More Than Just Friends, Chapter 19

by Jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the other 18 chapters so you understand what's going on.)

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 up-coming 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, too, 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 I 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 having rapidly 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. "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?" I wanted to know.

"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 screeched out loud 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 cum 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 bi-sexual 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 then 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 then 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. I again 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 cum 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 cum. 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.