Teaching Jeannie Right, Part 4

by VickyLez

With many thanks to Cunthia for her generous suggestions & help!

"Oh, Jen! Oh, aint you teasing me, your mom really, really...?"

"Swear, cross my heart 'n may I turn a smelly boy if not!"

They were again at Jeannie's home after class and her mother was not due for almost two hours yet. It had been a very long day, both girls fretting to be able to talk alone. Miss Hannah had looked wonderingly at them several times, (for months she had been curious about these two little beauties). They had hardly stopped for milk and cookies, then hurried to the sitting-room: Jeannie had insisted they would talk on the sofa her Mom had sat on, right where things happened the day before.

"Oooh, baby, oh, I woulda given anything to have been here!"

"I guess Mom wouldn't had done anything if you were, silly! It had to be jus' me. But I'm sure she will be OK with you being here next time!"

"You really think that? OOH, I die! G'on, tell me more already! You took off all your clothes and..."

"Weell, I was all bare lying over there, my hand in my pussy, feelin' so GREAT 'n seeing Mom here with her hand in HER pussy too..." Jeannie excitedly recalled the scene feeling slightly superior, for now she was far more advanced in knowledge than her girlfriend... Something she intended to change real soon.

"Oooh, super cool! An' your mom's pussy is really pretty? I bet it is, I so want to see it, Jen! Tell me how it is, tell!"

"Oh, I didn't get to see her that well really, she was touching herself under her skirt, you know. An' she told me not to look at her, she would show me all later, she said! Oh, Priss, when I was doing it I felt... I felt like nothing you can imagine, it's the greatest thing ever! I couldn't see much of anything when I was touching myself so good, everything gets kind of blurry when you're at it! So I didn't see Mom much. An' then, when I spied on her late at night on her bed it was dark, I could just almost see what she was doin' but not much, bad luck! ...But at the beginning, before everything happened, she was sitting here and I was sitting over there on the carpet an' I got to see her full under the skirt, I told you, 'n her panties were transparent-like. I saw her pussy lips, kind of open an' red an' bubbly with something. I got kind of bubbly too, when I was feeling so good!"

"Bubbly?"

"I mean wet, Priss! Mom's panties were almost dripping with something sticky-lookin' whe she opened her legs, an' I too was all squashy when I was feeling so good... down here, you know. It's not pee, something about sex, I guess, didn't Miss Brady said something about that? Ooh, Priss, I think I'm getting wet again right now!!" she marveled, raising her skirt to look wondering at herself. Priscilla gasped and leaned closer to better gaze between her pretty girlfriend's legs. Yes! the tiny cotton panties (with Minnie Mouse on them) were quite damp over the puffy sex, the tight slit clearly showing. The breathless little blonde couldn't take her eyes away, it was such a tasty view (the word came unbidden to her mind). She felt hot and strange and shivery; she knew enough to understand this was a sexual thing, she was in Love-Love with Jen and desired to do with her all sort of sweet-scary things she couldn't describe, didn't have a name to, but she knew she wanted now! ...And Jeannie was having the very same feelings, acknowledging with a rush the adoring fascination and arousal on her girlfriend's prettily reddened face. 'Arousal' was a word she understood quite well by now.

"See how it's all wet?" proudly giggled Jen, keeping her skirt very high and opening more her legs, as Priscilla leaned closer still, not to miss detail.

"Oh, yes..." whispered Priscilla, ogling at the wet Minnie Mouse and breathing fast "How does it feel?"

"Damp. And hot." She suddenly took her girlfriend's hand and guided it to the spot "Feel!"

The contact was electric and both gasped loudly with the delight and surprise of it, the little blonde's fingers lightly placed on those wet panties... a butterfly touch right on her girlfriend's spongy narrow opening.

"Ooh, Priss!" moaned Jeannie, raising her little pussy against her girlfriend's fingers and throwing her arms around her. They held together in a snug embrace, Priscilla's hand never leaving her friend's crotch. They looked at each other and slowly joined their pretty mouths in a shy peck followed by two bolder ones, and next a real, enquiring, lingering and absolutely delicious kiss. Jeannie, always a fast learner, had not forgotten the lesson of her mother's unique kiss last night and when they unstuck their glistening, engorged lips they were red faced, panting and very, very hot. Without taking her eyes from her girlfriend's eyes, Priscilla raised high her own skirt, opened her luscious thighs and they looked at her fat panty crotch (light blue, that day).

