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Candy & Lace

Chapter 4

by The Razor’s Edge

Lace and I were sitting in the kitchen the next day around noon. It was Sunday. We were tired from last night. This had been quite a weekend so far. There was no way I could have anticipated any of what happened. Who would have known that by just making a simple comment on someone’s ass would have turned our sexual life upside down. In a way it was a relief. After years of marriage, years of routine, our true sexual fantasies were emerging. And it seemed so simple; a look here, a word there; dressing differently. The fun part was knowing what other people enjoy sexually by just asking simple questions, communicating seductive looks, little head tosses, simple touches. Girls seem so much more aggressive, flirting seductively, unabashedly giving off signs that they wanted to take it one step further. I never noticed this phenomenon until this weekend. It was amazing how young girls could arouse a person by just giving a little glance, a tiny nod, a certain smile. All a person had to do was return the nod, the smile, the glance and you’d never know what would happen. Most people were just too shy, afraid of consequences or rejection, or ruining current relationships. But in fact it was out there, you just had to take the one short step; a little whisper; a tiny touch. This was going to be fun, especially with young girls. They wanted to be like their big sisters. They were 11 and 12 but wanted to act and dress like the 21 year old they see on TV or at concerts, or simply walking in the mall. They could hardly wait to grow up.

Brenda knocked on the back door. Lace greeted her. “Hi ya, sexy.” Even though she had been out late, Lace was still bubbly.

“Hi, Lace.” Brenda glanced at me. “Hi, Jim.” Her voice was quiet. I received the distinct impression that she wanted to be alone with Lace. I was interfering with her plans. But that was cool. She didn’t know Lace had told me the whole mall story. Maybe we could make her afternoon memorable.

Brenda was wearing a little flowered sun dress revealing lots of leg. Compliment her; show interest, I thought. Make her feel welcome. “Hey, Brenda. Nice dress. Looks cool.” She smiled at me and tilted her head just a little, a tiny gesture of approval. A slight sign I was being accepted?

“Thanks. It’s such a hot day I thought I’d dress casual for lunch.” Brenda gave Lace a hug. “Thanks for inviting me,” she whispered.

I stood up and stretched out my arms. I thought I’d be a little bold. It was just in the mood. “Hey! Where’s my hug?” Brenda looked at me at little confused but relented. She walked over and folded into my arms. I placed my hands on that beautiful, luscious ass that started everything and pulled her close. She stared directly into my eyes, still bewildered, but smiled. She kissed me; a little peck. As I said, all it took was just a little word; a little boldness. Her tits and abdomen pressed against me and her just wearing the tiny sundress stirred by prick. I ran my hands over her ass again, longer this time. She shook her head, ever so slightly and pulled herself away. She turned to Lace.

Lace looked her over. “Turn around Brenda. Let’s see all of that gorgeous dress.” Brenda twirled, the dress flared a little. The motion displayed more of her beautiful legs.

“Whoa, very sexy. What you think Jim, isn’t Brenda a knock out in this dress?”

“Oh yeah, very nice!” I winked at Brenda. “And … and the dress is nice too,” I chuckled. Brenda smiled at me again. She enjoyed the compliment. She did look sexy alright. I felt more heat in my loins. I knew from the hug that Brenda wasn’t wearing a bra. Her tits were a little saggy and her nipples looked like they were glued to the flimsy material the dress. I hoped she wasn’t wearing panties either. Brenda twirled again. The skirt flared more, the hem rose further. I liked this woman. I never noticed before, but she was hot stuff.

Brenda looked out the window and saw Lace had already set up the picnic table for lunch. “I see we’re having a picnic. Can I help with anything?”

“Nope, everything is done,” Lace answered. “We’ll just take this out and we’re ready. Go up and get Candy for me will you Brenda?”

Brenda went upstairs. From the landing she called to Candy. “Lunch is ready, Candy.”

“I’m in my room, Mrs. Walters. I can’t decide what to wear. Can you help me?” Brenda went into Candy’s room. Candy was standing at her closet in just a tee and pale blue, silky panties, pondering her wardrobe.

