Perverts 'R' Us

As Told to The Purvv: Mollie's Story

By The Purvv ( M/F, F/F, m/f, inc, con )

Part One

The most important thing that your readers have to know is that my husband and I have a marriage that is totally built on honesty and trust. I realize that's what everybody strives for but by some miracle Bill and I have somehow found the right formula.

So it was that from early on in our marriage we began to discuss our thoughts and feelings about others. In turn, that led to fantasizing in bed with each other, painting scenarios of our having sex with some hot friends and co-workers.

Most importantly, as our two children grew up, our fantasies evolved into even wilder thoughts, at first only occasionally including them and later, as Bobby and Julie approached their teen years, we were totally into them with our nightly flights of our imagination. Indeed, it seemed as if on any given night, we always had a pair of either one or the other kid's panties or jockeys or both in bed with us, so that one of us could massage the garment into the nose of the other.

That we never acted on any of these fantasies until Rosemary was probably only because we didn't try to restrict each other from extramarital things. I know that sounds strange but we were both perfectly content that we had the other's permission. We were satisfied having sex with others simply through our nightly verbalizing to each other of our fantasies. This whole scene seemed to keep our sex activities energized. It also made each of us very aware that we were both sexual perverts, of the nice kind! With our nightly games of verbalizing while we played with each other and ourselves, it soon became apparent that we were both very open to sex. I think that we both actually hoped that the other would look for sex from another, male or female; though I don't think that either of us really thought the other would truly allow the fantasies about the kids to become an actuality.

I'm not sure what prompted us to cross the line of fantasy to reality; possibly it was because things were getting a little stale and the excitement of the real thing was something that we both were craving, but whatever the reason, once we stepped over that line it was BIG TIME!

You have to admit that we lasted a long time in not acting out any of our fantasies. Indeed we didn't stray outside our marital bed until our kids were almost teens. Bobby was 12 and Julie 11 but the time that I had my first encounter with our next door neighbor.

Rosemary was an astonishing looking girl; so beautiful that she actually seemed out of place to actually be a neighbor; looking more as if she should be a model. She was a statuesque was 5'11" black girl with pitch-black hair crowned with small braids decorated with beads, held up by a slender neck. The 22-year-old wonder had very dark brown eyes, almost black, large sensuous lips and a body made in heaven. Her skin color was a light cocoa brown color. Not only did this girl have the perfect hourglass shape but she had outstanding breasts (36C) to compliment her figure. Breasts that, strangely enough, have a feature that each girl in this revelation has; myself included: Hard protruding nipples! If I sound envious or her you'll know why when I later describe myself.

My neighbor had moved in over four years ago as a newlywed. Within two years, she and her doctor-husband had split up, leaving her with the house. About six months after that Bill and I couldn't help but notice that the only friends that we saw Rosemary with, were all girls; and occasionally we would notice hand-holding, an arm around a waist and a couple of times we caught a little kiss between her and a friend.

Rosemary worked in town and I only got to see her on weekends during the summer months, in our back yard. She was an overly friendly type and we were as close as neighbors could be without actually calling ourselves friends.

It was in the spring of my seduction that I not only felt for sure that this beauty was into girls, but it was becoming more and more obvious with each of our meetings that she wanted to experience my tiny body. At first she just seemed to be staring a little bit more intently into my eyes as we talked. Then I felt that she was actually trying to charm me, while at the same time I could sense her eyes wandering about my body. Soon I had fallen into this same mode and I was looking at her as I had never looked at any woman before.

Hints were dropped by each of us. She picked up on mine and usually threw a comment back which would indicate that she would be willing, but I could never get up the nerve to actually say anything that would confirm my willingness; simply because I wasn't sure that I was willing.

It was on a hot August day that I knew for sure in my head that I was going to cross that line, though the actual day was a month away. I was kneeling at my flower garden when my neighbor came out of her back door and moved back out towards where I was. It was rare for Rosemary to sunbathe in her yard, but on this Saturday, she came out in a bikini; every bit as hot as the July sun.