"I am wet, too!" she gasped at the big dark spot, then she smiled, took her friend's hand and put it on her most secret place. "Feel!"

This time the kiss was quite longer and sexual, as both girls cupped each other's tender mound with growing delectation whimpering sweetly. What a sight, two ravishing eight years-old, tiny blonde and brunette, sitting there with their skirts raised, open-legged, mouths glued, tightly embracing, their little hands on each other's sex over their panties, humming together... When they unlocked themselves Jeannie got up panting, took a step backwards and unhesitantingly lowered her panties taking them off, then all her clothes. She stood before her girlfriend smiling, gloriously naked, with no qualms about her own beauty. Then she softly leaned back on the carpet as she had formerly done before her mother, her little nipples pointy and hard, lying there offering all of her to enchanted Priscilla's gaze. Actually it was not the first time she had seen Jen naked, they had changed clothes together at the locker room or at home, but this was so very different! The little blonde sat there transfixed, ogling at her lovely schoolmate fully exposed before her, both nesting their palpitating pussies with a trembling hand.

"Now I'll show you how I did it..." whispered Jen, opening wide her exquisite legs. She took away her hand and her fat mound seemed to glow to Priscilla's gaze, the alluring pink slit pearly glistening. "Get nekidd too, silly, so's you can learn to do it too!" urged Jen. In a flash Priscilla complied, discarding all her clothes around and then stood hesitating before her reclining friend, should she join her at the carpet? but Jen told her to sit back again at the sofa, so they could fully look at each other. They were magnificent views, both of them...

As soon as Jeannie began to touch herself Priscilla copied her movements, her little tongue lolling out, breathing audibly, her blue eyes enormous with the eagerness of it, staring at each other and candidly moaning with new-revealed delight. Jeannie had some expertize now. Since the gates of pleasure had first opened for her it was like a barrier had been removed, she got the delicious feelings easily now at every touch. Priscilla was no slouch, she was getting abreast quickly and soon both little girls were really enjoying it, spurred by the lovely view of the other one's humid flushed sex being fondled, caressed, frigged, their silky tights opened at their widest, their legs thrashing about, their tight little puckered rosettes beckoning to each other, too. It was a divine symphony of first lust and discovery, the sight and sounds and the delicate scent of their aroused little vulvas powerfully working its further magic on them, a tender moaning, wailing crescendo of impending rapture... till they both shrieked in amazed ecstasy and collapsed with happiness, Priscilla actually rolling off the sofa in her convulsions of bliss...

That evening Carol got home to a joyful, spirited little Jeannie that clearly had some exciting news for her. Priscilla had left a while before, wary of meeting her girlfriend's mom right after the awesome things they had experimented together. While her mother refreshed herself, Jeannie sat at the good old sofa humming to herself and radiantly reliving it all. She giggled remembering how Priss, fast recovering from her first orgasm, had pounced on her howling with happiness, landing atop her to interlock their lovely naked bodies and tightly press her sweet mouth to hers in a long, ardent, breathtaking kiss (Priscilla was a fast learner, too). The feel of their hot naked skin close together was unbelievable, their little hands got eagerly active touching, seeking, caressing, loving, getting to know every inch of each other, they couldn't have enough of it. And soon, in a spontaneous, unplanned way, they were masturbating each other! moaning with blissful delight, fast learning how to give maximum pleasure to their delectable little pussies...

"Ooh, I'm all squashy again!" thought the reminiscing little girl with a titter.

