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