I actually caught my breath at the sight of her walking with the gait of a model. Beautiful smooth black skin barely covered by those two tiny pieces. Her breasts looked so awesome and my eyes were riveted to those damned nipples pushing through the bra cups.

She and I exchanged pleasantries and I know that she realized my 'infatuation' or whatever it might have been. I was smitten with the looks of this black beauty. Soon she lay on her outdoor lounge chair, and stretched out. For the next few hours, I was in and out of the yard. Each time I was outside my eyes never failed to stray to that body.

I noticed that my husband also seemed to come outdoors a lot more than was his usual way; always with a lame excuse and always with eyes flashing over to our neighbor. A couple of times he shook his head at me as if to say, "Can you believe THAT?"

That night in bed, Rosemary was the only topic of our sex talk. We had fantasized about her in the past, but that was almost always with Bill making love to her. It was over a year since I first voiced my suspicions to him that she was a lesbian. Maybe it was because she was so beautiful but he never seemed to even accept that possibility.

Now in the dimly lit bedroom as we lay naked together we were talking about her and he had just said, "God Moll, every time I was out there I couldn't stop from looking. That girl has to have the most perfect ass that I have ever seen. I swear that if I could she would be the first girl that I'd be unfaithful to you for. I'd love to run my tongue up in the crack of that beautiful ass and I swear that I'd lap into her asshole."

Between his words, describing what he wanted to do with her and my thoughts of putting myself in the place that he described, I know I was wet. I put my hand down between my legs and started to rub within that moisture.

"Mmmmm, me too," I whispered, which seemed to take my husband by surprise.

He rolled toward me and moved his own hand down over mine to assist me. Tonight, he apparently wanted to get into my fantasy; Rosemary had him that far gone.

"You'd do it too, Moll…your tongue up that sweet ass, licking at that brown hole, making her moan…"

His fingers took over from mine as I rolled beneath him and the heat and the fantasy and all of the years of fantasizing finally came to a head. I knew that this didn't have to be a dream. She would have me if I would have her.

"Nnngg, yeah Bill I want to, I'm - - I will - - Bill, I'm going to do it with her. I'm going to eat her out, have her cum in my mouth so I can taste those juices. Ohhhhhh, yeah, Bill, Bill, yeah sweetheart rub, nnng, Oh Bill I'm going to have her fuck me too!!!!"

I'm sure at that point the whole picture was vividly displayed in his head and I think that he somehow knew what I was saying would soon be coming a reality. His fingers were plunging into me simulating a cock and spasms erupted within me as I pictured that black pussy before me. I ate it!!!!! And soaked his frantic fingers.

Part Two

I had made a decision. If she would have me, I would dare to my first bi-sexual encounter. Yet at that point I wasn't 100% sure that Rosemary was a lesbian. Sure everything pointed to that but it was never actually confirmed.

Early on the following morning the clouds rolled overhead and the sky opened up. No hope to catch her outside soaking up the sun, yet I was suddenly determined to move forward, albeit nervously.

Bobby and Julie were in the living room watching cartoons and Bill was still sleeping as I finished my second cup of coffee. I had thought it over long enough, time to stop procrastinating. I took a deep breath, stood up from the chair and looked in on the kids. Was my mind playing tricks because I was in such a mental state or did I actually catch Bobby looking up his sister's crotch as he sat on the floor by the couch where she was sitting?

My mind was so consumed with wanting to go over to Rosemary's house that when Bobby immediately stood and sat in the nearby rocker, I immediately dismissed what I thought I had seen.

"I'm going next door to see Rosemary for a while. If you father wakes up, let him know. I'll be back in a little while."

"Okay mommy," Bobby responded. Julie continued looking at the TV as if she hadn't heard me.

