocked looks on our faces brought a fit of giggles from my daughter. We had no idea she knew about our favorite double-header which we kept hidden in my underwear draw in our bedroom.

“You little sneak,” I scolded her. “You’ve been nosing around in my dresser. That’s not very nice, you know.”

“I was just looking for one of your thongs, just to try it on for Pammy to see, and we kinda came across it, that’s all,” she explained, a guilty look on her fac. “You were in the shower so we snuck into your room, but then you turned off the water so we had to leave in a hurry before we could get a real good look at it. She knew all about it though ’cause Becky has one,” she giggled. “So, will you? Fuck me with it?” And her hand slipped inside her panties to rub herself. “All this talk about cocks has made me horny,” she added.

Sharon winked at me. “I’ll go get it,” she told us, getting up from the couch. And I knew what she was thinking. One good look at the size of our plaything would probably discourage Emily, and give her second thoughts.

My daughter hugged me, cupping one of my breasts and bouncing it a little in her hand. “Is it really gonna hurt, Mommy?” she asked, and I wondered how long it would take her to change her mind once she saw the size of the dildo.

I slid my hand alongside hers inside her panties and wiggled a finger into her wet pussy. “Your little cunt is probably too small, sweetie, so I don’t think it will fit inside you; and yes, it would probably hurt even just to try,” I replied. “Let’s take these off,” I said, tugging at the waist of her panties and starting to pull them down. She stood up so that I could slide them down her long, slim legs, and then I kissed her pretty mound which had recently started to sprout a few fuzzy pubes.

“Yours too, Mommy,” she smiled, and I let her do the same to me, leaving us both naked as Sharon returned, twirling the double dildo around in the air with a big grin on her face.

“Here it is,” she announced, “and I also brought some of this,” she added, showing us the bottle of lubricant in her other hand. “Down on the floor, you little tramp,” she commanded Emily. “You’re about to be fucked,” she added. “With this big cock,” she emphasized, bringing it close to my daughter’s face so she could get a good look at it. “Still want to go ahead, slut?” she questioned, imagining that her dominant strategy would soon change my daughter’s mind. But Emily just nodded.

She knelt down between Emily’s outstretched legs and rubbed the head of the dildo against her wet pussy, spreading her lips so she could feel the bulk of the weapon against her soft flesh. I was watching my daughter’s face and she didn’t even flinch. I took the bottle of lubricant from Sharon’s hand and squeezed some of its contents into my palm and, grabbing the dildo from my girlfriend, I dipped one of the heads into the creamy mixture, lubricating it well, and as they both watched, slid it inside my own pussy and waggled it obscenely over Emily’s face. She giggled.

I watched Sharon shrug and bend down closer to our little girl’s pussy, spreading it wider and lapping at it with her tongue. Emily’s eyes closed as she wrapped her legs around my girlfriend’s neck and humped up toward her.

I knelt down beside Emily’s face and with one hand slid the other end of the dildo over her lips. Feeling it on her face she opened her eyes once more and, wrapping a hand around the shaft, she slid her tongue sensuously over the large head and then opened her mouth wide so she could spread her lips around it. With her mouth now full she moaned as Sharon continued to lick her pussy, feeling the little bud harden as my daughter’s arousal grew.

“Ready to get fucked, sweetie?” I whispered.

With her mouth still full she grunted, nodding her head as best she could. I plopped the head of the dildo from her mouth and crawled on my knees down to where Sharon was still feasting on our little girl’s sopping cunt. Lifting her head away, my girlfriend spread Emily’s creamy pussy wide, opening up the dark pink interior at which we both now stared, doubting this would go much further.

Once again I poured a generous amount of lubricant into my palm, rubbing it over the end of the dildo that would soon be introduced to Emily for the first time. Now it was Sharon’s turn to move over to the young girl’s face where she bent down and kissed her firmly on her lips.

“Get ready, slut. You’re about to be fucked, just like you wanted,” she whispered as she pulled back from the kiss, watching as I pushed the head of the dildo between my daughter’s lips.

No way, I thought to myself. There’s no way this will fit. But as that thought passed through my mind Emily thrust up hard against the tip, as if urging it inside.

Sharon shifted so that her pussy was over Emily’s face. “Eat my cunt while you’re being fucked, you little slut.” And as she settled down on my daughter’s mouth, Emily reached up and grabbed her hips, pulling Sharon tightly against her.

I pushed a little harder, watching in amazement as Emily’s pussy started to yield to the pressure being applied to it. Her lips spread wider, puffing up obscenely as the head started to work its way inside her. As she moaned into Sharon’s pussy she raised her hips up even higher, encouraging the dildo to probe deeper. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing as I wrapped my hands around the shaft and urged it, as gently as I could, further and further into her. My own pussy was soaking wet, the other end of the dildo as deep as it could possible go inside me.

Emily was now squealing into Sharon’s cunt like a wild little animal. I pulled out of her a little, seeing the white flecks of Emily’s arousal on the shaft of the dildo, then urged it back it, a little deeper this time. Between two and three inches were now inside her, but that was the limit. I now concentrated on slowly withdrawing and re-entering her, over and over again as I listened to the audible clues Emily was giving me as she was fucked for the first time in her life.

This wasn’t hurting her – she loved it! I rubbed my thumb and finger over the swollen bud of her clit as I kept up the rhythm of my thrusting, meeting the demands of her hips as she kept pace. Sharon had been watching for a while but now had her eyes closed as Emily’s tongue kept up a furious pace as both of them began to build toward a climax.

And then it happened. Emily pushed Sharon off of her and screeched as her orgasm overtook her. Her eyes flew open wildly, then closed tightly once more, her mouth opening wide as she tried to catch her breath. Sharon, who had come moments before, slid her hands down on either side of Emily’s face and held her gently, kissing her forehead as the little girl writhed and whimpered, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body.

I started to withdraw from her as slowly as I could, trying to be careful not to hurt her in the process. But she wasn’t hurting. The insides of her vagina were gleaming as it slowly started to close once the creamy dildo was removed. Her labia were red and swollen but soaked, as I leaned down to kiss them, my tongue lapping contentedly at the musky taste of a freshly fucked pussy. I withdrew the other end of the dildo from my own pussy and handed it to Emily.

“Here, sweetie. Taste yourself. Taste the cock that just fucked you,” I smiled. And she did. Together we watched her suck the end that had been inside her, then the other head which had probed deeply inside me.

“Mmm, we taste good, don’t we Mommy?” she giggled, stretching. “So that’s what it feels like to be fucked.” And she slid her hand down to her swollen pussy. “I think I might be a little sore tomorrow,” she added, contentedly.

And the three of us then slowly climbed the stairs to bed, to sleep off another first in our lives. As we all crawled into bed together, Emily quickly falling asleep between us, Sharon commented that I was the only one who hadn’t come.

I smiled over at her. “Emily came for both of us tonight, hon. That is all I needed. I guess she showed us a thing or two, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sharon agreed. “And somehow I don’t think it’s the last time she’ll do that.”

And as usual, she would prove to be correct.

Continue on to Chapter 20

By Jeneee

The morning of Friday, October 24, finally arrived. Emily was up earlier than usual, as if the act of getting up early would help the day go by faster. Sharon and I were awakened by the sound of the toilet flushing, followed immediately by the squeak our shower often made the first time it was turned on in the morning, followed next by the screech of Emily being hit by cold water as she tried frantically to adjust the temperature to her liking.

I rolled over and slid an arm over Sharon, mumbling something in her ear about having meant to get a plumber in to fix the shower, or to get a new head at least. It had been on my mind now for weeks, but I’d just never gotten around to it. “What’s she doing up so early?” my girlfriend asked, squinting at the clock on the bedside table.

“Today’s the big day, remember?” I responded with a yawn. “The gallery showing. She just can’t wait. I can hear her now at breakfast – ‘Mommy, what should I wear? What are you gonna wear?’ – honestly, you’d think she was up for an Oscar or something.”

Sharon giggled. “Her big moment. She’ll probably want to sign autographs.”

“Don’t you dare put that thought into her head,” I ordered my girlfriend as I crawled from the bed, pulling down the blanket to expose my naked lover. “We might as well rise and shine too, since we’re awake.”

Sharon groaned and slowly got to her feet, reaching for the hairbrush on the dressing table. “Well I’ve arisen, and now I’ll try to put some shine back into my tangled hair. God, it’s a mess. You been tying knots in it while I sleep?” she grumbled.

“Don’t blame me if your hair has a mind of its own,” I replied, walking over behind her and sliding my arms around her waist, planting a kiss on her neck. “Besides, I like the unruly look in the morning – it’s so sexy.” And my hands rose to cup her breasts and tweak her nipples into long, hard points. “And so are these,” I teased as she leaned back into my body.

“Don’t start something we can’t finish,” she scolded, halfheartedly. “I know how you just love making me late for work.”

“Who, me?” I giggled. “I just love making you, period.” I swatted her butt, and then forced myself to turn away to head for the bathroom to hurry up Emily, who just loved to linger in the shower. She was probably fingering herself to her morning orgasm if I knew her, using up most of the hot water in the process.

I pulled back the shower curtain and quickly shut off the water – catching her in the act, just as I suspected.

“Mommy!” she shrieked, her hand still cupping her mound. “That’s not fair. I was almost ready to cum.”

“Too bad, you horny little tramp,” I giggled, throwing her a towel as I sat down on the toilet to pee. “We need some hot water too, you know. Now hurry up and dry yourself off and get dressed while I shower.” Out came her saucy tongue as she wrapped the towel around herself.

Half an hour later found us all sitting around the breakfast table, the fragrant smell of coffee permeating the air as Sharon and I drank our morning fix, finally feeling wide awake and ready to tackle what promised to be an eventful day in all our lives.

Emily gulped down the rest of her orange juice and stood up to leave. Turning toward me and Sharon she said, “By the way, Pammy is coming home with me after school so we can both get ready together for the evening.”

“Decided what to wear yet?” Sharon asked, teasingly. “Panties or no panties?” she added.

Emily turned her back to us and quickly flipped up the back of her plaited school skirt, revealing her glorious bare bum. “What do you think?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at us with a smirk on her face.

“Emily,” I scolded. “You go put on some panties right away. You’re not going to school like that, you little slut.”

“Yeah,” added Sharon. “Showing off your pussy for art is one thing. But school is another.”

“Ohh, who’s this guy, Art?” Emily asked with a big grin on her face. “Don’t you think he’d like my pussy?” And she quickly ran from the kitchen before one of us could reach her to deliver the crisp swat across her bare cheeks that she expected was on its way.

“Sensible panties; and don’t forget to keep a sanitary napkin in your backpack,” I yelled at her as she ran up the stairs. After all, she was eleven years old now and her period could start at anytime, I kept reminding her. She’d groan each time I brought it up, a little excited in one way, but also understandably a little anxious about what to expect when the moment finally arrived.

*****

After school that day, Emily and Pam arrived home together and with a quick ‘Hi Mom’ ran up to their room to get changed for the evening. Because Pammy still stayed with us on weekends, she had quite a variety of outfits from which to choose. The girls were still upstairs, running back and forth from bedroom to bathroom, when Sharon arrived home from work. She plunked herself down on one of the kitchen chairs, letting out a big sigh of relief at being home and looking forward to the weekend.

