Juicy Secrets Forbidden Tales of Lesbian Love

By Jeneee

As Sharon and I slid our bodies into the bubbling hot water after carefully placing the drinks we brought with us onto the deck beside the hot tub, my girlfriend let out a contented sigh of satisfaction. I settled myself down beside her and smiled across at our two sweet young companions asking, “So girls, does it get any better than this?”

Pam giggled and replied that it felt even better than before, now that we were all there together…

“…naked,” Emily finished for her, laughing. She flung her arm around Pam’s shoulder and pulled her closer, whispering something in her ear at which Pam giggled again.

“Hey, no secrets, no fair,” Sharon laughed.

“I was just asking her if she wanted to try jetting again. It’s even better without panties on,” Emily told her, as she started to squirm around a bit. And how would she know that? I wondered. “There, found one,” she announced with glee. “Woo-hoo, it feels sooo… mmmm!”

She giggled at Pam and whispered in her ear again. We watched as her new friend moved slightly to her left, giving a little jerk as contact was obviously made.

“See? Told you, didn’t I,” Emily said, watching Pam closely. “Makes my cunny tingle,” she added with a saucy grin on her face.

“Emily!” I scolded.

“Well, you do it, Mommy. I’ve seen you, and so does Sharon, so why can’t we?” There was no argument from us there as Sharon looked at me and smirked. Pam had elbowed Emily again, but only halfheartedly this time, as she was starting to get used to her new friend’s boldness.

“Are you sure you still want to be Emily’s friend, Pam?” I asked her laughing, knowing that there was no way my daughter was going to restrain her outspoken, precocious self, at least while in our company.

Pam smiled across at me and nodded her head, then quickly squirmed herself around to move beside me saying, “Yes, I’m sure, and I want to be your friend too, Jen, and Sharon’s,” she added. And she kissed my cheek. The touch of her soft body, along with Sharon’s on the other side of me, aroused a feeling quite similar to that which I had experienced in the shower earlier in the afternoon. In other words, my pussy was on fire again.

“Hey, what about me?” Emily pouted. “I feel lonely over here all by myself.”

“Aww, you poor little girl,” Sharon teased, and she slid over to hug her as Emily stuck out her tongue at us.

“Hey, Mommy,” Emily announced with glee. “We’ve traded girlfriends!” And she gave Sharon a big kiss on her lips as if to emphasize the point.

“Wow, hot stuff, Sharon,” she giggled. “I want some more of that.”

What a little hussy my little girl was turning out to be. And there’s that bonding again, I thought to myself, watching my cute daughter snuggle alongside my beautiful girlfriend. And I realized once more just how really beautiful Sharon was. Her long dark hair and big brown eyes set wide apart on her heart-shaped face gave her a completely exotic look. And her body was gorgeous too. She was taller than me, with long, slim legs, shapely hips and a firm, tight butt. Her boobs were as small as mine, but firm, with large dark brown nipples proudly crowning each mound.

And she’s all mine, I thought contentedly — well, until now at least, I added, giggling to myself as I watched her with an arm around my sweet little girl.

Sharon noticed me watching them and looked across at me and Pam, winking. “Well you two sure make a cute couple,” she laughed, glancing from me to Pam. I looked down to see Pam smiling back at Sharon and hugged her to me again. She was such an adorable little girl.

“I am so glad Emily met you today, sweetie,” I told her. I think you two are going to be really good for each other.”

“I think you are all good for me,” she whispered. “You make me feel like I belong to someone again. I miss my parents and my sister, and I don’t think what they did was wrong, but…” and she stopped suddenly, biting her lip.

“What, hon?” I asked, but quickly added, not wanting another tearful scene, “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it, really. I didn’t realize you had a sister, though. How old is she and who is looking after her?”

“She ran away from home after, you know, after everything happened. She’s only fourteen, but she said that there was no way they were going to ever put her into a foster home. She promised to come back for me as soon as she could. But I don’t know where she went and neither does my aunt.” She hesitated again. “Is it okay if we talk about it later, Jen? I don’t want to spoil the mood now,” she added, and reached up to kiss me like Emily had done to Pam, on my lips. My poor heart fluttered at the gentleness of her touch.

“It’s okay sweetie, I understand,” I managed, stroking her hair. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it now.” And I promptly returned her little kiss after which she smiled, and then gave a big sigh.

“What, hon?” I prompted.

“You make me so happy, Jen. I wish I could stay here with you all.” She paused a moment before saying, “Can I ask you something, like, kinda personal?”

I nodded.

“How long have you known you were a lesbian?”

“Well, I’m not sure I am altogether, sweetie. I was married, you know. I’m probably what you would call bi. I like both sexes, but I must admit that right now I prefer women, and you are convincing me of that even more,” I laughed, tweaking her chin. She smiled, as if to say she was so happy to hear that.

“I just wondered, ‘cause I think I am one — a lesbian — just like my aunt. Well, not like my aunt really, ‘cause she’s a bitch most of the time. Oops, sorry. Didn’t mean to swear,” she added, quickly.

