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Candy & Lace

Chapter 3

by The Razor’s Edge

9:30 Saturday morning. I awoke on Candy’s bed to Lace’s shallow and rhythmic breathing. She was lying beside me, still asleep. We were under a blanket. She was on her side, facing me. I watched her for a few minutes, marveling in the beauty of this gorgeous woman. Her hair was tousled, lying across the pillow. I leaned over and kissed her. She stirred. She was so erotic lying there. She stirred once more and opened her eyes. She looked at me and smiled.

“Is this heaven?” she finally asked.

“No, but close.”

She smiled again. “I thought I died and went to heaven. What a night.” She turned on her back and stretched. She was quiet, still awakening. Then she raised the blanket and looked under. We were both naked from the waist down.

“It looks like we were naughty,” she giggled. “You don’t have any pants on.”

“You don’t either. You’re just as naughty.”

She looked around. “Where’s Candy?”

“I don’t know but I’m sure she’s not too far.”

Lace lay there for awhile, quiet, thinking. “Jim, do you want to try something a little dangerous sometime?”

“How dangerous?”

“I don’t know. We were talking about Jessica yesterday. Now I really know I want to try and seduce her. I want to see if we can do it. I want to see how a little girl will react to an adult trying to get into her pants. I want to see her tits and slit. I want to see if I can make it wet. I want to see what’s under those tight shorts.”

I was not shocked. I knew Lace was into little girls. I knew I was too. After last night all bets were off. It was full speed ahead. After performing with Candy on this very bed last night I knew I needed to try other things; have fun with my wife, daughter, assistant, Marcia, maybe Jessica, maybe any little girl; toss caution to the wind. “I’ll try anything with you, Lace. What’s your plan? How are we going to do this? Can we keep it from her parents?”

“I don’t know yet. I have to think about it. I’ll come up with a plan. I’m glad you’re with me, lover. Sex with little girls is going to make our marriage sooo much better. I’m glad you love little girls like I do.”

“And I’m happy you love, girls, too, Lace. All girls. It’s such a turn on to see you make it with another girl. I’m getting horny just thinking about it.” I felt my cock begin to stir. How could it just after, what, seven hours? Lace got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I just lay there stroking my growing cock thinking how much fun this was going to be. The seduction of a 12 year old girl. I could hardly wait. This will be fun, and dangerous. Lace came out of the bathroom and went into our room. I heard her talking to Candy. I got up to see what they were talking about.

Lace was standing in the doorway of our room. She hadn’t bothered to cover herself. Candy was lying on our bed reading. She was wearing just a little night shirt. We could just see her little slit peeking under the shirt.

“Where did you sleep last night?” Lace asked.

“In here. I didn’t want to wake you guys. You were so peaceful. You looked tired.”

Lace had to get a reaction about last night. I think we were both feeling a little guilty. Candy was giving no indication of how she felt about last night or how she felt about Diane, or even us. Was she upset? Did we ruin her for life? As usual Lace took the direct approach. No circumventing around the topic.

“You have fun last night? What do you think? Are we terrible parents? Do you hate us now?”

Candy looked up at her mother and smiled. She was so grown up for her age. “I had lots of fun. Learning about sex from you guys is only natural. I love learning new things and this is no different. Who is better at teaching me than you guys?”

Both Lace and I were relieved although I wasn’t so sure a little girl of this age actually knew the ramifications of what we had done. “You know Candy what we did last night isn’t exactly considered normal, baby. We could get into a lot of trouble if you somehow let it slip to a little friend or something.”

“Daddy, I’m not stupid,” she huffed. “It’s called incest. Maybe to some people it’s not acceptable but you’re my parents. If you think its okay then it must be okay. Besides I like it. It’s something new and I think it’s great. I love both you guys. I know you’d never do anything to hurt me. If you love me too then I don’t see where we have any problem at all.”

This was uncanny. I never dreamt that my little 11 year old daughter could be so mature. Maybe Lace was on the right track. Times were sure different now then they were a generation ago. I had never expected this from Candy. Was she in some kind of physiological denial or was this really her? I’d have to wait a few days to get my brain around this.

My eyes were a little teary. “I would never hurt you, baby. Not in a million years. Never, ever. I love you more than anything in the world but sometimes I just get excited and can’t help myself. Your mom is the same way.”

“I know daddy. Don’t worry about it. No one will get hurt. This is a family secret.” Then she giggled like the little girl she really was. She started a sing-song routine, “I’ve got a secret. I’ve got a secret.” In a split second she turned little again. Remarkable, I thought.

“Want to go to the mall today?” Lace asked Candy.

Candy smiled at her mom. “Sure, mom. That would be fun.”

Lace turned to me. “Are you coming with us?” Candy looked at me standing there with my semi-hard cock, completely exposed to her.

“No I want to go golfing with Brad.”

Lace thought a minute. “Maybe Brenda and Marcia want to come with us?”

“Marce can’t come”, Candy said. “She’s at her grandma’s for the weekend. She told me yesterday at school. But you can ask Mrs. Walters if you want.”

“Okay, I’ll give her a call a little later. What do you guys want for breakfast?”

This was surreal. Here we were, standing in front of our 11 year daughter, naked from the waist down, me with a semi-hard cock, talking about what to have for breakfast. I must be still dreaming, I thought. Candy seemed to be okay with the whole thing. I guessed after last night she had seen everything so it really didn’t matter to her now. She did glance at my cock every once in a while. This was nuts.

“Pancakes,” Candy replied.

“Good for me, too”, I answered.

Lace started to turn and leave.

“Mom?”

“Yes, kitten.”

“You look beautiful. It would be soooo great to have a body just like yours someday.”

“Oh, baby, thanks, that’s sweet. But you’re already beautiful.”

“Mom, your pussy is way different than mine. I just have a little slit. Your pussy is long with neat folds in it. Can I look at it closer?”

My erection was now getting a little larger. Lace walked over to the side of the bed and spread her legs a little. Candy looked at her mother’s pussy. She took her finger and began to play within the folds. “Your cunt is so neat. I love the darkness of it. I know daddy’s cock goes in here but I can’t really see how it can. Daddy, come over here please.” She sounded so scientific. I went over to where Lace was standing. Candy took my cock in her other hand. She placed it against the outer folds of Lace’s pussy. “It’s so neat the way they fit together.” This is how you make babies, isn’t it? I’ve never seen anyone fuck before. Can I watch you guys fuck sometime? It would be really neat to watch.”

Lace laughed. “Candy, you little vixen. You’re incorrigible! I think it would be great for you to watch us fuck. That’s what sex is all about. We’d teach you exactly how to do it. We’ll do it sometime soon, okay?”