Those next few hours with my gorgeous neighbor were the start of four consecutive weekends that I visited her. I almost felt the fool because it was soon pretty obvious that she was playing a cat and mouse game with me. There wasn't any more doubt in my mind as to her being a lesbian. I would have suspected that because of that she would have been the predator, but strangely enough just the opposite was happening.

I guess upon thinking about it, it kind of made sense. After all, lesbian or not, Rosemary was simply a drop dead gorgeous girl, and couldn't help but know it. As soon as she detected that I wanted to 'taste the forbidden fruit' she became the one with the power. Over those few weeks our friendship blossomed and if ever there was a cat and mouse situation, ours was it. By the end, I wanted her desperately and she knew it. She had me confessing my darkest secrets and fantasies. I would have told her just about anything if I could have ended up in bed with her. Yet I never was able to ask her.

She got me to confess of the fantasy games Bill and I played, and had me confess my fantasies, even those I never knew I had. I don't know how she got me to say some of those things, because I don't think I ever thought about some until she asked me. Yet I told her these heretofore unknown fantasies. Hell, I guess I would have told her anything if I thought it was what she wanted to here.

During this time I actually found myself confessing that I wanted to see my son's cock. And then I was telling her how I wanted to suck it. I was even fantasizing about my 11-year-old daughter, for crissakes!!!

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It was on the Sunday and the following day was Labor Day. As had been happening I had gone over and spent a couple of hours. Bill and I were going to be having a cookout around 5 and I asked Rosemary if she would like to join us. She accepted.

Around 4 o'clock while my husband and I were setting up the chairs and the grill, Rosemary made her entrance through her back door. She was wearing that same bikini that had gotten Bill and I so excited a month earlier. And she looked every bit as good. Her sepia body had a sheen of moisture, drawn from her pores by the hot sun, and gave her the look of a bronze goddess.

For the next few hours, light talk, some with hinted sexual overtones, was spoken between the three of us. We ate, sipped some wine, joked and looked each other over with a sudden awareness that something was close to happening.

After dinner, Bobby and Julie were in and out of the pool, splashing each other while in, chasing each other when out.

I don't know if it was the intoxication of Rosemary, or the consumption of wine, or the heat or all of the above, but I swear that at times both Bill and I were looking at our own kids young bodies with more than a parent-child eye. I actually saw my husband's gaze home in on our little girl's ass in her nothing bikini bottom and it made me feel 'funny'. And yes I have to admit that I found myself on more than one occasion trying to decipher the lump in my little boy's crotch. It was amusing one time when I was able to pull my attention from Bobby's cock that I saw that Bill had been watching me ogle my son, and when I looked I saw that my husband was hard as a rock, I guess just thinking about me looking at Bobby.

Both my husband's and my eyes were also eating Rosemary alive, whenever we knew that the kids weren't paying attention.

It was the weirdest night that either of us had ever had outdoors.

At about 8'clock the kids went into the house. I swear that all three of us grown-ups watched one or the other youngsters with thoughts none of us would be eager to share with the other. I was feeling funny in the head from a few too many sips of the grape.

As much as my husband was enjoying looking at our neighbor's body, there was a movie coming on HBO that he and the kids had been waiting for all week, and he was anxious to go inside.

"Want to watch it with us," he asked Rosemary.

In the dusk I watched those exotic eyes circle the yard, look at Bill, then at the house, then at me.

She smiled and said, "Thanks, but no I don't think so. As a matter of fact I'm looking forward to a movie on Showtime 9 o'clock."

"Ah, okay," Bill said as he started shuffling where he stood.

Then as if it was a brand new thought she added, "How 'bout you Moll? Want to come by me and watch it??

I hadn't expected this and was confused; the liquor couldn't have been helping.

"I guess - - I don't know - - will - - "

She smiled at my fluster, and I couldn't help but be sucked in by that smile.

"C'mon Moll. We can finish this bottle of wine. Hell, you can stay over tonight, why don't you? You don't have any work tomorrow, do you?"

