Pam and Lisa, Part 6

by Honey West

I had that moment of fear when I thought that my intimate sessions spent with my 10-year-old angel had become known. It was a moment that makes you hold your breath and brace yourself for the worst. As I imagined that moment happening, it seemed unfair because it had been months since I held my little Lisa in my arms.

Well, not completely ‘months’, I mean, we were aware of the dangers that our ‘affair’ posed and we accepted that we would be lucky to get free time together as we had in the past. Lisa went to school and played with her friends and danced in her choreography class and so on. I went to work every day and cooked dinner and cuddled with my husband, Bob, and so on. But I continued to have my coffee klatches with Lisa’s mom, Janice, and saw Lisa a lot in the process, just not the way I would like. Though I was not called ‘Aunt Pam’, I was viewed as Janice’s Second-In-Command should the situation arrive and felt as one of their family. Janice always marveled at how important it was for Lisa to get my opinion in certain matters regarding school and fashion.

Still I missed the child and would masturbate to the image of her soft flat chest and Hershey-shaped nipples. Once I drove home early from work and saw her walking from the bus stop with her friends, giggling and swinging their backpacks. The sight of Lisa in her snug jeans skipping along filled my thoughts for the next few nights. While her hips had yet to develop, her small butt was deliciously rounded and curved at her back with the promise of a future knock-out body. I fantasized about her experimenting with some of her boyish girlfriends and would cum thinking about them touching each other’s bare pussies. Lisa said she had not done anything like that since our night with Keri because she felt her other friends ‘didn’t think like that’. Lisa always seemed wise for her age.

Things seemed to settle into a normal routine until school went into summer break. Lisa could stay up late most nights and spent time watching me cook and watching baseball with Bob. Occasionally, she would brush against me provocatively as if to remind me that I was more than just a ‘second-mom’. One night I was soaking a hard workday away with bubble bath and a glass (or two) of wine. Bob had gone to the mall to pick out a new grill and I assumed that was him calling on the phone, but I was too laid-back to get out of the tub and answer. A while later I heard the back door slam and realized I had not locked it. To my relief (and delight) Lisa called out for me. She appeared at my bathroom door dressed in short shorts and a thin t-shirt that gave a hint of her puffy nipples. She giggled at seeing me in the tub and I pushed the soap bubbles over my breasts to cover them.

“No fair,” she smiled as she sat her little body on the john and tried to look thru the suds that concealed my body, “Mom wants to know if you can lend her your bundt pan.”

We looked at each other with that familiar assessment of the situation: a 10-year-old schoolgirl and a mature woman in the same room, thinking dirty thoughts about each other. It had been a while since we’d gotten to enjoy that reality. The little minx rubbed her bare feet together and it was apparent she’d been running around like that all day.

“Your feet are dirty, child,” I cooed seductively. My hand was touching my pussy under the bubbles.

Lisa stood up and approached the tub. “Mom says she needs to bake the cake early. That I shouldn’t dawdle.” Yet as she said this she popped the button on her shorts, her pants at eye level with me as I lay in the water. My heart raced as she pulled them down, just the sound of her shorts sliding across her skin exciting me. Her light blue panties showed the outline of her smooth lips. Her underdeveloped body was made more enticing by her soft blemish-free skin.

“I have to get back,” she announced and then slid her panties off and ran her small hand over her bald slit. She stepped into the tub standing, straddling over my body and positioned her crotch right over my face. When I sat up my nose practically burrowed into her crevasse. The scent was sinfully sweet. She then quickly turned around so her lovely backside was above me. “Quick”, she said as I lusted at her creamy petite globes, and I saw in the mirror that her hand had slid up her top to pinch her fleshy nipples. Without hesitation I leaned upwards and, pulling her tender cheeks apart, watched her little asshole pucker and flex. I ran my tongue across her button-hole, savoring the softness of her tiny round rim. She squatted slightly and I shifted myself onto my knees as I continued to push my face into her backside making a point with my tongue and then expanding it in her hole. Her hand rubbed furiously over her pussy and she came quickly, her pucker grabbing my tongue and her cheeks clenching down on mine. Just then the phone rang again and Lisa slumped forward grabbing the porcelain edge to keep from falling.

“That’s Mom. I have to go,” Lisa apologized.

“That’s fine, love,” I said, “I loved just tasting you.”

Lisa smiled and turned around and, still straddling me, tried to pee on me. She knew I loved it and I cupped my boobs to catch it but the phone kept ringing and finally she frowned, “I can’t. I’m empty, I guess.”