“Hi, Mrs. Walter’s. I don’t know whether I should wear shorts or a skirt. What do you think?” She turned toward Brenda. Brenda eyes roamed over Candy’s little body, stopping momentarily at her little panties. They were silky; see-through. She could clearly see the outline of Candy’s little puffy cunt lips through the material. Her labia seemed puffier today than when she saw Candy’s little slit in the car yesterday. Was Candy playing with her little slit before Brenda came into the room? Was she masturbating, running her fingers through the little cunt, just minutes ago? Brenda’s voice dropped.

“With those nice panties, Candy, you should wear a skirt,” Brenda told her quietly. Candy struck a pose and grinned. Brenda went to Candy and stood beside her. They looked through her closet together. Brenda found a nice pale blue pleated flirty skirt to match Candy’s panties. “This is nice, Candy. It will match your pretty little panties.”

Candy giggled. “Yeah, they would go together. It’s pretty short. You’ll be able to see my panties under it. But that’s okay. Marce told me that it’s okay for girls to wear short skirts and flash their panties once in a while. She says it’s sexy. The only thing is that you can see right through these panties.” Candy looked at herself in the mirror on her closet door. She posed again.

“Marce told you that, did she?” Brenda uttered. “That’s interesting.” Brenda was staring at Candy’s little cunt in the mirror. Fuck those little lips were puffy.

Candy giggled again. “Yep, she says she does it all the time.”

“Really! How interesting.” Brenda didn’t seem angry that her little daughter liked to flash. Actually it was a secret she didn’t know until now. Do you, Candy?” Brenda asked quietly. “Do you flash your pretty panties sometimes?”

Candy spoke quietly now. No more giggling. “I haven’t yet but I’d like to. Marce says it gets people all worked up when girls flash their panties. Is that true?” She ran her hands over the front of her underwear, still posing in the mirror, watching her own hands caress her tiny stomach.

Brenda gazed at her through the mirror. “I guess it is true,” she told the little girl. She handed the skirt to Candy. “Put this skirt on. No one will see you flash today except me and your mom and dad, and … and I’ve already seen your little pussy.”

“Okay.” Candy lowered the skirt, and slowly stepped in, one leg at a time. Brenda’s view was spectacular. As Candy moved her legs her little cunt opened and closed through her panties. Candy gazed at Brenda. The woman was staring at her pussy as she dressed. She smiled seductively now. This was going to be fun, Candy thought. She examined her own movements in front of the full length mirror. She was pleased with herself even though she had a flat chest. She told herself she had really nice legs and the short skirt really showed them off. She even felt she would like it even better if she wasn’t wearing any panties at all, like in the mall yesterday. That was really cool. She liked being a girl, even at 11.

She turned to Brenda. Her voice was no more than a whisper. “Do you like looking at my little pussy, Mrs. Walters?”

Brenda smiled at her. Her voice was low too. “It’s very pretty, Candy. It’s really puffy today. Were you …were you playing with it before I came upstairs?”

Candy grinned innocently. Sex was way fun, she thought. “I always like playing with it. It feels good.” She raised the hem of her skirt, looked down and ran her finger over her little mound. “It’s soooo soft.” She looked up at Brenda. “Do you ever wear a short skirt without panties?” she asked Brenda innocently. “You should try it sometime. It feels real neat.”

Candy didn’t know Brenda wasn’t wearing anything except the sundress. “Ah, sometimes I do, Candy but usually I’m not as brave as you are. How does it make you feel when you wear a short skirt and no panties?”

“I like it … lots,” she admitted. “It feels different. I don’t know how to explain it. Like its dangerous or something. Sometimes I just get this feeling like I want people to stare my little slit. Some people like looking at it and I like showing it.”

Brenda was amazed at this little 11 year old. She was so young and she was so sexy already. Oh, to be that young again. She was just born one generation too early.

“We better get down now, you’re mom and dad will be wondering what happened to us.”

After lunch Brenda and Lace sat next to each other in lounge chairs on one side of the patio whispering to each other, giggling. I was sitting across the patio reading when Candy came out and sat on my lap. Lace took Brenda’s hand. They were holding hands, fingers intertwined, like two teenage lovers.

Brenda leaned over to Lace and whispered. “Candy sure has beautiful little legs, eh? I can almost see her panties the way she is sitting on Jim’s lap.” Lace and I still wondered if Brenda was really into little girls too. Did she ever fuck with Marcia? Did she want to? How to approach the subject delicately without offending her or getting her angry?

