Pam and Lisa, Part 4

by Honey West

Keri stood there while a new dance track blared loudly from the CD. She went over, angrily slapped the stereo off and turned to glare at us through the new silence. Lisa and I were still a little stunned that we were caught. I realized my hand was still on her nipple and jerked it out of her top.

Keri narrowed her eyes at me. “You were spying on us.” She looked at Lisa, “And you knew it all along!” We two were speechless. We were all speechless for a moment. Then her chin scrunched up and she muttered “This isn’t how it was supposed to be” as she stormed past us and ran up the stairs.

Lisa looked at me with panicked eyes. “Ohmigod.” she put her hand over her mouth, ”We’re in trouble!” she cried, “I messed up and you’ll get hurt!” Ssh, I said, giving her hair a stroke, do me a favor and make me a cup of tea. This made her pause; did I not understand the situation? Yes, now please make the tea. The cinnamon flavor that we like.

As she did so, nervously rattling utensils, I sat there calmly. I found it strange that I was only mildly concerned about the turn of events. Keri had found me pretty much molesting a nine-year-old girl on the couch. Her friend. The friend she was getting intimate with as they danced. I, however, was calm and, for a change, Lisa was the one upset. I couldn’t explain why, but I think it was something that I felt or read from Keri, maybe.

Lisa brought the shaking tea cup to me and asked if Keri had come down. No, I said, delicious tea, dear. I guess I lost a friend now, she frowned. Go upstairs and make sure she is alright. I said, Ask her if she wants me to drive her home. Lisa hesitated and halfway up the steps I told her, “Lisa, if she asks about us, answer all her questions.”

As I finished my cup, Lisa came back down. “She wants to see you upstairs”

“Did you tell her about us?”

“Yes. Some.”

“And what did she say?”

“She wants to see you upstairs.” Lisa repeated. Poor child. I could see in her eyes that she truly concerned for me. To her I was the one in danger. I gave her a kiss and I think my demeanor gave her confidence. I entered Lisa’s bedroom and sat at her homework desk. Keri was sitting on the bed with her hands on her lap. She was dressed in her jeans and her overnight bag was sitting next to her. Her hurt eyes fixed on me. There was silence for a moment. Since I didn’t elect to speak, she finally started.

“You were watching us.”

I know, I said calmly, It was wrong and I apologize.

“She set me up. She knew you were spying.”

“And if I know Lisa she’s already asked your forgiveness here. You know she’s sincere about it. It wasn’t meant to be mean-spirited. We both found you very attractive.”

Keri’s eyes faltered at this. I wasn’t behaving the way she’d expected.

“I could tell my parents what you were doing to her.” she threatened.

“I could tell them what you and Lisa were doing to each other.” I countered.

“No!” she let down her guard, “Don’t tell them. My mom… she’s not…”

“Understanding?”

“Warm. She’s not…warm. Lisa’s mom is warm. You…smile at me when I come over. Lisa smiles ALL the time. It’s because she has her mom and you. You’re warm. My mom, she’s not…”

“Warm.”

“Understanding.”

With this the girl began to explain things that were bottled inside her. Perhaps a professional child psychologist would have been the preferred venue for her to unload, but she was here unloading now and I had her trust and concern. I assumed she had started masturbating at an earlier age. Last year, while cleaning Keri’s room, her mother found pictures the youngster had downloaded off the family computer. There were pictures of nude women, women caressing and women making love. Her mom went ballistic, called it perverted, preached hellfire and damnation, pretty much made her feel that there was something very wrong with herself. Keri cried and promised she would change and gave every impression that she had. She remembered to talk about boys on the phone when her mom was nearby and put up the proper teen idol posters in her room. But in truth nothing had changed. Not her feelings or desires. Still she wanted to be ‘normal’ and made the effort. And yet she had a crush on cute Lisa the minute they met. And Lisa made her feel that anyway she felt was all right. It pained me to think of this young child being so lovely and yet so insecure about herself. I assured her she was fine. Someday, maybe, she might like boys. Maybe not. Either way it was important to be able to love and be happy.