"Jen, you look like the cat who ate a dozen canaries" said Carol sitting by her daughter wrapped in a light dressing gown, her nice-smelling long chestnut hair hanging still wet from the shower, looking very sexy. "Oh, Mom!" began the little girl, suddenly red-faced and looking down. Her mom took both her hands, smiling tenderly at her. "Let me guess, baby. Something beautiful happened... Priscilla?" The girl assented, smiling, and hugged her mother to whisper "I told her everything and we... I showed her and we... it was so extra-super-good, Mommy!" Carol hugged her back, misty-eyed, and they remained very close, quietly conscious of the growing warm of each other's body, not quite a mother-daughter embrace. Jeannie had in a single day graduated from her little-girl innocent hugs to a keen awareness of her mother's lovely body, particularly the firm full breasts now pressed against her, it seemed amazing she didn't notice them like this just two days before! Carol was softly caressing her daughter's back while she gazed with fond lust at the thighs exposed by the short school skirt and the so-pretty legs with their white socks, she kissed lightly her wavy hair and sighed hotly, "Now tell me everything, baby, I want to hear it all..." Jeannie lifted her eyes to her mother's, smiled and hid again her flushed faced, this time full against her breast; she raised tentatively a hand to touch it and with a timid voice, muffled by her mother's flesh, asked, "Mom?..." "YES, darling!!" The hot mom groaned at the feeling of her little girl's hand firmly on her tit over the house dress, her already hard nipples peaking even more. "Tell me!" she breathed, closing her eyes. "Weell, I was so wet, you know, telling Priss what you taught me, an' so I showed her how wet my panties had got an' then..." As she softly and excitedly recounted all that evening's wonders to her mother she was delightedly kneading the firm heavy breast she held, she discovered the pebble-hard nipple that boldly raised the thin gown and tenderly rolled it between thumb and forefinger making her mother sharply hiss, she was a natural. What with those touches and her girl's arousing narration Carol's lust was mounting swiftly, and she abruptly opened her dress' front exposing her luminous, big and red-tipped bare mammaries to her little girl's delighted eyes, carrying her hot hand firmly to her rotund naked flesh! They both moaned with the loveliness of it... Jeannie couldn't resist putting her lips to those raised, firm orbs, she didn't need any prompting, her pretty mouth began to wander all over them with tender butterfly kisses that soon became bolder and tighter on her mom's glossy tits, a moment later her pretty mouth was grazing a big ruby nipple, then engulfing it with ravenous eagerness making Carol cry out with joyous lust... after all that years Jeannie was back sucking at her mother's breast, only so different now! She allowed the little girl to take her time exploring and discovering all by herself how to love a woman's breast. She needed no teaching, Jen seemed to have been born to it, lovingly slurping and sucking on those big tasty nipples going from one to the other while massaging the torrid round flesh, her little girl's soft whimperings making the adult woman's blood boil with the wonderful perversity of it. She had completely opened her gown now, she was naked under it, and her fingers flew to her red-hot drenched pussy while her darling daughter sucked her nips as if she had a hunger that would never quit. Jeannie suddenly saw what her mom was doing and squealed with shocked excitement. "OH, MOM!! Let me SEE!!" She flopped down on the carpet in front of the woman, who threw aside her dress and stood wholly naked before her daughter. "Ooh, Mom... you are so BEAUTIFUL!" breathed Jen open-mouthedly. And she really was, a lovely woman of 28 with full curves, big firm breasts, magnificent ass and legs, a fat mound with a patch of black hairs carefully trimmed to bikini-size, now glistening with her juices... She smiled at her darling, her tits heaving with her rapid breath, the nipples like the nose of Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer (thought Jeannie) as she sat back down at the sofa and began to part her splendid thighs.

"Now to lesson two, my love..." she rasped. "Look at your mother, get to know all about a grown-up's pussy..." Jeannie was kneeling among her mother's widely separated thighs feeling their heat, devouring with her eyes the extraordinary novel landscape of a ripe adult cunt in full arousal freely hers to look at – and that lovely smell! she recognized it now, she had perceived that scent many times at her mom's bedroom, sometimes at the toilet, and sometimes at school too! She felt faint with new sensations. She wanted very much to touch that exciting-scary thing but didn't dare, and her mother didn't ask her to do it – a last line yet uncrossed. "Look, my love," groaned Carol, didactically self-manipulating her womanhood, "...This is my pussy, you so wanted to see it, don't you... My big labia here, mmm..., and here... here, the inner ones, so excitable... Look at all these juices! I'm flowing with your looking at me! It drips... Oh, God, this is so... AAH! Ohmygod, and here darling is my clit, so lovely to touch it, never forget... mmm, softly, is so delicate... Oh, Jeannie, look how I do it... so lovely you there looking... My little girl I love you love you," she was getting incoherent with lustfulness, beginning to shriek, "OOOH, Oh, Oh, I'm going to come oh shit I come... Oh God, now, aah! AAH... AAAAH LOVE YOU JEN I CUM I... CUM... N-NOW!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!"

Getting off wholly naked and open and shameless before her little angel's spellbound eyes was the hottest thing Carol had ever lived...

She knew they were ready now for the next lesson.

The mother rose with weak legs, her throbbing pussy and inner thighs running with her juices, hugged tightly her eight years-old daughter cupping her soft round bottom under her school skirt, leaned for a kiss full of promises on her exquisite little mouth, and taking her willing hand she lead her lovingly for the finishing course at her bedroom...