“I remember when I was that age,” Lace whispered to Brenda. “I used to like wearing short skirts and flash my little panty covered pussy once in awhile. I used to get some of my teachers all worked up. They never said anything but I knew. I liked sitting in the front of the class and opening and closing my legs. I never had the nerve to go panty free but still I knew I was putting on a good show. Now it’s Candy who’s the sexy one.”

Brenda was quiet for a minute, thinking. Slowly she asked. “I … I wonder if … if she masturbates yet. I … I started about her age.” Brenda remembered Candy’s little swollen puffy cunt before lunch. It was quite a statement but it revealed all. Lace knew now. Brenda liked little girls too. Fuck, this was cool, Lace thought. I’ll bet she’d really like to watch Candy playing with her little cunt. Why not encourage her. Tell her like it is. What have I got to loose?

Laced tried to keep her voice level. She didn’t want to shock Brenda. She giggled a little. “You’re naughty, Brenda.” A bolder step. She giggled again. “Have you ever watched a little girl masturbate?” Oh, please tell me you play with little Marcia, Lace thought. “You can tell me. I won’t tell a soul.”

Brenda gazed into Lace’s eyes. She was flushed a little, but her expression was serious. “No,” she admitted. “But … but I’d like too.”

Lace turned serious, peering directly into Brenda’s beautiful face. Time to jump. “Marcia, maybe? Would you like to watch Marcia finger her little pussy? It’s okay, you can tell me.” She squeezed Brenda’s hand, a sign of solidifying their friendship; their sexual tendencies.

Brenda was quiet for a second. “I … I want to … I want to kiss her cunt,” Brenda finally admitted. “I … I don’t know how to approach her. I want to eat her; play with her tits. They’re sooo spectacular; just the size of little, tiny peaches. I … I know she has a little hair around her cunt. She’s 12 now. I … I want to see it. I want to run my finger through it. I’m so frustrated.”

Again Lace squeezed Brenda’s hand. She leaned over and kissed her beautiful friend. The kiss was not a peck. It was a sultry, erotic, French kiss. Lace wanted to fuck Brenda again, right here, right now, outside, on the lawn, in front of Jim and Candy.

The kiss broke. “I bet you’d love to watch Candy play with her little cunt, wouldn’t you?” Lace purred to her friend. “Remember when she showed you her pussy yesterday in the car? You said it was pretty. It is pretty.”

Brenda was quiet. “That would be fucking delicious.” Lace smiled at her. She looked into her eyes.

“Let’s play a little game and see what happens, babe,” Lace said, still purring to her friend. “I know you’re not wearing any panties under that sundress. Hike it up a little. Spread your gorgeous legs a little. Let’s see what Jim and Candy do.” Brenda didn’t say anything. Gradually hiked up her skirt and slightly bent her knees. She spread her legs a little, very slowly. Candy and I were getting a real sexy show. Candy shifted on my lap so she was just about prone along my stomach and legs. Her skirt hiked even higher. I’m sure Brenda and Lace now were getting a clear picture of her little blue panties. I whispered to Candy to bend her knees a little too. Candy brought her knees up ever so little. Now the skirt was at the top of her legs. Lace and Brenda were getting the full display of Candy’s panties.

I deliberately started to caress Candy’s stomach through her tee, very slowly. Candy put her arms over her head and the tee hiked up, all the while staring at her mother and her beautiful friend. I was purposely started stroking her bare midriff, caressing gently of the flawless skin. Brenda started opening and closing her knees, very slowly, as she stared at me playing with our 11 year old daughter.

Brenda leaned over to Lace. “I’d love to watch him play with her little, flat titties,” she admitted quietly.

“Brenda, I’ll bet you’d like to play with her little titties too; just like you’d love to play with Marce’s little tits. They’re growing sooo nice. I’ll bet they’d nice and firm; really lickable and suckable.”

Brenda turned to Lace. She smiled. “Yeah, oh yeah. But I just don’t know how to get her to have sex with me. God, I’m hot.”

That would be sooo cool to watch,” Lace told her sexy friend. Her voice again turned sultry. “I’ll help you, babe. I’ll help you fuck Marcia, baby, as long … as long as I can have a taste too.” Lace couldn’t tell Brenda about the other night. She wanted Brenda to think she was fresh, that this was a conspiracy to get her sexy little daughter for the first time.

Brenda wasn’t shocked. She smiled at Lace.