“Lisa loves you” I said, “Watch”. And I quickly pulled the door open and Lisa, who had been listening with her ear to the door, fell forward. “Spying again,” Keri noted, but with humor in her voice. I assured her that whatever the imp did was because she cared. The kids looked into each others eyes and Keri smiled forgiveness. They held hands and I felt a bit teary. Well, Dr. Pam’s job was done, I thought. After assuring that all secrets would be kept, I announced that the sleep-over would continue. I’ll be downstairs watching Letterman. No pillow fights and no slasher movies. With this I gave Lisa a soft but solid kiss (I did this for Keri’s benefit) and Keri actually moved her face forward so I gave her a light but tantalizing buss.

So then I was on the sofa channel surfing. Janice had called again and was relieved to find me there. I assured her that the girls were bouncing around the house like two sisters and staying out of trouble. My mind wasn’t on the shows. I had titillating thoughts of two little girls in a bedroom whispering naughty thoughts; exposing their bare pussies to each other for the first time; pushing their soft blemish-free bodies together… My cunt had restarted the fires below and I slid my hand under the band of my panties, still damp from earlier excitement and swirled my fingers into my wet crevasse. I imagined the two kids dancing slow in front of me, Lisa pulling the pajama bottoms down, exposing her full round cheeks, letting the elastic of the pants bunch right under her globes and sliding her fingers down the middle… Oh yeah, I came, Arching my back off the couch, pressing my hand in and holding in my scream so the girls wouldn’t hear it upstairs. It’s amazing how trying to suppress your cries when you cum only intensifies it. As I lay there licking my fingers I heard the girls gingerly bounding down the stairs. Just getting some cookies, Lisa called out as I heard the kettle being put on. I guess they haven’t worked up to it yet, I thought. I fluffed my skirt down and my pussy fragrance drifted around me. I found it enticing. I was happy to hear the kettle whistle for the hot cocoa. Once they went back upstairs I knew I had some more diddling to do.

“Ahem”. I looked up to see the girls standing side by side. Both were in pajamas, the half-shirts gone, they were wearing pullover tops. Keri was holding a tray with 3 hot cocoa mugs and a stack of cookies, Lisa held out a small bundle of clothes. I had before me Anna Clumsky and Nicole Kidman in miniature form and it looked like a dream. Their beautiful little faces were beaming. “What’s this?” I ask.

“You’ve been invited to a sleep-over” Lisa announced, “here’s your pajamas. Well, one of Mom’s pajamas. She wouldn’t mind.” I held them in my hands. They were silky.

I looked at Lisa. Her wide sparkling eyes urged ‘yes’.

I looked at Keri. “Are you sure?” I asked, warning her what this meant. “Oh, yah,” she breathed. I suddenly became aware of my breasts looming before me. Either it was because I was in front of two flat chests or it was that four eyes were becoming fixed on mine. The room began to get warm and when I accepted, Keri gave a little hop that spilt some cocoa. Wow, Scenario 3.

Let’s see now: I had made the rounds of the house, everything was locked up tight and the lights were all out. I had kissed Bob goodnight over the phone and changed into my PJ’s. The girls were in Janice’s room (Lisa’s bed was way too small for three). And I was in Happy Horny Heaven.

When I entered the room I received wolf-whistles from the girls, who were sitting on the large bed. Though Janice and I are about the same height, she definitely had a smaller bust-line and my tits were straining at the buttons of her pajamas. I double-checked the curtains, turned the overhead light off (too harsh) and left the three reading lamps on.

I also said a silent thanks to the Gods of Serendipity.

“A-HEM!”, Lisa said impatiently. To their amusement, I walked slowly around the bed, eyeing them like prey. They were giddy with excitement like knowing they would get to open their Christmas presents any time now. I sensed that their fascination with me as an adult was the same as my fascination for them as children. The sinfulness was enticing. I had decided before I came up that Keri’s first taste should be with one her own age and that Lisa was overdue the same joy. I wasn’t being too noble; the thought of watching them together was making my cunt boil.

