More Than Just Friends, Chapter 23

by Jeneee

(As usual, please make sure you have read the other 22 chapters so you understand what's going on. This chapter contains some material which may be disturbing for some readers, but is necessary for the sake of the story, so please proceed with caution.)

"What happened to your daddy, Elizabeth," Emily suddenly asked, out of the blue.

They had all made their way slowly down the Early Development wall where Amanda had proudly pointed out Susie's little 'kitty' as she called it, which hung among a series of half a dozen or so other cute little baby to toddler sized pussies, all displaying the beautiful, seemingly oversized – in relation to the rest of the body, that is – pouting and puffy pudenda typical of that age group.

As an aside at this time, if I may, I'd like to comment here on the word 'pudendum,' and its plural, 'pudenda.' It's so typically representative of the attitudes over the centuries toward anything sexual pertaining to the human body. The word had its origin in the 17th century and was derived from another noun 'pudeur' which meant 'a sense of shame or embarrassment, especially with regard to matters of a sexual or personal nature.' So 'pudenda' really meant 'parts to be ashamed of' at that time. Its original meaning has long since been lost but nevertheless I'm voting that it now should mean 'parts to be proud of and to enjoy.' Makes more sense, don't you think? So there you go – Jen's lesson for the day – giggle.

After leaving the Early Development display the little group then moved on to what Maggie had appropriately termed The Childhood Cunnies, where Amanda had proudly pointed out her own painting with one hand while subconsciously cupping herself between her cute, colt- like legs with the other – something that Emily and Pam immediately noticed with a grin, jabbing each other in the ribs as they watched the little seven year old slip her hand underneath the hem of her short yellow dress to touch herself and then quickly remove it, realizing what she had done. The mere act of showing herself off, even if it was just with a picture, had caused that familiar tingle in her young pussy which was always a signal for it to be stroked. "I think we need to give her a little help sometime, don't you?" Emily had whispered into Pam's ear when she saw what the little girl had done. "I think she's getting horny," she added with a giggle. Pam smiled and quickly nodded in agreement.

Following The Childhood Cunnies came what Maggie had humorously entitled The Tweenie Twats. This was where Emily's and Pam's paintings were found in all there delicious glory. As they all looked at their pussy portraits, both Emily and Pam simultaneously mimicked Amanda by briefly slipping their hands under their own dresses to slide their fingers quickly over their moistening naked cunts, bursting out in laughter as Becky and Elizabeth turned around to look at them, wondering what the joke was. Both teens shook their heads when they noticed what the girls were up to and, without saying anything, led the group on to the next section where their own portraits hung.

Simply called The Teens, this set featured a collection showing a variety of teenaged pussies in what appeared to be various stages of arousal, expertly captured by the skill of the artist. Many featured wispy pubic hairs while some, like Becky's and Elizabeth's, were completely shaved. Almost all had that delicate dew of arousal plainly visible on their labia, while a couple, Becky's included, showed an enlarged clit protruding from its sheath accompanied by, in Becky's case at least, an obvious drop of white, creamy girl cum resting sensuously between her slightly open inner labia. Elizabeth, who was present at Becky's sitting, had obviously played a significant role in preparing her girlfriend for her mother to paint. After the work was completed it is a safe bet that the fun continued.

Emily's question had caught Elizabeth by surprise. "What did you say?" she asked.

"What happened to your daddy?" Emily repeated. "I know you told us he kind of got your mommy started doing sexy pictures of you that day he sat you on his lap and spread your legs, showing off your panties and daring your mom to paint you like that. But you and your mommy seem never to have talked about him since then and we've never met him and he doesn't seem to be living with you anymore, like my daddy isn't either with us," she finished, all in one breath.

Elizabeth looked back at Emily, as if thinking, then over at Becky, then back to Emily.

Becky slipped her arm around Elizabeth's waist. "It's not really the time, Emily, it's really kinda private and..."

