Pam And Lisa, Part 7

Honey West

The evening was supposed to be perfect. Everything seemed to be falling into one of those wonderful but rare times when the gods smiled upon me and my Lisa. It was in the fall and my husband’s team was in contention. Tonight he was at the game. Lisa’s mom, Janice, was on a date. I’d noticed that she didn’t accept to go out unless she was horny enough to stay out late, which put me ‘on duty’ to be nearby in case Lisa had problems while babysitting. This made things fun. It had been months since my ten-year-old lover and I have had a chance to be alone.

Oh we have had sex since then, don’t get me wrong. Small but memorable moments of rushed, hushed passion, slipping our fingers into each others panties for a touch of liquid velvet while keeping an eye on our suburbia surroundings. Spending most of the time disguised in my secret identity as ‘Aunt Pam’, happily married second-incomer and neighbor, I would bake brownies for Lisa and share coffee and gossip with Janice, talking about ‘Desperate Housewives’ and 401K options. Little Lisa was amazing, such an actress, rattling on to us about school and dance and her icky teacher nobody liked. You’d never be able to tell that I was licking her hairless cunt an hour earlier.

Still, because we were careful and cautious, our times together (even short ones) were far and in-between. Life was pleasant and I certainly wouldn’t complain, yet I often found myself distracted at work just daydreaming about Lisa’s boyish yet feminine body. Sex with Bob (my husband) was fun in its own way but I knew by this time that I had desires that could only be fed by the body of a little girl. A body I could touch, taste, smell…oops, there I went daydreaming again. But Lisa was more than just sex, she seemed a soul-mate to me, one who took my mature sensibilities to new heights (a lofty thing to say seeing how I still could only think of her cumming on my face).

Well, anyhoo, here I am in my sexy new sweater, waiting for my child to call me from her babysitting post to say that the parents had left. It was only her fourth time at the Weavers, but when they went out on a Friday night they usually stayed out pretty late. The last time she was there it was a routine assignment because I went out with Bob that night, and Keri, her classmate and bosom buddy, was also unable to make it. The two times before that, though, were delicious mini-orgies. Lately, when I masturbate, all I would need to set the explosion was the vivid memory of the last get-together: Lisa and Keri, two pre-teen versions of Anna Chlumsky and Nicole Kidman, sliding their smooth naked bodies over each other for my enjoyment.

Let me tell you how THAT night went. I’d left my house in my sexy new pullover, wearing nothing underneath but perfume, walking in horny anticipation of the evening’s events. Bob was used to the time I spent helping Lisa babysit and started planning around it with his sports buddies. I had decided early on that the best way to avoid suspicion or jealousy from my husband was to make sure he was more than sexually satisfied with me. Therefore my little affairs with Lisa actually improved my marital love life. Having my pussy waxed clean do not go over that well, tho, as he worried that I had felt the need to spice things up. Ironically, the girl that I did it for was also cool to it as she preferred my pubic bush to play with. My hair grew back fairly fast but –GOD- that itchy, stubby phase! Whew.

Lisa met me at the door with little ten-month-old Daniel Weaver in her arms. I bussed her on the cheek and entered and we spent a while admiring each other in the kitchen as I tossed some pre-cut brownies into the oven. The little tyke was wearing a soft pink jogging suit that had a delightful pajama-look to it. It seemed to fall off her backside seductively as she bent over to play with the baby. She eyed me with a cocked eyebrow, “What are you wearing under that shirt?” Perfume, I smiled, knowing that my pencil-eraser size nipples were protruding thru the fabric. My eyes were undressing this ten-year-old girl and she was busy watching my tits. My boobs are full and proud and felt like they were expanding under her excited gaze. She had the look of a youngster waiting to open her presents. We were just about to lunge at each other when we heard a car horn outside. “That’s Keri!” Lisa squealed as she ran to the front door. I quickly lifted my top, tied a kitchen towel around my chest, pulled my shirt back down and carried the baby to the porch. Keri was wearing her school dress complete with white socks and black shiny shoes. Keri’s mother was halfway up the walk when she spotted me holding Daniel. Assuming that all would be well she waved hello and good bye to us and drove off. The bitch, I thought as I waved back standing there smiling in my Maternal Pose. I disliked her for her intolerance of young Keri’s lesbian leaning and how she had cowed the poor child into acting like a ‘normal’ girl. She only allowed her daughter to spend time with Lisa because we’d convinced her that everything we did was, well, ‘normal’.

