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Candy &
Lace
Chapter 2
by The Razor’s Edge
I
arrived at the office at about
As
I walked in I greeted Diane. She’s my 23
year old assistant, receptionist, accountant and babysitter. The babysitting part comes with my
innumerable tirades of ill temper when things go wrong. I’m the worrier, Diane is the pacifier. I blow off steam, Diane sooths the
situation. She’s the Ying to my
Yang. We’ve worked together for over three
years and during that time we’ve become a well oiled machine. She runs the office and me; I run the clients. Her desk is in a small reception area and I
have a private office, mainly for privacy.
Diane
is very tall, about five feet ten inches, and very slim. I doubt if she’s over 110 pounds. She wears her pitch black hair page-boy style. She very seldom wears make-up and if she does
it’s just very dark, almost black lipstick.
She’s not beautiful by any means but she does have a pretty natural face.
I love her freckles. They’re all over her nose, cheeks and upper
lip. They make her look younger. She’d pass for 17 or 18 easy. Because she is so slim she basically has no
curves. Her hips narrow very little, her
breasts are indistinguishable and her legs are simply long and slim. Diane’s eyes are her most endearing
feature. They’re a beautiful blue-grey
mixture. They seem to sparkle all the
time. When she looks at me I melt into a
heap, even after three years.
I’ve
often speculated to myself about Diane’s sexual orientation. I always assumed she was straight, but I’ve
just had a hunch that she may be gay, or at least bi-sexual. She’s talked about boyfriends from time to
time but without enthusiasm. She talks
about girlfriends too sometimes but not in a sexual way. Because of the fact that it’s just the two of
us in the office there is really no gossip to speak of and I’m really not the type
to engage in idle chit-chat with a 23 year old, especially about her sex life. But I do wonder sometimes.
Diane
is extremely efficient so I pay her pretty well. Why not?
She masterminds the place and she pumps me up when I feel down. She makes me laugh when I’m sad. She is up most of the time and she’s fun. And she’s sexy. If truth be told I like her not only because
she’s efficient but because of her long, slim body, her dazzling eyes and most
importantly, her tiny tits. I wonder if
she knows how attracted I am. If she
does she doesn’t let on. I’ve never
pursued it.
Diane
walked in my office with a file folder.
“Johnson again,” she quipped. She
tossed the folder on my desk. “Just
can’t get rid of that guy.”
I
looked at her. “He calls you all the
time ‘cause he’s probably after your bod.” I tried a
chuckle but I was tired from last night.
Besides, my straight life had been turned upside down. My secret perversions have been revealed for
the first time to both Lace and Candy, and maybe even Marcia and her mom. I couldn’t be sure. Things were sure different this morning. I did feel freer, though. I think I realized now that life is way to
short. It was time to let my hair down a
little. Who the fuck would care if I
flirted with my young assistant? You’d
never know what would happen unless you tried.
Diane
was silent for a second. “Yeah, right; like
I’m Brittany Spears, or something. You grumpy today? You
seem a little preoccupied.” She could
always read me like a book. I probably
looked like how I felt. Who
wouldn’t? Fuck, what a night!
I
tried to be cheerful. “Nope. Long night, last night, that’s all. A little trouble with
Candy. You know,
11 year old stuff.”
Diane
looked at me and smiled. “You wanna talk about it?”
Once in a while I’ll run stuff by Diane about Candy. She’s closer in age, a girl, and doubtless understands
the workings of the mind of an 11 year old girl better than me. At least Diane has another perspective on
things and it’s good to talk to her once in a while. She doesn’t seem to mind.
“Okay. You got a few minutes?” I asked.
“Sure. Johnson can wait for the sales figures. Like it’s not as if he’s going into the poor
house or anything.” Bob Johnson was one
of our better heeled clients. Diane sat
down across the desk from me.
I
suggested we move over the sofa to be more comfortable. She agreed.
We sat on either end. Diane will
sometimes wear a mini-skirt to work but after last night I was glad it was
pants today. I was getting too horny too
fast these days. I didn’t need the distraction. She crossed her legs, leaned forward a little
waiting for the latest episode in the ongoing saga of father and soon to be
teenager. Diane was a good listener. Her crossed leg started to move ever so
slightly, rocking back and forth. Now I was
really glad it was pants today.
“Shoot,
I’m all ears. Give me all the dope,” she
chuckled. I smiled and thought to myself
that Diane is sure easy to talk to. There
was no way I was going to tell her the whole story of last night of course.
I
started out gently. “It’s kinda personal. Hope
you don’t mind,” I warned. She just
nodded. “Last night Candy said the word
‘tits’. Both Lace and I never heard her
say it before. We were surprised and didn’t
know how to take it so we said nothing. We
didn’t want to show our surprise to her.