"No, Becky, it's okay. I was expecting to be asked sometime and I'm a bit surprised it's taken you so long, Emily, knowing you and your curiosity," she replied, smiling slightly. "But it's a long story and I don't want to go into it here, in public. Becky knows some of it, but even she doesn't know the whole story," she added, turning to look at her girlfriend who murmured something about not wanting to pry too deeply.

Looking around at the ever increasing crowd in the gallery Elizabeth suggested they all move into the back classroom where it was more private. She was resolved to explain everything to her friends, even if it was still a bit upsetting, but now was as good a time as ever.

Because the gallery was quite crowded the group was able to slip into the back room unnoticed by everyone. There were several chairs along one wall but Elizabeth grabbed a couple of floor rugs, blankets and cushions used by the models during class and spread them up against another wall so that everyone could settle down more comfortably. Shoes were removed and legs tucked up in relaxing positions, while Amanda, who was starting to get sleepy, cuddled on Emily's lap and rested her head against her shoulder with a contented sigh, as Pammy snuggled up beside them. Once everyone had settled, they all looked at Elizabeth in expectation. They were not to be disappointed.

"This will probably be a bit awkward for me at times, and I may need to pause," she began, "but please let me tell you what happened as best as I can before you ask any questions. Okay?"

Everyone nodded. Even Emily's face took on a serious look as she slowly stroked Amanda's hair as the little girl started to fall asleep, cuddling warmly against her in her lap. Emily's dress, short as it was, had crept up higher on her thighs by now and she was sure her pussy could be seen if anyone was looking. So what, she thought to herself, smiling slightly. They've all seen it before anyway.

Elizabeth gave a little cough, and began. "First of all, I'm not sure my mom would agree to me telling you everything but I feel I have to get it off my chest anyway, so it's my responsibility and I'll take whatever shit she decides to throw at me. I think she suspects I've already told Becky a few things but she hasn't said anything. You all met my aunt and uncle tonight and they know everything anyway, but please don't say anything to anybody about what I'm about to tell you. Okay?" Everyone nodded once more.

"Well, here goes. As you know, I was quite young when I sat on my daddy's lap that day it all started and I was so proud when mommy painted that picture for him and then hung it on the wall in their bedroom. After that she continued to use me as a model and I just loved the attention, and loved watching my father's face whenever he came home to see another painting my mom had done of me. Pretty soon my panties came off and the pictures she did, some drawn and some painted, were all mostly nudes in various positions and poses and it just seemed normal to me to see myself depicted in that way. In fact, I got used to running around the house naked all the time and kept having to be reminded not to answer the door that way or to stand in front of a window. And we had a big picture window in our living room so mom eventually got to where she'd keep the blinds closed most days when I was home from school.

"Things went on that way for a couple of years and now that I look back on it I can see my poses became more and more sensual and erotic. When I was around eight years old mom had me doing things like kneeling on my hands and knees with my butt sticking up in the air, my pussy and asshole on full display, usually with me looking back with a cheeky smile on my face. Eventually they progressed to me spreading open my pussy, or putting a finger over my clit, sticking out my tongue. It was all such fun for me and I got to love touching myself like that, and I could see my father enjoyed seeing them, too.

"One day, just before my ninth birthday – it was a Saturday and mom had a class to teach so she had left me home with my father – he told me he was having a friend of his come and visit for the afternoon and that I should stay in my bedroom for a while. They were going to watch some ballgame on television so I started playing in my room with some of my dolls and things. About an hour after the guy arrived I had to go pee and when I'd finished I peeked downstairs to see where they were, because I wanted to go get a drink from the kitchen. I didn't hear anything at first, not even the ballgame – I guess they'd muted the sound – so I crept downstairs and saw them on the couch together. I couldn't understand what they were doing at the time, but I saw my dad had a whole pile of my mom's paintings of me on the coffee table and the guy was holding one of them in his hand as my dad was doing something that seemed so weird to me at that age.