As soon as we went inside ‘normal’ Keri and Lisa kissed like foreign-film lovers. Then she kissed me with a quick but probing tongue. When she pulled back a blush spread across her pert little nose. Oh the kisses of a young mouth! I gave the baby to Lisa and reached behind me to undo my ‘bra’. When I slipped the kitchen towel out from under my top the girls grinned with curiosity. “It wouldn’t have done to have your mother spying my high beams,” I chuckled as just the feeling of the towel pulling off my sensitive nipples caused them to stand back out. “Wow,’ Keri giggled, staring at my chest, “was that all you’re wearing under that?” Just perfume Lisa and I both said in unison and we laughed like schoolgirls. (At least that’s what I felt like.) Then we were suddenly quiet. Keri stepped forward and zeroed in on my nubs, gently grasping them with her thumb and forefingers. The softness of my pullover and the pressure of her pinch made me shudder and my pussy practically gushed. Just as quickly the sweet smell from my cunt became apparent. It was a heady perfume that only seemed to emanate at times like this: when I was about to view the treasures of a young girl. The nostrils of the children flared and they looked at each other with sly bedroom stares. Lisa closed her eyes and inhaled, “mmm, I love that. I love that more than anything in the whole wide world.” Keri began lightly groping my tits thru my top. “She’s right, Pam, you should bottle that stuff. You smell wonderful.” I agree, I thought as her fingers set off electrical sparks within me, it was a scent that excited me which in turn caused me to produce more scent in a self-perpetual motion. And I only seemed to experience it when I was with Lisa or masturbating with her in my mind. Especially when I would think about sniffing her tasty young pussy which in itself was Heaven. Ah, Lisa’s pussy! Her soft hairless lips that when separated would smell like sweetness and sin … and …and…

“Brownies,” I said. I drew Keri’s hands away from my boobs with a loving –tsk-! and attempted composure. “The brownies will burn if we don’t get them out now.”

As I removed the chocolate from the oven the girls went into well-disciplined maneuvers, closing the curtains with not a crack of light escaping, checking and locking all doors and turning the TV on to a low volumed music station.

I could hear them giggle as they scampered about the house. Lisa was about to take the baby upstairs to his crib when I found myself saying, “No, put a blanket for him on the floor.”

Soon we were ready and facing each other on the living room floor when it became obvious that Daniel needed to be changed. I marveled at how expertly Lisa took to this and the girl beamed when we applauded her maternal aptitude. Now the infant was clean and fresh and the smell of baby powder only served to spur us back to our desires. I removed my top and the girls rushed to my breasts. Their little hands cupped under my globes to feel the weight in their palms, lifting them with glee, squeezing the meaty flesh and soft tissue. Smiling at each other as they rolled my nipples between their fingers, they made me feel like a queen. You ARE our queen the nymphs said. Stop then, I said (after a goodly amount of time) and strip for me! This they did, Lisa sliding out of her soft jogging suit into her soft birthday suit, Keri shedding her prim school dress to reveal a stunning new curve to her hips and a delectable arch on her backside. “Wow,” Lisa said, almost jealously, “You’re growing!” She had indeed developed a little more womanly grace but in truth both were still two flat-chested, boyish-in-body, hairless little girls and that was the way I wanted them at least for tonight. I ordered them to stand before me as I feasted my eyes on their tender smooth flesh. Giggling, they stood side by side ‘at attention’ and smiled at each other when their arms and shoulders touched. Two bare puffy slits were proudly before me and I could smell the wonderful scent of young pussy. Keri’s crack started much lower than Lisa’s, Lisa had an extra pink line at the top of hers where her clit was hiding. They were two perfect mounds in their own way.

Both had a line of moisture that belied the closeness of their slits. I saw Lisa’s hand twitch as if she was fighting to keep from touching herself. She grinned at me as I removed my skirt to reveal my sopping wet panties. Her dreamy hershey-kiss shaped nipples had puffed up. Keri’s cushy-looking cone-shaped tips were also at attention. Both sets were bright pink circles on soft unblemished boys’ chests that made me want to drool right there.

“Lisa, baby,” I said huskily as my fingers found its way inside my panties, “make me come. You know how. Please.”