"N-no…" I admitted, still not sure of myself. This wasn't anything that Bill or I usually did. In fact I couldn't remember the last time we didn't sleep together. I looked at him and I know that I saw a glow. The son of a bitch knew what was going to happen and stupid me was my old naïve self. But that something in his face finally alerted me.

I think I actually gasped at the realization and I added, "Uh, okay, if it's no bother."

I saw Rosemary and my husband look at each other and a look of understanding laced with amusement passed between them.

He started moving and said, "Okay I don't want to miss this hon, I'm going in with the kids. Are you gonna go to Roe's and stay?"

I was still suffering from surprise. I nodded my head, and then he shrugged his shoulders and headed toward the house. As soon as the door closed behind him I turned to confront her. Her eyes met mine in a way that spoke volumes. After a good thirty seconds she put out her hand palms up, in effect asking for mine. Tentatively, I placed my hand in hers.

Our eyes still intent on each other's, she spoke, "Do you really want to see a movie?"

I swallowed. This was it. I lowered my eyes, looking down at the ground; not ashamed, but not comfortable in admitting what I wanted. I shook my head, then suddenly felt her squeeze my hand, and then lead me toward her house. I let myself be led and glanced at her. That gorgeous smile was on her face.

At her door, she stopped and she turned me to face her. The dusk was rapidly turning to darkness but there was more than enough light to see. No face had ever looked as beautiful to me.

I am under 5 feet tall and Rosemary towered over me. To my shock and pleasant surprise I watched anxiously as her face lowered itself and while I felt her hands at my ears I watched her luscious lips parting as they descended. The tingling that I felt in my crotch, followed by the wet feeling told me that I had leaked my juices into my panties. I opened my mouth to accept hers and her breath took away mine.

My body was actually trembling as our lips sucked at each others. My hands had just started to move around her waist to her back when she pulled away.

"Inside lover," she whispered then added, "said the spider to the fly." My heart was racing.

Part Three

That night proved to be the most enlightening night of my life; Bill's too, as you will soon see. Not only did I have my first bi-sexual experience but through Rosemary's many comments, questions and observations, I found out more about myself than I ever imagined.

There wasn't anything particularly romantic that happened from the time we went into her house until we were in bed together. From the time that I agreed that I was staying the night with her there was no doubt but that I would be feeling female hands and lips and would be touching and tasting her.

Rosemary filled my glass with wine and simply excused herself to freshen up. After a brief shower she came back down, wearing a robe.

I had been sitting on her couch as she joined me. I was about to take another sip of the wine when she stood in front of me, reached out with her hand and stopped mine from putting the glass to my lips. I looked up into her face and she said, "Why don't we have this upstairs in my bed?"

I hesitated, still unsure of myself and she added, "You go up and take a shower and then go into my bed? You know where the bath and bedroom are, right?"

I nodded nervously and she gently took the glass from my fingers. Then I stood and headed to the shower on slightly wobbly legs.

After the shower, I hurriedly patted myself dry. I was unsure of myself and decided to put my panties and bra back on. Then I slipped from the bathroom to the adjacent bedroom. Rosemary still hadn't arrived so I hurried in and made a quick decision. I again undid my bra and pushed my panties back down my legs, and then stepped from them.

I slipped under the cover just as she arrived with the half-empty bottle of wine and our glasses. She placed the bottle and her glass on the night table at her side of the bed and handed me my glass, which was half-full.

She stood upright again and looked down at me. Did I catch a look of amusement?

I watched eagerly, waiting to see this magnificent beauty's body, only to be somewhat disappointed because it was only about ten seconds from the time that she allowed the robe to drop off her shoulders until the time that her body was beneath the covers with mine; surely not enough time to appreciate the beauty. In those ten seconds, I barely had time to steal a glance at her bushy pussy.

However, once she was in the bed I got to see her beautifully developed bosom, as she moved the cover so that we were both exposed from the waist up. I had never seen such large aureoles: they were captivating me. Her nipples were not quite as protruding as mine (nobody's are!) but they were outstanding, nevertheless. I could feel her body's heat radiating to mine. I was also fascinated that she apparently didn't shave under her arms; a rare sight for me.

I nervously took a sip of wine, and I think my hand may have been shaking. She reached out with both hands and gently held my wrist with one and took the glass from me with the other. She then placed the glass next to hers on the night table and with her other hand she brought mine toward her, guiding it to her chest.

My heart was again racing as I knew that I would be sexually touching a female for the first time. AND I WANTED TO, BADLY!

Rosemary and I were both lying on our sides by then, facing each other. As she led my hand to her breast, her eyes looked deeply into mine. I wanted to scream. I had never touched a girl before.

Then my hand started to cup her hot flesh and I felt that nipple pushing into my palms. Rosemary mmmmm'd and her exotic eyes fluttered. I hadn't even been aware of her movements so I was shocked when I felt her other hand move onto my pussy mound, sending electric charges throughout my body.

"Ahhhhh." The sound that came from my throat was automatic.

"Your pussy wanted this, didn't it?"

"Yes," I answered in a whisper.

Rosemary's fingers moved magically over my pussy in a way that none had before, not mine, not Bill's. These were the fingers of female experience. I opened my legs to give her easier access to do with me as she wished. At the same time I moved my free hand to her other breast and was eagerly squeezing these wonderful mounds of flesh. As she continued to move her hands between my legs I moved both of my hands to one breast and then leaned forward to feed it to my lips. Her nipple seemed to be begging to be sucked and I was eager to oblige.

Another "mmmmm" pushed out from between her lips and her free hand moved gently within my hair to hold me to her flesh as my mouth hastily licked and sucked forbidden female flesh. The fingers of her other hand moved deftly over my quivering thighs, to my pussy, over my lower belly, to my hips, and outer thighs before moving back inside and starting all over. The sensations that Rosemary was causing was not like any I had ever felt.

Then her finger moved into my pussy, rubbing gently within the moistened slit using a slow gentle up and down motion, and then sliding to my clit, where it was joined by a couple of other of her long articulate fingers. I pulled my mouth from her breast as my body reacted without thought. I gasped at the excited feeling.

"Your pussy is really excitable, Moll."

"Ummmm."

"Your pussy likes to be touched, doesn't it?"

"Ummmm, yeah, ooooooh."

My hips were moving of their own volition, caused by the stimulations from her fingers. In fact, I was gently fucking her hand. As Rosemary's experienced hand played with my pussy, she bent forward and her delicious mouth moved onto mine, her lips playing tenderly with mine.

Suddenly, her hand was no longer there, her fingers had deserted me. My hips were rolling, pushing forward in search; to no avail. I was feeling a sense of panic. My pussy was still tingling, craving her touch.

Then I felt her hand grab mine again and bring it down between my legs. She whispered hotly into my mouth, "There you are, that's what you want. Your pussy is so hot…I love it….get it hotter for me…"

I was in no condition to argue. The wine had broken the original barrier and her whole sexual being had opened me up. Finally, her hand had worked me into such a state that my mind was being ruled by sex. My pussy needed!

As I've done so many times in my life I began to work my hand over and around my clit, playing within the moistened slit, rubbing the outer lips, working myself up into a tight explosive ball. I was gently moaning.

"Your pussy likes that hah?"

"Yeeeeah…"

"You like to play with your pussy…"

"Yeah…Oh, yeah… I-I nnngg do…"

My hips were pushing and pulling again. I was nearing completion. I didn't care at that point if she saw me get myself off. I only cared that it happened.

Suddenly Rosemary's hand moved back down and clutched mine tightly; in effect stopping my hand from moving. I had no idea what she was doing or why but only knew that I wanted to finish and that I was close. I still managed to keep my fingers jumping within my slit.

Then panic! Rosemary forcefully pulled my hand completely off my pussy and brought it up to our faces, holding it in a vice like grip.

She was half smiling as her face searched mine, watching my reaction. I'm sure that I must have had the look of a trapped animal. I felt frantic.

"Easy baby, easy…"

"Roe, what are you…I gotta…why did you stop…?"

"Shhhhh, it's okay, Moll. Slow down…Calm down, hon…"

At the same time her full lips were again pecking upon my mouth, then my cheek, and back to my mouth.

As I started to calm she released my hand. Immediately I tried to move it back so that I could finish myself off, but she again stopped me.

My breathing was beginning to return to normal as she pulled back a little and we simply lay on our sides facing each other. When it got to where I didn't feel as if I was going to implode, she smiled softly and then her hand moved downward again, this time simply resting on my inner thighs. That hot touch alone was enough to arouse my senses again.

"You sure do get excited, hon," she said.

I nodded. "Yeah. Sometimes I think I like that more than sex."

"You masturbate a lot?"

"Just about every night. Some nights more, if Bill doesn't do anything."

"Does he masturbate you too?"

Strangely, her questions seemed normal and didn't bother me.

"Sometimes. We have an interesting marriage."

"I know," she said, which caught me off guard.

"What does that mean?" I asked, more from curiosity than from being affronted.

From that point on, I found out that the sexual timing of a skilled lesbian cannot be matched.

About that time, the 'glow' was just about to wear off when Rosemary's hand moved over my pussy lips again, causing me to once more catch my breath as the light was rekindled, but not brought to a full flame.

To say that it is highly recommended to experience the touch would be an understatement. If I had the power to, I would demand that every girl come under the spell of a practiced female, even if only once in one's lifetime. The pleasurable results cannot be explained.

"You and Bill are pretty open, aren't you?"

Those long brown fingers were stroking and petting, always keeping me heated but never allowing me to boil over. I was not quite catching my breath at all times but I never felt as if I had any air in my lungs. She momentarily leaned over, sucked on my lips for a few seconds and then retreated.

"Yeah, I guess…I, er don't…"

"I don't forget. I remember…"

I was confused, partly from the wine, partly from the conversation.

"What…? I'm not sure…"

"About a month ago - - you let slip about you guys fantasizing in bed, remember?" I was a little embarrassed, but nodded my agreement. She added, "I do too."

Rosemary moved her hand just a little more warmly over my slit as she seemed to come closer to me, as close as we could be without touching. The heat radiated from her body and I could feel it on mine. As her hand continued keeping me alive her mouth moved at mine, pecking, talking, murmuring…hot…hot…

"You guys fantasize about me hah…?"

I wasn't sure if I should tell her but she had me as such a worked-up state that I probably would have confessed to murder if she asked me to do so.

"Yeah…sometimes…"

"What we're doing now?"

"Um-Hmmm, yeah."

"Bill fucking me…?"

"Ohhh, - - yeah…"

"Eating me…?"

It was almost as if I was doped up, I was so worked up. I was gazing into her hot face. God, she was such a beauty! "Uh…" My hips started to roll and her hand stopped; once more just resting on my pulsating pussy lips; I had become just a little too much for her to control and she needed me not so worked up.

"Who eats me? You or Bill?"

"B-both…sometimes me, sometimes him…"

"He's hot for me too, hah?"

"Yeah, he is…"

"You guys talk about my pussy?"

"Yeah…"

"What else…"

"Your ass. You have such a beautiful ass, Roe…"

"You fantasize eating that too?"

I swear when she asked that I creamed again. Or maybe the feeling was just a stronger tingling from her fingers starting to move within my clit once more.

"Nnnngggg yeah, we do….both of us…want…it…"

"You like my ass a lot…"

"Yeah."

"So does your husband. Not only mine but Julie's too hah?"

My hips were starting to gently roll again, but suddenly stopped. Her comment almost sobered me up but somehow they didn't break through to decency.

"I…I don't…I don't think… Why do you say that?"

"I watch you guys," she said gently. Once again, her hand was working with a little insistence, causing further sensations. "Bill looks at Julie's body…just like you look at Bobby's."

I froze, even in my excitement. I realized what she said was true, but I had never even discussed that with Bill in our fantasizing. How could Rosemary possibly know? And what was she talking about Bill looking at Julie?

I was actually a little frightened that my secret was exposed, and was going to deny it when her long, brown middle finger moved from within the crack and pushed into my pussy's waiting, grasping hole.

"Ahhhh, oh, yes, Roe I … nnnnngggg," Wooo, sensations were flowing within.

"You look at Bobby's cock, don't you Moll?" Her mouth was now whispering hotly into my ear as her finger gently fucked within my pussy.

"Mmmmmm."

"Tell me, Moll…What do you look at? Why? What do you want?"

She was finger-fucking me a little faster now. She was so expert with her hand. My pussy was fucking back at her as my hips were once more pushing forward and pulling back.

"Bobby's cock…I want to taste it…"

"What else? Hurry, tell me…" Stroke...stroke...

"I want to suck it….fuck him…OHHH, Roe I want my son to fuck me….!!!!"

"It's okay that Bill fucks Julie too, hah?"

"Yes, yes, oh oh AHHHHH!" I was pushing and pulling and I wrapped my hands around her, my tiny breasts rubbing against her full sized ones. Her fingers were bringing me to a conclusion, and I was exploding within every fiber of my being.

Part Four

As the excitement subsided, I lay back on her bed, on my back. Rosemary remained on her side with her elbow on the mattress and her cheek resting on her hand, which was holding her up. My breathing was starting to return to normal as were my other senses; particularly my sense of smell. What made this whole night so different, so infectious was the aroma permeating about us. It was definitely the smell of sex, but so much more. My first female lover reeked of a wild odor that I've never encountered; probably brought on by the unshaven armpits and bushy pussy, which I'm sure was moistened by her own juices. To be sure, I'd never had a lesbian affair but I swear this aroma itself was so intoxicating that it alone would have drawn me into the abyss of lust.

Rosemary's free hand moved back onto my chest, rubbing the flesh of my breast and gently tugging at my hard, elongated nipple. I'm normally very sensitive but this was unbelievable. She pulled and tweaked as she leaned her face over mine. My breathing was quickly increasing as she brought me along.

I sensed that we were moving into an area that I had only fantasized about. My eyes looked into hers and saw the same hunger that I was feeling. My nipples felt so tight, almost painful, as her hand moved from one to the other. I looked down at her breasts, fascinated at the fullness of the light brown flesh. Her nipples were a dark purplish brown and seemed as long as long as mine now. She was undoubtedly as aroused as I was.

I reached down and cupped both of her breasts and she gasped. Her eyes bore into mine and suddenly she was plunging her hot mouth on mine, her tongue firing into my mouth and frantically working within.

Passionate moans were automatically emanating from both of us and my hands instinctively fled her flesh to move behind her head and to pull her face fiercely into mine. My whole body was alive again. Mouth worked on mouth, lips worked on lips and tongues worked on tongues. At the same time, her hand was pinching and tweaking at my nipples. I was so hot!

I was holding her so tightly that she almost had to struggle to tear her mouth from mine, but immediately she began to lap at my chin and cheek momentarily, before moving onto my neck and start descending. I was partially gasping for air from the sexual excitement.

As her hands squeezed and tweaked, her long tongue licked over my chest. My hands at the back of her head were guiding her. Her mouth was over the flesh of my breast causing the wild sensations that I could feel increasing. Finally, she captured breast and nipple in her hot mouth and she suckled and licked. At that time, her fingers moved into my pussy area again and I eagerly parted my legs.

I groaned from my depths as her teeth gently bit down at the fleshier part of my breast and then she slowly teethed herself back on the skin until it snapped out of her mouth. The feeling was wild. Again she moved her mouth upon the breast, while at the same time her expert fingers were working inside my churning pussy. My whole body was twitching from the excitement.