We each ate a cookie and drank some cocoa, making the sleep-over official. The girls sat on their knees facing me and I leaned back, cross-legged. I felt so lustful looking at these small nymphs-in-trim-PJs, their bodies almost boyish. I tried to maintain an air of sophisticated control but my pussy fragrance was giving me away. Both girls closed their eyes and inhaled, smiling slyly. Keri was almost shivering in flushed anticipation. Little bumps had started to protrude through her top. Lisa announced that I was the adult and should be in charge. All right, I said, you will obey my commands. I told them to kiss and this they did. Rather well. They’d definitely been practicing the kissing part. I then commanded them to remove their tops. It was heavenly. Both girls had a trace of development that could just as easily be considered baby fat. They began feeling each other’s pink nipples, gently caressing them and feeling their texture. Lisa’s had that wonderful Hershey-kiss shape that made my mouth water. Keri’s were cone-shape and just as cushy-looking. I undid the tie on my bottoms and slipped my hand to my clit. Keri leaned in and suckled Lisa and my darling held her head to her chest and closed her eyes. She smiled as she watched my hand move faster inside my trouser. I was in a feverish sexual state. Off with the bottoms, I decreed in a husky tone. The girls giggled as they stood on the mattress, a little wobbly at first. Under Lisa’s direction, they both turned their backs to me (She knew what I liked, the darling) and began pushing their trousers down slowly. As their bare little globes came into view I wiggled my fingers furiously. Keri lost her balance, Lisa caught her and they both fell on the bed laughing, their pants about their knees. Lisa’s butt was facing me and, as I increased my tempo, she snaked her hand behind her and, looking at me with a smile, parted her cheeks and pushed her finger in her bum-hole. It was then I went over the edge.

When my orgasm had subsided and I came to earth, I saw Keri had been watching me come with open-mouth fascination. She had unconsciously been pinching her nipple as it all happened. I must have looked like I was in a lustful stupor (well I was) and I pulled my hand from my honeybox and languidly licked the nectar from my fingers. She looked like she wanted a taste but suddenly Lisa plopped between us, unto her back with her knees up and legs apart. Her beautiful hairless slit was on display.

“Oops,” I said, reaching down for more honey, “looks like someone wants her pussy eaten. Keri dear, be a love and take care of that.” The 9-year-old slinked her body between Lisa’s legs and I admired the view; Lisa on her elbows looking down at her smooth lips; Keri on her stomach, with a graceful arch to her petite bubble-butt, sliding her face closer to the treasure. I couldn’t help but lean in myself to get closer. The sight of her bare baby pussy inflamed me and I yearned to use my tongue to separate her tiny lips. We brought our faces close to her cunt and I was fascinated with how Keri came one inch from her slit and her pert little nose sniffed about. Her pussy aroma was delightful. She then looked at me as if she had crossed another’s boundary but I urged her to continue. Inhale, I instructed, place your nose on her skin, taste her, do what you would like done to you. She gently separated the lips and curiously examined the pink inside. Soon she was running her tongue in every nook and cranny and Lisa was on the way to her first climax of the night. I watched Keri’s round little asscheeks occasionally clench as Lisa grabbed her head and encouraged her to continue whatever her tongue was doing. To watch a ten-year-old girl’s face as she nears orgasm is exquisite. There’s an unpretentiousness and honesty in her face that I think we lose with age. When she came I saw her flat but jiggly chest break out in a reddish rash around her candy tips. Keri looked up at her, chin soaked, and grinned at what she had done for the girl.

I continued to masturbate, watching the best show ever. Lisa wheeled her friend around on the bed, letting me view her little pussy. Little was right. Actually, her slit started much lower on her mons, making her pale lower belly seem, well, more. Lisa pulled Keri’s legs back into the air (not a problem for these limber girls) and I was treated to the whole slit and a pink, wrinkled little butt-hole. I leaned forward to taste but Lisa beat me to it and I settled back to watch the tongue-lashing. One more orgasm from my fingers, I decided, and then I simply MUST join in.

I came when they moved into a sixty-nine position, their adolescent flexibility making it look like SO much fun. Recovering quickly, I hopped on the bed behind Lisa, since she was on top. Keri’s mouth was feverishly glued to my little girlfriend’s cunt and her eyes widened when, just inches above her face, I spread Lisa’s cheeks and brought my nose to her buttonhole-shaped opening. She began to moan when my tongue came out and gently licked Lisa’s asshole. As I stroked up and down on the rim, she began to moan a lot. And when I pushed my tongue into the hole, she began to scream, her orgasm muffled by the pussy that was covering her lips. I could hear Lisa come as well, ignited by either my tongue in her ass or Keri roaring into her bald slit or both.