I gave her a deep kiss and sent her hurrying back (after telling her where the bundt pan was kept). Still imagining my tongue in her 10-year-old ass, I frigged myself to an incredible orgasm. Later, though, as I continued to soak, I became concerned about Janice’s impatience with Lisa’s time here. It was not normal. Perhaps she really needed to get that cake baked, I thought, but the seed of doubt had entered my mind and I felt uncomfortable about the situation for the first time.

The next night as dusk was setting in, I saw Lisa storm out the front of her house visibly upset and before I could move I spotted Janice walk out the back door, open the fence and march to my kitchen entrance. My Moment of Fear had commenced. She always called before she came over and I’d not seen her frown like this before. What would I say to her? What could possibly be my defense? If I had had enough time I could have imagined all sorts of retribution from an outraged mother: criminal charges, public humiliation, possibly even violence. Suddenly the main thought in that split second was my regret of losing a friend, which Janice had become.

Janice walked in and looked at me. “We have to talk,” she announced and sat at the kitchen table. I wasn’t sure if offering coffee was proper etiquette in this kind of situation.

“What’s wrong?” I ask stupidly.

“You should know,” she said with accusing eyes, “you two share everything. I can’t believe you would condone this.”

I felt flushed. My knees became weak. “I…I’m not sure what to say—”

“I say the girl is too young for this sort of thing. She hasn’t even gone thru puberty yet!”

The room began to spin slowly. “Well, that is, some girls are, well, kinda advanced before puberty.” I was stammering for the right words.

Janice ranted on. “I mean, I never intended for my child to grow up this fast. I promised myself after the divorce that Lisa would have a normal childhood with no worries or needs and here she’s thinking that she’s going to be helping me! She listens to everything you say, Pam, You certainly could have disapproved of this.”

I suddenly sensed that we were watching two different channels on the same TV set. “Janice, what the hell are you talking about?”

“The babysitting! What do you think I’m talking about?! Little Lisa wants to babysit!”

The room stopped spinning. I looked at Janice’s stern expression to make sure I heard right. I fell into a chair and chuckled with relief. “What are you laughing at?” Janice demanded, “this is serious!”

“Jeez, Janice, you scared the shit outta me! I thought something terrible had happened. And all this because Lisa wants to babysit? What’s wrong with that?”

“Pam, she’s only ten. I know she’s smart for her age and I’ve always encouraged her to do the things she’s wanted to do but…” Janice rubbed her neck in discomfort and seemed about to cry, “Hell, I had some stupid past-due bills that my ex helped leave me with and we had our cable disconnected the other day. Lisa thinks we’re in the Poorhouse and wants to get a job. We’re not really doing badly it’s just that I need time to catch up. I can’t spend that time worrying about the child staying in some stranger’s house watching strange kids. And it’s not necessary. My job’s doing pretty good.”

I listened as she unloaded her concerns. One of Lisa’s friends babysits for the Weavers down the street. Her father is being transferred to another town and she recommended Lisa to the parents. I assured Janice that the girl had not talked to me about it but I also felt she was over-reacting. After all, I babysat when I was ten.

“You know Lisa’s mature for her age,” I countered, “and more than responsible. Let her do it on a trial basis and we’ll set the same rules my mother set for me when I was that age.” Janice reluctantly opted to hear what the rules were.

“First thing, let her know that what money she makes is hers to spend on herself or as she likes. Second thing, if she wants to spend that money on you or some bills, let her. You should be proud that she thinks that way.” I saw Janice’s eyes water up at this comment, poor thing did look tired. “Now the rules: One, she can only babysit in the immediate area, on this block, like the Weavers. That way you or I are just a moment away if she needs any help or questions. Two, only infants and toddlers. At her age and size she would not be a convincing authority figure for older kids and that could cause control problems. Three, school grades and household chores cannot deteriorate. That would be grounds for losing babysitting privileges. Whaddya think?”

Janice rubbed her neck again and stared at the kitchen table-top. Slowly, she gave a rueful smile. “I think I’m going to lose my argument with the child.”

I walked behind Janice as she sat and rubbed the shoulder she was favoring. She winced as I felt a small knot and a lot of tight tissue. “Damn, girl, you’re tense!” I announced and began to give her one of my (I’m not just bragging) world-famous neck massages over her protests. I started kneading my fingers around her shoulder blade to push blood upwards, not wanting to touch the sore spot until I had relaxed the muscles. Her hesitation faded as she realized that I knew what I was doing here.

“Ohh,” she moaned, “that’s actually good.”