Lace continued. “Tell me now what else you’d like to do with our sexy little Candy. It’s really okay. Jim and I both know you’d love to play with little girls. We won’t tell anyone. Would you like to run your finger up and down her little girl pussy, too? I dare you to run your finger up and down your cunt while Jim and Candy watch. Do it babe and let’s see what Jim does to Candy.”

“You are sooo fucking bad, Lace,” Brenda giggled. “I’ve never told anyone in my life that I liked little girls. How did you know?”

“It was just a feeling Jim got when you picked up Marcia the other night. You looked at her little mini and bare legs and he thought you smiled. It looked like you approved what she was wearing. Almost a seductive look, he said.”

Gradually Brenda started to run her hand up and down her thigh, now studying Candy and I. It allowed her dress go up a little further. Now her cunt was completely exposed. She was staring at us. Gradually her finger found her cunt. She lingered a moment then ran it through the folds of her labia. For a second she dipped her finger right inside her cunt, withdrew it, brought it to her lips and sucked. She then lowered her knees still staring at us.

“Daddy, did you see that?” Candy whispered. “Mrs. Walters ran her finger over her pussy and even put a finger right in. Right outside in our backyard!”

“Yeah I saw it, baby. I wonder what else we can make her do. You want to play a little game and see what your mom and Mrs. Walters do?”

“Okay, daddy. What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie here for a second.” I ever so gradually began to let my hand move higher as I caressed Candy’s little body. My hand was now slightly under her tee as I continued a circular motion. Finally my finger found Candy’s little tit under her tee and I ever so slowly began to fondle it, gently pinching her little nipple between my fingers. Candy’s eyes were closed now and she was making little purring sounds. “Oh, daddy, that feels good,” she purred quietly. I glanced at Brenda. Brenda’s knee came up again gradually. She began to open and close her legs as she watched me caress Candy. I could see her nipples were protruding through the dress. I knew she wanted to run her finger through her cunt again.

Lace turned to Brenda. “See that,” she whispered, “Jim is feeling up Candy’s little tits. How does that make you feel, babe? Fucking hot I bet.”

“Oh fuck, Lace, I want to masturbate right here. I’m so horny watching Jim play with Candy. Kiss me again. Fuck, I’m so wet I need some relief.” Lace got up from her lounger and knelt beside Brenda.

“Here, babe, this will make you feel better.” Lace began really kissing Brenda, sultry, erotic kisses. We could see their tongues connect. Lace started sucking on Brenda’s tongue. Gradually Lace’s hand went to Brenda thigh and began a slow caress. Little by little she moved her hand higher on Brenda’s thigh until she was running her finger up and down the folds Brenda’s wet cunt. Brenda broke the kiss.

“Fuck, Lace, put your finger in. I’m so fucking hot. Finger fuck me right here in front of your husband and little girl. Let them see you fuck me. Pleeease, lover, make me cum while they watch.” Lace put two fingers inside Brenda and gradually was stroking faster and faster. Again they French kissed. Brenda’s dress was now up around her waist. Brenda’s grunts became louder as Lace moved faster and faster inside her pussy. Lace again broke the kiss.

“Take your top down, babe. I want to suck your tits,” Lace commanded. Brenda removed the straps and Lace pulled the top down exposing Brenda’s beautiful 36C tits. Her areola were rose colored, her nipples extended. She was excited. Lace began to lick and suck those beautiful nipples as she continued to move her fingers faster and faster inside Brenda. Candy arose from my lap. As she stood there watching her mom finger fuck Brenda, I stood too, and gradually removed her little blue see-through panties and her tee. Now she was just wearing the little skirt. We walked over to Lace and Brenda. Candy stood beside Brenda’s lounge chair, watching her mother fuck Brenda, enraptured.

“Spread your legs, Candy,” I whispered in her ear. She did. I took Brenda’s hand and gently moved it over Candy’s little buds. I moved her hand lower and lower until Brenda was caressing Candy’s cunt under her little skirt. I moved Brenda’s hand back to Candy’s asshole. I moved back and forth from Candy’s slit to her little asshole.