“Hard day at the office, dear?” I teased, moving to stand behind her to massage her shoulders. She worked as an assistant in a legal partnership so there were often days when she barely had time to stop for a coffee, let alone get a proper lunch break.

“Mmmm, that feels good, hon. Don’t stop,” she murmured softly, leaning her head back and closing her eyes. I continued my ministrations as she filled me in on one of the cases the office was handling at the moment. It involved determining the custody of seven year old twin girls, part of a separation agreement the partnership was trying to draw up for the girls’ mother – always a contentious issue in such cases, but apparently even more so in this one since the father was being relocated out of the country by his employer. Sharon had met the mother, and the twins, and had immediately felt empathy toward them, making her job a little more difficult as she tried to remain objective.

After a few minutes I could feel her beginning to relax, so I poured each of us a glass of our favorite merlot, barely having time to take the first sip when the thundering of little feet – well, not so little anymore – pounded down the staircase and our two stars for the evening burst into the kitchen twirling around in front of us, arms in the air, big grins on their faces.

“How do we look, Mommy? Do we look like stars?” smiled my precocious daughter, accompanied by a ‘ta da’ from Pam.

Sharon and I looked at them with a combination of wonderment and disbelief. What a transformation! Both girls had taken their long, flowing hair which normally reached down to the middle of their backs and had bundled it up over their heads, fastening it with several little combs highlighted with multicolored ribbons, leaving their cute ears exposed and adorned with dainty, dangling earrings – which I recognized came from my jewelry collection, of course. Not only that, each of them had made up their eyes with mascara and eyeliner, applied a little blush to their cheeks and layered glossy, pink lipstick on their luscious lips. I couldn’t believe how good a job they had done with each other. If it weren’t for their still undeveloped bodies, they could have easily passed for fifteen year olds.

“Wow,” Sharon finally exclaimed. “Where did you learn to do that?” And she walked over to the girls for a closer look while I took another gulp from my wineglass, still speechless.

“Becky taught me,” Pam replied with a grin, and we’ve experimented on each other a few times ’til we finally got it right. “You like?” she added. Sharon put her hands on Pam’s shoulders and peered closer, then did the same to Emily, who could barely refrain from giggling, as usual.

“Not bad. Not bad at all. Just needs a little touching up here and there,” Sharon added, pointing to a couple of places on Pam’s face. “Want me to help?” she asked.

“Yeah, please,” replied Pam, excitedly. “We want to look perfect tonight.”

“Well, Mommy?” my daughter chimed in. “What do you think?”

I couldn’t help smiling as I took in the sight of our little girls. And yes, I had to admit, they both looked absolutely gorgeous. Each had chosen their outfits well, Pam wearing a bright green top that brought out the color of her eyes and a short, hip hugging black skirt, while Emily had opted for one of her favorite pink blouses, the two top buttons left unfastened – not that there was much cleavage to show – and a short, white, flared skirt which revealed her long, slim coltish legs to perfection.

I walked up to her, raised the hem of her skirt and smirked. Just as I had suspected, she was naked underneath, her beautiful pussy ready to be bared whenever the situation demanded, and I was certain Pam’s was the same. Both girls held low heeled, toeless shoes in their hands, ready to adorn their pretty feet to complete their picture perfect appearance.

“Beautiful, sweetie. You both look so beautiful. My little girl is growing up,” I added, with an almost sad frown on my face. “Just make sure you behave like young ladies tonight. Now, both of you go back upstairs with Sharon and let her touch you up a little while I get a snack together for us before we leave. There will be plenty of refreshments there tonight so we’ll skip dinner.”

Shortly before seven that evening, we all arrived at the Gallery Of Friends. The sign on the door read ‘Private Showing, by Invitation Only’ and I quickly retrieved our invitation from my purse to show at the door. Not that we really needed one since we were well known to Judy, the gallery’s assistant, who was stationed behind a desk just inside the entrance, in front of a privacy screen which had been erected to prevent anyone uninvited from peering into the gallery.

“Well, don’t we look gorgeous tonight,” she remarked with a smile as she gave Emily and Pam a once over.

Both girls gave a little curtsy and grinned. “Thank you, Judy,” they responded in unison, and then we all slipped past the screen into the brightly lit gallery. The first thing we saw was a welcome sign which had been erected on a tripod. It featured a photograph of Marilyn with the words:

‘Welcome to a private showing of works by featured artist Marilyn Ellington, well known for her erotic portraits of females, depicting the maturing of the female sex organ from birth to womanhood. This series, From Kitty To Cunt, was envisioned by the artist over a year ago and has been created with the generous participation of models ranging in age from a few months to their early forties. Refreshments are available in the classroom at the rear of the gallery. The artist herself will be in attendance tonight, as will many of the models who posed for this series. We sincerely hope you enjoy the evening.’

Emily grabbed Pam’s hand. “Come on. Let’s go!” she said, barely able to contain her excitement, yet remembering what I’d told them about acting like young ladies. Sharon and I looked at each other, smiled, and followed them in. The evening had begun.

Continue on to Chapter 21

By Jeneee

I slid into the hot bubbling water and perched myself beside my waiting girlfriend, who then leaned over and whispered into my ear, “So, just what did keep you, huh?” But before I could respond she kissed me lightly on the lips and, tasting Becky’s juices on me, added, “As if I didn’t know, you slut. Couldn’t wait to get to her, could you?” she giggled.

I hugged her and smiled. “I’m sure you’ll get your chance before long, sweetie.”

“Damn right, I will,” she whispered back. “That pussy of hers demands all the attention it can get. She is so adorable.”

“Mmmm,” I replied, “and while we are on the subject, her aunt is built the same way.”

Sharon stared at me.

“While Pam was packing her bag, Maggie, that’s her name, came on to me.”

Sharon waited.

“But I didn’t encourage her, and I didn’t respond either,” I quickly continued, seeing the frown on Sharon’s pretty face. “I kinda think she’s not that enamored with her girlfriend, though. She was trying to show her gratitude for us taking care of Pam for a few days while she is tied up with her show and wanted to know if she could do anything for me in return,” I added smiling.

“So you felt her pussy?” Sharon asked, continuing to frown.

“No, after I rejected her advances, she just grabbed my hand and pressed it between her legs and showed me what was waiting for me if I ever changed my mind. That’s how I know she’s built the same way as Pam. And Becky confirmed it when we were, you know, in the kitchen. After seeing both her and Pam I wondered if it ran in the family and she told me that just her aunt, not her mom, was like that.”

“Well, okay,” my girlfriend replied. “Next time you go over there with the girls, though, I’m going with you.”

“Why? Don’t you trust me?” I asked.

“Of course I do,” she replied, as her frown slowly changed to a grin. “It’s just maybe she’ll let me feel that big kitten she has purring between her legs.”

I punched her shoulder and giggled.

What a weekend this has been so far, I mused contentedly to myself. I thought about everything that had happened to us in less than twenty-four hours. When Emily came home with Pam last night I could never have imagined we’d be sitting here in the hot tub the next day looking across at our two young girls, with whom we’d now both been intimate, then at Pam’s sexy teenage sister, whose luscious pussy was still fresh on my lips as my tongue traveled slowly back and forth enjoying the aftertaste.

I felt Sharon’s hand lazily caressing my thigh as we both watched Emily and Pam showing Becky the best place to sit if she wanted to experience the thrill of the hot tub jets. Their giggles were a joy to hear as they watched the effect it was having on her and the expressions it brought to her face when her pussy caught the force of the water.

Then I caught my breath as Emily suddenly hugged Pam close to her and kissed her gently on her lips, her hand disappearing below the water and obviously making its way between Pam’s thighs. Becky watched as her sister started to make out in earnest with her new friend, looked over to us with a sly wink, then edged her way around to sit on the other side of Sharon from me.

“Aren’t they sweet?” she said. “My little sister has her first lover – well, that is, if you don’t count me.”

“Or me,” Sharon added as she smiled at Becky, gently squeezing her thigh with her other hand.

“Oh, right,” Becky replied. “She did mention something about that when I was upstairs having my shower. Seems you two ladies can’t keep your hands off of young girls. Shame on you,” she added laughing. “Not that I mind,” she continued, as Sharon’s hand now slid further up Becky’s thigh toward her pussy, causing her to sigh contentedly.

Meanwhile, across the hot tub things were beginning to heat up even more between Emily and Pam. They were furiously necking, oblivious to everything around them, each with a hand between the other’s legs. I was becoming more and more aroused watching them, aided in part by the attention Sharon was giving my own pussy and, I suspected, to Becky’s as well. But I couldn’t tear my eyes away from my daughter as she suddenly stood up and sat on the edge of the tub, spreading her legs wide, at which point Pam turned around and buried her face between Emily’s slim thighs and busied herself with licking her new girlfriend’s pussy.

It was a sight I could never have even dreamed I would see – my little girl, leaning back on her arms, eyes closed, humping her crotch up and down as Pam worked her magic on her sweet, juicy cunny. From where we sat it was hard to see what else Pam was doing, except that her hand was also busy, no doubt thrusting a finger or two gently in and out of Emily’s cunt as she teased her tiny clit. The pure sensuality of the moment was increased by the moans I could hear beside me, coming from Becky, whose own pussy was delighting in the experienced touch it was receiving from my girlfriend.

I leaned my head on Sharon’s shoulder and squeezed one of her nipples the way that I knew drove her crazy, and this spurred on the attention she was paying to Becky’s swollen pussy. Now it was Becky’s turn to lean back and thrust herself into Sharon’s talented ministrations below the bubbly surface of the water, her hard pointy nipples rising up like periscopes, longing for someone to play with them.

But the cries of delight from across the hot tub drew my attention back to Emily and Pam, and I watched in delight as my little girl experienced her first orgasm from her new lover, her hands forcefully grasping Pam’s head, holding it tightly against her pussy, not letting go for all she was worth, jerking uncontrollably against her face. Then ever so slowly she started to relax her grip and let go of Pam as her eyes opened and a wicked smile spread across her face.

She leaned down and hugged Pam to her, kissing her softly on her lips. “I love you, Pam,” she whispered, gazing into her new girlfriend’s eyes. “That was so hot,” she added, bouncing up from the deck of the hot tub. Then she looked across at us and squealed in delight, “Look at your sister. She’s getting it from Sharon now. Come on, let’s go help!” And she scooted over beside Becky, pulling Pam along with her.

Whatever Sharon was doing to Becky under the water, and I could pretty well guess, had the young teen moaning even louder now, and as Pam and Emily each seized one of her hardened nipples, first pulling and then sucking on them in tandem, it drove her over the brink and she exploded with a cry of delight at the mixture of sensations flooding her young body.

My pussy was on fire from watching all that was happening, and my own hand joined Sharon’s in rubbing desperately at my swollen clit. It wasn’t long before Pam and my little girl clued in to my aroused state and, fresh from treating Becky’s nipples, they immediately crossed over to me, each squeezing a boob, forcing the nipple up and out, and then closing their sweet mouths around them. I was in heaven.