I told her I was better at this but I was used to massaging bare skin and her shirt fabric was in the way. Without speaking, she undid her top buttons and slid her top down over her shoulders, clutching the front at her breasts. Now I had the friction I needed to get her muscles loosened. As I continued to knead her shoulder, we kept talking. I became aware that Janice had lovely shoulders, and when I looked over them I saw her hand relax and drop a little making her cleavage more apparent. Her boobs weren’t as big as mine but they sure looked meaty as she pushed them against herself. We stopped talking and her head rolled lazily around as I used a warming technique over the trouble spot. Soon the only sound you could hear was our breathing and an occasional sigh from Janice. I took another look down and saw her nipples had hardened and were pushing thru her shirt. I think she became aware of this fact and sat up, pulled her shirt back over her shoulders, cleared her throat and thanked me for a wonderful massage. We agreed again to let Lisa give babysitting a try and I promised to make sure Janice wouldn’t have to worry about anything.

You can probably guess that my motives weren’t completely honorable. I accompanied mother and daughter to the Weavers to introduce Lisa and get the particulars of the job. The husband was not home at the time but Mrs. Weaver was a lovely buxom woman of British accent and a genial attitude. She had one child: eight–month-old Daniel. The job is an easy one, June (Mrs. Weaver) said, she and her husband like to go to town on Friday nights and the little one pretty much sleeps thru the night. “Just watch TV and have whatever’s in the fridge til we get home about midnight or one.” I mentally checked the curtains, door locations, and so on. Lisa was anxious and ready to start her new job.

This time I decided to give serendipity a hand. I had convinced Janice to accept a co-worker’s offer to go out on a date. “Friday would be perfect since Lisa would be babysitting and, yes, I would be happy to keep a sharp eye on the girl on her first night on the job. Yes, I will stop over there and make sure she’s okay, and yes, I will be ready by the phone just case, and, oh for crying out loud, Janice, stop worrying and just have a good time.” Lisa called me later to ask if I was coming over that night and to say that she would have a surprise for me. I told her I would have one for her too. I left nothing to chance. Bob and I go to a baseball game on occasion and I bought tickets for Friday’s ‘free bobble-head night’ game only to discover, damn! that was the night Janice needed me to be close by for Lisa. Bob went with Carl instead and I was set. I went into town that morning to get my ‘surprise’ and then saw Janice off on her date that evening. It was about eight when the phone rang and my little angel chimed, “They’re gone!”

My heart was pounding as I walked down the block to the Weavers. I was wearing a prim blouse and long skirt, carrying a roll of ready-to-bake chocolate chip cookies. It felt wicked to be walking in my neighborhood with no underwear on. Lisa said she’d leave the door unlocked and to be quiet as not to wake the child. I entered stealthily and saw the living room TV on with the volume on low. Locking the door, I crept to the stairs and listened for a sound. I heard a giggle and didn’t think it was Lisa’s. Then I heard another giggle. THAT one was Lisa. I tip-toed up using the side of the steps (most creaks are in the middle) and saw a light in the baby’s room. The door was open and standing over the crib were two young pre-teens: my darling Lisa and little Keri! So that was her surprise. Their backs were to me and their cute little behinds were packed into tight denims. They were both too occupied in what was in the crib to notice me sidle closer to them.

“Isn’t it cute?” Lisa cooed. I looked over their shoulders and felt my face flush. They had taken the diaper off little 8-month-old Daniel and were toying with his teeny penis! Keri held his little uncircumcised dingle between her fingers and was skinning it back. “Here wait.” Lisa dropped the side of the crib down and Keri knelt in closer, rubbing her cheek on the baby’s genitals. “Gently now,” Lisa warned. She then saw me and grinned, putting her finger to her lips. “Suck it,” she told Keri and the 10-year-old brought her tongue out and lightly licked the stubby nub. I don’t know what had gotten me more aroused—the little girl tasting the baby’s penis or the two angels bent over the crib with their backsides jutting out. “Here let me try it,” Lisa said and took the infant’s dick into her mouth knowing I was watching. Her face covered the baby’s crotch and when she lifted her head little Daniel had a little erection. They both gave a squeal at the sight and then Keri turned and saw me, screaming in surprise. The baby woke up crying and Lisa took him in her arms and coddled him while Keri jumped into my arms and hugged me. Feeling my arms wrapped around such a small body made me wetter, and since I was not wearing any panties, my pussy scent was wafting around us.