I laughed, hugging her tightly once more. “I think you are too young to know what you are right now, sweetie,” I explained, “but there’s nothing wrong with feeling that way, if that’s the way it turns out for you.”

She squeezed against me again. I was unconsciously stroking the soft, smooth skin of her inner thigh as I tried to think of what else to tell her when she looked up at me and half whispered, “That feels so good, Jen.”

“What’s that, sweetheart?”

“What you’re doing, like, you know, to my leg. It makes me feel all tingly inside.” I felt her open her thighs a little wider to encourage me to continue. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded softly, as I momentarily paused, realizing what was happening here. Glancing over at Sharon, I was even more surprised to see her kissing Emily again, this time seemingly in earnest.

Wow, this is getting interesting, I thought. Moments ago they had been giggling away over there at some kind of joke or other, but that had quickly changed. I was even more astounded when I noticed Emily’s hand cupping one of Sharon’s breasts as they kissed.

Adding to my arousal, I suddenly I felt Pam gently stroking my thigh, and then I knew there was no stopping what was inevitably developing here. Throwing caution to the wind, I slid my hand further up along her thigh until it eventually reached that glorious juncture I had stared at hours before — her soft puffy mound, and she hissed fiercely into my shoulder “Yessss, oh yesssss,” and hunched her pussy against me as hard as she could.

I slowly stroked her soft lips, feeling the slippery moisture of her arousal increase as I parted them gently. Her head was now buried into my shoulder and little whimpers escaped her lips as she squirmed against me when I rubbed my fingertips softly over her hard little button.

“Oooh, it’s been sooo long,” I heard her moan, “…so long,” and I knew immediately that she was experienced. Visions of Pam and her sister together filled my mind, but I would learn more about that later. Right now all I wanted to do was to caress this little girl until she reached whatever pinnacle an eight-year-old is capable of feeling. At the same time my own pussy was hungry for attention, and the fingers of my other hand quickly slid down between my thighs to help satisfy my own urgings.

We became oblivious to everything else around us as we blended our ecstasy together. I was twenty years older than Pam but at that moment we were the same, lovers experiencing the ultimate joy as one. All of a sudden her hand clenched tightly on my thigh, and I knew my little adorable sweetheart had climaxed as a squeal escaped her lips and she appeared to stop breathing momentarily. This spurred me immediately on to mine, and we were soon clinging together, trying to catch our breath, smiles pasted on our faces, suddenly aware of being watched from the other side of the hot tub.

“Mommy? Are you okay?” Emily asked cautiously.

“Mommy’s fine,” I replied. “More than fine.” I smiled, almost adding that I was just testing out her new girlfriend for her, but buttoning my lip in time, realizing that it would sound a bit crass, and besides, it wasn’t really the truth. What had happened, happened. And it was a delightful, sensual and beautiful experience, one I would not be ashamed to repeat.

“You two were kind of, well, going at it hot and heavy over there,” chimed in Sharon.

“Well, you can talk,” I laughed. “Last thing I saw was you and Emily necking away with her hand squeezing your boob. Then I kinda lost track.”

“Well, we couldn’t help stopping to watch you two when we came up for air and realized what you were up to,” Sharon added. “I should be sooo jealous, but I’m not. Instead, I’m feeling quite aroused,” she confessed.

Emily giggled and asked her, “Really? Then maybe we should continue where we left off,” and grabbed for her boob again. Sharon seemed like she wasn’t about to argue the point.

“Hey, that’s mine,” I laughed, standing up in the hot tub and moving over to Sharon and Emily, giving them both a big hug.

Pam followed me and squeezed in with us, kissing Emily on her lips. “Hope you’re not mad at me,” she teased, “but your mom was so hard to resist once she got started.”

“So we noticed,” Emily giggled, slyly sliding her hand down between Pam’s thighs to her pussy. “Now, am I going to be hard to resist too?” she wanted to know.

“Mmmm, not if you keep that up,” Pam sighed, closing her eyes as she rested her head on Emily’s shoulder.

Sharon and I watched as our two young lovers suddenly forgot about us, lost in their own version of paradise. Our hot tub had now had a second christening of the type we could never have imagined the first time Sharon and I made love amid its bubbling warmth.

And now this evening was the beginning of a whole new kind of relationship for my little girl. She would learn quickly, I now knew, about the delights awaiting her with another member of her own sex, one who’d had experiences she was only too willing to share with her new girlfriend.

I found myself hoping her aunt would let her stay the night.

Continue on to Chapter 6

By Jeneee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She looked down at the floor, hesitantly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

I waited, not pushing her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 7

By Jeneee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue on to Chapter 8

By Jeneee

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, sweetheart, it feels great.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that what Pam was doing to you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And Pam’s too, I hope,” added Emily.

“And Pam’s too,” echoed Sharon.

Continue on to Chapter 9