Lisa smiled and turned her head to Keri who was still watching me finger myself. Her eyes were wide and her mouth was slack. Lisa touched her pointed cone and the two began to tweak each others nipples which soon led to them sliding to the floor as Lisa pushed her girlish face into Keri’s pussy. All the while Keri watched me diddle myself, my breasts jiggling as my hand picked up speed. Lisa gingerly pushed Keri onto her back and cupped her hands under her classmate’s ass to bring her cunt up to her mouth. I watched her pull Keri’s naked pussy lips apart using only her cute nose and I delighted as she slid her mouth and tongue up, down and into her short crack. Lisa looked up at me for my approval and in response I brought my fingers, slick with my cunt-honey, up to my lips and smeared it on like lip gloss. Keri let out a low ‘ooohh’ at seeing this and Lisa dove back in. My angel had positioned her so that Keri could still see my fevered expression and, as Lisa drew herself up on her knees, I could see my young lover’s pink little asshole wink at me as she ate her best friend’s puffy slit. I licked my tasty lips at the sight of her clean little rosebud flexing at me and started making loud squishy sounds as one hand worked my pussy and the other pulled on my nipple. Suddenly I felt my body convulse. It was if it was out of my control, that I was going to come then and there even if I had planned to wait a little longer. Keri’s hips began to hump into Lisa’s face as she pinched her own bright pink nipples and I let out a low groan that seemed to serve as a warning that the Big One was cumming. And boy did it cum. I had tried very hard not to break eye contact with Keri when I came but when her face contorted and she gripped her cushy buttons my eyes rolled into the back of my head and my circuitry went haywire.

Later, as I was revived by a brownie and a kiss, I continued to issue royal orders. I had been sitting in a wooden rocking chair that I had the good sense to take the cushion off of. I had made a small puddle in it but it looked like it would clean up with no problem. The girls wanted me to climb down to the floor and join them but I wanted them to entertain me just a little bit more. I think I was storing all of these visual images for future self-love sessions and, quite frankly, I was enjoying the hell out of watching these two children having sex. And I think, in reality, they were enjoying it as well. When the girls weren’t licking and sucking and grinding and cumming, they were kissing. And their long, tender, thoughtful kisses seemed as erotic as anything else they did that evening. At some moments they would stop kissing just long enough to realize how closely they were holding each other in their arms and they would just giggle with joy. I can’t tell you how warm and hot that made me feel. It was great to be a pedophile, I thought.

And a pedophile I was, mind you. No pretensions in my mind at all at this point. To prove it I reached over and picked up little Daniel and held him in my arms as he slept. The girls, having rested a little and starting to feel randy sat up and watched as I untabbed his diaper and began fondling his tiny cock. Lisa, on her hands and knees, came up to see more closely as I slid his foreskin back and forth. Keri had disappeared behind my girl and from Lisa’s gasp I knew she was tonguing her backdoor buttonhole. I myself was dipping my finger into my cunt and bringing it up to Lisa’s mouth where she lustily sucked the juices off. I did this several times as my angel frigged herself and continued to feel a tongue up her ass. Then I pushed my hand all around my crack getting it good and wet and slathering the honey all over the baby’s cock and balls, my fingers applying it as if it were lotion. This started the countdown for little Lisa’s umpteenth come. She gripped my knee for support as her other hand continued to stroke her clit. I could see the top of Keri’s head just over Lisa’s bum. It would bob up and down and then hold still and at this point I would hear Lisa moan and I knew that was when Keri was pushing her tongue as far as it would go. Lisa’s lips were quivering as she looked at me, then at the baby’s genitals then back at me. I said nothing. I then brought my fingers soaking wet, up from my pussy to right in front of Lisa’s nose and then onto Daniel’s teeny pecker. My little ten-year-old moaned and covered the infant’s crotch with her mouth. Gently, I said, as she suckled the baby’s hardening little peter. I saw Keri’s hands grab Lisa’s asscheeks and pull them further apart to launch a new tongue attack and suddenly Lisa pulled away from the babe and look at me with amazement and lust as she began to climax. She looked at Daniel’s miniature hard-on and continued cumming, falling to the floor with her hand still squishing in and out of her bare pussy as Keri continued to push her face between Lisa cheeks. The baby stirred and cried a little but fell back asleep as I gently rocked him. The depravity of the scene seemed…sublime.

We almost went on too long. I set the baby back down and joined the girls on the blanket for I was way overdue to touch them. I was worried that they were getting fatigued and maybe they were but that didn’t stop them from laying me on my side and tonguing both my cunt and my ass at the same time. It was when they were both squishing their wet bald pussies against my thighs that I happened to glance at the clock and realize it was a little after midnight!