“You smell good”, Keri smiled and kissed me with those Nicole Kidman-like lips. She then looked at the baby, who had quieted in Lisa’s arms, and back at me and blushed. To make her feel less awkward, I took little Danny and placed my lips over his wee willie and suckled gently. I gently lathed his balls with my tongue as Lisa and Keri watched, stroking each other's hair. I then lay the baby back down in his crib and re-fastened his diaper.

Now I assessed the situation in front of me: two little girls grinning and giggling in anticipation of the next few hours just like the girls I would see at the bus stop on my way to work and would fantasize about, two little girls who were hoping to feel my full womanly body as much as I wanted to touch their flat chests and hairless pussies. We ran downstairs gleefully, checking the curtains and doors and setting up a Monopoly game for effect. Mrs. Weaver called (she was a bit hesitant about Lisa having a friend over but felt better when I answered the phone) and we assured her all was well. After testing the baby monitor, we sat on the couch and changed the channel to the ball game that Bob was at. All this seemed like a kind of foreplay and by the time we were cuddling, I was hot. The girls sat on either side of me and, leaning forward to smile at each other, began to caress my boobs. I leaned back as they ran their small hands over my body, delighting in the fleshiness of a full-grown woman, weighing my breasts in their small hands. I sighed out loud when they pinched my nipples thru my blouse. I was getting extremely wet and was worried about leaking my potent pussy juice on the sofa so I announced that someone should strip for us. We rolled the game dice and Keri won/lost. She stood up and began peeling off her clothes for us as Lisa and I sat on the floor and cheered. I was in pedophile heaven. Keri had the beginning of fleshy protuberances that still looked like boyish baby-fat. Her pink cone-shaped nipples popped out proudly and her cute ‘outie’ belly-button was a perfect touch. I sat cross-legged with Lisa in my lap, running my hands under her shirt, thrilled by the feel of her soft skin and cushy points. She too was feeling me up but I kept stopping her when she tried to reach under my skirt, urging her to watch her friend as I unpopped her jeans and slid my hand down her pants feeling her wet young slit. Soon Keri stood naked in front of us, hands on hip, legs apart, showing us the glow of a 10-year-old beauty and her 10-year-old bare cunt. Lisa crawled over and placed her mouth into her friend’s smooth slit and I started frigging myself. Soon we were on the floor stripping each other of any remaining clothes and when I unwrapped my skirt Keri squealed. My pussy was as bare as theirs. (I’d had my first wax job this morning at the salon.) Lisa was shocked and I think not too happy about it at first, but when I told her I wanted to be like her she smiled. It was like theirs with the exception of the copious amount of honey my cunt was leaking. Keri wanted a taste but I told her it was up to Lisa who would go first, and Lisa lay on her stomach to study my newly hairless lips. The sensation of cool air on naked skin (instead of a pubic bush) had me horny all day. Little Lisa’s breath on my cunt had me almost hyperventilating. I looked down at her innocent face as her tongue started lapping up the excess flow. She smiled up at me and buried her face into me until her cheeks were soaked with my juices. Keri straddled me and lowered herself onto my mouth. The whole time my hands were fondling any part of young flesh I could grab: nipples, pussy, ass. I loved how my hand would practically fit over Keri’s small butt as I would gently squeeze her cheeks together and then slide my finger in between to touch her asshole. My hips began to buck and Lisa knew she was doing a good job with her mouth when that happens. The feel of soft girl-cheeks against my smooth pussy was driving me wild and Lisa was going like it was her only project in life. She stopped for a quick second to call Keri’s name and, as if on cue, Keri turned around so that her backside as well as her sweet slit was available to my tongue. God, I was in another dimension as I licked both holes and pushed my finger into her bottom. Lisa’s lips locked about my clit and suddenly I was cumming. I mean cumming! I mean speaking-an-alien-language-kind-of-cumming. I screamed into Keri’s pussy and tried to quiet myself down by shoving my tongue deep into the child’s asshole. Didn’t work. Keri wound up cumming from the vibrations my orgasm shot thru her rimmed hole. My body was still convulsing when I finally became aware of the universe around me. The two girls were grinning at me as I looked at them stupidly. When Lisa said she was so proud of herself for making me wet the floor, I gasped and realized there was a small puddle under my ass on the hardwood.

By the time Mr. and Mrs. Weaver came home (about 1 a.m.) Lisa was asleep on the couch in front of the TV. The cookies we baked permeated the house with the fresh smell of chocolate chips. Keri’s mom arrived a little earlier to pick her up, (Janice was still out!) and I came over to walk my angel home. Mrs. Weaver was delighted with Lisa and wanted her to babysit again next week. I don’t know how much serendipity I could rely on but I looked forward to spending another evening with my little Angel.