Lace and I turned to leave. Candy gave my cock a little kiss. “Daddy, I had fun last night. Sex is fun with you guys and I love you. Thanks for teaching me.”

“Oh, baby, we’re going to have lots of fun, you’ll see,” Lace replied.

Just before Lace left the room she turned and asked Candy, “Do you know Jessica Malcolm down the street?”

“Sure, Mom, she’s 12 and in 6th grade. She’s in a different class than me. I don’t know her real well. She’s kinda shy and quiet. Her dad travels quite a bit and her mom works. Her older brother Larry is away at college so Jess is alone a lot of the time after school. The only other thing I know is she still likes Barbie dolls, even at 12. Why?”

”No reason, baby. Just curious. Get up now and help me make breakfast.” Lace went to our closet and got her robe. No panties. She and Candy went downstairs. I took a shower. “What a night” was an understatement if there ever was one, I thought.

Later that night, Lace told me the whole story of the shopping trip with Candy and Brenda.

“Hello”

“Hi Brenda, its Lace, whatcha doin’?”

“Hi, Lace. Mark and the kids went to his mother’s for the weekend so I’m just sitting around thinking about making some muffins. What’s up?”

“Yeah, Candy told me that Marcia was away for the weekend. Candy and I are planning to go to Southwood this afternoon. Another mall. Something different from the same old, same old. Just thought you might want to come along. We haven’t been to Southwood for ages so we wanted to see what’s new. You game?”

“Sure, sounds great! What time?”

“Oh, we’ll pick you up around one. We’ll make an afternoon out of it. Okay?”

“Great. I’ll be ready. See ya.”

Candy headed straight for the Disney Store when we arrived at Southwood Mall. Brenda and I were sitting out in the mall waiting for her and chatting. Brenda watched Candy go into the store.

“Candy looks adorable in that sundress and flip-flops. They sure grow up fast.”

“Yeah, and they have a mind of their own at 11 too. That dress is from last year and it’s a little small on her but she insisted on wearing it today. I think it’s too short but she said no. So I relented.”

“Yeah, she’ll be turning the heads of teen-aged boys soon,” Brenda replied. “You’ll have to watch out.”

“It’s not the teenagers I’m afraid of. It’s those dirty old 25 and 30 year olds. I watch them when she passes by. Some mothers don’t notice but lately I’ve been watching these guys. I think they’re all perverts. Christ, she’s only 11.”

“Well, they have good taste, anyway,” Brenda said with a wink. “When she was walking into the store I couldn’t even see the elastic on her panties through the dress so it can’t be that small.”

Hmmm, Brenda checking out my little girl, I thought. I whispered to her. “Well, I hate to tell you this, Brenda, but she’s not wearing any panties. I told you she has a mind of her own.” I giggled.

Brenda was shocked. “What! And you let her! That dress is so short. What if someone sees!”

“I knew she’d never sit down while we’re here, so I relented. Even if she does sit down I’ll just tell her to cross her legs. I’m here to watch her so it should be okay. I’d never let her come alone dressed like that.”

“Can I tell you a little secret, Brenda?” I whispered giggling again.

“What!”

“Candy dared me not to wear panties today too. I don’t have any on under my sundress either! We’re both just wearing sundresses and flip flops.”

“You guys! You’re both terribly bad! I don’t think I could ever do that. What’s it feel like?”

“It’s cool. To tell you the truth it’s cool both ways. Cool and cool if you know what I mean”, I laughed.

Brenda was silent for a second. She glanced at my chest. “Fuck, I wish I could wear a sundress without a bra like you.”

This was cool. I never heard her use the word “fuck” before. I glanced down and could see my nipples poking out through my dress. I didn’t think it would be that obvious. I guess I should have at least worn a bra but it was too late now.

“Why don’t you? You have beautiful tits.”

“Lace, I’m 36. They’re starting to sag now. I need the support.”

“It’s okay. Some guys, and girls for that matter, love saggy tits.” I winked at her. “You’d really turn heads in the mall if you let them loose.”

She laughed. “You’re big time bad. You know that don’t you Lace? Big time bad.”

Candy came out of the store and I could see Brenda watching her. Her little dress was swishing a little. I wondered what Brenda was thinking. We strolled down the mall, poking in at various stores. We were in front of Victoria’s Secret and suddenly Candy asked, “Mom, can we go in here? I want to look at thongs. I’ve never had one before and I want one.”

Of course Brenda didn’t know our little secret from last night. I wonder what she’d think. Let’s see what happens. “Well, I don’t know, Candy. Are you old enough for such sexy underwear? What do you think, Brenda?”

Brenda thought a minute. She whispered. “I think she’d look incredibly sexy in a thong.” Now this was really encouraging I thought. Maybe Jim was right. I was feeling more comfortable all the time.

We went into Victoria’s Secret. Candy picked out a thong and went to try it on. Brenda looked around the store and found some stuff she wanted to try on also.

I whispered to her. “When you’re in the change room I dare you to take off your bra and put it in your purse. Let’s see what kind of reaction you get from those dirty old 25 and 30 year olds as we wonder around the mall with your tits loose.”

She smiled. “Lace, you’re terrible!” Brenda was wearing shorts and a tee shirt and I just knew her nipples would be poking through the cotton of her shirt when she returned. When she came out I wasn’t disappointed. She’d done it! Fuck her tits were nice. They just had a little sag. As we were paying for our stuff Brenda gently put her arm around me and gave me a quick hug. Her hand went up and down my waist. Just that little movement felt sexy. I really wanted to hold her hand as we left the store but I didn’t.

As we were leaving I whispered to her, giggling. “You’ve got gorgeous tits, Brenda. Thanks for showing. They don’t sag at all. Let’s see if other people in the mall think so too!”

Brenda was attracting some attention. “Fuck, this feels sexy, Lace. You’re so naughty.” Heads turned as we walked along the mall. Her tits were bobbing great under her shirt. Her nipples were poking through. She looked fantastic! They just had a little sag. Guys and girls all took a good second look. Fuck, she looked sexy. Oh, how I wanted to feel those beautiful tits. So fucking soft. I’ll bet her nipples were gorgeous. I wanted to suck them right then and there. Christ, I was getting horny. I could feel my cunt getting wet. We sat down. Both Candy and I crossed our legs. I was tired.

“I’m beat guys. Let’s go home.”

“Mom, I don’t want to go back yet. Can we go to the show? It’s only 3:30. The new Peter Pan is playing and I want to see it. Can we, pleeeease?”

I looked at Brenda. “What do you think?”

“It’s ok with me. I’m alone this weekend so I’ve got all the time in the world.”