Whatever tiredness we felt vanished as we jumped up and went into Battle Mode. I started wiping up everything wet while Lisa rushed upstairs with little Daniel to clean him up and get him in his crib. Keri started on one more batch of brownies (thank goodness for these ‘instant’ jobbers) for aroma therapy while I spray a little extra Lysol about. I had just given myself and the girls quick sponge baths and hoped that would take care of that ‘well-fucked’ scent when Keri’s mother knocked on the door. The girls looked worn out which we attributed to their practicing their dancing all night. I looked worn-out which Keri’s mom attributed to my being unused to children. “See? It’s not easy being a mom, is it?” Fortunately I was too pooped to smack that bitch in the mouth so I smiled and told Keri she and Lisa have a great future as dancers and, yes I would definitely be there to see them at the next school event.

The Weavers didn’t get home until two a.m. As agreed, they would call on their way home so that Lisa could call me to come over and escort her home. We’d make it look like I’d gotten there just before they did. Poor Lisa looked exhausted as I walked her home but she kissed me on the porch and told me she’d had never been happier in her whole life. Still, I know that, like me, she was out like a light the minute her head hit the pillow.

Okay, THAT night was perfect. Now let me tell you about THIS night. As I said, I was pacing the floor waiting for Lisa to call. It was getting late. Finally the phone rang. They’re gone, my angel chimed, it took forever for the Weavers to leave because they were arguing about something. Keri was already there. Hurry over. This I did. I took an umbrella as it was starting to drizzle. I was greeted by my tykes and, anxious as we were (it had been a couple of months, y’know), we waited the proper amount of time to make sure Mrs. Weaver didn’t forget her purse or something that required returning. Good thing too as I was there only a little while when the Weavers’ car pulled back into the driveway. I scampered out the backdoor (no sense in being caught there so soon after they left) and made my way around the block. I started walking back to the Weavers for my ‘just checking on the kids’ routine when I saw Lisa and Keri walking toward me.

“They’re not going out after all,” Lisa said mournfully “they’re still having a big fight about something. They say they’re not speaking to each other but then they keep yelling about something. I hope they’re not getting divorced.”

Poor Lisa, I thought as I held the umbrella over them, that must have brought back bad memories of her own parents’ separation. “I doubt it, baby. Lots of couples fight every now and then. They get over it. Bob and I have fought a few times over something stupid. We’re still together. Sometimes you just have to get stupid.” Lisa smiled at this.

“They paid Lisa for the whole night!” Keri said, “Only, what do we do now?”

“We go to MY house, kids! Bob is at the ballgame. I can show your some cute things I found on the computer.” The girls giggled with glee.

Stupid me. If there was a light rainfall in the suburbs, there was a torrential downfall in the city. Bob’s game was rained out and he was not in a good mood because of it. “Come on, Lisa,” I said in front of him, “Let’s go to your house and we’ll watch some TV until your mom gets home.”

Strike three. Not only was Janice home she was in an even worse mood than Bob. No, actually she was MUCH worse than Bob. When we came in the door, spirits up, still feeling that something randy could happen tonight, we could hear Janice in the kitchen yelling obscenities.

“Son of a bitch!! FUCKIN’ SON OF A BITCH. BASTARD!! Thinks he God’s gift to women, does he? I should have known…”

Lisa stepped forward and called out with worry, “Mommy?”

Janice stopped muttering and stepped out into the hallway. She was wearing that lovely blue evening dress I liked but with her hair slightly tousled and a drink in her hand I knew her evening had not gone well.

“Lisa? Baby, what are you doing here? You should be babysitting. You should be…” Her slurred speech alarmed little Lisa and she started for her mother. “NO!” Lisa stopped in her tracks. “Pam! Take her away! I’m…drunk. She shouldn’t see me like this. Please.” She went back into the kitchen.

Lisa started again but I held her back and knelt down. Her eyes were full of tears and fear. Hush, child, your mother and I are going to talk. Go upstairs with Keri and put some warm dry clothes on. No, no ‘buts’. You trust me don’t you?

Everything’s all right. Sometimes we just have to be stupid, remember? Your mom’s overdue. Keri took Lisa’s hand and gently pulled her upstairs.

Okay, this evening was not perfect. They can’t all be. But at times like this I thought that, hell, maybe I not just a depraved sociopath. Sometimes I might actually a good friend who’ll listen. I rolled up the sleeves of my sexy new sweater and headed into the kitchen.