I left my pussy for Sharon again, removing my own hand and stroking the hair of my two young lovers as they suckled my aroused nipples. Sharon’s fingers were driving me crazy in their usual way, and I raised myself up onto the side of the hot tub to make things a little more comfortable. My body cooled a little outside of the water, but heated up even more from the sexual frenzy that was overwhelming me. I then became conscious of a tongue sliding over my engorged clit and, opening my eyes a little, I saw Becky had added herself to the fray after recovering from her orgasm.

Now the four of them were eagerly urging my body toward what would be one of the most incredible pinnacles I had ever reached in my life. The two little girls had my nipples shooting signals down my body toward my swollen clit, which was being expertly sucked by our new fourteen year old beauty, while my girlfriend worked her magic fingers deep within my pussy in a way that only she knew would drive me over the edge.

And drive me they did. The edge came fast and furious. My pussy exploded — juices, pee, all squirting everywhere, Becky eagerly lapping up whatever she could, her face soon soaked with the uncontrollable flow of my fluids. I collapsed on the side of the hot tub, unable to move, trying to regain my breathing, Pam and my daughter hugging me, Emily whispering in my ear, “Are you okay, Mommy?”

As I opened my eyes, hugging Pam and Emily tightly to me, I saw Sharon holding Becky, kissing her mouth, tonguing my juices from her shiny face, and I smiled contentedly.

“Yes, sweetie. I’m okay. I’m more than okay, in fact.” She kissed my cheek while Pam kissed the other. Then in front of my eyes my two young girls kissed and I stared in wonder as their tongues entwined and their soft lips played so sensually against each other, their shiny, damp hair clinging to their faces and draping across my breasts. I hugged them both, whispering as much to myself as to them how much I loved them.

At that moment I knew we were all more than just friends. We had become one big, happy, loving family.

Continue on to Chapter 14

By Jeneee

I slowly slid my way back down into the hot tub, a satisfied smile on my face, the hot bubbly water caressing my glowing skin in the aftermath of an amazing orgasm, quite unlike any I had experienced before. I was quickly joined by Emily and Pam, and together we watched as Becky and Sharon continued to hug and kiss in front of us, Sharon’s hands grasping and squeezing Becky’s cute little butt as their bodies squirmed against each other.

Emily giggled and nudged Pam as one of Sharon’s squeezes caused Becky’s cheeks to spread, revealing her butt hole and forcing her very prominent pussy to open wide. “Her cunny is even bigger than yours,” she teased Pam as she poked her.

“Well, she is older than me,” Pam replied, jabbing her back playfully. “Wait until I get to be fourteen,” she added, sticking out her tongue at Emily.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily said, turning to me, “it looks like Sharon has a new girlfriend. Aren’t you jealous?”

“No sweetie,” I laughed as I slipped my hands down between the thighs of my two young lovers on either side of me, gently cupping their swollen pussies. “Because I have two new girlfriends too, don’t I?” I teased.

“Woo-hoo, yeah,” Emily replied, pushing back against my palm while Pam snuggled up on the other side of me and squeezed her legs tightly together, trapping my hand, a gentle sigh escaping her lips.

Sharon finally released Becky and smiled at me over her shoulder as the young teen turned around to face us. Her firm breasts stood out proudly, their nipples at full attention as Sharon cupped them and softly ran her fingers across their hard points, which seemed to become even harder from her caresses.

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” she mouthed to me as I gazed back at them with mixed feelings, hovering between extreme arousal and slight jealousy. But I chided myself quickly since, after all, I had been the first to taste Becky’s charms a little while ago in the kitchen, so what did I have to feel jealous about?

I smiled at the two of them as they stepped back into the hot tub and sank deeply into the relaxing bubbles that now delightfully massaged all of our bodies. As Emily and Pam cuddled beside me, I found myself pondering where all this was going to lead, my thoughts falling back to the predicament in which the two sisters now found themselves as their parents served their jail terms.

Maggie would have no choice but to look after them, whether she wanted to or not, unless… unless we could come up with a satisfactory alternative, satisfactory to the girls, to Maggie, and of course to the girls’ parents. Several possibilities flitted through my mind, one of them having the girls stay with me, but I quickly dismissed that since there simply wasn’t enough room in my house. Well, Pam could stay in Emily’s room – that would work, but there was just no room for Becky.

And then – wow, this might work! – I suddenly thought to myself. I’d been trying for months to convince Sharon to give up her apartment, where she rarely stayed overnight anyhow, and come to live with us permanently. She had stubbornly refused up to now, the reason being that she thought Emily and I might sometimes need time to be alone. In spite of our assurances that we could still be alone while she was at work during the day, she had held on to her apartment.

“Would you girls like something to drink?” I asked Emily and Pam. Their heads nodded. “Becky, how about you?”

“Okay, Jen, thanks,” she replied, stretching her arms high above her head — again doing wonders with her firm young breasts, which still looked as though they were begging for attention.

“Sharon, come give me a hand,” I asked her, standing up and reaching over to pull her onto her feet.

“You and Becky seem to have hit it off well,” I teased, as we walked into the kitchen, the screen door banging behind us.

“Told you I’d get my turn,” she replied, giving me a sly wink. “I wasn’t going to let you be the only one to molest her,” she giggled. “She’s so adorable, and experienced way beyond her years. And her boobs, mmm, so firm and kissable.”

I nodded. “Yeah, I noticed you couldn’t leave them alone. I’ve been thinking,” I said, as I opened the refrigerator door, the cool air immediately causing me to shiver and harden my nipples. “About Becky,” I added, as Sharon looked at me, waiting. “About what’s going to happen to her. And to Pam, for that matter.” I started to pull a few cans of soda from the fridge, wondering how to put this idea to Sharon.

She waited.

“Your apartment,” I started.

“What about it?” she asked, probably wondering if I was going to return to our old disagreement again, but then, suddenly sensing where I was going she continued with, “Wow, that’s a great idea, hon. Becky could move in with me. We’d have to ask her aunt, of course. And I guess she’d have to okay it with her parents. And that’s going to be an interesting challenge,” she continued, as I struggled to deal with her eagerness, recent images of her and Becky flooding my mind. “That was what you were going to suggest, wasn’t it?”

“Er, well it did occur to me that Becky might like to move in there until other plans could be made. Pam could still stay with us sharing Emily’s room, of course – Emily will just love that – but the only other room available here is the one you use, and I suppose Becky could share that since you usually end up sleeping with me anyway,” I laughed. “But it might make the house a little crowded, so…”

“I think it’s a great idea, having her at my apartment,” she interrupted again before I could finish. “So, aren’t you happy now that I didn’t give it up?” she added, with a teasing smile.

I was somewhat taken aback by her eagerness, and started to wonder if I had made a mistake suggesting it in the first place. Not that I was jealous of a fourteen year old girl living with my girlfriend, but it would also mean that Sharon would not be sleeping with me as much, at least during the school week. And I had to be honest with myself – after that little scene in the hot tub – flashes of Becky and Sharon sleeping together at her apartment were darting through my mind in spite of myself.

My face must have given something away because, as if on cue, Sharon blurted out, “Oh, baby, you don’t think…” she started, and put her hands on my shoulders, peering into my eyes. “Surely you don’t…”

I interrupted, “No, of course not sweetie,” I smiled, coming to my senses. “It’s just that we won’t see each other as much until this whole thing gets worked out properly. Besides, we still don’t know if Maggie will agree to it anyway. Or the girls’ parents, for that matter.”

“Well,” Sharon, resolved, picking up some plastic glasses from the counter and turning to the door, “let’s go ask Becky and Pam what they think. And if they’re in favor of it we’d better contact their aunt and bounce the idea off of her. Although I can’t see her disagreeing… except that she’ll have to ask their parents for permission, even if they are in jail.”

I grabbed the sodas and followed her out the door, still wondering if we were doing the right thing. Cheers went up from the three girls as we appeared with their drinks.

“We were about to come in and look for you two,” Emily said, as she reached for one of the cans of soda and a plastic glass. “Thought maybe you had decided to mess around without us,” she teased, as the other two girls giggled.

“Oh, so now we have to invite you lot to join us when we make out? Is that the way it’s gonna work from now on?” Sharon asked as she jumped back into the tub with a splash.

I followed, sitting beside Becky with my daughter on the other side of me. Sharon and Pam were across from us, Pam still glowing from having her sister back with her again.

“We were trying to come up with a way of helping you two orphans get through this period of being separated from your parents,” I explained, as Pam looked eagerly at me, a hopeful look on her pretty face. “And we have an idea.”

Emily screeched out, “They can stay here! Right, mom? Is that what you decided?”

I laughed, but then got serious as I put the plan to both girls. “Well, partly, sweetie. But there isn’t enough room here for everyone. It would just be too crowded.”

“But they could sleep with me in my bed,” Emily suggested, trying to be helpful in her own sweet way.

“Oh, sure, honey. And just how much sleep do you think you’d all get?” I countered. “You’d be kicking each other all night long. Not to mention your other activities,” I grinned. “Your bed is too small, but…” I continued, as she started to protest, “Pam could share it with you.”

Emily smiled, but then frowned, “But what about Becky?”

“Well, that’s what we were discussing.” I turned to Becky and asked, “What if your aunt agreed to let you stay with Sharon at her apartment? As long as it was okay with your parents, that is. And Pam could stay with us here. That would get both of you out of her hair for awhile and leave her free to do whatever it is she does, with her art and teaching, I mean. You and Sharon could still come over here on weekends, and for meals during the week, so you’d still see Pam a lot.”

I was taken by surprise as Becky suddenly burst into tears and hugged me tightly, sobbing into my shoulder. Sharon looked over at me, her eyes wide at this unexpected outburst from Becky, and I noticed even Pam had a tear flowing down her cheek.

Emily was uncharacteristically silent at this emotional display, but I knew she was hoping that her new friends would agree to this arrangement, and at the same time praying that the girls’ aunt and parents would also go along with it. Frankly, I felt it was really up to Maggie, since Becky and Pam’s parents had left her in an awkward situation, and shouldn’t really have anything to complain about.

As I softly stroked Becky’s hair, she slowly regained her composure and looked up at me with tears in her eyes. “You’d really do that for us?” she managed, between slowly subsiding sobs. “I can’t believe how sweet you all are. You barely know us.”

And here Emily returned to her usual form, exclaiming, “We know you well enough that I love your sister, and I think I’m going to love you too, Becky.” I turned to my beautiful daughter and hugged her with my other arm as Becky wiped away a few tears and smiled at us, resting her head on my shoulder and sighing contentedly.

“I was so worried what would happen to us,” she almost whispered in my ear. “You and Sharon are just like our guardian angels.” And she kissed me softly on my mouth, still hugging me tightly. “Thanks, Jen. And thank you, Sharon,” she added, looking across at my girlfriend, who still had Pam clinging to her side.

“Well then, I guess it’s settled,” Sharon said. “Now what we have to do is ask your aunt if it’s okay. Shall we all go over there this afternoon, or shall we phone?”

“Phone,” Pam exclaimed loudly. “She’s too busy with her show for all of us to go over there again now anyway.”

“But I’m sure she’d want to meet Sharon, sweetie,” I told her. “After all, Becky will be staying with her. And she hasn’t even seen Becky since, you know, since your mom and dad went away.”

“Well then, phone first. And if she wants to meet Sharon, Becky and her can go over. I want to stay here, with you and Emily.” Pam’s shyness of yesterday seemed to have quickly evaporated, and she was figuratively putting her foot down all of a sudden. Then she realized how she must sound. “I’m sorry, Jen. I don’t mean to sound rude, but…” and she blushed and hugged Sharon who pulled her close and kissed her cheek, telling her that it was okay, we understood.

“Mom, does that mean that Sharon won’t be sleeping here as much?” Emily asked, suddenly realizing the implications of this new arrangement.

I nodded. “She can still come to stay on weekends, sweetie. And we can squeeze Becky in somewhere too, so don’t worry about it. And they can come to dinner during the week. I don’t think Sharon could last too long without my pasta, do you?” I winked at her. Emily giggled, reassured once more.

This aspect was not lost on Becky either. “I’m sorry, Jen. I didn’t mean for this to interfere with your relationship with Sharon. I can tell you two are really in love, and it means even more to me now, what you’re doing for Pam and me.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, sweetie. You know we are all close now, like a family, and you’ve both shared in our intimacy, so we’re all more than just friends.” And I tweaked one of her nipples for emphasis, bringing a smile to her face and a sigh of appreciation. “Remember what Emily just said. We love you and Pam.”

*****

It came to pass that Maggie was agreeable to the new arrangement, and Becky immediately moved into Sharon’s apartment, and Pam into Emily’s bed, much to her delight. We all soon settled into the ways of our extended family, and our lives grew even more delightful as the weeks flew by, and summer turned into fall.

*****

“You realize your daughters are turning into lesbians, don’t you?”

Maggie leveled this at her sister one fall day as she visited her in the county jail. “Becky is sleeping with that older woman, you know. The girlfriend of the one who is looking after Pammy. And Pammy is having sex with that other woman’s eight year old daughter, too.”

“You were supposed to be looking after them. You couldn’t even manage to do that for me, you bitch. Too busy with your own fucking art. What kind of sister are you, anyway?”

“Look who’s talking. You’re the one who hooked up with that pervert husband of yours, and look where it got you. Is it any wonder Becky’s turned out the way she has, with a father like that? How could you let him get away with abusing her that way, fucking the poor kid when she was only twelve years old? It’s just lucky he didn’t get her pregnant. And then turning her into a fucking stripper, for God’s sake. What kind of woman are you, anyway? He would have done the same thing to Pammy if you hadn’t got caught.”

And with that, Maggie got up to leave, disgusted once more with her sister.

“Wait, don’t go yet, please. I’m gonna turn him in. I want a divorce and I’m going to report what that bastard did to her to the cops. And you’re right, he would have done the same to Pammy. That’s what woke me up. I was the one who leaked the information about the club to the police — anonymously, of course. I’d had enough. I caught him going into the back room where the girls were sleeping one night after we closed, and I just knew what he was going to do. That was it for me.”

Maggie looked at her sister with slightly more respect, and sat down again. “So, what’s going to happen?”

“They’ll arrest him and there’ll be another trial. Poor Becky will have to testify. I hate to do that to her, but I don’t think there’s any way around it. I’m sure she still loves her daddy and it’s going to hurt her. But damn it, I can’t see any other way.” She hung her head and sobbed.

Maggie left her alone like that. I can’t help her, she thought to herself as she drove away from the dreary jail compound. I just can’t help her any more.

But she had to think of some way to protect Becky. There was no way she was going to let her niece go through having to testify about all that shit, and drudge up memories that she had by now undoubtedly buried in her subconscious. No way. But that will have to wait for another day.

Continue on to Chapter 15

By Jeneee

The next two years passed by quickly as we adjusted and adapted to the new situation we had inadvertently brought upon ourselves that weekend, when Pam and Becky first entered our lives. We quickly settled into a new routine, dealing day by day with the bumps in the road that developed, some quite emotionally challenging, as unforeseen difficulties arose with our new living arrangements.

But the young are resilient, and both Emily and Pam dealt with everything as it came along, my daughter’s infectious humor acting as a soothing tonic when things became particularly difficult as more and more of Becky and Pam’s past was revealed to us. Some of it came out in shocking ways during visits to their mother in jail, especially the time that she accused Becky of teasing her father and allowing him to seduce her when she was twelve years old, just prior to the formal opening of their club.

Even Pam hadn’t known about it, the older girl keeping it a closely guarded secret, and in her own way believing her curiosity about sex had allowed it to happen. Her father had caught her playing with herself one morning when Pam and her mother were out, and had decided to – as he put it to her – educate her in the ways of the world. She was a willing student, but fear that her mother would find out kept her from letting it happen again. She’d let it slip to her aunt one day, however, who immediately told her sister, Karen, what had happened.

The ugly scene that followed between Becky’s parents almost caused them to separate, but Karen backed down in a moment of weakness, convincing herself that Becky had been the instigator. She never let on to Becky that she knew what had happened — until, that is, the day of their visit to the jail, when it all came out.

Karen’s threat to expose her husband’s behavior never materialized, however. Instead, she told him she wanted a divorce and for him to admit to the authorities that the club was his idea and that he’d coerced her to go along under duress. In addition she wanted sole custody of Pam and Becky once she was released. Otherwise she would reveal the truth and he would end up behind bars for a long time. Reluctantly, he agreed, and the courts granted her an early release and allowed her to reunite with her children. The following year the divorce was finalized, and then Pam and Becky had to deal with the knowledge that they would probably never see their father again.

After a brief period of emotional turmoil and tears, things eventually settled down and with support from us — and, a little surprisingly, from Maggie, who soon developed a new respect for her sister for finding a way to prevent Becky from becoming involved with a nasty court scene — Karen and her daughters were able to resume a somewhat happier family life together.

Maggie bought a small art gallery from a friend of hers and took Karen on as a partner. Their business started to thrive as Maggie’s art works became more and more popular, and her student base increased. Karen took over the lease on Sharon’s apartment and I finally got my wish of having my girlfriend move in permanently with me and Emily. Pam and Becky stayed with us on weekends, since that was when the gallery did most of its business, requiring Karen to spend much of her time at the gallery. She seemed to have adjusted well to her new life, as had the girls.

Weekends were usually tumultuous at our house. Pam shared Emily’s bedroom – and bed, naturally – while Becky took over Sharon’s old room. Sharon, of course, slept with me. We were lucky we had two bathrooms, even though the upstairs one was the only one with a tub and shower. Needless to say, group showers were common, and Sharon and I often awoke on Saturday mornings to the squeals and screeches of delight as two, or sometimes even three, girls played together as they shampooed each other’s hair and washed each others’ backs – and more.

Lately though, Becky – who was now sixteen – tended to sleep in on weekends; that is unless Emily and Pam, after finishing their shower, decided to pounce on her and awaken her from whatever dreams were flitting through her mind. Her grumbles soon turned to sighs and moans of satisfaction, however, as the two ten year olds worked their magic on the teen’s willing young body. She had taught them well and reaped the benefits, usually exploding in orgasmic delights before finally stumbling off to the bathroom for her own shower.

And then she often found Sharon and I had already beaten her to the hot water, but we were more than willing to squeeze her in with us before it ran out completely. One morning when the three of us were squashed tightly together in the shower our lovemaking consumed us, only to be brought to a shocking end as the water finally turned cold. Our screams and giggles soon attracted the attention of Emily and Pam, who rushed in to see what was causing the commotion.

“And just what were you up to?” Emily challenged, looking severely at us, her hands on her hips.

“As if we didn’t know,” piped up Pam. “And I thought we’d satisfied you,” she scolded her sister. “What’s the matter, Becky? Didn’t we do a good enough job?” she pouted.

“You did a great job, Pammy, but you know me – I just can’t resist seconds,” Becky laughed.

“How about thirds?” piped up my daughter, moving quickly over beside Becky and slipping her hand between the older girl’s thighs. “Oh wow, Becky, your cunt is so, like, soaked,” she giggled, stressing the word ‘cunt’ as if to shock her audience. But we were beyond shocking anymore, and Sharon immediately commented on what a little slut our ten year old Emily was becoming.

“What has happened to our sweet little girl?” she wanted to know, a sly look on her face. Her answer consisted of Emily sticking out her tongue, hands on hips as she did a little bump and grind. “Wanna put that tongue to good use, slut,” Sharon taunted even further, trying, but failing, to suppress a smile as Becky snorted beside her.

“Try me,” Emily challenged, as Pam giggled beside her. “Didn’t you get enough either, Sharon? What’s the matter, Mom? You losing your touch?” she added as she quickly darted out through the bathroom door to avoid the inevitable swat to her behind that she knew would be coming her way if she wasn’t quick enough.

“Race you to the hot tub,” she squealed as she disappeared, running downstairs with Pam following not far behind.

“Well, things seem to be returning to normal after all this time,” Sharon observed, smiling broadly as she reached for a towel to dry herself off.

“Yeah,” Becky agreed. “Reminds me of the first day I met you two,” she mused quietly, grabbing a towel and handing it over to me, then reaching for one for herself. As I dried myself I gazed at her gorgeous body. She had developed even more during the past two years, her breasts swelling to a firm 36C, nipples proudly displayed, hard and firm, beckoning for attention. Her hips had broadened and her heart shaped butt was the envy of all her friends, guys frequently fawning over her at school. But she would have nothing to do with them.

“I guess I’m turning out like my aunt,” she commented one day after she had hung up the phone from talking with a boy who had been urging her to go out with him now for several weeks. “Guys don’t do a thing for me.” Sharon and I had both looked at each other, wondering just how big a role her father had played in that decision, but didn’t say anything, deciding to let her explore her feelings without any interference from us.

During the weeks when Becky had stayed with Sharon at her apartment. they’d had many candid conversations about sex and lesbianism, Sharon acting as a mentor to the young girl without trying to persuade her one way or the other. Several times they had ended up in bed together at night, Sharon usually hugging the teen tightly as the tears flowed from having related more and more of her past to my girlfriend.

And, yes, Sharon had confided in me, they did make love a few times. It just seemed to lead that way, she explained. I nodded in understanding, but nevertheless felt small pangs of jealousy, more from feeling left out than feeling that Sharon was being unfaithful to me. I knew what a hard time Becky must be having, coming to grips with what had happened to her and her sister, and couldn’t blame Sharon for doing her best to make Becky feel more comfortable with the sexual urges that sometimes overwhelmed her, and trying to comfort the young girl and explain that there was nothing wrong with her.

Not surprisingly, I sometimes found myself becoming turned on as Sharon described some of the things she and Becky got into, and my girlfriend and I experienced a few hot moments together from time to time as she related what had happened. Once in a while, when she and Becky had come over for the weekend, the teen even joined us in bed at night and we both shared the delights the then fourteen year old had to offer as she became even more skilled in the art of lovemaking.

Her pussy was a joy to play with, her inner labia being so large and pliable, and I just loved to suck them individually into my mouth, savoring the creamy juices that flowed freely from inside her cunny as she became more and more aroused. Her clit was enormous for a girl of her age, easily the size of the first joint of my little finger and Susan and I would take turns swirling out tongues around it and wrapping our lips over it as she squirmed almost uncontrollably from the loving attention we poured onto her. When the young girl exploded in orgasm her sweet juices veritably poured from her over our faces and we relished the three-way kisses we had afterwards as Becky slowly came back down to earth.

So here it was, another Saturday morning in early summer, and the good old reliable hot tub awaited us once more. Emily and Pam had already uncovered it and turned it on, and were probably settling down in front of their favorite jets already. On empty stomachs, too, I mused to myself.

By now, Susan and Becky had finished blow-drying their hair and turned the dryer over to me. As they headed downstairs, I asked them to put on the coffee and pour some juice for the girls before joining them. By the time I got downstairs the coffee was perked, filling the kitchen with its delicious aroma. I was no good without my morning cup, and along with the creamy donuts Susan had picked up on her way home from work the night before, we were all set for our ‘jet-propelled breakfast,’ as Emily called it, rapidly becoming a weekend tradition around our place. Not all that healthy, I admit, but it served as a quick and convenient way to start the day.

Later in the morning, we would all get dressed and head out to the market for our weekly groceries. The lunch that followed when we arrived home would more than make up for the dietary deficiencies of our breakfast, and it was around the lunch table that we all made plans for the rest of the weekend.

Last night there had been a few suggestions that we surprise Maggie and Karen at the gallery, and see just what they got up to on their busy weekends. Whether that plan actually materialized would have to wait until we gathered together around the lunch table.

Who knows what might be in store for us?

Continue on to Chapter 16

By Jeneee

Soup and sandwiches were rapidly devoured and coffee, juice and soda gulped down as our close-knit family suddenly seemed to be in a hurry to get to the second half of our Saturday. It was almost as if we had all agreed on what was on the agenda, even though nothing had been decided — in so many words, at least. Well, almost all of us had agreed, as it turned out.

“So? What’s it to be?” Sharon asked as she poured her third cup of coffee. “Are we going to the gallery, or what?”

“Yeah, let’s,” piped up Emily, a sly smile on her face. “Let’s go see what your mom and aunt get up to every weekend,” she added, looking across at Becky and Pam.

Becky groaned. “Do we have to?” she complained. “They’re just gonna be busy with their art, and probably with a class or two. Bo-ring,” she added, plunking her bottle of soda on the table beside her empty plate.

“Well, I wanna go see,” Emily persisted. “I’ve been sort of looking forward to it since we mentioned it last night. What about you, Pam?”

“I wouldn’t mind going, really. I’m kind of curious what Mom does every weekend. You don’t have to come if you don’t want, Becky,” she added, smiling at her sister beside her. “You can always stay here and finish your homework,” she teased, knowing that final exams were coming up soon for Becky.

Becky groaned again. “Not what I had in mind,” she grumbled. “I was thinking more of the hot tub,” she added, looking up hopefully for a positive response from the others.

“We can always come back afterward for that,” I suggested, knowing how much of a ritual tubbing had become for our extended family over the past couple of years.

“Yeah, come on, Becky,” Sharon urged. “It won’t be as much fun if we don’t all go together.”

Becky shrugged. “Well, okay; but let’s not stay too long. They won’t want us in the way anyway if they have lots of customers.”

So the decision had been made. We all pushed away from the table, cleared things up a bit and soon found ourselves piling into my new minivan, heading off downtown toward the Gallery Of Friends, as Maggie and Karen had decided to name their business venture.

Situated at the end of a row of stores in a strip mall, its colorful window display usually featured a sample of works from the artist of the month. Except this time there was just a multicolored sign in big letters promoting: ‘A Showing, By Marilyn Ellington’ filling the whole front showcase.

“So who’s this Marilyn Ellington, anyway?” Sharon wondered aloud, as we approached the building after struggling to find a parking space in the crowded lot. The strip mall was filled with weekend shoppers getting their groceries and other supplies for the coming week. “And why are there none of her paintings in the window?” she mused.

I shrugged. “Guess we’ll find out soon enough,” I replied as we opened the door and waltzed in breezily, one after the other, except for the inseparable Pam and Emily who squeezed through the door together, holding hands and giggling expectantly.

“Oh, look, Mommy. Naked ladies!” Emily suddenly cried out as our attention was immediately drawn to a wall filled with what looked like pastels of nude females, with the occasional charcoal drawing mixed in.

“Well, I guess we know now why there weren’t any in the window,” Sharon chuckled. “Just look at some of those poses!” she exclaimed. Emily and Pam had already moved swiftly down the wall trying to take everything in at once, their loud entry upon seeing what was on display seemingly attracting the attention of a few other gallery guests, who were smiling at the outspoken girls’ comments which periodically burst from their mouths, interspersed with the occasional squeal as they nudged one another.

We all distinctly heard, “Look at the size of her boobies! Oh my God, she’s got so much hair on her cunny. Hey, look at that one, she can’t be any older than Becky! Mommy, she’s spreading her cun…” before I finally interrupted and cut her off in mid-word just in time.

“Emily! Quiet!” I hissed loudly, just as Karen appeared from a door at the back of the gallery to see what was causing all the sudden commotion.

“Oh, it’s you lot,” she frowned. “Might have known you’d choose today to visit.”

“We didn’t know you had a showing of nudes, mom,” Becky replied with a slight smirk. “We just decided we’d come and see what kept you both so busy every weekend,” she added. “Guess we know now,” she giggled, throwing her arms out and twirling around. “Look at them all.”

“Well, now that you’re all here,” Karen tried to shush her in a low voice, “please try to be a little quieter and don’t disturb our other guests. We also have a class in progress in the back room, so if you have any questions you can ask our assistant Judy over there,” she added, pointing to a middle aged woman with long red hair wearing a long grey smock who appeared to be in consultation with a young couple apparently interested in buying one of the paintings. “I have to get back to the class now; sorry I can’t stay and chat.” And with that she strode back to the door from which she had originally appeared, and closed it quietly behind her.

“Wonder if the class is about painting naked ladies?” Emily whispered in Pam’s ear, giggling. “Your mom didn’t seem too happy to see us.”

“She’s probably just busy with the class,” Pam replied, with a frown on her face. “I guess maybe we shouldn’t have come, after all.”

“It’s a public gallery. We have just as much right as anyone else to be here,” Becky proclaimed. “Besides, I kinda like some of these paintings,” she smiled, now appearing to be happy she had decided to come along with them.

“Thought you wanted to stay home,” smirked her younger sister. “Changed your mind fast, didn’t you?” Nudging Emily she whispered, “Oh, see that one over there, Em?” And off they went for a closer look.

Meanwhile Sharon and I were slowly moving from one painting to another, enjoying the display more and more. “She seems quite talented, this Marilyn Ellington. Wonder how long she’s been at it, and how Maggie came to know of her work?” I mused.

“Maybe Judy can tell us. Let’s go ask her – she seems to be finished with that other couple,” Sharon suggested.

We wandered across the room and introduced ourselves. But she didn’t seem know too much about how Maggie and Karen came to discover the artist’s work, other than it was about six months ago that she first saw a few of her pastels. We would have to wait until Maggie was free after class to get further details, she told us, but she did know the show would last for another two weeks and that some of the paintings were already sold but would remain on display until the next exhibit began.

The other interesting thing we learned was that Marilyn Ellington also took bookings for custom individual or family portraits, usually nudes or partial nudes. This was a specialized area that not many artists engaged in, so she was usually kept rather busy. When we learned of this morsel of tantalizing information, Emily was within hearing range and immediately begged Sharon and me to have one done together. “And can you get one of me and Pam done, too?” she pleaded. “That would be so awesome, Mommy.”

“Hell, why not have her do all of us together?” Sharon teased.

“Oh, yeah, Mommy, let’s,” Emily squealed. “Puleese?”

“I was just kidding, sweetie,” Sharon replied. “She probably charges a fortune, hon. No way we could afford her, I’m sure.”

“Awww, well let’s ask anyway, okay?” my daughter pleaded. “We can invite her over to the hot tub, maybe,” she suggested suddenly. “She might do it for cheaper then. What do you think?”

I had to admire her for her initiative, innocent as it was, but shook my head and smiled. “Somehow I think she will need more incentive than that, sweetie. Like money, maybe?” I added. “Lots of money.”

Suddenly the door to the classroom opened once more, but this time five or six students wandered out, portfolio cases slung under their arms and backpacks hanging from their shoulders. I noticed that all were females, a couple in their late teens and the rest in their twenties and thirties. As they slowly wandered through the gallery toward the front door Emily and Pam watched them closely. “Bet they were painting nudies,” Emily whispered rather loudly as she nudged Pam. One of the students must have overheard my outspoken daughter because she turned around, unable to suppress the big grin that lit up her face.

Taking this as a ‘yes,’ Emily squealed, “I told you, didn’t I? Let’s go see if your mom’s free now, Pam.” She grabbed Pam’s hand and tugged her to the back toward the gallery classroom. But Becky had beaten them to it and was already inside when the two young girls entered. Not only that, there were a couple of other women in the room besides Maggie and Karen. One was a young girl in her late teens wearing a short, white robe and the other was a woman probably in her forties. A few easels were scattered about the room, and Maggie and Karen were in the process of cleaning up after class.

“Hi, Mom, can we help you?” Pam asked.

“No thanks, dear. We’ll only be a few minutes. Please try to stay out of the way.”

Pam then took another look at the young girl in the white robe. She was very pretty with long, straight dark hair and seemed vaguely familiar to her. Then it hit her, and she quickly ran back out into the gallery returning in a few seconds with a big smile on her face, almost bumping into Emily who was about to follow her out to see where she was going and why.

“You’re one of the girls in the paintings, aren’t you?” Pam said to the teen who was now bending over to pick up her clothes which had been piled on a chair in the corner of the classroom. Emily was smirking a little as Pam directed her question to the girl because, as she bent over, the girl’s robe had risen enough to reveal her curvy, naked butt, pussy peeking out saucily between her cheeks. She had obviously been the model for the art class that had just finished.

The older woman smiled at Pam. “You are pretty observant, young lady. Yes, she is my daughter, Jacqueline, and I use her as a model for my art quite frequently. And you must be one of Karen’s girls, I suppose?” she asked.

“That’s right,” Pam’s mother interjected. “This is Pam; and the troublemaker over there,” she added, pointing toward Becky, who was in the process of thumbing through a series of canvasses she had noticed on a table against one of the classroom walls, “is my eldest, Becky. And Pam’s friend here is Emily — well, her girlfriend, I guess you’d call her now,” she laughed.

At which point Emily hugged Pam to her and kissed her. “Yeah, she’s my honest-to-goodness girlfriend,” she giggled. “And we’re both ten. And I love her very much,” she added, giving Pam a longer, more sensual kiss on her lips as if to emphasize just how much, as the others gazed on in wonder.

Becky then turned around from going through the canvasses she’d spotted and said, “My God, you must be Marilyn Ellington then. Are you?”

“Well, another observant young lady,” the older woman replied, smiling. “Guilty as charged,” she laughed. “And I’d guess you and Jacqueline would be about the same age, right?”

“I’m sixteen,” replied Becky, looking over at the model.

“I’m a couple of years older then,” Jacqueline replied. “I turned eighteen last month. I’d better get dressed now, Mom, unless you need me for anything else?”

“It’s okay, hon,” Marilyn replied. “Nothing more for today. You can hit the bathroom and get dressed.”

“Hey!” exclaimed Emily. “We’ve all seen you naked in your pictures so why not just change here? No need to go running off to the bathroom,” she added, hoping for a real live look at the pretty girl she had seen posing in such a sexy way in some of the paintings in the gallery.

Pam giggled. “Yeah, we know you’re not shy ‘cause you were spreading your cunny in one of the pictures outside.”

“Pamela!” scolded Karen. “Don’t be so rude. It’s all for the sake of art, you know. Nothing nasty.”

“Well, she was spreading her cunt,” piped in Emily, boldly, as Pamela gasped beside her. “If that’s art, I like it,” she added, smiling at Jacqueline. “And I just saw your cunny anyway, when you were bending down over by the chair. Besides, we’re all girls here anyway. Oh, and can we pose for some of your pictures too, Mrs. Ellington? Or don’t you do girls our age?” she asked, suddenly changing the topic. “You’d love to paint Pamela’s cunny. Wait ‘til you see it.” Pam jabbed her with her elbow, but smiled. She was now used to her girlfriend’s outspoken nature. “And Becky’s is real yummy too,” Emily added as an afterthought, looking over at Pam’s sister.

Becky stuck out her tongue at Emily and then said, “Oh, she does girls your age too. I just saw some real young girls in that pile over there. They are all your paintings, aren’t they?” she asked the artist.

Maggie, who had been busy cleaning things up in the classroom, now chimed into the conversation before Marilyn could respond. “Okay, girls, I think we should let Mrs. Ellington and her daughter get cleaned up a bit. I know you’re all excited, but we can all get together with you — and your mom and her girlfriend,” she added, nodding toward Emily, “after the gallery closes. We still have some work to do here, so why don’t you all just run along for a bit. Your mommy and Sharon are still outside, so please go join them and we’ll all chat later. Go on now, shoo.” And she waved them toward the door.

Amid groans of protest, the three girls slowly left the classroom and joined the other two who were still studying the paintings in the gallery.

“So, just what did you see?” Emily asked Becky. “In that pile of paintings, I mean. Were there really young girls like us there too?” she asked eagerly.

“Yeah, even younger,” Becky whispered to Pam and Emily. “She even had close up pastels of baby’s cunnies,” she giggled. “All fat and puffy. She seemed to have done a lot of paintings of pussies, all close up.”

“Oh, wow,” squealed Emily. Really? Maybe she will want to do ours then, too,” she added, hopefully.

“You’re turning into a real exhibitionist, Emily,” teased Pam, putting her arm around her young girlfriend.

“Who’s an exhibitionist now?” Sharon asked, walking up to them after overhearing Pam’s comment.

“Emily, as usual,” Pam giggled. “She wants the artist to paint her pussy.”

“I want her to paint all of us,” Emily protested. “Not just me.”

“Okay, what just happened in there?” I asked my daughter, who seemed to have been up to her usual mischief as soon as she left my sight. So the three girls explained in bits and pieces what had transpired in the classroom, overheard by Judy, who couldn’t resist listening in.

“So, you got some answers to some of your questions, I hear,” she said, as the girls filled us all in about the artist and her daughter. The gallery had emptied while the three girls were in the back room and Judy announced that closing time was in a few minutes. She left them to straighten a few paintings that had tilted a little during the afternoon viewing, then went up front to lock the door.

Susan and I were pleasantly surprised to hear that the artist herself was in the back, and had actually been helping to run the class. We were even more surprised that one of the models for Marilyn Ellington’s paintings was her own daughter, and I for one, was anxious to meet her after seeing how beautiful she looked.

“It looks like she is pretty liberal with her daughter, the way she painted that one canvas with her spreading her pussy,” I remarked to Sharon.

“Yeah, can’t wait to meet her,” Sharon laughed.

“Who, the daughter or the mother?” I teased.

“Hmmm, both,” she giggled.

And just then, as if on cue, the classroom door opened again and Karen and Maggie strolled out, followed by Marilyn and her daughter, now wearing shorts and an orange tee with a big tiger on the front, the words ‘hungry pussy’ emblazoned boldly below its open mouth.

“Love your pussy, Jacqueline,” Pam blurted out, before Emily could beat her to it.

Amid girlish giggles, introductions were made and my little girl had her turn by blurting out, in her own sweet way, that we should invite everyone back to our place for dinner.

“Before you get carried away, sweetie,” I laughed, “I think we’d better find out if they have other plans.”

It turned out that nothing pressing was on their agenda for the evening so I found myself hoping that I’d bought enough food at the market to feed everyone. Before I got much further with that thought, though, Maggie suggested we order pizza so that I didn’t have to spend a lot of time and effort getting prepared for an unplanned dinner. “It’s not fair to you, Jen and Sharon, to have to cook for this lot,” she laughed, waving her arms around at the collection of hungry females gathered in the center of the gallery floor.

“Yeah, mom, let’s have pizza and beer,” Emily squealed. “Well, you can have the beer,” she smirked. “Me and Pam can have soda, unless you’ll let us…” she didn’t finish, seeing the stern look on my face. “Didn’t think so,” she grinned, as she put her arm around Pam. “I wanted to get my girlfriend drunk so I could have my way with her,” she added, licking Pam’s ear.

“Since when do you have to get her drunk to do that?” Sharon teased. “You two are like a couple of minxes when you get going.”

And, as if to confirm my girlfriend’s accurate observation, Emily reached down between Pam’s jean-clad thighs and started rubbing her pussy, as Jacqueline and her mother looked on in amazement.

“Hey, Mom,” the teen announced. “I think you’ve just found a couple of new models.”

Karen shook her head at the wanton display, but could hardly suppress a smile. Over the past few months she’d become accustomed to her daughter’s behavior with not only Emily, but with her older sister, and she’d resigned herself to the fact that her daughters were lesbians, just like their aunt. If she was honest with herself, she would admit that even she sometimes felt a special tingle at the thought of joining in with their sexual antics.

“So you think you’d like to paint us, really?” Emily asked Marilyn, as she continued to squeeze Pamela’s pussy in front of everyone. And true to form, in the blink of an eye, my daughter quickly pulled down Pamela’s jeans and panties, revealing her girlfriend’s pussy for all to see, reminiscent of the time she’d lifted Pam’s dress in front of Sharon and me two years before in our kitchen.

This time, however, Pamela didn’t blush as Emily showed off her friend’s treasure to the artist. “Just look at her cunny,” she exclaimed, pulling firmly on Pam’s luscious, full lips and spreading them, revealing the smooth, shiny, pink head of her clit peeking out from its sheath. “Isn’t she wild? Wouldn’t that make a hot painting? And she gets so wet too, see?” she added, waving a glistening finger in front of Marilyn’s face.

I stood there stunned, but somehow not surprised at Emily’s behavior, and at Pamela’s apparent acceptance of her girlfriend showing her off this way. She had obviously become turned on during the afternoon by the gallery display and from meeting the artist and her daughter, and was now enjoying the attention Emily was paying her in front of everyone.

“She’d make a great model for your new series, Mom,” Jacqueline finally managed to say, breaking the sudden silence that had descended on the gallery as Emily continued to finger Pam’s cunny, slowly sliding it in and out, eliciting soft moans from her girlfriend. Even Judy was apparently speechless as she looked on along with everyone else.

“What new series?” I managed to ask, tearing my eyes away from Emily and Pam as I felt my own pussy begin to moisten.

“She’s started work on a group of paintings featuring the female sex organs, entitled ‘From Kitty To Cunt’,” explained Maggie. “It’s designed to show the development from infancy to womanhood.”

“So that’s what I saw in the classroom,” chimed in Becky. “You’ve already got some babies done,” she smiled at Marilyn.

“Yeah, a few,” the artist replied. “I have a couple of friends who let me use their newborns as models. And now I’m starting to work on a few older ones. One of my artist friends has two girls aged three and five, and she thinks the series is a great idea so she’s volunteered them.”

“And now you’ve got us, too,” Emily added with one final squeeze of Pamela’s cunny, before finally pulling up her girlfriend’s panties and jeans, leaving an almost disappointed look on Pam’s face.

“Us?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” she replied. “You can do me too, right? Wanna see mine?” she asked, grabbing her waistband and starting to lower it.

“No,” Marilyn giggled, stopping my daughter in midstream, so as to speak. “We can do all that later, honey. As long as your mom agrees,” she added, looking toward me. “I already know Karen won’t mind Pam modeling.”

Emily now looked at me with that pleading, irresistibly sweet face of hers, and I nodded my head, sighing. Running over to me, she hugged me tightly and reached up to pull me down for a kiss.

“Thank you, Mommy. I’ll be a great model, won’t I?”

“Yes, you will. Of course you will, baby,” I assured her.

“Becky, too?” Emily asked, turning back to Marilyn.

“If she wants to, hon,” the artist replied, smiling, turning toward the young teen, who shrugged as if to say why not, but whose dampening pussy told her she secretly loved the idea.

“Well, you’ve got your work cut out for you now, Mom,” Jacqueline said. “The pussy parade continues,” she giggled.

“Okay then, now that’s all decided, let’s go get pizza and then home,” I announced, as the plan seemed to be taking shape. “We can talk some more after we eat.”

“Yeah, in the hot tub,” screeched Emily.

“Oh my god,” Sharon exclaimed. “How’s everyone going to fit?”

“Very tightly,” Pam giggled, grabbing Emily’s hand and tugging her toward the front door.

“I’m afraid you will have to count me out, though,” Judy announced. “I hate to pass up what seems like a great party, but unfortunately I’ve made other plans.”

“Maybe next time,” Sharon consoled her as we all filed out of the door.

Looks like we are in for another interesting evening, I thought to myself, as the girls buckled themselves in and Maggie and her crew prepared to follow us in their car to the pizza place, and then to our cozy home.

Slipping the minivan into gear, I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. Sharon looked over at me, grinning. “Here we go again,” she mouthed over at me.

Here we go again indeed, I echoed to myself.

Continue on to Chapter 17

By Jeneee

“Put your seatbelt on, sweetie,” I reminded Pam, as I started the engine. “Have to keep you safe, you know,” I added with a smile. I watched as she twisted around and pulled on the belt, tightening it across her chest and slipping the buckle into the catch. In doing so the hem of her dress crept up higher on her slim thighs, almost reaching her hips, revealing the plump bulge of her pussy through her panties. I couldn’t avoid glancing at her slim legs as I buckled my own belt.

She noticed me looking and giggled. “I’m not trying to show off, Jen. It’s just that my dress is kinda short, especially when I sit down. At least I’m wearing panties today,” she added with a grin, spreading her thighs a little.

“You have such beautiful legs, Pam, it’s hard not to look.”