I guess I don’t know where to go from here. I think she was trying to challenge to us. You know, wanting to be older than she is; always
raising the bar.”
Diane
laughed. “Kids, eh?” She was still smiling. “But geeze,
Jim. even when I was in 6th grade
the girls said words like that. Lighten
up, man. Little girls talk like that all
the time. She probably didn’t want to
say it in front of you but it slipped out.
It’s no biggie.” She was silent
for a second, thinking. Her voice
changed, slightly lower, curious. “What
context was she using it in, anyway?” Hmmmm, this is interesting, I thought. Diane seemed really interested.
I
lowered my voice a little too. “Well, she
… ah, she has this little friend, Marcia, who is more mature than Candy; older;
a grade higher in school. Candy said
that Marcia was wearing a loose shirt at school yesterday. Candy had the opportunity to look down
Marcia’s shirt and saw her little boobs.
She actually said, ‘I saw Marce’s tits down
her shirt today. I wish I had a pair
like hers.’ Both Lace and I didn’t know
what to say. We just … ah, just said
something to the effect that she would very soon and left it at that.” Me, tongue-tied? I didn’t believe it. I was telling Diane a lie of course, but I
wanted to ease her into the conversation.
It was a good way to start the story.
Diane
uncrossed her legs, re-crossed them the other way and leaned back a little. She was thinking. She unconsciously started playing with the
top button on her shirt. I watched her
fingers a moment and then looked up. She
was smiling. I wanted her to unbutton
it. Fuck, I wanted all the buttons
undone. Why was I so horny all the time
now? Her leg continued to rock.
Her
expression changed a little. Her eyes
narrowed. “I think the word ‘tits’ is
not the problem, Jim.” She thought a
minute, apprehensive. “Ah … can … can we
talk adult to adult?”
I
really wanted to hear what she had to say.
Yeah, I wanted to talk adult to adult with her. I tried to put her at ease. “Sure.
Why not?” I told her. “That’s what we are, kiddo … adults.”
She
thought a second. She looked directly
into my eyes. “Good. I’m glad we can talk. I really like no holds barred
conversations.” She smiled. “I really don’t think words like ‘tits’ are
all that surprising from an 11 year old.
Maybe when she starts coming up with words like ah … ‘cunt’ and ‘cock’ and ‘fuck’ … ah … then you may
have a little problem you need to talk to her about.”
This
was incredible. I was a little shocked by
her language but tried to recover quickly.
Fuck, I liked it when she talked dirty.
It was a turn on. My cock was
growing harder. I’d never heard Diane use
dirty words before. I was quiet for a
second. I wanted to know all about her
sex life now. I wanted to ask her all
kinds of sexy questions. She was so
matter of fact. She was challenging me. I didn’t know how to reply. Her eyes dropped to my lap. Was she staring at my bulge? I hoped so.
I
would’ve liked to jump her bones and fuck her silly right now; right on this
sofa; but I knew better. I smiled at her
to make her more comfortable. I glanced
at her rocking leg, then up to her hand, still playing with the button on her
shirt. I looked directly at her chest
where her tits should be but saw no rise in the material at all. I recovered and settled down a little.
“Yeah,
you’re right as usual,” I chuckled. I
could tell my voice has raised a little.
It showed my reaction to her words.
I thought for a second. Maybe I
should challenge her a little too. What
would she do? “Maybe we should start
using more adult words around the house.
After all I have to admit that Candy’s not a kid anymore. Even at 11 her little tits are starting to bud. Her legs are starting to shape up
nicely. Her little ass is perfect. She’s going to be a beauty, that’s for sure.” Had I said too much? Was I giving my secret thoughts away? What would be her reaction with my talking
about Candy’s little tits and ass? I glanced at Diane’s chest again, then at
her face for a reaction. Without my
realizing it she had unfastened the top button she had been playing with. Her hands were now in her lap, her leg still
rocking.
Diane
smiled at me. Her hand went to her hair
pushing in back slightly. Was she
flirting? “She’s lucky,” she started. “I remember when I was her age I hoped my
tits would get bigger. I waited and
waited but nothing ever happened. Now
I’m just stuck with these tiny things that are supposed to be tits.” She sounded a little disappointed but still
sultry. She thought a second, forming
her question carefully. “Ummm, have … have you ever seen her little tits, Jim?” she
asked quietly, with apprehension.
I
openly stared at her chest again. Did I
have the courage? Could I tell her I
loved little, tiny bumps? Hers; Candy’s; all of them?
I didn’t want to be embarrassed.
I need full strength. I looked at
her and smiled. “Yeah, I have,” I
admitted. “They’re really tiny and
pretty. I love the rosy, little
nipples.”
“You’re
lucky to have her,” Diane said. “I’d … I’d
like to see them too. I’ll bet they’d be
nice to … ah … play with.” