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Neighbors

Chapter 3

by The Razor’s Edge

Bonnie

God, I was horny. I still couldn’t believe what happened with Brandy and Kayla. I barely made it through the day without masturbating. It was time for bed. I decided just to wear panties and a silky top. I wanted to be sexy. I fastened only one button on the top. I purposely tousled my hair. Sexy lingerie, perfumes, creams or lotions never turned Mark on. Panties and silk; those were his favorites.

Mark was reading. He looked up as I left the bathroom. His eyes brightened, his smile widened. His expression showed a silent “wow”. I knew I still had the “stuff” to turn him on and tonight I was determine to strut that stuff. My sheer panties were still moist from the afternoon. I needed to tell him the story about our little girl, Kayla and me. I needed him hard tonight. I wanted sex. No, I wanted more than sex. I needed to be naughty; to abandon all pretense. Raw fucking sex; that’s what I wanted tonight.

“Whatcha ya reading?” I asked Mark, seductively.

“Anais Nin. Little Birds.”

I stood beside the bed on his side. I leaned over to look at the book. My top opened. I knew he could see my tits. “Isn’t she the erotic writer?” I asked; “the author that was way ahead of her time; the woman that wrote about sex with kids?” He turned to me and smiled.

“Yeah, that’s her.” He put the book down. “Her stories make me hot.”

“Oh, my,” I giggled, “is little Markie hot? That’s nice ‘cause your little Bonnie is hot too. And ya know what? I’ve got a story that’ll make you even hotter. But it’s a secret. You can’t tell anyone.” I cooed. I loved teasing him. I was merciless.

“You don’t need to tell me a story. The way you’re dressed is all I need, baby.” He looked me over. “I love your panties. I love your tits.” He reached over and ran his finger over my panty covered pussy, probing gently through the silky material.

“Mmmm. Oh, you like my top and panties, eh?” I teased. “Maybe ya wanna take my picture?

He was surprised. “Yeah? You’d really let me?”

This was another first. Mark never had taken sexy pictures of me before. I tried my best sultry voice. “Ooooh, you want to do it?” I teased. “You’re naughty. Who ya goin’ to show the pictures to, hmmm? Ya going to post me on the internet?”

Again he reached up and played with my pussy. Then his finger crept inside my panties. “Such a beautiful cunt,” he whispered. “The whole world should see it.” I pushed my hips forward. My pussy wanted his finger inside. But it was no to be. He brought his finger to his lips and sucked. “Mmmm, you taste fantastic,” he cooed.

Mark got up from the bed. His cock was hard, tenting his boxers. I loved making him hard.

Mark had another idea. “Let’s not take pictures,” he said. “Let’s take a video instead, okay? Let’s go downstairs. You sit at the desk in your sexy top and panties. Do anything you want. I’ll record it. It’ll be fun. Put your glasses on. I want you to look nerdy. Tousle your hair a bit more. Look sexy, baby. Make your nipples hard.”

“Oooh, sounds like fun,” I whispered, breathless. We scrambled down the stairs to the den, both giggling like school-girls. Mark set up the video camera on the tripod and started the machine. I got my glasses and sat at the desk. I fired up the computer. I looked at him. I knew a porn site I wanted as a background. Mark didn’t know I sometimes watched porn. He probably did too, I thought, so there was no problem. He saw what I was doing. A slight look of surprise came over his face; then he smiled. “Do you watch porn often,” he asked.

“Sometimes,” I cooed, quietly, “when I want to finger-fuck myself. I … I really like the girl-on-girl sites,” I admitted, “especially when the girls look really young.” Mark released his cock from his shorts. He started jacking it, ever so slowly. I watched him quietly for a few seconds then put my hand inside my silky top, caressing my nipple. The camera was rolling. It didn’t take long before my nub was really hard. I looked right at the lens with my best pouty expression. I unfastened the button on my silky top but l didn’t reveal my tits. My nipples were poking hard against the satiny material. I leaned back in the chair and draped one leg over the arm. I revealed my panty covered pussy to the camera. My eyes closed. Gradually my other hand went to my pussy. I started rubbing up and down through the panties. Mmmmm. It felt so good, especially when I knew the camera was rolling. I knew I wanted to finger myself. I needed to. I put my hand down inside my panties. I fondled the moist folds of my pussy. The camera sound was on. I open my eyes and looked at Mark. Then I started to reveal the story of my afternoon. Both Mark and the camera were listening intently. My fingers were moving faster and faster as I spoke. I pulled back the material of my panties. My cunt was fully exposed to the world. Mark was now jacking his cock faster. We masturbated together. Then I told him how little Kayla was going to put the moves on him. I didn’t know how she was going to do it but I sure wanted to watch.

“Would you fuck her, baby?” I asked in my best sultry voice. “Would you stick your fucking rock hard cock into her little 11 year old cunt, baby? Mmmmm, I bet you’d really like that. I want you to do it, baby. I want you to fuck her. I want you to cum in her little hole. Mmmm, so nice.” My eyes closed as I fantasized Mark screwing little Kayla; shooting gobs of cum into her tiny slit.

His face became contorted. “Fuck, Bonnie, if you don’t stop I’m going to cum all over the carpet.” His voice told the whole story. He was on the verge. “You know I’d screw her. I want to screw her. She’s cute. I want to fuck them both … her and Brandy. You know that.”

“Yeah, I know baby. Mmmmm. And I want to watch. Fuck I’d love to see you take Kayla’s cherry. I’d love to see her suck your cock. Mmmm.” My fingers continued to move in and out …. mmmm, soooo good.”

Then it occurred to me. After a long, pedestrian sex life with this man, I had never really examined his rock hard cock. Yes, I had felt it. Yes, I had inserted it into my love hole. Yes, I had kissed it and sucked it. But I had never really examined this beautiful organ. Tonight was the night. Tonight I wanted to really study this magnificent organ that had given me such pleasure over the years.

“I want to look at your cock, baby,” I told him seductively. “Come over here. Let the camera roll.”

“You’ve seen it plenty of times,” he told me, still jacking.

“Yeah, I’ve seen it but I really want to explore it baby.” He walked over. His cock was as hard as I had ever seen it. It was in the camera’s view now. I took his beautiful organ in my hand. This was Mark, I thought. This was the root of my love; my desire. His prick was uncut but because it was so rigid the foreskin was way below the head. I first examined the shaft. The veins were fully exposed along the six inch length. I knew that blood was surging through the organ. I studied his balls, the sac his cum was ready to surge out of. They were tight against his shaft, ready to release. Then I studied the head; that beautiful, velvety, light purple source of all things pleasurable. This is what would enter my awaiting cunt first. I looked at how it was attached to the shaft. What an incredible organ, I thought. By now Mark was moaning.

“Fuck, Bonnie, I’m going to shoot, baby. God!”

I immediately released the organ. His passion subsided a little. It was the ultimate tease. I knew I was driving him crazy. He wanted to cum. I wouldn’t let him, at least not yet. I giggled. His hand went to the organ. I slapped it away. “Not yet, baby,” I ordered. What power I had over my lover; my cock. And it was my cock. It belonged to me; no one else. But I was willing to share, especially with Kayla and Brandy. But it was still mine.

His anticipation subsided slightly. “Mmmmm, baby, your fucking cock is beautiful,” I told him. “Jack it some more for me. I wanna watch you jack it.” His hand came down. He again grabbed the shaft. Gently he started moving his hand up and down again, very slowly. Again he was moaning.

“Fuck, Bonnie, I wanna cum. Oh fuck!”

“Not yet. I want to do something kinky; something different.”

“What? God, I’m fucking going to die here!”

I giggled. “Let’s go upstairs, again,” I instructed. Our bedroom faced opposite to Jan and Bob’s bedroom. When we got back to our bedroom I looked over to their window but I couldn’t tell if their light was on or not. I ran for the light switch. Our room became dark. Now I could see that their light was on but the drapes were closed. I went to our window. “Come with me,” I instructed Mark. He came to the window, his cock still rock hard and sticking out of his shorts at full attention. “Take off your shorts, baby.” He did. I opened our mini-blinds full. I knew no one could see because our room was dark. I looked out again. Jan’s drapes were still shut. Then I ran to the light switch again. The room became fully lit. Anyone looking in could easily see Mark standing there, his cock at full attention, completely naked.

I came up behind him. I reached around and started gently pumping his prick. He leaned back into me and moaned again. My voice was quiet; sultry. “See baby, all they would have to do is open their drapes and they’d see us. They’d get a full view of me jacking your fucking cock. Does it make you horny knowing that Jan could open her drapes at any minute and see your rock hard cock being jacked? Mmmmm, I’ll bet she’d really like to watch. I’ll bet she’d really like to watch me suck your fucking cock.”

My desire was building again. This was so erotic. I knew Mark wouldn’t last much longer. His legs were starting to stiffen. He wanted to cum so bad. Then I knew. I wanted to give him the absolute ultimate pleasure. He had given me so much over the years; unconditional love; compassion; thoughtfulness; a beautiful child; a home. Now it was my turn to give him something he really wanted. He wanted to so cum badly. Now was the time. I turned him a quarter turn. I got on my knees in front of that beautiful organ. I was submissive to him. I looked up at him.

My voice was very low; very sultry. It was time to tell him. It was what he really wanted. “I want you to cum in my mouth, baby. I’m going to suck you off right in front of Jan. I want you to spew your stuff down my throat, lover. Fuck my face.” I licked the head. Then I took him. He tasted sooo good. His cock was like I had never seen it before. I started moving my head back and forth; sucking and licking the underside of his shaft.

Marked moaned. He was not on this planet. He was away in his ultimate sexual fantasy. He didn’t cum right away. I released his shaft. “Yeah, baby,” I told him. “Yeah, fuck me in the face. Yeah, shoot your fucking cum in my mouth.” I again took his cock in my hand. I put my lips on the head. I jerked his shaft. Then it happened. His moan was almost a scream. Then I could feel it; the start of the ultimate sex act. His cum spewed, hard against the back of my throat. I kept pumping his rod. He kept shooting. Never in my dreams had I realized that Mark’s balls could produce such a copious amount of cum. I swallowed. He continued to shoot. I swallowed again. Finally he was finished. There was so much, I thought. Then my mind turned to the taste. It wasn’t as bad as I had expected. Actually, there was hardly any taste at all. The only thing I detected was a slight salty savor. The thing that was most arousing was the aroma. He smelled musky; sexy; cum drenched. I loved the smell. I didn’t want to the smell to go away. Now I was greedy. I wanted more. I took his organ from my mouth. I looked at it. It was shrinking slightly. Then I started licking the residue. The taste didn’t bother me. The smell was awesome.

I looked up at him again. “You like fucking my face, baby? You taste really good. I’m going to do this again.” I smiled at him and arose, folding into his naked arms. “You taste it too,” I told him. Then I kissed him, swirling my tongue against his. I broke the kiss.

He smiled. “I love fucking you anywhere, baby; your cunt; your face; your fucking asshole. Yeah, believe it, I want to fuck you up the ass.”

“Ummm, you will, baby. You will.” I glanced at the window again. Still no movement at Jan’s window. I was disappointed she didn’t see me take Mark’s cum in my mouth for the first time. “Let’s go to bed. Let’s give your balls a rest so they fill up again. Then you can fuck me anywhere you want to. Ummm, I can hardly wait.” We went to bed. I snuggled against him, the taste of his cum still in my mouth. Now I knew. Now I knew I loved all of this man; every inch; every smell; every taste.

Two days later I phoned Jan and asked her for afternoon coffee. She wasn’t home. I left a message on the answering machine. She called back after supper.

“Hi, Bonnie, it’s Jan. Just got your message. Sorry I wasn’t home.” Her voice was so low; so seductive.

“Hi, good lookin’,” I replied quietly. It seemed I was always horny now. Now I wanted her to know how sexy I really thought she was. I really did think she was pretty; sexy. “No problem. Doing anything tomorrow?” I asked, softly.

“No, why?”

“Just thought you might want to come for coffee tomorrow afternoon.”

“Okay.” Her voice was still sultry. “I wouldn’t turn you down again. How often do I get asked out on a date for coffee, even though it’s just next door?” she giggled. “Three o’clock okay?”

Yeah. A date I thought. “Perfect. See you then. Wear … wear something sexy.” Had I gone too far?

She was quiet for a second. “Why?,” she asked quietly.

“I … I don’t know,” I replied, still scared. I’d never said anything like that before. What had come over me? “I … I just think you’re … you’re sexy so you should wear something sexy, that’s all.”

Again she was quiet for a second. Her voice was very composed; seductive. “Okay, what do you want me to wear?”

I had to test her. I wonder! “A mini-skirt,” I giggled.

“Okay,” she answered, quietly. “You have to wear one too.” Then the bombshell. “And don’t wear a bra.” I was dumbstruck. I must have gasped. A few seconds went by. “You still there?” she asked, giggling.

It was almost unbearable to come up with the right words. I intentionally kept my voice low. I remembered the other morning when I wanted desperately to reach inside her robe and caress those beautiful, unencumbered tits. “Okay, I won’t,” I told her. “But you can’t wear one either then.”

Jan giggled. “You’re naughty, Bonnie. Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Bye.” I wondered if I’d sleep tonight in anticipation.

The next day she arrived right on time. I dressed nice for her. I brushed my hair so it was down. I put on makeup. I donned the shortest skirt I had. I wanted her to see all of my legs. I told Mark about Jan coming over and he discreetly took off with Brandy somewhere. Kayla went along too. I was alone. I was scared too. But I was excited. I hadn’t felt this churning in my stomach since I was a senior in high school.

I opened the front door. There she was. She was dressed nice too, in a mini and shirt. She had two buttons undone on the shirt. She looked sexy. Her dark hair gleamed. Her beautiful blue eyes sparkled. Those beautiful tits sagged ever so gently. She was beautiful. It was my turn. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. As soon as I hugged her I knew she wasn’t wearing a bra. Those beautiful orbs pressed into me. I squeezed her tight. I gave her a quick kiss. She smiled. I kissed her again, longer this time, but not too long. She smiled again. She was wearing the very slight scent of perfume.

“Thanks for coming.” I stepped back. “You look gorgeous. Ooooh, I love the skirt.”

She smiled again. “I … I just wanted to dress nice for you,” she admitted. She looked me over. “Your skirt is beautiful. I like short skirts. Where did you get it?”

“Would you believe Ross, on sale?” I smoothed my hands over the front. “It’s a little short, but Mark made me keep it.”

She gushed. “Well, he certainly has great taste. I’m glad he made you keep it. It’s soooo you!”

I could feel myself blushing, just like a school girl. My stomach still had butterflies. We went into the kitchen.

“Where’s Mark and Brandy?” she asked. Was she apprehensive? Did she want to be alone with me?

“Oh, they took off with Kayla somewhere. I don’t know where. Probably Home Depot or some romantic place like that,” I laughed. “I guess they didn’t want to hear us chit-chat about gossip-ee things.”

“Let’s take the coffee into the den,” I suggested. “It’s more comfortable.” I sat in the sofa chair, she sat on the sofa. She looked around. “This is cozy. I like this. I like the TV, stereo, and computer all in one place. Is this where Mark works, too?” Every once in a while I noticed her glancing at my legs. My skirt was way up on my thigh. I liked this. It was fun.

“Yep. We really don’t have room for a home office. Brandy is usually in school when he works and I try to keep out of his space during the day so it works out pretty good.” We chatted along. I kept glancing at her crossed leg too. Her skirt was slightly longer than mine but still short enough for me to be very interested. Her leg rocked ever so slightly. The movement was sexy. Her legs were gorgeous. How I wanted to reach out and touch her. The butterflies simply would not go away.

“Andrea is such a beautiful girl,” I commented during a lapse in conversation. “You must be very proud. It’s probably tough keeping all the guys away from her, eh?” She looked at me and smiled. Jan thought a minute before answering. A funny look came over her face. What had I said?

Finally she answered. Her voice was lower, more precise. “She claims she doesn’t like boys.”

“Really! At 13 girls usually begin to notice the opposite sex. She’ll come around soon, I guess. People develop differently.”

“Maybe. I doubt it though.” Again she was quiet. “I … I guess I wasn’t that clear. Andi claims she likes girls better than guys. You know, sexually.” I was a little taken aback, but I didn’t want to show too much surprise. I knew my eyes gave me away.

I thought a minute. “Really! Would … would she know that at 13?”

Jan looked serious. “You’re surprised? I didn’t mean to shock you, Bonnie. I was just stating a fact. That’s what she told me anyway.”

I was quiet for a second. I had to regroup. “Whew! That’s quite an admission from a 13 year old.” I needed a break, to collect my thoughts. “I need a glass of wine. Want one? I’ve got some Zinfandel chilling in the fridge.”

Jan was still serious. “Sure, that would be nice.” She followed me into the kitchen. I uncorked the wine and poured two glasses.

“It must have really surprised you when she told you. How did you take it?”

Jan took a sip. “Well, first it was a little shocking. I kind of rejected it as just a 12 year old not knowing what she was talking about. But later I thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad after all. Lots of people are ah, …lesbians. I wondered to myself if they really knew at that age. I mean when does a gay person really know? At least I consoled myself in the fact that if she was as lesbian then there would be less chance of her coming home pregnant or something. Maybe it was just a defense mechanism kicking in, I don’t know. I do know I’m comfortable with it now. That is if it’s true.”

“Does Bob know?”

“I don’t know. Bob is …is not very sexual, Bonnie. We’ve never discussed it.” I kind of got the feeling just then that Jan and Bob were not very compatible about sex and sexual issues. I just couldn’t put my finger on it but it seemed Jan was a little frustrated.

I needed to know more. I kind of liked this conversation. It was a little stimulating. I still felt the butterflies but now I felt a little twinge in my pussy; a little heat. “Do you … do you know if she’s ever been with anyone?” I asked hesitantly. “I mean, like another girl.”

Jan looked at me seriously. She was thinking quickly, I could tell. Her eyes were half closed. I think she wanted to keep talking about sex. “Yeah. I do. Um … she has.”

Now I was getting warmer. I took another sip of wine. We were leaning on the kitchen counter.

“Really! Do you know the girl?”

The look on Jan’s face changed dramatically. She was scared. Why, I wondered.

Jan looked like she was ready to cry. “I do.” The air was now charged. The conversation was quiet, in low tones but was getting erotic. Jan wanted to tell me confidences and I wanted to know them. It was like sisters telling each other their darkest secrets. I had never been in such a situation but I liked it. I think she trusted me.

“Jan, tell me, who is it?” I encouraged.

She hesitated a second. Then, “It’s …” Her voice trailed off. “It’s …it’s me.”

I was dumbfounded. I didn’t know what to say. A thousand thoughts went through my head, very quickly. Thoughts like “you lucky S.O.B.;” and “I wonder what she tastes like;” and “how did it start.” I just looked at her. I knew I looked shocked.

Her defense mechanism then just completely broke down. “You hate me, don’t you Bonnie? You think I’m a freak?” Her head went to her hands. She started to sob. Here I was a friend she hardly knew and she blurted out her deepest and darkest secret. I felt strangely honored. I grabbed her and hugged her. She was quietly sobbing now on my shoulder.

“Jan, I’ll never think you’re a freak. Don’t be ridiculous. You just caught me off guard, that’s all. I’m not throwing you out of my house, am I? I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to be your friend. You given me your trust and I really appreciate that. You’re secret is very, very safe with me. I’m liberal enough, kiddo, to let you make your own decisions about your own life.”

She took her head off my shoulder and looked directly into my eyes. “God, you’re a good friend, Bonnie. I’ve never told a living soul for a whole year.” I brought my hand up to her head and again put it on my shoulder. I patted her head gently.

I needed more. I need more revelations, more conversation, more hugging. “Does … does your relationship with Andi fulfill you, hon?”

She was still sobbing a little. “It … it scares me. I love her as a mom and … and as a lover. It’s all so very confusing. I look at her, trying to show her the right away as a parent and in the next moment I look at her, wanting to get her into bed. She has a beautiful body, so tight and smooth. I just love her to death. I’m very puzzled.”

“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” I consoled, still holding the back of her head. “Do you feel and sense of relief, now that you’ve told me?”

“God, yes. Probably it will hit me later on. I’m sure it will be a full sense of relief that someone else knows besides Andi and me. God it’s good to get it out.”

Now I needed to know details. I wanted this erotic conversation to continue and continue. I had never had such a conversation in my life. Would she tell me? Would she go into details? It seemed she was ready to pour her heart out. I thought she needed to talk more, to help her recover. “Tell me, how did it start?”

Jan again took her head off my shoulder. She held my hands in hers. “I still can’t believe this, Bonnie. It seems like a dream. It was last year. She was 12. She … she had actually started developing when she was nine, almost 10. I started noticing her little tits but I didn’t want to say anything. I thought she was a little young yet. I should have talked to her then about bras and stuff but I thought I’d wait a little. By about 10 and a half her tits were getting pretty big. Still I didn’t say anything. She was never shy about her body. Actually I thought she was pretty proud of her little developing body. She kept bumping into me, rubbing her boobs into me as if she was trying them out. I didn’t even know what they looked like.

“One day, just after she turned 12, I took some laundry into her room. The door was open so I didn’t even think about knocking or anything. She was inside, standing in front of a mirror, just in her panties, looking at herself. I almost apologized for busting in on her. I turned to leave but she asked me to come over to the mirror. I mean I always bathed both of my kids and never had any sexual thoughts about them at all. All of a sudden in one instant I looked at Andi in the mirror and saw the most beautiful set of tits I had ever seen in my life. I was so shocked. They were perfect. And her nipples were so beautiful. They were so rosy and soooo puffy. Bonnie I … I just had to feel them. I felt no shame or anything. I just had to run my fingers over those beautiful nipples. I came up behind her and looked into her eyes in the mirror. She was smiling. I told her that her boobs were the most beautiful I had ever seen. She just reached down, took my hands and brought them up to her tits. I caressed them and then ran my fingers over those puffy nipples. She was still smiling. Then she turned to me. I kissed her. I kissed her right on the lips as I continued to trace my fingers over her puffy nipples. It was so erotic.

“The next night Bob was out of town and Andi came to my bed the first time. We made love that night. One thing lead to another and over the next year I’ve tried to teach her all about sex. Now she has her favorites. She … she likes talking dirty during sex. She … she really likes her … her little … um, little rosebud played with. She really likes it when I finger her little asshole. She almost goes ape.”

I simply had to. I couldn’t control myself now. I kissed her; a long, deep kiss. We were still holding hands. I broke the kiss. “Oh, Jan, that’s a very beautiful story. And you know what? I think Andi is beautiful too. I told Mark so when we first saw you guys on the driveway when the moving van was here.” I remembered vividly how her ass stuck out in her low rider jeans. I was hot now. “And you know what else, baby, I think you’re beautiful too.” I kissed her again, longer. Our tongues met. Again we broke.

I told her about my feelings at her house. “When I was over the other morning I desperately wanted to feel those silky panties Andi was wearing. And you’re right, she has the most beautiful tits. Her nipples were really poking at the material of her top. She’s gorgeous. I don’t blame you for fucking with her, baby.”

Jan looked at me and smiled. I wanted to tell her about Brandy and Mark I but I just couldn’t. Not yet. I was too scared.

Jan had admissions too. “I know about first impressions. When I first saw you, Bonnie, I couldn’t believe how beautiful you were. Especially your legs. They’re so long and so slim. I … I wanted to touch them, feel their smoothness. When you were over I wanted to feel them again. I couldn’t help it.”

I looked at her and smiled. My voice was seductive. I was really hot now. I wanted to fuck this beautiful woman. “You wanna do it now, baby? I don’t mind. It’ll feel good.” I took her hand and moved it too my thigh. I kissed her again. “Does my leg feel nice, baby? I really like your hand there. Stroke it a little.” Her hand was gently caressing the inside of my thigh. “Mmmmm.”

“Oh, yeah,” she whispered. “You’re legs are fucking gorgeous.” I looked into her eyes and reached for the buttons of her blouse. Two were unbuttoned. I undid the third. I pulled her shirt apart and looked inside.

“I’ve wanted to see this nice fucking tits since we had coffee the other morning.” I undid the rest of the buttons. Her blouse was now completely unbuttoned. I reached in and cupped both her beautiful, cone shaped saggy tits.

I looked deep into her eyes, then down to those beautiful tits. Her nipples were large, rosy colored and pointy. Perfect, I thought. Her nubs stuck out about half an inch. I grabbed one and rolled it between my fingers, pinching slightly. “I want to lick these fucking gorgeous nipples.”

“Yeah, do it,” she replied, breathless. She was excited now too. “Lick ‘em, baby. Suck ‘em. I wish I had milk for you. I … I want you to taste my milk. Oh fuck.” Her head went back. I leaned down, again caressed her beautiful nipple. Then I took it into my mouth. I licked the beautiful nub. Then I sucked.

Her hand had crept up under the hem of my skirt, moving ever so gently over the inside of my thigh. Her hand came up. Her finger traced over the folds of my cunt through my panties.

“Mmmmm,” she cooed. “I love it when you suck my nipples. But I need to feel your cunt, Bonnie. I need to run my finger over the folds. I need to know what you look like and taste like between those beautiful fucking legs.” I let go of her nipple. I smiled at her. I reach under my skirt. I slowly removed my panties, while she watched. I again grabbed her hand and moved it over my cunt. Her finger probed inside me. It came out, moved up and began to rub my clit.

“Take off your panties, too, Jan. She slowly, seductively removed her cotton panties. Finally she stood there, not self-conscious, not nervous, not embarrassed. I raised her skirt. She was completely shaven, no hair at all. Her cunt was girl like, fresh, with the folds gentle protruding. I ran my finger over the beautiful organ. She was wet.

“Let’s go to the bedroom, baby,” I whispered. I walked beside her to our bedroom with my arm around her waist, watching those beautiful tits sway under her open shirt as she walked. I laid her down on the bed, raised her skirt and spread her legs. I kissed the inside of her thigh and then licked her cunt. Her hand went to my pussy under my skirt and she began to probe again.

“Ah, fuck Jan, your cunt is so beautiful. And so wet. Then I kissed it, gently. My tongue came out and met the folds. I gently licked around them. I found her clit and gently massaged.

She was breathless now. Excited. Sexy. Sultry. “Stick your tongue in, Bonnie. Stick your tongue inside my fucking cunt, baby.” She raised her knees and spread her legs. I had full access to her. I began to probe her with my tongue. My ass was near her face. She was now moving her finger in and out of my pussy. She took it out and brought it to her lips. She sucked.

“Mmmmm, you taste good, Bonnie. Your fucking pussy juice is heaven. She brought her hand back down and began to gently stroke my asshole. I spread her even farther. Now I could see her asshole. My tongue went to it and I licked.

“Put it in a little, baby,” she cooed. “Put your tongue in my asshole. Lick it a little. Rim me. Rim my fucking asshole with your tongue. Ah, that’s it, Bonnie. That’s it. Fuck, I love my shit hole rimmed. Oh, man, that’s it. Concentrate on my ass. Oh fuck, that feels good.”

She gently started to put her finger in my ass. She wiggled it a bit. Then she brought her finger to her mouth. “Mmmmm, you’re shit hole tastes good, baby. She put her finger back down. She went in a little further. She brought her finger down to me.

“Taste, baby. Taste my finger. Taste your asshole.” I did. It tasted fine. “Come up here Bonnie. Let’s jack off together baby. I lay down beside her and she began to finger fuck her cunt. I did the same. We watched each other. Our heads faced each other. I kissed her while my fingers went in and out of my cunt. She smiled. My knees were bent and spread. I had two fingers in my cunt working as fast as they would go.

“Cum for me, Bonnie. Fuck yourself for me. I want to kiss you while you fuck yourself baby.” I raised my ass from the bed. She was now French kissing me. Our tongues were entwined. I tasted her saliva. My other hand was rubbing my clit. I tensed. I could feel it. My orgasm was coming. I broke the kiss.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, Jan. Aaaaah, fuck. Shit.” She continued the kiss. My hips were bucking.

“Yeah, do it babe. Cum for me, baby.” Her face immediately went down to my cunt. “Yeah, baby.” Her tongue came out. She licked my fingers as I jacked myself. Then it happened. The surge of orgasm engulfed me. “Aaaaaah, fuck,” I screamed. “Taste me, baby.” My hips rose off the bed. Jan’s tongue was still licking my finger. I stiffened, enjoying the throws of my first sexual encounter with another woman. Oh, how I wanted this cum to last and last.

My orgasm was over. My fingers came out of my cunt. Jan licked them. I grabbed the back of her head and drew it into my sopping cunt. She licked my wetness. “Ummm,” she moaned. “So nice.” I think I loved her. God, what a cum!

Her voice was low, sultry; naughty. “Nice, eh? You like masturbating with me don’t you? We’re going to do this again.”

I immediately was concerned for her. “You didn’t get off.”

She looked at me. “You wanna get me off, baby? It’s easy. I’ll get on my hands and knees. You spread my ass. You rim my fucking dirty asshole, baby. I really like that. I haven’t had a shower since this morning. Make love to my fucking rosebud, baby. Suck on it. Lick it. That’s the way I get off, lover. I love my asshole eaten, baby. Fuck, I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I met you, Bonnie. I’ve wanted your tongue up my ass for a long time.”

Her language made me hot again. I wanted to match her word for word. “You want my tongue up your ass, eh baby? I’d love that. I love tasting your little puckered shit hole. I want to get it all the way in and taste you. Mmmmm. That would be soooo nice. After, I want you to piss with me, baby. I want you do come in the shower and feel the piss come outta my fucking cunt.” I couldn’t believe I was saying these words. They were just coming naturally. I turned her over. She got on her hands and knees. I spread her ass cheeks wide. There it was, her beautiful, puckered anus. I could hardly wait. I licked up and down between her ass crack. She spread her legs even wider. I probed her shit hole with my tongue. She was wide open.

“Ah, fuck,” she screamed. “That’s it baby. Eat my shit hole. Suck it into your mouth. Mmmmm.” Her hand went to her cunt. She was playing with her clit. “Yes, yes, yes, you fucking dirty bitch. Oh, god.” She tensed. Her spasms started. She was cumming. Her head was way back. She was enjoying the ultimate human feeling, her sexual climax. Finally she was finished. Her head went back down. I was still playing with her anus with my finger. She didn’t want her cum to end. She was moaning like crazy. “I love my ass eaten. Andi and I do each other. It’s so fucking good. Mmmmm.”

I had never done anything like this before in my life. It was something new. I knew I wanted it again and again. I wanted all of her, every inch. We got up and went to the shower. We soaped each other. I paid particular attention to her ass. I kissed her.

“Piss for me, Jan. I want to watch you piss, baby. I want to feel your stream on my hand.” She smiled. She started pissing. I ran my finger over her cunt. I stuck my finger in as she pissed.

She looked at me. “Someday, baby, you’re going to taste my piss. I’m going to piss right on your fucking face and your going to taste.” I was so hot I wanted her to do it now but she was finished. The shower was still running.

“Yeah, baby. I am. I’m going to drink your fucking nectar, baby. And you’re going to taste mine.”

She left soon after. I couldn’t believe what had gone on. This was a first. She was so dirty, so sexy. I loved it. I definitely wanted more. Jan and I were going to be lovers. No doubt about it. I could hardly wait.

A few weeks passed. I just couldn’t get over the complete change in Jan since our exploration of each other. We had met a few times since then. We went to the movies and held hands. We kissed. We had coffee and laughs at Starbucks. We visited back and forth. We had sex. It was fun sex, fulfilling sex, breathless sex. She told me about Bob and how the romance had gone out of their marriage. How he was not interested in sex anymore. How her gratification was now Andi and me. She didn’t know why but Bob seemed to be more interested in his job than his family. She didn’t know if he knew about her and Andi, or her and me, but she was at the point that she really didn’t care. The great redemption was when she told me about Andi, she said. It seemed like a great weight had been lifted. Our affair even amplified her need to satisfy her sexual needs. She needed to talk dirty. She needed to try other things, outrageous things, socially taboo things. She wanted it all. This was her time. She was having fun and so was I.

Mark knew what was going on. He even encouraged it. I told him all the stories in as great detail as I could. It aroused him. We were having terrific sex too. It was apparent he didn’t have a jealous bone in his body when it came to Jan. I even loved him more for it. I had the very best of both worlds.

It was a Tuesday. I called her.

“Hi, Jan, it’s Bonnie.”

“Hi, sexy, what’s up, babe?”

“Nothing much.” I hadn’t seen her for about four days and I missed her. “I’m heading over to the mall for a little bit and thought you may wanna go along. Brandy is at Kayla’s again. Becca said she could stay for a few hours.”

“Sure I’ll go. Whatcha wearing?”

I wanted to dress nice for her. “I don’t know. What should I wear?” I tried to sound as sexy as I could.

She didn’t hesitate. “Wear something sexy. A nice mini skirt and tee would be nice. Flip-flops. I’m going to wear a short sun dress with flip flops.” Jan giggled. “No bra and no panties.”

I wasn’t shocked but I did wonder if she was pulling my leg. “Jan you’re bad,” I giggled. “But really, what are you wearing?”

Again she didn’t hesitate. “I just told you.”

I still didn’t believe her. “No panties?”

She giggled. “I dare you. I won’t if you won’t.”

“I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”

“A dare is a dare.”

“Well … well okay, but you’re still very naughty.”

Her voice dropped. Her tone was seductive. “Yeah, baby, I am. But you like it, don’t you? I’ll bet your playing with that fucking sexy pussy right now. Mmmm, I can just see your finger going in and out of that little love hole.

Of course I wasn’t doing anything of the kind but I thought I’d egg her on a little anyway. I’d become such a tease. “Oh, baby, how did you know? Mmmm, my finger is all wet. Oh, man. I just gotta taste it, baby.” I put a finger in my mouth and made a sucking sound. “Oh, fuck, I taste so fucking good. Shit, I wish I could taste my own cunt. I’d love to be able to eat myself out.”

“Cut in out, Bonnie. I’m getting horny just listening to you. I’ll be over on 15 minutes. Let’s take your convertible. Put the top down. See ya in a few minutes.” I was giddy. Was she serious about no panties? I had never left the house without them in my life. And I was going to wear a mini skirt. Could I do it? This was like a real date. I’d like to hold Jan’s hand as we walked through the mall. But people would stare. I went into the bedroom to change. I found a nice tee. Not short enough, but it was all I had. I wanted to show the whole world my navel. Maybe I should buy a navel stud. Maybe I should buy a cunt ring; have some nice young babe pierce my labia and insert a ring. Maybe she’d run her finger over my clit …. get me off! Such thoughts, I giggled to myself. I took off my panties. Should I really? I took the black mini and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror. Yes! I did look sexy. I felt sexy.

When Jan walked in the back door, she looked me over, up and down. “Fuck, you look delectable, babe.” Before I could say anything Jan took me in her arms and kissed me. A French kiss. A long French kiss. I was ecstatic. During the kiss Jan ran her hand up my leg and felt my cunt. “Ooooh, no panties! You are bad!”

“You dared me!” I wanted to feel her too. “Did you?”

“Put your hand up my dress and find out,” Jan said coyly. “If you feel bare pussy you’ll know, right?”

I put my hand up her skirt. I felt her bare slit. “Fuck, your shaved cunt feels nice.”

Jan writhed. “Oh fuck, Bonnie. That feels good. Put your finger in my asshole for a second.” Jan really liked her asshole played with. It was amazing how some people get off.

I ran my hand up and down her ass crack under the short skirt she was wearing. I found her anus. My finger probed gently around the little hole. It felt puckered; nice. My voice was low, seductive. “You really like your fucking shit hole played with, don’t you baby. You love my finger inside that little rosebud. You want me to put it in further, don’t you.? Mmmm, it’s so nice and puckered baby. I should buy a strap on and fuck you in the ass. Maybe I should lick it now, eh, Jan? Maybe I should suck on it. I’d like that. I’d like tasting your little shit hole, baby.”

Jan was looking directly at me. We were almost nose to nose. She started kissing me. It was another long French kiss. I continued moving my finger back and forth in her ass.

I wanted to stay home and fuck but Jan wanted to go. She had other ideas. “Ah fuck, this is fucking marvelous. Fuck, let’s go before I throw you down and make wild and passionate love to you.”

We headed off with the top down. I brought my left foot toward the front seat so my short skirt would ride up. I wanted Jan to enjoy my long legs and see as much thigh as possible. I felt so sexy with no panties and bra. I could feel my nipples rubbing gently on the fabric of the tee. My tits would be hard by the time we got to the mall. People would be staring at me. I could hardly wait.

“I feel so free since I met you,” Jan said. “It’s a relief for me that you know about Andi and me. No one else knows. I love having someone else know that I trust. It’s a big sense of freedom.”

“I know. Since I met you I have such a sense of being a free spirit. I love the feeling. It wasn’t too long ago that I was wearing knee length skirts, shorts half way down my thighs, and tennis shoes. Now I feel sexy. I want to show off my body. It’s all because of you.”

We rode along quietly for a few minutes. Jan didn’t say anything. Then she said the incredible. “How can we get a little girl to let us kiss her pussy? I love little girl pussy. It tastes so good. I really want to fuck a little girl, baby.”

I wasn’t shocked. I was never shocked at Jan now. I looked her and smiled.

“You’re not shocked?” Jan asked surprised.

“Why would I be shocked? It was awhile ago that you told me about your 13 year daughter and you. Was I shocked then? No. I’m not shocked now.”

Jan leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. “You’re fucking marvelous, you know. Where have you been all my life? Does Mark know about us?”

“Of course he does. I tell him everything. It adds to our sex life. He has no problem as long as no one gets hurt. You won’t hurt me will you, baby?”

“Never. I’ll just love you forever. Mark is fabulous. You’re very lucky.”

I thought few minutes. “You know Jan I’ve never tried to pick up a stranger. I wouldn’t even know how to start. It would be fun tho’. It would also be very, very fucking dangerous.”

“Yeah, dangerous,” Jan mused. “I like danger. Look.” We were on the freeway, with the top down with cars all around us. Jan unbuttoned the top of her sun dress and exposed her tits for all to see. She played with the nipple for a few seconds. She covered herself again.

“By the way, I love flashing too,” she giggled. I was still laughing when we entered the mall parking lot. This woman was totally outrageous. I loved it. We were sitting on a bench in the mall watching the people.

“God I wish I knew how we could seduce some young 11 year old with little budding tits,” Jan said. “It would be so fucking hot.” Several people walked past, checking out our short skirts, our legs. Men, and some women, checked out my hard tits rubbing against my tee. I didn’t pay any attention. But I knew they were looking. Every once in a while a sexy teenaged girl would walk by. We both would look the girl over wishing we could crawl between her shapely young legs and see what she tasted like. We would even comment to one another: “Fuck, I bet she tastes real sweet.” Then we would giggle. We would speculate if the little darlings were wearing panties under those little pleated short skirts. So close yet so far away.

Let’s go for a walk,” Jan suggested. “I want to see something.” We walked down the mall. Jan looked in every store, checking. I wondered what she was checking for but didn’t ask. Finally she spotted something in The Gap Kids.

Jan was whispering; excited. “We’re going to walk to the back of the store. Walk beside me. Don’t go in front of me or in back of me. Just stay beside me.” What I wondered? She had excitement in her voice. I was getting excited too. Half way into the store was a girl about 11 or 12, looking in a bin. It was obvious her mother was on the other side of the bin also checking merchandise. The girl was cute, wearing a little short mini-skirt. It was white and pleated. Her tee was light pink with some kind of sparkles on it. She was bent over the bin, looking for a bargain. She had shoulder length medium blonde hair, tied in a pony-tail. Her legs were cute. They were covered with fine hairs. She was about 4’10”. About 85 pounds. Between her tee and skirt was a layer of baby fat. It looked beautiful. The skin was so smooth and flawless. Walking side by side I knew the isle was too narrow for Jan and me to get by the girl. I walked right beside Jan, as promised. Jan bumped into the girl and lightly brushed her little ass through the skirt with the inside of her palm.

“Oh, sorry,” she said to the girl. She touched the girl’s arm. “I thought there was more room.”

The girl looked at Jan and smiled.

“It’s okay,” she said in her little voice. Jan stopped and stood beside her, also looking in the bin. I took the cue and went to the other side of the girl. I smiled at the girl’s mom. She smiled back. The girl’s mother was also pretty. She had a beautiful smile. Jan reached over to my side of the bin, looking. She put her arm around the girl’s waist, presumably to steady herself. Then her arm dropped. She again lightly caressed the girl’s little ass.

“Nice stuff here, eh?” she whispered to the girl. I thought the girl was going to scream. We would be thrown in jail. I was excited but scared too. The girl said nothing. She just looked up at Jan. It was an instant adrenalin rush. I almost gasped. When the girl didn’t do anything I recovered quickly. The girl looked at her mom, but still didn’t say anything. She turned again to Jan.

“Yeah, I like The Gap. They have real neat clothes.” The store was fairly busy so Jan couldn’t linger too long caressing the little girl’s tiny butt. She just had time to squeeze once or twice and let go. She smiled at the girl.

“Thanks,” she said to the girl, whispering. We walked off towards the rear of the store. We continued looking through the racks of clothes. I was keeping an eye on the little girl to see if she would report us to her mother. Nothing. The girl turned, looking towards the back of the store. She spotted us. She said something to her mother. Her mother nodded and the girl headed over to the rack where we were looking at clothes. We were now at the very back of the store, between the back wall shelves and a rack of clothes. The little girl was slowly going through the rack, item by item. Finally she came up beside Jan.

“Hi, again,” Jan whispered. The girl turned to Jan.

“Hi.“ She looked up at Jan. She giggled. Then, “do it again,” the little girl whispered. Jan looked down at her. Her tits were just starting to form. The little nipples were pressed against her little tee. Her navel was showing. Her baby fat was fantastic. Jan looked around. No one was near.

“Do what again?” Jan asked, quietly.

“What … what you did over there,” the little Lolita said.

“What did I do over there?” Jan asked her, innocently.

“You felt … you felt my butt.” Her little voice was no more than a whisper.

Jan looked at her and smiled. “Mmmm, you like your ass played with?”

The little girl looked around to see if anyone was near. “Yeah, I do.”

Jan then put her hand on the girl’s ass and started caressing it over her skirt.

“Feel good? You have a pretty little ass.”

“Yeah,” the girl said, smiling.

“What’s your name?” Jan whispered.

“Melissa.”

“How old are you?”

“Twelve.”

“You’re very pretty.”

Melissa giggled. “Thanks.” Jan continued to rub her little butt through the skirt. Melissa looked around. I could see Melissa’s mother had gone on to the next bin, still looking. Jan lifted the little white skirt at the back, very slowly. She reached inside and started feeling the little girl’s ass trough her little panties.

“Feels better this way, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Melissa whispered, giggling. Jan ran her finger up and down the little girls ass crack, through the panties.

“It would feel better if you took your panties off,” Jan whispered.

“Here?” Melissa asked, incredulous, still whispering.

“Yeah, here. Now. In the store.” Still no one was approaching us. The store was fairly busy but no one was at this rack except us. Melissa reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down to her knees. Jan bent down and took them all the way down. Melissa stepped out of them.

“I’m going to keep them, okay?”

Melissa shrugged. “I guess.” Jan again reached under her skirt and again fondled Melissa’s bare ass.

“A sales clerk is walking this way,” I warned Jan. Jan didn’t stop stroking.

“Can I help you ladies?” the clerk asked from the other side of the clothes rack.

“Thanks, no,” I answered. “We’re just browsing.” Yeah, Jan was sure browsing! The clerk moved on. Jan was running her finger up and down Melissa’s ass crack now.

“Do you want to do more, Melissa?” Jan asked quietly.

“Okay.”

“Go tell your mother you have to go to the bathroom. Meet us in the ladies room just down the mall, okay?”

Melissa giggled again. “Okay.” Melissa left, her little skirt swaying, and said something to her mother. Her mother nodded and Melissa left the store and turned left, looking back at us. We followed her out. She looked back at us again and started swaying her butt seductively. She kept walking until she got to the restrooms. She turned in. Jan and I looked at each other. Could this be real? Would it be this easy? We spotted Melissa standing in the ladies room. Jan walked passed her then beckoned her into a stall. I looked around. No one was paying attention. All three of us went into the stall.

“You’re pretty, Melissa. How come you let me feel your little ass?” Jan whispered.

“It feels good and it’s naughty,” she giggled.

“You like being naughty?” Someone went into the stall beside us. Jan put her finger to her lips. No one said anything. We could hear piss hitting the water. Jan felt Melissa’s little stomach. The baby fat was soooo smooth. The woman in the next stall left.

Jan whispered. “We don’t have much time. Pull up your top. Melissa pulled up her top exposing her little tiny tits. Jan caressed one. I just watched as Jan kissed the little girl’s tits.

“I like kissing your little tits. Does it feel good?”

“Yeah.” Melissa was a little breathless. Jan reached for the hem of the little white skirt and brought it up, exposing Melissa’s tiny slit. She was just developing fine, downy hairs around her cunt. Jan ran her finger over the little pussy. Then she put her finger on her little rosebud. Melissa gasped a little.

“You like being naughty don’t you?” Jan asked.

“Yeah. It’s fun.”

“Spread your legs, baby. I want to kiss your slit. It’s what I like to do, okay?”

“Okay.” Melissa spread her legs. Jan got down on all fours, looked up at the little girl’s tiny pussy. Melissa watched her, wide eyed. Jan’s mouth moved onto the little open little pussy. She began to lick and suck. She looked up at the little girl.

“You taste wonderful, baby.”

Melissa giggled. Jan looked at me.

“Want a quick taste?” I got down. I tasted the sweet 12 year old. She did taste wonderful. We were running out of time. We had to get out of there or Melissa’s mother would start to worry. Jan pulled down Melissa’s tee.

“Melissa, put your hands under our skirts, baby and put your finger’s in each of our cunts. Do it to both of us at the same time.” Melissa reached under Jan’s skirt and began to probe her pussy. Then she reached under mine and did the same. It felt wonderful. Her finger was little and it entered my cunt hole. She knew what to do. Her finger was moving in and out at a regular pace. I thought I’d fucking cum right on the spot.

“Okay, baby, take your fingers out now and suck on them. See if we taste the same.’ The little girl sucked on the finger from Jan’s cunt first. Then she sucked the finger from mine.

“Taste good, baby?”

“Yeah, I like it. It tastes good. I really like your bald pussies.”

“Where do you live?” Jan asked, still whispering.

“10238 Harding.”

“Thanks, Melissa. We had fun.”

“Me too,” the little girl chirped, still giggling. Then she scampered out of the stall, down the restroom and out into the mall, her skirt still swaying. She’d have to be careful I thought. She wasn’t wearing panties.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I whispered. My pulse was going a mile a minute. Jan left first. I waited a few seconds and then followed. We met in the mall and immediately headed for the exit. What danger! I was excited beyond belief. Did this really happen? It seemed so easy. We got into the car and sped off, watching to see if a dozen police cruisers were chasing us. My god, we had just licked the little pussy of a 12 year girl. A complete stranger. She tasted wonderful. We were quiet for awhile. Jan turned to me.

“That, my dear, is what you call beginner’s luck. Or better yet, a beginner’s fuck.” She giggled.

“Fuck, what a rush. I hope I don’t have a heart attack.”

Jan was hot. “I just gotta do this.” She lifted her skirt as we were speeding down the interstate. She started playing with her pussy. She raised her ass and pulled her dress free. She raised her skirt to her waist. Now anybody could watch her. She began masturbating. Her legs were spread and straight out.

“Oh fuck that was awesome. I just love fucking with little girls. Melissa’s cunt just had the right amount of hair. It was fantastic. She tasted soooo sweet.” Her finger was going in and out of her love canal, gradually increasing speed. She withdrew it and brought it to her mouth. She sucked on it.

“Oh fuck, Bonnie, let’s go home and 69. Let’s eat each other out. Let’s cum together. Let’s pee together and taste each other.” We went home and we fucked each other for an hour. It was fantastic. It was love. It was the best sex I ever had in my whole life. We both had an orgasm without guilt. We were best friends; best lovers; best child seducers! God, what a rush!

…… to be continued