She looked over at me with my shorts tucked snugly between my thighs and remarked, “Your legs are beautiful too, Jen.”

I felt myself almost blushing as I backed the car out of the driveway. “Why thank you, sweetie. I work out a lot to try to stay in shape.”

After receiving directions from Pam as to the location of her aunt’s house, I started to pry a little more into her relationship with her sister. “Tell me a little more about Becky, Pam. How old was she when she started dancing at your parents’ club?”

“Just after she turned thirteen, about a year and a half ago.”

“Is that when you started sleeping there?” I asked.

“About then. It was really just after the club opened. I had just turned seven. I guess mom and dad wanted to make it a full time business and had to spend all their evenings there, but they didn’t want to leave us with a babysitter. It was fun at first, but we were always tired in the mornings when we had to go to school. Becky was so pretty and some of the people there asked my parents to let her dance a bit for fun. Mom didn’t want her to, but Daddy decided to let her if she wanted, and Becky thought it would be so cool. The first time she did it I was peeking through the curtains watching her. I couldn’t believe it when she started taking her clothes off as people started cheering her on. I knew the older dancers did that, but I didn’t expect her to. I stopped watching then, once she was naked. I didn’t know what to think.”

She paused, and I looked over at her wondering what to say next, or if I should continue.

After a few moments I asked, “So how did she start showing you all about sex, Pam?”

“One night when she had finished dancing, she came to bed and I woke up. She snuggled up to me and suddenly told me she was horny. Dancing that night had made her that way, she said. When I asked her what she meant, she just took my hand and rubbed it over her pussy. It was really wet and slippery and she told me that’s what happens when a girl gets horny. She told me to rub her there and moved my hand to show me how. Before long she was moaning like it hurt, so I stopped, but she said to keep going, that I was doing great. Then she came. That’s what she called it, anyway. And she hugged me and then kissed me on the lips. I guess I kinda felt proud that I’d made her feel good.”

“Yeah, I guess you did,” I smiled.

“After that she showed me lots of things over the next few weeks. Turns out that one of the other dancers was telling her all sorts of stuff about what girls can do to each other to make themselves feel good, and she just sort of practiced on me. I came to like it more and more, and looked forward to her finishing her dancing and coming to bed.

“But I still felt weird at school, felt I was different from the other girls in my class. And you’ve seen my pussy, right? It’s kinda, well, bigger than Emily’s, and other girls’ too, I guess, and whenever I wore shorts to school you could pretty well see the outline of my cunt. That’s what Becky called it, anyway. My clothes were always a little too small and tight for me, ‘cause Mom never bought me new ones until I really outgrew the old ones. So after being teased a lot I started wearing just dresses, like now.”

“Does your aunt know anything about you and your sister, sweetie?” I asked.

“No, but she knew Becky was dancing, ‘cause Mom told her. My aunt was really mad and blames my dad for everything. Said my mom is too weak to stand up for herself. I don’t know what to think any more, except that I really miss them, and Becky.” And then the waterworks started again.

“Awww, sweetie, I know you do,” I told her, feeling bad again for prying. I leaned over a bit and stroked her soft thigh, telling her not to worry and that we would help in any way we could.

She wiped her eyes and tried to smile.

“I know you will, Jen. Thanks. My aunt’s really not all that bad. I know she loves me in her own way, but I guess having me there interferes with her life and she gets bitchy about it. Oh, we’re nearly there, just around the corner. See that house with the white siding and green roof? That’s it. You can pull into the driveway if you like.”

I parked, and we walked up to the front door with me wondering what I was getting into. Pam walked in without knocking and yelled, “Auntie, I’m home. Where are you?”

“In the den. Come on down, dear,” came the reply.

Pam grabbed my hand and pulled me along the hallway and down a few steps into a spacious room lined with bright windows. Two easels stood side by side along one wall. Beside one of them, paint brush in hand, stood a tall, slim graceful-looking woman dressed in blue slacks and a grey smock. Her blonde hair was tied up in a bun, emphasizing the sharply defined features of her face. I was taken aback for a moment. She was quite beautiful.

“Auntie, this is Mrs. Samuel, Emily’s mom – the girl I told you about from my school. She drove me home.”

Pam’s aunt wiped her hands on a cloth and reached one out to take mine. “Great to meet you, Mrs. Samuel. I’m Maggie. And thanks for looking after Pam for me.”

“Nice to meet you too, Maggie, and you can call me Jen,” I smiled, still clasping her hand. “It was our pleasure. Pam is such a sweet girl and my daughter and she have become close friends in just one day. They get along so well together.”

Maggie finally dropped my hand and hugged Pam to her. “Yes, she is a good girl, and it’s a shame that things happened the way they did. I suppose she’s filled you in on the nasty details?”

“Well, she told us a little. I understand her parents have been arrested and you are looking after her until things get, well, straightened away. And also that her elder sister is missing.”

“Yes, that’s right. My sister’s lost her mind if you ask me, but they got what was coming to them. I don’t know when the trial will be, but I took temporary custody of Pam to save her from a foster home. As for Becky, she’s probably roaming the streets somewhere, poor child. She seems to think she can look after herself, according to what she told Pam, but I hope she stays out of trouble. I can’t believe her mom allowed her to strip for all those perverts at their club. Her dad’s an asshole, and I’m sure he’s molested her somewhere along the way. And Pam says Becky told her she was next. Don’t get me wrong, now. I’m no prude. But they went way beyond the limits if you ask me. Pam, you’d better go change into some clean clothes, hon. That dress has seen better days. Now run along.”

“Yes, auntie,” Pam replied. “I’ll be right back,” she added, looking at me with a smile.

“So, Maggie, Pam says you have a busy schedule with all your showings and teaching. She seems to feel she is in your way sometimes.” I got right to the point.

Maggie sighed. “Yes, I am really busy, and I’m just finishing up a couple of works for a big showing next week. And she’s right, I haven’t been able to pay much attention to her. I’m not used to having a young girl around, and my partner is annoyed enough that I don’t pay as much attention to her as she would like, either. If you can believe it, I think she is jealous of Pam. I suppose Pam told you I’m a lesbian?” she added, raising her eyes to me.

“Yes, she did,” I replied.

“Does that bother you, Jen?”

I smiled. “Not at all. I’m divorced and very bisexual, and have a girlfriend who pretty well lives with me now.” I walked over to look more closely at one of the paintings she was working on.

“Well, that’s a pleasant surprise, you being bi,” she remarked, moving a little closer. “You really are beautiful, you know,” she added, touching my arm. “You like the painting?”

“Yes, it’s so bright and colorful,” I replied, gazing into her eyes. “You are quite talented.”

“Thanks,” she laughed. “That’s what my girlfriend tells me, and she doesn’t mean just with my painting.”

My god, I thought to myself, is she flirting with me? I don’t need another complication in my life right now.

Luckily, at that moment Pam returned, dressed in loose white shorts and a blue tube top. “Have you asked my aunt about… you know?” Pam said tentatively.

Maggie turned to me, questioningly. “Asked me what?” she wanted to know.

“Well, we were wondering, since you are so busy for the next few days, what with your show and all that, whether you’d mind if Pam stayed with us to get her out of your hair.”

“Are you sure it would be no bother, Jen? I feel like it’s an imposition on our friendship.”

Wow, I thought to myself, now we have a friendship? We’ve only just met. I couldn’t help thinking that her girlfriend would have even more reason to be jealous if a friendship developed. I must have seemed hesitant because she asked again if I was sure Pam wouldn’t be in the way.

“It would be our pleasure, Maggie. Pam fits right in with us, and my daughter all but commanded me to bring her home when we left.” I could see Pam’s face starting to light up, as it was becoming apparent that her aunt was going to agree.

“Please, auntie,” she pleaded. “I won’t be any bother to them.” Maggie slowly nodded her okay. “Woo-hoo!” Pam screeched, “I’d better go pack some clothes. Be right back.” And she ran from the room.

Maggie walked over to me and hugged me. “Thanks,” she breathed into my ear. “I really appreciate it. And if there’s any way I can repay you, let me know.” And to my surprise she gave me a quick, soft kiss on my lips, pulled away a little, and ran her palms slowly down over the outside of my blouse, squeezing my breasts. “Know what I mean?” she added, winking. “Mmm, no bra, just the way I like them,” and she slipped a hand inside my shirt, caressing one of my hardening nipples.

I didn’t know what to do. I was so astounded at her forwardness. “What would your girlfriend think?” was all I could manage.

“She wouldn’t even have to know,” Maggie replied, sliding her other hand slowly over my belly down toward my pussy. “Mmm, I think someone is getting turned on,” she added, feeling the heat beneath her hand, squeezing my mound. And she was right. I could feel my pussy juicing in my panties from her touch as I moaned softly and closed my eyes. “I think I want to fuck you sometime, Jen,” she whispered into my ear. “You really make me hot.”

It was hard to resist her advances, but I finally managed to pull away, reminding her that Pam would be back any second. She reluctantly agreed, but not before grasping my hand and pressing it between her legs. “This is waiting for you, whenever you feel like playing,” she whispered slyly. I couldn’t resist squeezing her pussy and marveling at the prominence of her lips. Now I knew who Pam took after. Maggie pushed hard against me. “Remember, anytime,” she added just as Pam came charging back into the room, suitcase in hand.

“I’m ready, Jen. Let’s go. Bye, auntie.”

“Bye hon. Now you be good, okay?” And to me she added, “If she’s any trouble, bring her back home and I’ll deal with her.”

“Me? Trouble?” laughed Pam, “Never.”

“Well, you make sure.”

We walked to the door and Maggie gave Pam a quick kiss on the cheek, and squeezed my butt in the process.

When we arrived, I had wondered what I would be getting into. Now I knew. Backing out of the driveway, I realized that life sure can get complicated.

Continue on to Chapter 10

By Jeneee

I backed slowly out of the driveway and headed down the street to the main intersection that would take us back home. Pam’s family was certainly full of surprises, and I suspected there were more to come.

Hardly had that thought passed through my mind — Maggie’s coming on to me back there being front and center of my musings — when I was startled to hear, “Pam, it’s me,” coming from behind us from the back seat of the car.

I jumped, heart in my mouth. Pam let out a screech as she whipped her neck around, “Becky, Becky, where…?” and stopped in shock.

Looking in the rear view mirror, I saw a teenage girl slowly pull herself up from the floor behind us and climb onto one of the back seats, a smile forming on her pretty face. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you both, but I didn’t know what to do. I’ve been watching Aunt Maggie’s place off and on for a couple of days now hoping to see you, Pammy. No way was I going in to face her, and then when I saw you drive up this morning I was so happy. I snuck into the back of the car and lay on the floor, waiting to see what would happen. Then, when I heard you both come back, I knew it was my lucky day. Where are we going, anyway?”

By now I had recovered myself slightly, enough to say, “Well, I’m not sure if it’s your lucky day or not, but you can explain yourself to all of us when we get to my house. No sense in having you repeat yourself. I’m Jen, by the way.”