“See, Brenda,” I whispered, “Candy really likes her tiny slit caressed. Put your finger in her little asshole and feel how nice it is. You like little girls, don’t you Brenda? They have such sexy little bodies. They’re little budding tits make you so horny. Her little slit is so wet now. She needs your finger inside her little asshole. Stick your finger in and then suck it and see how nice it tastes. Fuck our little girl, Brenda. Cum for me while Lace fucks you. Taste our little 11 year olds pussy and asshole. I’ll bet you wish this was Marce, don’t you Brenda. I’ll bet you’d like to fuck your little girl and run your tongue around her little cunt too. You’d want to turn Marce around and spread her ass cheeks so you can lick her little crack. You’d want to stick your tongue into her little rosebud, wouldn’t you Brenda? You’d want to fuck her just like your fucking Candy right now.”

Lace removed her fingers from Brenda’s cunt. She leaned over the lounger. She put her mouth directly over Brenda’s pussy and ate, for the second time in two days. Brenda was bucking against Lace’s tongue as she fingered and tasted our little girl. Candy had her hand on Brenda’s tit and was squeezing and playing with the nipple.

Lace looked up at Candy’ “Straddle her, baby. Let her really get her tongue in you. Candy lifted her leg over the lounger and slowly lowered her little pussy onto the waiting lips of her little friend’s mother. Her legs were spread wide, her slit wide open. Finally she was there, covering Brenda’s mouth. She felt the tongue insider her, swirling inside her wide open canal. Brenda couldn’t get enough. She began ravaging the little pussy with her mouth, her head bobbing between the 11 year old legs. She was slurping, drinking sweet nectar from Candy’s beautiful fountain of youth.

She pushed Candy up off her face. Her voice was loud. Anyone listening on the street could hear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she hollered. “I’m cumming! Eat me Lace, eat me! Eat my fucking cunt! Lick my wet pussy!. I’m fucking cumming! Oh, fuck, aaaaaaaah!” Then she stiffened. A shudder went through her whole body. Her legs spread wider. Her hips lifted from the chair. Her orgasm must have lasted 30 seconds. Her eyes were closed. Her face was contorted into the lustful expression of extremely satisfying sex. She bucked again against Lace’s probing mouth and tongue. Then it was over. It looked at though she didn’t have an ounce of energy left. Brenda just lay in the lounger whimpering, purring, now with her head back. We were absolutely amazed at the intensity of her final orgasm. Gradually she began to relax, not saying a word. Her eyes were still closed. Lace had stood, luxuriating in the beautiful sight of her friend’s ecstasy, her travel into the world of love and lust. Slowly Brenda began to play with her pussy. Finally, she spoke.

She looked at me. “Take out your cock, Jim, and jack off on my tits,” she commanded. “I want Lace and Candy to watch you jack off on my nipples. I want them to see your rock hard cock on my fucking tits. Cum on my tits, Jim.”

I dropped my shorts. I began to stroke my cock, smiling into her beautiful eyes. Lace went behind Candy and began to caress her little buds as I walked over to Brenda. She looked at my cock and stuck out her tongue, still caressing her pussy. I gradually brought my cock to her lips and she took it partially inside her mouth. I began to slowly move my hand over my cock while it rested on her lips. It felt good with the little pressure from her mouth on the tip of my rock hard cock. She reached up and began to massage my balls.

“I love your uncut cock, Jim. Cum for me. I want to watch you cum on my nipples as I slowly stroke my cunt hole. Lace and Candy are watching, Jim. The spunk that made Candy will soon be on my tits. Your wife and little daughter are watching as you stroke your cock. You’re going to cum on my tits.” I could feel the pressure in my balls as Brenda continued to talk dirty and massaged my balls.

I continued to jack myself. “Yeah, I really wanna do that, Brenda. But I really wanna fuck you, baby,” I told her quietly. “I wanna send my white spunk up your fucking cunt. I’ve wanted to fuck you for a long time Brenda. You’re so luscious. Your cunt is so perfect. Your ass is nothing less than wonderful. I wanna do it here, outside, where people can see us.”

Brenda stood up. She ran her hands over her beautiful globes, then her cunt. “You think I have a nice body, eh?” she hissed. “Well, baby, it’s all yours. You can do anything you want. I’m so fucking horny. And you have such a luscious cock, Jim.” She got right in my face, grabbing my shaft. She French-kissed me. “I’ve wanted to fuck this thing for a long time too. She lowered her face to my chest, sucking my nipple, her fingers still running over my shaft. Then she knelt. Again she took my rock hard cock into her mouth. She looked at Candy and Lace. No regret; pure lust. She made love to my raging member. “That’s it baby,” I purred. “Suck my fucking cock. It’s wanted you for a long, long time. Her mouth came off with a pop. She began to lick the shaft, from top to bottom. It was as if she couldn’t get enough.