My lover finally slipped her mouth from my breast and started to shift position. My excitement was at a level never before reached as she began working her mouth down over my body while at the same time turning hers around, one step at a time. I knew that she would soon be kissing and tonguing me, but I think it was the forbidden act that I would soon be doing that was causing my excitement. Each movement of her body made me more and more aware of what I was about to do.

Her body was soon by mine, her hips alongside my face; she was facing the opposite direction. I felt her mouth moving slowly, teasingly over my belly as her fingers continued working within my moist pussy. Whatever movements my body was making (and there were many) were not being directed by my brain.

I could smell her female being. I looked over at her glorious bush and I breathed in; I don't know how I got so worked up and perverted but damn, I wanted to eat her pussy, as much as I ever wanted anything in my life. I reached out and moved my hands into the vee, and heard her groan. That seemed to be the signal to her that I was as willing and eager as she was.

She again moved; this time lifting her leg so that she could straddle me, on her knees, one on each side of my sides at chest level. I stared with wonder at her hairy pussy, and breathed in deeply, hungrily gasping to draw in that fantastic aroma. It wasn't enough. I wanted more. I wanted to taste her.

Almost in unison, each of our mouths plunged into the other's pussy. Each of us was kissing. Each of us was breathing and sucking. I pulled back a moment and saw the hood about her clitoris begin to retract, exposing a very pink clit that was about the size of the tip of my little finger; so much larger than mine.

I suddenly felt her tongue move inside me and my hips thrust up with a vengeance. Her tongue seemed at that moment to be the length of a snake and it worked inside me as if it were one. As she was working me into another frenzy, I continued licking about her pussy, from its top to its bottom, then back, then again, over and over tasting this wonderful girl-flesh which was lubricated quite copiously.

As the outer lips of her pussy swelled and opened, her coral inner workings were beautifully exposed, along with the tight little ring of her anus. I pulled back to look again at this magnificence that I was tasting and was struck at the beauty of that brown ass. Out of my mind with lust, I cupped Rosemary's ass cheeks and moved my thumbs into the lovely crack. Then I spread her there because I desperately wanted to lick and taste that length.

"Ahhhhh!" She had to momentarily pull her mouth from my pussy to utter that, and then she plunged right back into me.

We were both churning our hips and moving up and down. I know that my insides were in a passionate frenzy that I couldn't control and I guess that she was feeling these same explosions.

Spasms started to grip me. I was in a continuous roll-and-push with my body, and I shot my tongue once again into her tasty pussy. She was frantically fucking my face as I sensed that she was cumming. I lapped at all of her delicious juices as I felt myself exploding within.

I was cumming over that awesome tongue working within me and I swear that my pussy was clenching it, trying to hold it in me forever, but couldn't. Rosemary was pushing it in and about and licking within me in circles and I was following her lead with her pussy.

Afterward she had moved off me and moved up alongside of me. I could smell and see myself on her mouth and I'm sure that the same was true for her. She leaned over and turned out the light, and then turned back to me; we cuddled. I moved closer, and we began kissing and licking and pecking each other, cleaning each other's mouth of all traces of our own flavor.

We didn't go right to sleep; instead acting like two lovers. Indeed, we talked half the night away and even fantasized in some of the same ways that I did with my husband. This talking and fantasizing crystallized some thoughts that I had been avoiding and had left buried unborn in my head until that night.

In the darkness, with Rosemary sometimes stroking and kissing (which seemed to help me be totally open) I came to the realization that I wanted sex with my son, I wanted Bill to have sex with our daughter Julie and I might even want to be the one teach my little girl. What was even wilder was that somehow, Rosemary had interjected herself in some of these thoughts and I agreed to consider allowing her access to my daughter, if Bill and I ever actually acted out any fantasies.

She had me on the edge so much that night that when I was like that, I would have agreed to just about anything…and I guess that I did.

The End