"The guy's shorts were down past his knees and what I soon learned was his cock was in my dad's hand and he was rubbing it up and down. I heard my dad say 'isn't she a sexy little slut' – I distinctly remember his words, but they didn't mean anything to me at the time, of course – and then the guy groaned and all this white stuff shot out of him all over the place and drooled down his cock. I was frozen on the spot and couldn't move as I watched my father lean down and lick it off. Then I just turned around and crept back upstairs, not bothering with getting a drink."

By this time, Emily and Pammy were both spellbound from hearing Elizabeth's story. Emily was dying to interrupt, but remembered they were not supposed to say anything until she had finished. Emily also realized that hearing Elizabeth's description of what she saw was beginning to create that all too familiar feeling in her pussy and she knew she was starting to get very wet. She squirmed a little, trying not to disturb Amanda, and realized she was subconsciously gently caressing the little girl as she slept, her hand having slipped beneath the yellow dress to stroke her warm, soft butt through her panties. Amanda shifted slightly, making a little moaning sound in her sleep as Emily's hand was now able to reach between her cheeks to the surface of the puffy treasure of her warm little cunny, which she now slowly and almost absentmindedly proceeded to caress as Elizabeth continued her story.

"The next day was Sunday," Elizabeth continued, "and daddy went out golfing with his friends. At least, that's what he told us. My mother, being the perceptive person that she is, knew something was bothering me and she finally pried the whole story out of me. Her reaction was one of anger at first – I'd never seen her that angry before – then she started to cry and that's when I hugged her realizing my father must have done something really bad. Then I heard her say, almost to herself, that well at least it isn't another woman, and then she hugged me really tightly so I could hardly breathe. She eventually stopped crying and looked at me with teary eyes. I remember telling her I loved her 'cause I instinctively knew she needed to hear it – call it little girl intuition, I guess - and she leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips. I threw my arms around her neck and kissed her back. I remember it was a long kiss that slowly became more intense and she shifted me in her lap so that I was straddling her. Remember, I was naked as usual.

"Pretty soon I felt her hands caressing my little butt and I kind of rose slightly in her lap so she could reach better, 'cause I remember how good it felt. She began kissing me even harder and her tongue forced my lips apart and slipped into my mouth. This felt even more wonderful to me, especially now that her fingers had spread my butt cheeks and were now tickling my pussy from behind. I had never felt so good in my life before. My pussy tingled. I could feel it getting wet. The strange feelings in my body seemed to spread and my tummy felt so incredible. I wasn't sure what was happening.

"Suddenly she stopped kissing my mouth and raised me up higher, sliding her tongue over my chest and my little nipples, which I could feel were then hardening into tiny points. She continued to slowly work her way down over my tummy, licking my belly button and finally reaching my pussy. When the tip of her tongue touched what I now know was my clit I was in heaven, delirious with the new and uncontrollable feelings that were spreading throughout my body. I couldn't understand it. I remember feeling like I was going to explode, or that I was going to pee real hard. My mind was trying to come to grips with what was going on, but it couldn't. I finally gave up, feeling ripple after ripple surge through my body as I crushed my pussy hard against my mother's mouth and just let everything happen.

"It was the most wonderful moment in my life up to that point and when I thought back on it as I grew older I realized that my mom must have been as horny as I was, yet resisted pursuing her own satisfaction. I'm sure it was her way of showing me how much she loved me in view of what must have been her feeling of being betrayed by my dad. We still had our love. Later, after things had cooled down a little she explained that sometimes mommies and their daughters can show their love for each other in the way that we had just done, and that sometimes mommies can also have other girlfriends to share their feelings with.

"That's when I told her that maybe that's what daddy had been doing with his friend then, and I remember how shocked she appeared when I said that. She hugged me again with tears in her eyes, telling me how smart her little girl was to say that. Later, when my father came home, she didn't say anything to him about what I'd seen, at least, not with me around anyway. But after I'd gone to bed they had it out.