The look of delight on Pam’s face at seeing her sister melted my heart. I knew that, for her at least, things were brightening up considerably. “Don’t worry, Becky,” she assured her sister. “Jen is really nice, and so is Emily – that’s her daughter, we go to school together – and so is Sharon, that’s Jen’s girlfriend.” The words tumbled rapidly out of her mouth for the next few minutes as she tried to explain everything that had happened since she last saw her sister. “I missed you sooo much, Becky,” she finally added.

Becky leaned forward and slid her arms around Pam from the back seat, squeezing her as best she could. “And I missed you too, Pammy. I was worried about you, but I knew Aunt Maggie would take care of you, even if she didn’t like the idea. She thinks Mom and Dad are shitheads, and I think she’s glad they got arrested, but I’m sure she didn’t like the idea of looking after us. That’s why I took off to see if I could find a place for us to stay.”

Oh, the naiveté of a teenage girl, I thought to myself. Well, at least she’s got guts.

By then we had arrived home. It was time to see what Sharon and Emily had been up to in our absence, and to introduce an additional element to our weekend of surprises.

As Becky climbed out from the car, I got a better look at her. She was quite tall for her age, about five and a half feet, with long slim legs, and dressed in a red halter top and a short denim skirt, wearing white ankle socks and sneakers on her feet. Her blonde hair was parted in the middle and flowed down her shoulders to the middle of her back. Her top did nothing to hide the shape of her firm boobs, nipples prominently on display through the thin material.

She hauled a backpack from the back seat and slung it over her shoulder, grabbing Pam and hugging her tightly. Pam nestled her face into Becky’s chest, a huge smile on her face as she looked up at her elder sister. It was a touching reunion indeed, and brought a lump to my throat.

“Come on girls. Let’s go inside,” I said as I grabbed Becky’s backpack from her and led the way up to the front door. As we walked into the hallway I called out, “We’re home. Is everyone decent? We’ve got company.”

A screech came from the living room, followed by the pounding of little feet as Emily rounded the corner yelling, “Pam’s back, she’s back, Sharon!” and then “Who’s this?” as she ground to a halt, staring at Becky.

Pam grabbed Becky’s hand and pulled her toward Emily. “This is my sister Becky. She came back for me like she said she would. This is my new best friend Emily, sis. Isn’t she cute?” At that moment Sharon appeared with a big smile on her face, which quickly turned into a puzzled look as she, too, noticed Becky.

After a few minutes of introductions and explanations, Becky was welcomed warmly by Sharon and Emily and then turned to me to ask, “Jen, is it okay if I shower? I’m sorta grubby and I’d like to clean up before you guys start wriggling your noses at me.”

“Of course you can, Becky. How long’s it been, anyway?”

“Too long,” she giggled in reply, as Pam walked over and hugged her big sister.

“I don’t care if you do smell, Becky. I’m just so happy to see you. Can I take her upstairs and show her where everything is, Jen?” she asked.

“Of course you can, sweetie. Make yourself at home, Becky. Pam can show you where the bathroom is and get you some clean towels.”

Emily jumped to her feet to follow, but I told her to stay with us and let the two sisters get reacquainted with each other. “They probably have a few things to discuss in private,” I explained. “You’ll have lots of time this afternoon to party, sweetheart.” Reluctantly, she sat down again.

“So, what were you two up to while we were gone? Did you at least clean up a bit around here?” I teased.

“Well, a bit,” giggled Emily, “but Sharon was busy showing me what Pam did to her in the shower this morning, and then she licked my pussy so I’d know how great it could feel,” she
burst out all at once as Sharon turned a deep shade of red, looking like the cat caught with the canary.

“Oh she did, did she?” was all I could manage, staring in amazement at my girlfriend, then bursting into laughter at the guilty look on her face.

Emily stammered, “Oops, maybe I should keep my mouth shut. Was it supposed to be a secret, Sharon? Sorry.”

“So, Emily, was it as good as Sharon said it would be?” I prodded, with a slight smirk on my face.

Emily looked over at Sharon, who was still squirming uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of my reaction, wondering if she should tell me any more. Then my little girl came over to me and sat in my lap with both arms around my neck and whispered, “Mommy, it was so good. Sharon said I came.” And she kissed me on my lips. Then, “I wasn’t trying to steal your girlfriend, Mommy,” she tentatively whispered in my ear. “I just wanted to know how to make Pam feel good. I’m sorry if I hurt you.” And she kissed me again, not pulling away, and hugged me tightly.

Oh my. What was happening here? My mind was in a whirl. My sweet little girl was squirming on my lap, her lips glued to mine, arms around me like she was hanging on for dear life. And I couldn’t believe how my pussy was reacting. I could feel myself moistening as erotic sensations suddenly flooded my body. I couldn’t stop myself from reacting and found myself returning her kiss with such ardor that our tongues started twirling together. A soft moan began in my throat as my hands slid down and cupped her little bottom, feeling its soft plumpness through the thin material of her shorts. As I caressed her, she increased the intensity of her kisses and pushed herself even more tightly against me, adjusting herself so that her legs now wrapped themselves around my waist.

My eyes were closed as I reveled in the intensity of our embrace and I felt – rather than saw – Sharon move over to us, her familiar scent adding to the incredible sensations I was experiencing. She slid one of her hands between us and started to caress my breasts, first one, then the other, releasing them from my top and pinching my nipples between her thumb and forefinger, just the way that she knew would drive me crazy. Then I heard her whisper something into Emily’s ear that sounded very much like, “Show her, sweetheart.”

Without separating her lips from my mouth, I felt one of my little girl’s arms pull back from around my neck and slip down my body to nestle between my thighs as she pulled her own legs back a little to make room. My panties were soaked. I moaned even louder and thrust my hips against her probing fingers, which were trying to snake their way up inside one of the loose legs of my shorts. Her small hand and tiny wrist had no problem reaching my panties and I felt her pull them aside as she finally reached her target, her mother’s now so juicy pussy.

Then I heard Sharon again. “Here, let me help make this more comfortable,” and she pulled Emily back from me as I opened my eyes and with a glazed look, watched helplessly as she tugged me back into a prone position on the couch. “Now you can take them off,” she prompted Emily, who lost no time in undoing the button on the waist of my shorts and sliding them down. I automatically lifted my hips so that she could finish pulling them off of me, followed quickly by my panties.

“Now show her,” Sharon repeated, separating my thighs further to allow Emily to kneel between my legs on the couch.

I was unable to resist as two of my daughter’s fingers spread my labia, and two from her other hand slid inside my soaked vagina. As I squirmed my hips helplessly, I moaned once more when her fingers pressed upward against the sensitive area of my g-spot. “Now her clit,” Sharon instructed as she added her own fingers to the mix and softly pulled back my sheath. “See it? See it peeking out at you?”

“Mmmm,” Emily replied. “Oh wow.”

“You know what to do now,” my girlfriend prompted once more. And to my incredible delight, I felt my little girl lean down and slide her soft wet tongue over my now hardening clit, and then wrap her lips around it as her tongue swirled from side to side and her fingers pressed harder against me from the inside of my pussy. I was in heaven. I felt myself thrusting up against Emily’s mouth as my hips began a dance of their own.

Meanwhile, seeing that my daughter was working wonders on me, my girlfriend had stripped off her own shorts and panties and now lowered herself over my face, her back to me so that she could watch and encourage Emily. I threw myself into the pleasure of licking her delicious cunt as my hands spread her cheeks to allow me to bury my face between them.

The three of us were soon locked into a passionate embrace never before experienced by any of us. Our cries and squeals of delight filled the room and I knew I was going to cum with such intensity from my little girl’s so talented fingers and mouth, a talent she seemed to have been born with. And I did. Oh, how I did — my legs wrapped around her head tightly as I exploded, trapping her face against me, my mouth buried between my girlfriend’s legs, her tangy pussy juices filling my mouth as she too came at the same time.

As Sharon and I tried to regain our breath, Emily had pulled back and was looking at us both with a big smile on her sweet, wet face, licking her lips back and forth.

“Was that good, Mommy? Did I do it right?” she asked. “Mmmm, you sure taste good,” she continued, not waiting for an answer. And sliding her hand down the front of her shorts she added with a slight pout, “and my pussy is all wet now, too.”

Sharon and I looked at each other and giggled.

“Come here, you little devil,” I said to my daughter, and she quickly wormed herself over on top of me, spreading her legs on either side of my waist, one hand still inside her shorts. “And just what do you think you are doing in there, little girl?” I teased, watching her hand moving up and down.

“Rubbing my cunt,” she brazenly replied. “What did you think I was doing?” she smirked. And I shook my head in disbelief again at my outspoken daughter.

“Stand up,” Sharon commanded Emily, looking at me slyly as she lifted herself from my face and stood beside her. As my daughter obeyed, Sharon slid down Emily’s shorts and panties, revealing a slightly puffy and certainly very shiny pussy for me to stare up at. “Now sit,” Sharon continued as she pushed down gently on Emily’s shoulders and helped plant my little girl’s pouting lips over my face. “Now it’s your turn, sweetheart,” she whispered to my daughter, who couldn’t help squirming herself back and forth, encouraged by my now curious and probing tongue.

I couldn’t believe how sweet her little pussy tasted, and how prolifically her juices flowed. She sure takes after her mom, I thought to myself as I was periodically forced, not unpleasantly of course, to swallow her delicious fluids. She was riding my face fiercely and grasping my head for support, grinding her pussy against me like she was on fire, looking for release.

Peering up, I saw Sharon had positioned herself behind Emily and was tweaking her little nipples, pulling them out from her chest, arousing her even more. My sweet little daughter was a sex machine gone wild, in high gear, grunting, squealing, crying out in the delight of the sensations her young body was no doubt experiencing at such intensity for the first time.

And then she exploded, screaming, losing control, fluids pouring from her, pee squirting all over my face at the same time as she experienced what were obviously the most intense feelings she’d ever had in her young life. The combination of flavors from her now soggy pussy was unbelievably delicious and I gently spread her lips wider, opening her vagina so that my tongue could probe insatiably for more, more, and more. I knew then that our love had entered a new dimension from which there would be no return.

Slowly I pulled away from her, gazing in amazement at my sweet daughter’s very wet, red and swollen cunt – yes, it was a cunt to me now – an aroused, open love canal, inviting me to please it over and over again. And I knew I would be doing just that.

It took a while for Emily to recover, as Sharon and I looked at each other in amazement at what had just transpired before our eyes.

And then, suddenly, “Are we a family now?” my daughter asked breathlessly.

I pulled her down to me and gently kissed her lips, stroking her hair, feeling the heat of her sweet young body as I leaned back and looked up into her bright, shiny eyes.

“Yes sweetie, “I replied, lovingly. “We are a family.”

“Sharon too?” she queried, looking up at my girlfriend.

“Oh yes, baby,” Sharon smiled at her. “We are one big happy family.” And she too kissed Emily softly on her lips. “I love you both very much,” she added, as a big grin spread all over my
little girl’s shiny face.

“Mmmm,” Emily replied, and glanced over toward the stairs. “And do you think we are going to get to be an even bigger family?” she added, with a glint in her eye.

Sharon and I laughed.

“Well, I guess we’d better see what’s happening up there, hadn’t we?” I told them.

But I was sure I already knew.

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