She again stood. She took my hand. “Let’s fuck on the grass, off the patio. Right out in the back yard where everyone can see us.” She was extremely horny, lusting for cock.

Then she lay on the grass, in the middle of the yard, her knees bent, her legs spread. “Now, you fucking stud. Fuck me now while your wife and daughter watch. Shove your fucking cock in my cunt. Shoot your stuff into me. Make me pregnant, I don’t care. I fucking want your baby, Jim. I want to carry your child. If it doesn’t work today then fuck me again and again until it does.

I lowered myself. She grabbed my prick and guided it in. This was pure lust. She was soooo wet. So was I. I slipped into her easily. She thrust her hips up burying my cock into her deep hole. “Mmmm,” she cooed. I started pumping. She met every thrust, all the time gazing into my eyes. “You feel so good in there,” she purred. “So fucking good.” We must have fucked for three or four minutes, in unison, meeting each others thrust in perfect timing. All the time she had this wonderful, lustful smile on her face, gazing right into my eyes. Then I felt it. That perfect feeling when your balls begin to contract, the pit of your stomach begins to feel the insatiable feeling of sexual climax. “Here it comes babe. Here it comes,” I whispered, smiling, my eyes fixed directly on hers. “My baby juice is coming.”

Brenda tightened her legs. I could feel her pussy muscles grab tighter around my shaft. I grabbed her beautiful tits. Then I exploded. “Ah, fuck,” I cried out. My massive cum thrust down her canal. She didn’t orgasm. She just smiled at me. “Ummm, I can feel it, baby,” she cooed. “So nice. Your juice is running into me. Ah, it’s fucking perfect.”

We were still staring at one another. “I wanna fuck you forever, baby,” I told her, sincerely. “You are sooo luscious, so beautiful, so sexy.”

“You can fuck me anytime you want, Jim. I’d love to have threesomes with you and Lace. That would be perfect. You could lie there and we’d both stroke and suck your marvelous cock. You could cum in our mouths. We could share your cum. Ummm, sooo tasty.”

I was starting to soften. I withdrew. Now her eyes closed. Her finger went to her pussy, panning for white gold. She found some. Her finger came to her mouth. She tasted. “Mmmmm, you taste soooo fucking good, Jim.”

Then she turned to Lace. Candy and Lace were standing, watching our act of love with unspoken awe. Brenda’s voice was now quieter. “Thanks, Lace. Thanks for letting me fuck your husband. I needed that sooo bad, baby. I … I haven’t had sex in a little while. This was so refreshing. I … I feel like a woman again. Jim is awesome. And he … he tastes sooo good. Really … I’d really like to have some more sometime. Can I? Can I fuck your husband again?” Lace was still standing behind Candy playing with her little tits and slit.

“Brenda, we both love you, babe. We both love your awesome body; those spectacular tits; those gorgeous legs. We both love the dark recesses of your cunt; that beautiful love canal. You can fuck Jim anytime you want, whether I’m here or not. If I catch you fucking him I’ll just join in. I love him, but you can love him too. If you want his baby, it’s okay too. Do anything you want. Really. I don’t mind, as long as I can have some of you too.”

Then she turned to Candy. “Did you like that, baby? Did you like watching daddy fuck Mrs. Walters? Did you like it when Mrs. Walters felt your little cunt and asshole then stuck her tongue in your pussy?”

“Mmmmm, mommy”, Candy replied, “I’m so glad you and daddy and Mrs. Walters are teaching me all about the fun of sex. It feels sooooo good. And it’s soooo naughty. I love being naughty with you guys. And I love doing sexy things outside. I just love standing outside in our back yard in just my tiny skirt, my little tits bare and with no panties on. And I really love French kissing you, mommy. It makes me feel oh soooo good inside.” She looked directly at Brenda, a little apprehensive. “But … but I want Marce to join us too.”

Lace smiled at her daughter. She took Candy in her arms. They began to kiss and caress each other. “She will, baby,” Lace cooed. “She will.” Eventually Lace’s hand went to Candy’s ass. She ran her finger in and out of Candy’s little rosebud. The kiss broke. “Oh, baby,” Lace said, “you make me so horny. I could just fuck you forever. But right now we need to get Mrs. Walters cleaned up. Maybe later we’ll do more sexy and naughty things.”

