Pam: Part 3 (her first time with a woman…or two)
Ashley kisses Pam again as June’s hands works slowly at her waistband. Pam lifts her hips, shy but obedient, letting them slide off. She makes a soft, embarrassed noise as her panties come into view.
Her panties are damp—nearly soaked—like never before.
June grins, gaze flicking between Ashley and Pam, sparks in her eyes. “Fuck. You’re so wet already, Pam.”
Pam covered her face with her hands. “Aww…Don’t say that—!”
Ashley pull her hands down gently. “Let us see you. Let us show you how beautiful this is.”
And then she leans down, trailing kisses across Pam’s belly, inching lower, yet still taking her time—teasing, never rushing. June kneels on the floor now, between Pam’s legs, begins kissing up Pam’s inner thigh, slow and reverent, as though worshipping a sacred goddess.
Pam’s fingers clenches into the couch cushion. Her mouth opens in a silent cry.
“You okay?” Ashley asks, stroking her hair.
Pam nods frantically. “Y-yes, yes. Just…I’ve never been touched like this…by a woman…let alone two women—I mean—two women as sexy as you two…”
“You’re doing perfect, sweet girl,” Ashley whispers. “We’ll go as slow as you need.”
June looks up, lips just a breath away from Pam’s dripping wet pussy, its enchanting scent drawing her closer. “What do you say that I have a taste, hmm?”
Pam bites her lip, followed by a barely audible “…please.”
Ashley holds her, steadying her with arms and words, while June finally leans in and kissed her—low, soft, and slow—like a secret she was learning by heart.
Pam cries out. It wasn’t loud—but it was real.
From across the room, Kaori exhals, hand now casually stroking Riley’s thigh. Riley has completely forgotten their pie’s existence.
“Damn,” Kaori murmurs. “This is going to be a long, sweet night.”
And Pam, trembling, wide-eyed, already beginning to tremble under the weight of her first orgasm from a woman—and, indeed, perhaps her first real orgasm—can only gasp: “Please don’t stop.”
Ashley shifts her weight, grounding herself more firmly on the couch, and with a soft laugh she tugs her blouse the rest of the way open. Her breasts spill free—full, heavy, warm, bouncy.
Pam freezes for half a second, eyes wide, almost disbelieving. “Oh,” Pam breathes. “Wow…”
“Yup, exact same thing I said when I first saw ‘em.” June chuckles. “Mine aren’t small, but Ashley’s are gigantic.”
Ashley cups one of her own tits and guides it gently toward Pam’s mouth. “You don’t have to be shy,” she purrs. “You can touch. You can taste. All yours, baby.”
Pam pauses just long enough for the anticipation to sting. Then she leans in, lips parting, taking Ashley into her mouth with an uncertain little moan that turns into eagerness almost instantly. She sucks on Ashley’s nipple, tentative at first, then a little stronger, hands coming up as if on instinct to hold Ashley in place.
Ashley exhales, low and satisfied. “That’s it…yeah. You’re doing so good.”
June can no longer resist the temptation. She leans closer from the opposite side, grinning, and latches onto Ashley’s other nipple, playful and hungry, flicking her tongue just to make Ashley gasp. June laughs softly against Ashley’s porcelain-like skin, then lifts her head long enough to kiss Pam—slow at first, then deep, messy, full of shared breath and heat.
Pam whimpers into the kiss, overwhelmed but glowing, her body softening—like she’s finally giving herself permission to want.