We walked over to the theatre to see what time the show started. As luck would have it was starting at 4:05 so we bought tickets and popcorn and headed for the theatre. Candy headed up the stairs towards the back of the theatre. I could just catch a glimpse of her ass crack under her short sun dress. Fuck, I thought, we’ll have to be more careful. I hope no one was coming up the stairs behind me and looking up my dress! But then again, maybe that would be fun to have some stranger ogling my partially shaved pussy in public. Oh, I was getting bad!

Candy headed for the back row. She got in first and Brenda sat beside her. I sat beside Brenda. Her nipples were still rubbing hard on her shirt. They were really sticking out nicely.

The show started. We sat there for a little while. Brenda took my hand, leaned over and whispered, “Thanks for asking me today. I’m having a great time, Lace. I feel so naughty without a bra. Thanks for asking me to take it off.”

I looked down and saw Brenda’s nipples fully extended against the tee. Gorgeous, I thought. “Yeah, it’s been a great day”, I whispered. “Your tits look really great. Your nipples are really pointy against your shirt. You look fucking sexy, babe.”

Brenda didn’t release my hand. She continued holding it, entwining her fingers in mine. Gently she squeezed it once in a while. It was neat, like teenagers on a first date. Finally Brenda dropped my hand and ate some popcorn. Then her hand found the top of my thigh. At first I didn’t move, just letting her hand rest on my leg. Her hand started moving ever so slowly on top of my thigh, gently caressing up and down. I shifted in my seat slightly towards her. Her hand moved to the inside. She squeezed slightly.

Brenda turned to me. Her voice was seductive, whispering. “You’ve got fantastic legs, Lace.” I put my hand on top of hers, resting. I again started moving both of our hands very slowly. Gradually we caressed my inner thigh together. I quietly whispered in her ear.

“Do you believe I’m not wearing panties under this? Isn’t that really bad?” I slowly spread my legs a little more. I moved her hand further up my thigh. Our hands were now under my short dress. I turned to her. She looked at me dreamily. I couldn’t help it. I kissed her softly. I sucked on her tongue a little.

“Raise up a little, babe,” she whispered. I did. I was careful so wouldn’t disturb any one else around. Brenda quickly pulled up my dress up. My bare ass was directly on the seat. Again she started caressing my inner thigh. Again I put my hand on hers. Gradually and very slowly I guided our hands, higher and higher. I spread my legs a little further. Finally I took her finger slowly to the top of my cunt. I drew her finger lightly through the folds of my now wet cunt.

Her voice was very quiet, very husky, whispering. “Fucking nice, Lace.” I glanced over to Candy. She was enthralled by Peter Pan, not paying any attention to us. I spread my legs a little further.

Fuck, Brenda, rub my clit a little. I’m really horny,” I whispered.

My hand left hers. She ran her finger over my cunt. She started flicking my clit. After a minute her finger entered my love hole and then back out. In and out, in and out. She fondled my clit again. She whispered.

“Mmmm, you’re so sexy with no panties. Your ass is bare on the seat. I love finger-fucking you here in public. I bet you like it, too.”

I looked down. She had my dress up over my cunt, exposed for anyone to see. I gradually went down in the seat and pushed my cunt out a little more.

“Oh, god, babe, your finger feels soooo good.”

I changed position again, shifting still lower. I looked at her. She smiled. She maneuvered my dress up even higher. The hem was at my navel, my cunt completely exposed. This was soooo bad.

“Do my asshole a little,” I whispered.” She moved her finger lower and began to massage my rosebud.

“Is this where you shit from, babe? Do you like my finger there too?”

I looked at Candy again. She was still glued to the screen. I was over the edge.

“I’d like your tongue there better”, I whispered, testing her. “I’d love it if you’d give me a rim job as you run your finger over my clit and cunt. I want you to taste my shit hole.” Brenda said nothing. She continued to caress my asshole with that marvelous finger. She removed her finger from my ass. She looked at me and smiled seductively. Gradually her finger came to her nose. She smelled it. She placed her finger in her mouth. She sucked the finger in and out, all the time looking at me seductively.

“I want to suck your cunt and rim your ass right now,” she whispered. “Let’s go to the bathroom and leave Candy here.”

Brenda leaned over to Candy and told her we would be right back. We were just going to the bathroom. Candy just nodded. We walked to the bathroom holding hands. As we entered the bathroom there was one teenaged girl at the sink but no one else. So dangerous, I thought. We entered a stall. Brenda pushed me against a wall face first.

“Stick out your ass, you slut fucker,” she whispered. She gently ran a finger up and down my ass crack. “Oh, what a beautiful ass!” She spread my ass cheeks and looked right at my rosebud. “Fuck, Lace, I want to lick that beautiful crack.” She put her tongue on my crack. Gradually she licked up and down, inhaling the aroma. I felt her tongue begin to gently probe my asshole. I was starting to buck. I could hear girl leave the bathroom, we were alone.

“Oh, yeah, lover. Taste my asshole. Lick my crack. Fuck, probe my dirty shit hole with your tongue. Oh yeah, do it, babe. Eat me!” My cunt was one fire. Brenda spread my cheeks even wider. She took her tongue away and replaced it with her finger. I moved my ass even further out. Now I was leaning right over with my hands only against the wall of the stall. I was bucking like crazy. She unzipped my dress. She took it down off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. Now I was naked. She began playing with my tits.

“Do you wanna cum for me, baby? Does it feel real good when I finger fuck your asshole when you’re naked? Do you like me playing with your tits while I stick my finger up your asshole, babe? You have such nice little nipples. I’ve wanted to suck on them all day.” Her finger went into my cunt. “Do you like my finger here too, babe. Should I play with your fucking clit too?”

“Oh, fuck, babe! I wanna cum for you. Keep fingering me. Oh, pleeease. Fuck, I’m almost there. I love your finger up my ass and in my cunt. Oh, god.” I started bucking rapidly back and forth against her finger. “Fuck, this is sooo bad. I want to cum, babe. Make me cum.”

“Cum for me Lace. You really like me fucking you, don’t you?” She was still playing with my tits. “Ooooh, you’ve got beautiful tits, Lace. So small. Perky nipples. I love feeling you up. I want to do it in public so everyone can see these beautiful tits.”

“Yeah, baby. Do me in public. Fucking, yeah. Aaaah, fuck. Keeping fucking me lover. Harder baby, harder.” I was almost there, bucking like crazy. “Ahhhhhh, fuck, lover, I’m going to cum. I’m fucking cummming”, I screamed.

She went down on her knees and clamped her mouth on my swollen pussy, licking and sucking it. “Give me your fucking juice, baby. On my tongue. Do it, Lace. Spew your cum in my mouth.” I tensed completely. I was in the throws of orgasm. Brenda’s mouth was clasped to my pussy, licking and sucking.