“Yeah, mommy, maybe later,” Candy cooed, running her finger through her little slit under her skirt, in anticipation.

Eventually Brenda went home. I was totally wasted.

That night Lace and I were lying in bed. Lace was in panties only, I was in boxers. The TV was at a low murmur, the room illuminated only by the flicker of the screen. Candy was tucked safely in bed, probably in dreamland by now.

“Wasn’t that the wildest weekend ever?” Lace asked.

“I’m sore,” I moaned slightly.

“What?”

“I said ‘I’m sore’,” I repeated. “I’ve never had so much sex in three days in my life. My cock hurts. It feels like it’s going to fall off,” I chuckled. “It’ll probably take a week for my balls to fill up again.”

“Oh, you poor baby,” Lace giggled in mock sympathy. “I could kiss it and make it all better,” she teased.

“Baby, I don’t think I could get it up even if Sarah Chalke walked it, just dressed in panties. I’d fucking have to turn her down,” I laughed.

“That bad, eh?” she giggled. Lace was quiet for a second. “Wasn’t that wild with Brenda today?” she mused. “She sure has one hot body. It was sooo cool watching you fuck her. And when she said she wanted you to get her pregnant; well, that just blew my mind.”

“It was probably just sex talk, baby. I’m sure she didn’t mean it. It was just the heat of the moment.”

“I dunno,” Lace said. “I wonder though. I wonder how much she gets at home. She sure seemed horny.”

I turned to Lace, on my side. “I dunno but I can’t imagine anyone turning down that fucking luscious body. I mean, for 36 or whatever, she is just about perfect. Fuck, what beautiful tits.” I thought back to this afternoon with Brenda lying on the grass, knees bent, legs spread, fingering her pussy, begging me to jump her bones. Life couldn’t get any more perfect, I thought.

Now Lace turned to me. “I want you to keep fucking her,” she said, very serious. “But you have to tell me all the sexy stories; when you do it; where; how. Like what positions. Like everything.” Lace’s hand had dropped to her panty covered pussy. She was running her finger over her sex. “Tell me everything.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you,” I asked quietly.

“Way serious,” she hissed. Her face had contorted in her thoughts. “I’d … I’d love for you to get her pregnant. We … we could look after the baby together. I’d love to watch a little baby suck on her beautiful tits.” Now her finger was running rapidly over her cunt. “The baby could suck on one side, I could suck on the other. I’d love to taste Brenda’s milk.”

Lace threw off the covers. She lay on her back, knees bent Her fingers worked inside her panties, finger-fucking herself. Her thoughts were her own now as she masturbated. I couldn’t resist. I arose from the bed, turned off the television, turned on the bedroom light. I watched her for a second, her face twisted in self pleasure. I removed the digital camera from the bedside stand and started taking pictures of her in her pleasure. She opened her eyes. She smiled. Her fingers went faster. This was the very first time I had taken sex photos of Lace. It wouldn’t be the last.

“Oh yeah, baby,” I purred. “Fuck yourself for the camera. Take off your panties. Show me your cunt baby. Play with your tits.” Lace’s hands went to her panties. She took them off, still staring at the camera as I continued to shoot. She bent her knees then spread wide. She slowed her pace considerable, drawing her fingers slowly through the folds of her magnificent cunt. Then she started masturbating again, playing with her nipples, drawing them out from her areola. They were getting hard. Then her smile turned crooked. Without asking she turned over. She got on her knees. She again drew her finger through her beautiful cunt. Then she spread her ass.

“Take lots of pictures of my asshole, baby,” she cooed. She drew her finger over the magnificent sphincter, then probing with her fingertip, caressing gently. “Mmmm,” she moaned, as I continued shooting.

“Let’s put these pictures on the internet,” I said, “so the whole world can see, baby. Would you like the whole world to see you playing with your asshole, baby?”

“Yeah.” She was breathless. “Jim, kiss it for me.” Her finger went deeper, to the first knuckle, pumping slowly. I put the camera down. I just couldn’t help myself. Gradually my face came closer to her ass, then closer. She removed her finger. “Suck it! Suck my fucking finger,” she almost hollered. I did. The taste was phenomenal. I wanted more. I stuck my own finger inside her. I removed it. Again I sucked. Her hole was open now. I delved for the entry with my tongue. I kissed it. I licked it. I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. I probed and probed. Her finger had gone to her clit, massaging rapidly.