After a brief rest, I was told it was time to strip. Thank goodness, my nipples were about to poke holes in my satin top. The girls ‘oohed’ when I released my globes to view. My boobs stood out proudly, full and meaty, and the two pixies started feeling the weight of them, gently probing the texture. The feel of their smallish hands over my flesh was making me swoon. As they continued, I slipped a finger in each of their cracks and swam about. I then brought my hands back up and smeared their rich pussy juices onto my eraser-tipped nipples. They gasped at the invitation and dove in, suckling to MY hearts delight, savoring the flavor. We continued like this for a while, it was so much fun, I masturbated the kids and they licked the honey I kept rubbing on my tits. They wanted me to cross when I brought my fingers up so they could taste each other’s nectar. The air was thick with scent of aroused pussy and we were in a state of sexual intoxication. And I hadn’t even removed my pants yet.

The night became a blur of imaginative passion. The youngsters were completely open to any position or combination that came up. When I showed how to rub their pussies together I thought I would explode instantly. I pushed my tongue into Keri’s asshole the same time Lisa licked her cunt. And little Keri was just in love with my bush. She spent a good deal of time licking my pussy and asshole and had quite a talent for it. At one point I laid back as she was doing wonderful things to my clit. Lisa straddled me, grabbing the headboard for support, and squatted over my face giving me full access to her treats. She lightly sat on my tongue at times and I loved it when she paused and glided her slick pussy over my face, giving me a coating of her juices. Then she surprised me when she squirted a small shot of pee into my mouth! She squealed when she did this and, along with Keri’s magical tongue, I was sent over the bloody edge again.

I don’t recall how many times I came but I was sure it was a personal record. Somewhere in the night we collapsed and I fell asleep with a child cuddled in each arm, suckling like infants. We awoke to bright daylight when the phone rang. It was Keri’s mother. Good morning, I said, Oh yes, beautiful day. The kids? They’re out playing in the yard. No, we just stayed up watching Freaky Friday and movies like that. No, no slasher movies. Oh, she was no bother at all. She and Lisa are like two sisters. One o’clock? I’ll tell her. Goodbye.

I turned to the smiling angels on the bed. They were stretching like cats. Their skins looked delicious in the sunlight. (Good lord, I haven’t worn myself out yet?) “Keri, your mother’s coming to get you at one. You’re going to your aunt and uncle’s anniversary party, remember?”

“Yeah,” she said blandly, “Loads of fun.”

“Well, we’d better get up. It’s about…” I squinted at the clock, “Twelve-ten.”

We laid in quiet for a moment then everyone yelled “Twelve-ten!?!”

Omigod, we slept past noon! We jumped up and ran around like the Keystone Kops. I looked out to see Bob pulling in our driveway and could tell he was coming back from his Saturday Home Depot run. He loved that place. I told the kids to start a shower and called the house to say good morning and thanks for understanding my need to be a ‘den-mother’. I wasn’t ready for him to start getting suspicions. I hopped in the shower with the girls as I was sure we all reeked of sex. I made the mistake of letting them soap up my body so that slowed us down a little. We were, however, good to go with minutes to spare. As I came down the stairs with Keri’s overnight bag, I saw the girls in the hallway. They were kissing and whispering soft things to each other so I walked slowly. Holding Lisa’s hand, Keri turned to me. Her face was radiant (if not a little tired-looking).

She thanked me for a wonderful evening. And for listening. “I won’t be able to do this outside, so…” and she kissed me deeply. “ you know, someday later on I MIGHT like boys. Maybe not. But I’ll always love Lisa. And I’ll always love you”

I sat on the porch while the girls showed off cartwheels on the lawn. Bob walked over with a cup of coffee for me, the sweetheart.

“Hey how come you didn’t invite me for the sleep-over?” he joked.

“You wanted to watch ‘Titanic’ with us? I wish I’d known.”

Noo, noo, that alright, he said. Bob hated ‘chick flicks’.

Keri’s parents pulled up and Keri waved goodbye and got in the backseat. “See you Monday at school” she waved to Lisa.

Bob and I waved and her folks waved and everything was pleasant. Her mother looked like a pleasant woman but I was not feeling forgiving at her lack of understanding.

Damn, Pam, you look tired. How many movies did you watch last night? Bob asked.

“Not half of what we rented!” Lisa cheerfully piped up, “ Tonight we’re gonna watch ‘Princess Diaries 3’! And the new Sabrina movie! Are you gonna watch with us?”

“well, err, you see, it’s still finals and, uh, Tim’s got his new big-screen plasma and, uh, it would rude not go over and…”

I chuckled and patted Bob’s leg. “Lisa, I think it’s just us girls again tonight.”