It was over. I stood there, bent over, my ass fully extended, my head back, reveling in the last throws of my orgasm. Brenda still had her mouth fastened to my cunt. She slowly moved upwards, licking my ass, my back and finally my neck.

“Mmmmm, tastes sooo good, lover. Fuck, that was beautiful, baby. That was a great cum.”

I turned around and took her in my arms. I kissed her passionately. Out tongues encircled. “I love you, babe. I loved your tongue and finger in my asshole. You are sooo bad! I didn’t know how bad you really are.”

“I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time, Lace. You’re so fucking hot. I sometimes lie in bed thinking about you at night. I’ve finger-fucked myself thinking of you. I dreamt of licking those little tiny tits, your cunt folds and asshole. I often wondered about seducing you. I was so glad when you called today. When you told me this afternoon you weren’t wearing panties I just about creamed myself. Fuck you’re beautiful. My dream came true today. She kissed me again. She backed off. “But now I really have to pee.”

“Brenda, take off your tee. I want to watch you pee. Take your shorts right off so you’ll be completely naked like me.” Brenda removed her tee and she gently massaged those beautiful 36’s. Her nipples were large and fully extended.

“Oh, they’re gorgeous! Fuck, Brenda, you should go without a bra all the time. Those beauties should never be covered.” I bent down and took one into my mouth and sucked greedily. It was soooo soft. I took my mouth away.

“Brenda, I wish you had milk. I’d love to suck milk from those beautiful tits.”

“Lace, you are sooo naughty. I’d let you suck my milk anytime. Fuck, what a turn on.” Brenda lowered her shorts and panties and removed them completely. She was naked. I ran my hands all over her face, tits, cunt and asshole. I ran my hands over her shapely legs and back up to her cunt.

“Take a piss for me sweetheart. Let your piss flow out of that beautiful cunt.”

She squatted on the toilet and began to pee.

“Raise up a little, babe.” I reached down and put my hand on her hairless cunt and gently fondled her as she peed. Finally she was done.

“Don’t wipe, baby. I want to do it.” I wiped her cunt, gently running over her shaved cunt. “It’s beautiful. I wanna make you cum, too, baby. Tell me what you want me to do. I wanna fuck with you forever. Come on lover, tell me what you want.”

“Lick me, baby. I’m going to put my foot up on the seat and open real wide for you. Look at my nice fucking cunt, Lace. I’m still wet. Lick it off for me. Put your tongue right in there and taste. I’m going to play with my saggy tits while you wipe the piss off my cunt with your tongue, sweetie.”

I started licking. I put my finger in her asshole as I licked. She started to buck her ass against my finger as I licked. “Ooooh, Lace, that feels naughty. You lick soooo good. You are soooo bad.” I came up and sucked her tits. Then further up I kissed her passionately. Our tongues moved against each other.

“How does your piss, taste, Brenda?” I asked.

“Ah, fuck, Lace. You’re bad. Go back down. I love it when you eat me. I wanna cum sooo bad. Make me cum with your tongue, baby. I’m going to play with my own little clit as you tongue my cunt.” Brenda started to buck as I cleaned her cunt. “Ooooh, this is so bad, Lace. I’m going to cum just for you, baby.” Brenda threw her head back. She was cumming. I could now taste her discharge on my tongue. As she recovered I still continued to tongue her to get all the nectar. Finally she was done.

I kissed her again. “You’re so fucking hot. I love every inch of you. Your fucking legs are so shapely. Your cunt folds are perfect. Your tits are so soft. I love squeezing them. Your nipples are fantastic. I love to suck them. Let’s be lovers. Let’s fuck every day, babe.”

“Oooooh, that would be so much fun, Lace. We could try lots of different things. Sexy things. Naughty things. But now we gotta go, Lace. Candy will wonder what the fuck happened to us.”

We dressed. We walked out of the bathroom holding hands, giggling. I felt sooo free, so sexy. I’d fuck this woman forever. When we got back to our seats Candy was still immersed in the movie. She turned to Brenda.

“What took you guys so long?”

Brenda giggled. “Oh, we just had a little fun. Just a little fun.”

On the way back home after the show Candy was watching a DVD with headphones in the van. Brenda turned to me. “Can you come over tomorrow for coffee?” I knew what she wanted.

“Why don’t you come to our house for lunch?” I suggested. Brenda looked a little disappointed.

“But Jim and Candy will be there.”

“That’s okay, isn’t it?” I could tell Brenda wanted to see me again alone but I had other ideas. “It’s okay, babe, we’ll have fun.”

“Okay,” she relented, “I’ll be there at 12.”

As we dropped Brenda off, she turned to Candy in the back seat. “You look real pretty in that dress, Candy. It’s just right on you. I had fun today. Did you have fun?”

“Oh, yeah, I had lots of fun. I really like my new thong. I’m glad you like my dress. And you know what, I’m not wearing any panties either, see.” She flipped up her dress up to show Brenda her little pussy. Brenda’s voice turned sultry.

“I know, baby. You’re very pretty without panties.”

Brenda gave me a quick kiss and left. As she was walking up the sidewalk Candy remarked, “you know what, mom, I think Mrs. Walters likes me. I know I like her. She has a great body.”

“I know, baby, I think so too.”

When Lace told me the story that afternoon I was stunned. I pictured Candy walking around the busy mall with a short dress and no panties. That was my favorite part. And Brenda! Sex in the theatre. In public. Rimming asses. Sucking, licking. Dreaming about Lace. Telling Candy her little slit was pretty. Mmmm, she was kinky. Now I knew that her secret smile was genuine when she picked up Marcia. I wondered if she had made it with that beautiful little Lolita daughter of hers. Marcia had learned from someone. Was it her mother? I hoped so. It would be sooo hot watching them make it.

It was about 5 o’clock. “You want to go for dinner somewhere,” I asked her. “We could go over the Greek’s. We haven’t been there for awhile.”

“Sure.”

I hollered upstairs. “Candy, we’re going to the Greek’s for dinner.”

She was already bounding down the stairs. “Okay, daddy, you don’t need to holler.”

I laughed. “Okay.”

Candy turned to Lace. “What should I wear? What are you wearing?”

“Let’s go up and figure something out,” Lace replied. They went up to change. When they came down Lace was wearing a silk shirt and mini-skirt. The shirt was unbuttoned, two from the top. She had a nice silver chain and little earrings. The skirt was one of my favorites. It was kind of a dusty rose corduroy. When she first bought it she thought it was a little long, so she cut it off. But she didn’t re-hem it. Now it was a little frayed on the bottom. She was wearing mid-high heels. Her legs were bare. She looked as sexy as hell. I looked at her and whistled. Candy was wearing a spaghetti strap top and mini-skirt too, her little budding tits poking at the material of the shear garment.

I couldn’t help myself. “You guys look hot in those outfits.” Both girls giggled.

“Yeah?” Lace smiled seductively. “Thanks. How can I look hotter?”

“Undo another button on your shirt. You’d look fucking really hot then.”

Lace looked down at her top. “I’m not wearing a bra. You sure?”

Oh I was sure alright. “Yeah I am.” She unfastened the third button. Anybody could look down her shirt now and see her tits, probably even her nipples.

Candy giggled. “How can I look hotter, daddy? Tell me.” She was serious.

I looked her over, up and down. She was also very sexy. The top was a little small on her, a little tight and the skirt really short. “You wanna look hot, baby, take off your panties. Go without panties. Then just before you go in the restaurant rub your little tits and make them hard. They’ll press against the material of your top. You’ll look really sexy then, babe.”

Candy giggled. “Daddy, you’re bad.” But then she reached up under the skirt and pulled down her little pale blue panties and stepped out of them. “Like this, daddy?” she cooed.

“Yeah, baby, just like that.”

We headed off, Candy sitting between us in the front seat. We were all quiet for awhile.

“I’m horny tonight,” Lace admitted. “These past two nights have been something else. I can’t get this sex urge out of my system.”

“I like you being horny and sexy, baby,” I told her. “You’re fucking hot. You’re going to turn heads tonight. Somebody is going to get a peek at your tits. Does that make you hot knowing some stranger is going to look down your shirt and see your nipples?”

“Yeah, it does, Jim. It makes me feel slutty. By the way, I’m not wearing panties either, baby. Just like Candy. In the restaurant you can just put your hand under my skirt and finger fuck me right there if you want.” She giggled. “Maybe you can use my cunt juice as sauce.” Candy just listened to our conversation, smiling secretly.

“You are bad, baby. You are sooo fucking bad. It would be the sweetest sauce in the place.”

We had been at this restaurant several times. It was our favorite Greek restaurant. We didn’t know the names of management, or the servers by name, but we did know them to see them. Tonight, though, we didn’t recognize a couple of them. We settled in and our server arrived at our table. Just before we went in, right on cue, Candy played with her little nipples. As we walked through the door they were poking very nice through the material of her little top.

“Hi, I’m Sandy. I’ll be your server tonight.” She was about 30 or a touch younger. She had medium blonde hair, probably shoulder length, but tonight it was tied in a tiny pony-tail that bobbed along as she walked. She was about five feet eight inches and weighed about 130 pounds, maybe 135. She wasn’t fat, she was well proportioned. Her ass was a little big but her tits were spectacular, if you liked big tits. I usually didn’t, but for some reason the way she carried herself I knew I liked these. She was dressed in the standard restaurant dress code, black pants and a black sweater. Her eyes were grey. Her best feature by far was her dimpled cheeks. When she smiled the dimples were predominate. She was really cute. Sandy was well suited to be a restaurant server. She had a great personality.

Sandy came back with our drinks and glanced at Lace’s shirt. It wasn’t completely open but I’d bet the view was pretty good anyway. And, she kept glancing at me as she bounced around the room serving other tables. She was a real ego booster! When she returned to our table she stood real close. Her tits were right in my face. I wasn’t timid. I focused right on them. She knew I was staring.

After I saw her check Lace’s shirt a few times I leaned over the table and whispered to Lace. “She’s checking your shirt Lace. Open it up a little. Give her a something to look at.” Candy giggled. Lace smiled at me. She leaned slightly over and opened her shirt just a little. I’d bet Sandy would be able to look down now and see Lace’s complete tit. I was right. Sandy brought our salads. As she was placing it in front of Lace she stood right beside her. She took a good look down Lace’s silk shirt. I watched her closely. She glanced at me and smiled.

“Haven’t seen you here before,” I said. “New?” She was serving my salad.

“I’ve been here a couple of months. I used to work at Mario’s but the place was always so busy that it wore me out. I like it here. It’s quieter. You can hear yourself think.” She laughed. “Besides, the customers are nicer.” She glanced again at Lace. Fuck, Sandy’s beautiful tits were just inches from my face again. I stared right at them.

“Yeah I know. I like them too … the customers, that is.” She knew exactly what I was talking about, and it wasn’t the people. You could see it in her face. She smiled and left.

“Lace, turn in your chair. Let her get a good look at your legs when she comes back. She’d like that, I bet.” I knew I was smirking a little. Lace shifted her position. She was sitting sidewise on the chair. Her legs where crossed. She was gently moving the crossed leg gently up and down.

“Fuck, I’m horny,” she whispered. Her skirt hem was high on her thigh. She reached down and ran her hand over the top of her bare leg. “All I’d have to do baby is lift my skirt another two inches and anyone would see my pussy. My tits are just about exposed and my pussy is so close.” I smiled and nodded. Yeah, I thought, soooo cool.

Sandy returned with our meals. She looked at Lace’s legs, the crossed one still gently swinging. She stood beside Lace. Then she reached out and gently patted Lace on the back. “Anything else I can get you guys right now?” Lace looked down at her own legs and then up at Sandy. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face, flirting brazenly. “Nothing, right now, I guess. This looks delicious.” She was looking directly at Sandy’s tits. Again she glanced back down at her legs, ignoring the meals completely.

Sandy looked down at Lace’s legs. “Yeah, it does, doesn’t it? Almost good enough to eat,” she giggled quietly. “I’ll be back in a few minutes to see how it tastes. I hope the sauces are sweet enough.”

I was hard, watching these two women flirt. It was erotic. Lace picked at her food, still sitting sidewise in the chair. Sandy walk by several times, glancing at Lace’s swinging leg every time she passed. Finally she came up to us again. “Is everything okay? You’re not eating much.”

Lace looked at her. “Everything is fine. I’m a little hot, that’s all.”

Sandy nodded. “Yeah, it is a little warm in here, isn’t it? I know how you feel.” She again reached out and placed her hand on Lace’s back. This time it wasn’t a pat. She made a circular motion with her hand. She knew Lace wasn’t wearing a bra. Lace bent forward again very slightly so Sandy could look down her shirt again. Lace glanced down. She could see her own nipples. They were as hard as a rock. Sandy was looking at them too. She bent down and whispered in Lace’s ear.

“Nice tits.” She waited for a reaction from Lace. Lace just smiled up at her.

“Thanks,” she whispered back. “They love to be sucked.” Sandy’s eyes widened. She smiled then left the table again.

I didn’t hear what Sandy had whispered to Lace, so I asked.

She smiled at me. “She said I had nice tits,” she giggled quietly. I stared at her. “And I’ll bet hers aren’t too shabby either.” Sandy walked back and forth several more times. Once as she passed she dropped a fork from her tray right at Lace’s foot. It was a blatant attempt to get a better look at Lace’s legs I thought. She bent down to retrieve it. Quickly her hand came up and caressed Lace’s calf. She stood up with the fork. “Sorry,” she whispered.

Lace smiled at her and whispered back. “Don’t be. You should have felt my thigh.” Sandy smiled. She went away again. We finished our meal. Sandy came back and cleared the table. “Any dessert?” She looked at Lace first.

“No. We’re pretty full.”

“Why don’t you guys come back about 10 for coffee and dessert? On me. The restaurant won’t be so busy then.” Her voice was sultry. Lace looked right ino her eyes.

“Yeah, that’d be nice,” Lace whispered. Her eyes traveled down to her legs. Sandy’s eyes followed. Lace slowly uncrossed her legs. Her skirt was so short I was sure Lace’s pussy flashed in front of Sandy. “Yeah, dessert. That would be nice and tasty.” We paid our bill and left. “That was too fucking hot,” I told Lace, chuckling. “She was all over you like a blanket. Flashing your tits and pussy at her was a real turn on. Let’s take her up on the offer.”

“Yeah, we will, baby. I want to suck her cunt.”

We arrived back at the restaurant a little after 10. Candy was still with us. Sandy was at the front. When we walked in she beamed. Then she saw Candy. She looked a little disappointed. “Hey, welcome back.” We were still wearing the same clothes as before. Lace had applied a bit more makeup. Candy was wearing a little, too. They looked outstanding. Lace’s hair was brushed and hanging to her shoulders. Her bangs and hair framed her face perfectly. Sandy had changed too. The restaurant was nearly empty so I guessed she was officially off work. She was wearing a nice black mini-skirt and a white sweater. We could see her legs now. They were a little muscular, but nice and tanned. Her hair was brushed down now too. Very nice I said to myself. She is very nice.

Sandy looked at Lace up and down. We could tell that she was much more relaxed since she wasn’t working. “Let’s go to the back.” She directed us to a booth in the back. On the way she asked one of the late servers to bring us some coffee; a Coke for Candy.

“I’m glad you guys came back. I didn’t know if you would or not.” Candy and I were sitting on one side of the booth, she and Lace on the other.

Sandy turned to Lace. “I don’t even know your name. I know Jim’s because of the credit card slip.”

“It’s Lacy. Everyone calls me Lace. This is Candy, our daughter. She’s 11.” Sandy glanced at Candy and smiled. Her expression indicated she was still a little apprehensive with Candy. The conversation was low, muted. There was no one else around. The drinks arrived.

“You guys want any dessert?” Sandy asked. I looked at Candy. She shook her head as did Lace.

The air was too charged to eat. Lace knew what she wanted. It sure wasn’t apple pie. We chatted a little. Lace told her about Candy and our lives in general. We found out Sandy was divorced. No children. She only worked as a server part time. She was a web designer at a graphic arts company. She did a little designing at home too, mainly for friends. She was into computers and the internet. She lived alone in a condo just outside of the downtown area. The initial tension was starting to wear off. We were actually giggling about stuff. She was telling us about some of the dopey things that went on inside a restaurant. It usually involved crazy customers.

“You have a boyfriend?” Lace asked.

“No. No time. Besides, single guys are always so full of head games. I just find it simpler to do my thing and let the bimbos take the stress.” Sandy looked at Candy, then at me. She was unsure, I could tell. She finally asked. “Look, instead of sitting around here do you guys want to come up to my place for coffee? It’s not far. I even think I have a little Kaluha lying around somewhere. I think I could even find something for Candy.” She smiled at our little girl.

Lace and I looked at each other. I let Lace take the lead. It was up to her.

“If you want,” Lace told her. “That would be nice. Do you have a car?”

“Yeah, I do. But actually a friend dropped me off tonight. I was going to take the bus back.”

“Cool. We can go together in ours then.”

We got to the car. I wanted the girls to be in the front so they could talk. “Lace you drive. I’m riding in the back with Candy.” She smiled at me. A quiet, “thanks.”

Candy and I sat close in the back seat. I put one arm around her, gently pulling her close. She folded into my arms, comfortable. “Having a good time, kitten?” I asked quietly. Her little skirt was way up on her legs. She looked so sexy.

“Yeah, daddy. This is lots of fun.”

Candy took my hand and put in on her thigh. She looked up at me and smiled, knowing how to get her dad going. I smiled too. I started running my hand up and down her leg, very slowly. There was an absolute stranger in the front seat but I didn’t care. Candy was making me horny. My cock was stirring. Lace glanced at us in the review mirror. She smiled, knowingly. Her smile encouraged me further. I leaned over and kissed Candy, still running my hand over her thigh.

She spread her legs; my finger found the soft folds of her tiny labia. Sooo soft; sooo puffy. I caressed. I kissed her again. “Ummm,” she whispered. She went lower in the seat allowing me better access. “Put your finger in, daddy,” she said, again whispering. All throughout the short trip I kissed and masturbated our little girl in the back seat. I don’t know if Sandy knew or not, but I didn’t care. I told myself I could hardly wait to fuck my little daughter.

The condo was nice but had the “lived in” look. Sandy wasn’t messy but she wasn’t tidy either. There was stuff all over. “Excuse the mess. I’m not much of a housekeeper. I do my other stuff first. Housework gets done last.” She chuckled. It was only a one bedroom. Right away I could see that her computer was the center of activity in this place. It was sitting on the kitchen table with papers all around it. The CPU was on the floor. The monitor was a 19” LCD. She also had a printer-scanner combination on the table. Sandy seems to be up to date. So much for eating at this table though, I thought.

We had a computer at home with a similar set up. I naturally navigated over to the equipment. “Whatcha working on?” Sandy came over and stood beside me. Lace had found a spot on the sofa with Candy and was watching us. Her skirt was way up on her thighs, as was Candy’s. Lace crossed her legs with her chin on her hand. Candy was quiet, taking it all in. Finally Candy scooted over to her mom, wrapping herself in Lace’s arms. Lace’s arm went around her. She started caressing Candy’s tiny buds through her top, playing gently with the little, hard nipples.

“It’s … it’s just a web site in development for a friend. She’s married and they just wanted to set up a web-page. There going to put pictures and videos on it. Stuff like that,” Sandy replied.

I knew immediately it was going to be an adult web site. Sandy was a little too hesitant to talk about it. I tried to make her comfortable. “Yeah, that’s what we need more of,” I chuckled, “amateur adult web sites. That commercial stuff is a load of crap.” She smiled immediately, relieved.

“You’re a good guesser, Jim.”

Sandy glanced over to Candy and Lace. She studied Lace’s fingers as they gently traveled over the front of Candy’s little top. Her eyes roamed over Candy’s fully exposed legs, parted slightly. Lace pinched one of Candy’s little nipples, staring directly at Sandy.

“You guys seem like a pretty close family,” Sandy commented. Her voice was erotic, sultry.

I glanced at Lace and Candy on the sofa. I could see the dark shadows between Candy’s legs. “Candy’s only 11, Sandy, but she knows a lot, if you know what I mean. We … ah… we taught her early.”

Sandy smiled and again looked at Candy. “She’s pretty, just like her mom,” she commented.

“Thanks. They get along very good as you can see.” As we watched Lace leaned over and French-kissed Candy, still caressing her little nipples. Sandy fixed her eyes on the mother and daughter, staring quietly.

Her voice was very sultry. “I’ve never made it with a little girl,” she admitted, still a little apprehensive, her voice breathless.

I stood up from the computer and put my arm around Sandy. “Would you like to, baby?” I whispered into her ear. “It’s so much fun, and so dangerous. Candy’s so soft and gentle. Watch Candy and Lace a few minutes. It’ll be fun.” I started to run my hand up and down Sandy’s side. Lace unfastened the last two buttons on her shirt. Candy watched, then brought her lips to one of Lace’s beautiful tits. Gently she sucked on her mother.

“Does that make you hot?” I asked Sandy, quietly. “Do you like watching Candy suck on her mom’s perky tits? You were looking at Lace’s tits in the restaurant. Aren’t they nice, baby? Don’t you wish you could suck on them like Candy?” I could feel the warmth spread over Sandy’s body, through her sweater. Her face became a little flushed. “What would you like Candy to do to her mom?”

Sandy was still quiet, mesmerized by Candy’s licking and sucking. I ran my hand over one of her beautiful breasts. She didn’t flinch. I squeezed through her sweater. She was wearing a bra. “It is sooo nice to play with these beautiful tits. They are so luscious,” I cooed in her ear. “You stuck them in my face when you were serving us. I wanted to suck on them sooo bad.” Lace’s hand was now caressing Candy’s leg, inside her little thigh. Lace raised her head from her chest. Again Candy and Lace French kissed, their tongues intertwining. Lace’s hand went up to Candy’s little ass under her skirt. She caressed gently.

My hands went to the hem of Sandy’s sweater. Gently I tugged. There was no resistance. I pulled on the hem again. She raised her hands. I removed the sweater. Her bra was black, sexy. “Such perfect tits,” I whispered. I brought her hand back to my pants and my rock hard prick. “Feel my cock, baby. Feel how hard it is.” I squeezed her hand over my prick. Now Lace had raised Candy’s skirt, exposing Candy’s little slit and her tiny stomach. They still were embraced in a long, sultry kiss. I could feel Sandy caressing my cock on her own. Her breathing increased. Her face turned redder. My hands went to the front clasp of her bra. I opened it and pulled it away. Her tits dropped, sagging slightly. My fingers went immediately to her nipples. They were beautiful. She had large areola with a gorgeous rust red hue. There were little bumps on them and her hard nipples extended about ¼ inch. She was excited. I pulled on her nipples. After playing with them diligently they extended to ½ inch. They were so rubbery, so pliable, so suckable.

Lace removed Candy’s top. Her little, tiny tits were fully exposed. Again Lace’s fingers traced over them. Candy’s eyes were closed. Lace glanced at Sandy and I. She smiled. She removed her own skirt. Now Lace and Candy were only wearing short skirts and nothing else. “Your tits are outstanding,” Lace told Sandy. Sandy leaned further back against me, thrusting out her chest as I continued to massage.

“You like sex, don’t you Sandy?” I whispered. “You like me playing with your fucking tits. You like stroking my cock, don’t you? Do you suck cock, Sandy? Do you like to eat out women? Do you like to suck on their wet pussies, baby? Stick your tongue inside? Taste their juices? Ummm, it would be so good, wouldn’t it? So delicious. How about little girls? Would you like to taste our Candy? Look at Lace. She’s rubbing Candy’s little slit now. She’s getting her nice and wet. Oooh, I’d bet you’d love to suck on that little pussy, wouldn’t you. Tell me. What do you like, Sandy,” I breathed into her ear. She closed her eyes. Now she was swaying with me. She had said nothing. “Tell me, baby,” I cooed. “We’re strangers. We love to fuck. Tell us your fantasies, baby.”

Then the dam broke. “I love it in public,” she started quietly. “I’d love to walk in the park hand in hand with another woman. I long to have people look at me and I want to shock them. It would be sooo cool to lie on the a blanket on the grass in a park with another woman wearing a short skirt, kissing and having her fondle my tits while people walked by. They would watch and look up our skirts and see our panties. I’d love to wear a see-through tight top at the mall so everyone could clearly see my nipples through the material. I’d really want to shock. I want to be a slut. Sometimes I sit out on the patio on the chaise-lounge with my skirt up and finger my pussy at night hoping someone will see me. I’d love to drive people crazy.”

“Ummm, you want people to see your beautiful pussy.” My hand traced lower, over her taut midriff. Her skin was flawless. Obviously she used creams and lotions and other things to make her body soft and desirable. I could have caressed that gorgeous, tanned skin all night. My fingers traced over the slight swelling of her stomach, flickering gently through her navel. “Sooo soft,” I purred. “So beautiful. So sexy. Finally my hand lowered to between her legs, under the skirt. It was if I was fulfilling a dream. Gently I drew my finger over her sex through her little black panties.

We could see Lace had now buried her face in Candy’s little pussy. She was sucking and licking. Her hands were on Candy’s chest, caressing her little nipples. Candy’s skirt was way up over her stomach. Her legs were spread wide, her hips thrusting forward with anticipation as her mother ravaged her little pussy.

“Lace loves pussy,” I whispered to Sandy as I caressed between her legs. “Look at how good she is at eating out Candy. She loves eating out little girl pussy. My other hand left her breast. I found the button on her skirt. I unfastened it. I pulled down the zipper. Her skirt fell to the floor. She had a spectacular body, so muscular, yet so soft.

Sandy turned around. She kissed me and sucked my tongue into her mouth. Her voice was husky, sultry, erotic, with a slight intonation of breathlessness. “Would you eat me outside on the patio?” she whispered. “I wanna lie on the lounge. I wanna raise my knees and spread my legs. Then I want you to make love to my pussy; outside, in front of the whole world. I want your tongue deep in my cunt. I just want to lie there and enjoy the cool breeze while your hot mouth and tongue makes me cum. Would you, Jim? Would you do that for me?” She was almost pleading, a beg to fulfill a dream of public sex.

“Will you let me fuck you after?” I asked her softly. “Can I stick my cock in your pussy and shoot my cum right up your love canal, baby?” She smiled at me. She grabbed my head and forced my face into hers. Again we kissed. Again our tongues connected, weaving in the dance of lust.

“Oh yeah,” she hissed. “Eat me then fuck me. Oh yeah.”

We went through the sliding door. There was a concrete fence around the patio but only about four feet high. Other condos surrounded her main floor patio. If people were outside they could easily see our perverse, our naughty, our raunchy, activity; our embrace of longing. Most of the condos were dark or had the shades pulled. Only one was illuminated with the shades open. So dangerous, I thought. Yeah, so fucking dangerous.

We stood at the patio wall. Again I was behind her, gently stroking her beautiful ass, through her panties. “All they would have to do baby is come out on their balcony and they could see you fully exposed; your beautiful face, your gorgeous tits topped with those exotic nipples. They’d be able to peek at your shapely body, your ravaging cunt.” Sandy took a long breath, relaxing, finally able to commit her dream of public exposure. Again she thrust out her chest.

“Take out your cock,” she hissed quietly. I dropped my pants and briefs. I bent down and removed them. Then I put my hands on the elastic of her panties and I pulled. Her beautiful ass came into full view. I pulled her panties completely down. She stepped out of them. I brought them to my nose. In inhaled her heavenly aroma. Now she was completely naked. I kissed her ass crack then drew my tongue the full length from bottom to top. I tasted the pungent flavor of salty sweat mixed with her day long excretions. The smell was spectacular. I must be insane I thought, mesmerized by the tastes and smells of her body. But to me it was fantastic, wonderful. She shuddered slightly. Her legs spread.

“Again,” she whispered. I spread her ass, gazing at her pussy and tight sphincter. She had very little hair surrounding her sex. I drew my finger over the tiny opening, enthralled by the darkness of it; the aroma. I couldn’t help it. My face went closer. My tongue left my mouth, the tip brushing against her little, tight hole. She tensed. “God,” she whispered. “Oh, god.” Her legs spread further. Her torso was now bent over the little patio wall. Her ass thrust into my face.

“You’re fucking dirty,” she hissed. “Eat my asshole you fucking shit-eater.” I was in a trance. Again I buried my face between her ass cheeks. This time my tongue rimmed the tiny, dark opening. The taste was magnificent. My lips covered her. I sucked. “Oh, fucking yessssssss,” she purred. “Fucking, yesssssssss.” My tongue went lower, into the bottom of her beautiful pussy, probing for more tastes, more smells. It entered her canal. Her hand was now on her clit, gently caressing the extended nub. Her hips were rocking back and forth in perfect time with the thrusts of my tongue into her wide open pussy.

Again she shuddered. Her legs stiffened. “Keep eating me. I wanna cum sooo bad,” she almost shouted. She was not quiet now. She was in the initial throws or orgasm. “Eat me fucking cunt.” Her climax started slowly; then it increased gradually until she was in the throws of intense rapture. The juices from her pussy started to flow. I tasted; I licked; I sucked; I swallowed. Such sweet nectar, I thought; so salty; so tangy; so provocative; so heavenly. She quivered one last time, at the pinnacle of throws of her cum. “Oh, god,” she bellowed. Then it was over. She collapsed on the wall, her breathing rapid, her head between her arms.

I stood up. I directed my raging cock toward her magnificent ass. I ran it over her pussy, teasing her with the tip. “I wanna fuck you now,” I whispered.

She turned her head and looked at me. Her face was contorted, her smile lusty. “In the ass,” she hissed. “Fuck me up my asshole. Get the fucking thing into me. Shove it baby. Hurt me a little. Oh god, I need this.” I licked my finger and lubricated her asshole a little. Then I entered her slowly with the tip of my cock, precum tracing over the magnificent hole. Then I shoved hard into her sphincter. “Ooooh”, she gasped. I was all the way in.

“Fucking, yeah,” she hollered, recovering from the thrust. “Oh yeah, baby, fuck my ass hard. I love it. Oh, god.” Her head went down between her outstretched arms, then back up again. “Deeper, baby, deeper! Fuck, this is fantastic.” I was pumping for all I was worth.

Then I felt it. My balls contracted. The cum started up my hard, throbbing shaft. I stiffened. My thrusts stopped. I wanted to last longer but my lust wouldn’t allow it. I erupted with a final push into Sandy’s now gaping asshole. I could feel the cum spewing into the orifice. “Yes!” she hollered. “I can fucking feel it, baby! Yes! Shoot it. Shoot all your fucking cum into my shitter. Oh, god! It feels sooo good! Mmmmm.”

I looked down. I didn’t want it to end. My cum was so intense. I wanted it to go on forever. What a fantastic feeling. Finally I saw cum exit her asshole around my prick. It looked so dirty leaving her beautiful ass. I was finished. I just stood there, watching the white dribbles, bubbling around my softening cock. “God, that was fantastic,” I murmured. “What a fucking cum. The best ever!” Sandy turned her head again. She was smiling broadly, little beads of sweat across her forehead.

“Yeah,” she smirked. “The very best ever. And you know what. I’m not cleaning up. That shit is staying up there, right up my ass. I want to be real dirty, baby. Real dirty.”

I withdrew from her slowly. She immediately stood up. She grabbed my wet cock, looking directly into my eyes. “Its been up my ass, baby. Its been up my shit hole. Ummm.” She dropped to her knees. Immediately she took my softening prick into her mouth and sucked. She withdrew. She looked up at me. “I love the taste, baby,” she cooed. “I love the dirty taste.” Again she sucked. Again she withdrew. “This was sooo much fun. I want this again real soon, baby. I really do. I want you to fuck me up my ass lots.” I simply nodded, with huge anticipation.

Then I noticed Candy and Lace standing outside the patio door, both with bare chests and little skirts. Candy was in awe, her eyes like saucers. Lace had a smirk on her face. “Nice show,” she said. “I hope some of the neighbors got a chance to see it.” Then her eyes roamed over Sandy. “You have a spectacular body, baby. So fucking beautiful. Would you like to go shopping with me sometime? I heard you inside. You want people to see you with another woman. I’d love to walk with you and hold your hand, kiss you in the mall, fondle your luscious tits, and finger-fuck you in public.”

Sandy beamed. I think her fantasies were soon to become true.