“Oh god, yessssss,” she hollered. “Clamp your lips right on my asshole, baby. Suck. Suck my fucking shit hole. Oh god.” Lace shuddered. Her orgasm was nearing. I quickly changed position so my face was upside down on her ass then I delved in again, opening her ass cheeks wide.

Lace became rigid. Her fingers stopped. She shuddered again. She climaxed as I continued to lick up and down between her cunt and asshole, cleaning her as her orgasm took over her complete body and mind. She tasted wonderful. I couldn’t get enough.

Then she relaxed. She looked back at me. “Clean me up good, Jim,” she purred. “Do it. Get it all, baby.” Her juices were flowing as I lapped. “Swallow it all, baby. Every drop. Frantically I was wiping her with my tongue, not wanting to loose one dribble of sweet nectar. I was finished. Her juices stopped flowing. I took one last swipe with my tongue.

“I love the way you wipe my ass with your tongue, baby. You are so fucking dirty.” Then her knees collapsed. She lay on her stomach, still in rapture. I was in heaven, still swirling my tongue around in my mouth, trying to capture every taste. I knew then I wanted more of her. Maybe even to taste her piss sometime. I smiled to myself. So fucking dirty. So fucking dirty.

I came up to her face. “I wanna take movies of you, baby. I want the whole world to see your body, your sex.”

She smiled at me. “Maybe we should start a camera club.”

Monday morning. I knew this was D-day. Diane day. How should I approach the inevitable? I was such a wuss when in came to face-to-face realities. It was like the proverbial morning after; incredible excitement the night before; guilt the next morning. As usual I worried for nothing.

Diane was in my office when I arrived, arranging papers on my desk. Little Miss Efficiency. God, I loved the way she handled this office. Today she was wearing a navy mini-skirt and white shirt. Her long, skinny legs were fabulous. No, I never wanted to lose this beautiful creature.

She turned, catching me leering at her legs. Her face broke into a smile. Then I knew I didn’t have to worry. She read my face right away, my anxiety; my uneasiness.

Her voice was serious. “Jim, I had fun on Friday night. Lots of fun. Let’s get it right out in the open right away, okay?”

“Okay, Di. I gotta tell you too that it thought it was an absolutely incredible night. I had no idea you were so sexual. I was so afraid you’d have second thoughts and I’d come in this morning and you’d be angry or something and wanting to quit and never talk to me again. You know me, I’m not good at talking about relationships and stuff. You’re right, it’s better to get it out in the open right away. Thanks for that.”

“Men! You guys are always so full of worry. But you gotta realize, Jim, we got an office and a business to run here and just because we’re by ourselves it doesn’t mean you can jump my bones anytime you want. I’ll lay it right out now. I’m not much into relationships and that all that head shit. I like to fuck, but to tell you the truth I like to fuck women more than men. I like you, boss, but I’m not going to go all girly and fall head over heels in love with you or any of that kinda shit. But of course if I get particularly horny one day and you wanna do the right thing then I’d probably really like it if we used this sofa for something more than sitting. By the sounds of things Lace would seem to be upset too much and that’s a good thing.”

I had to chuckle at her being so forthright. How the fuck could I go wrong with that arrangement, I thought. I smiled at her. My eyes roamed over her skinny body. “I like that skirt,” I chuckled, leering at her. “It’s sexy.”

She came right up to my face. She put one arm around my neck. The hand of her other arm went to my pants and she squeezed my cock. She kissed me. “And, I like this marvelous uncut cock, but I like pussy better.” She kissed me again. “But I gotta get back to work now.”

“I love you, Di,” I told her seriously. “Don’t ever leave, okay? I wouldn’t know what to do without you. You’re beautiful, you’re sexy and you run this place like a well oiled machine.”

She laughed. “Yeah. Well tell me at raise time.” I knew she was kidding. She knew the financial situation of the business. She knew I was paying her what she was worth. “I’m going back to work.” She kissed me again, squeezed my cock one more time and left. I wanted to tell her all about the rest of my weekend but the opportunity just didn’t arise, at least not today.