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The Story of a Story

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 2:24 pm

By Naughty Mommy

In a recent comment on the last chapter I’ve posted of The Joy of Looking, someone said: “I wish this would get updated!”

In a similar comment a few weeks earlier, another person said: “This is a wonderful story but it has been a month since the the last part was posted. Has the story ended or will there be more parts?”

As I said in my reply to the comment just above, I do intend to write and post more, and in fact I have the completion of the JoL epic pretty well planned out. That will probably consist of two or three additional chapters, possibly more; I won’t know until I actually sit down and write it.

Currently I’m spending most of my author time working on Secrets, but that story’s getting close to a finish now too. I’m presently in the middle of composing Chapter 21, though I’ve only posted five chapters at this point. As you know, I prefer to work fairly far ahead when creating extended length stories. That way I can easily revise earlier sections as new developments take place later on in the plot. At any rate, after I wrap up Secrets, I’ll likely tackle the last few chapters of The Joy of Looking.

Something occurred to me recently as I was thinking about why I’ve been putting off bringing JoL to a close. Perhaps it’s because I’ve grown so fond of the characters that I just can’t bear to let them go. I don’t want to have to say goodbye. After all, Julie and her family have been a big part of my life for something like eight years now. I’ve invested countless hours thinking about them and reporting on all their adventures.

I can’t actually remember when I began writing that story. The original version, then titled “Underage Voyeurs,” is lost in the fog of time (and on outdated, discarded computers), but I think I started it back around 2008 or possibly even earlier. I wrote the first three or four chapters, then put it down for a few years, not picking it up again until after I’d published my first story online at Lesbian Lolita and received so many wonderful, supportive comments. I was excited then to write more — and once I got going on the continuation of JoL, it seemed to take on a life of its own. Julie and her mom and the rest of her family and their friends had so many things to tell me and show me that I couldn’t wait to keep writing the next chapter, and the next chapter, and so on.

Over about seven months, from November 2012 to May 2013, I wrote and published more than 80 chapters. It was a whirlwind of erotic creativity, incredibly thrilling but also exhausting. By the end, I was ready to let go. When I finally posted Chapter 84 at Leslita (on Mother’s Day, hee-hee), I thought that really would be The End.

Except it wasn’t.

When JetBoy and Cheryl and I began making plans for Juicy Secrets, I was convinced by them that I should write at least a few more chapters to extend my opus and bring it to a suitable finale. I agreed, of course, but once again the story just took off. Now it’s up to 133 chapters — more than 496,000 words, almost half a million! — and still it’s not complete. Getting pretty close, though.

I know there are some who say they want this story never to end. I understand and I sympathize. As I said, I truly will hate to say farewell to these beloved characters. They feel like family to me.

Nevertheless, it can’t go on forever. I’m afraid that if I just kept churning out chapters, I would end up repeating myself. It would get stale, and I don’t want that to happen. I love this story too much.

So, look for the last few chapters (and this time, I swear, it really will be only a few) at some point in the fairly near future — not right away, mind you, but probably by the end of 2016.

When it’s all finally over, I will grieve. It won’t be easy. Yet there will be something to celebrate as well: the joyous conclusion of what is for me a major artistic accomplishment. Compared to legitimate authors, it’s maybe not such a big deal, but I’m quite proud of myself for having achieved this.

And oh, by the way, I’ve also enjoyed a whole lot of delicious orgasms along the way. And isn’t that what it’s really all about?

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 13

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:40 am

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

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 14

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:40 am

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

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 15

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:39 am

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

More Than Just Friends, Chapter 16

  • Posted on August 27, 2016 at 9:38 am

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