"Their relationship continued, somewhat strained for another two years but things seemed to be kind of normal once again. My mother had accepted that her husband was bi-sexual and as long as it didn't affect our family life to any great extent she was willing to put up with it. After all, she'd also discovered in the process that she was bi, and mom and I continued to have an ongoing mother/daughter sexual relationship, unknown to my dad, of course - at least, so we thought. I continued posing for her in more sexier ways, often teasing her and leading up to some really intense lovemaking sessions. I learned a lot about pleasing another woman.

"But, and this is where it get's difficult," she paused a little as she tried to get a grip on herself, "things soon changed. I'm going to go through this quickly. I just want to finish the story, okay? It turned out that my dad's boyfriend also had a younger friend who was only thirteen years old. They had been playing around together for almost a year before he told the kid about his relationship with my father. This boy had thought all along that he himself was gay but confessed to my dad's boyfriend that he wasn't sure and wanted to find out for once and for all. So they plotted to bring him over to our house one day when my mother was again out at an art session. My dad again told me we were having company and the three of them showed up. The kid was introduced to me – I was dressed this time – and then they showed him some of my pictures.

"Well, I was eleven at the time, same age as you and Pam, Emily," she said, looking at Emily and noticing how cozy she was with Amanda at the same time. A little smile touched her lips, but didn't last for long. "The kid got horny and my dad and his boyfriend pulled down his pants and once again I had a first-hand look at a hard cock. It was literally throbbing and sticking straight up in front of me. He raped me. They raped me. They held me, while he stripped off all my clothes and my dad and his friend held me open for him. I was screaming." And here, tears started streaming down her face. Becky quickly grabbed her but Elizabeth pushed her away.

"No, I gotta finish," she sobbed. "My daddy, who I'd loved so much, held me tightly down by my shoulders as this prick fucked me and fucked me hard. As this was happening he told me he knew me and my mom were having a sexual relationship and that it was about time I learned about making it with a boy. I was only eleven, only eleven, for god's sake. Thank heaven I passed out."

She paused once again, trying to calm herself. This time she didn't push Becky away when she hugged her tightly. Emily and Pam were now also quietly crying, holding each other as they both felt the pain that Elizabeth must have endured.

"So, now you know what happened to my daddy, Emily. They left me unconscious on the floor while he packed up his belongings and left the house, permanently this time. My mom came home and found me lying there, trying to regain my senses as I sobbed in her arms telling her what had happened. I was torn apart inside, had to go to the hospital. It was reported and eventually they found the three of them and arrested them. They all went to jail, of course, and I don't even know if they are out yet and I don't give a fucking shit. We moved far away, changed our names and started a new life together. It took a few years for me to heal emotionally but I recovered pretty quickly physically at least. I've dealt with it and put it out of my mind. My mom will never talk about it and I'm sure she just wants to remember the good side of my father to avoid the hurt the other side must have caused her. And I don't hate all men. My uncle is okay. My aunt has him under his thumb, anyway, as you might have noticed," she giggled, wiping away the remnants of her tears.

She looked at Becky and smiled at her girlfriend. "Becky's told me a lot about her dad and what happened to her, and almost to you, Pammy. I'm so glad we all met 'cause I know we can all be good friends..."

"... and lovers," finished Emily with a teary smile. Amanda now stirred in her arms and opened her eyes with a yawn. Emily hugged her. "Wake up sleepyhead. It's almost time to go home to bed," she laughed, as she gently tickled the little girl in the ribs."

The four of them put on their shoes and stood up, and Emily lifted Amanda up and placed her in her cousin's arms. "Here's a little present for you, Elizabeth," she smiled. "She's so adorable, and I know we can be good friends."

"...and lovers, too, Elizabeth quoted. "I noticed what you two were up to. Well, what you were up to anyway. It's kinda sweet, don't you think?" Elizabeth smiled, turning to Becky.

Becky nodded and leaned over to kiss her girlfriend on the lips. "Very sweet, indeed," she laughed as the five of them turned to go back into the gallery to partake in the refreshments which were now being served.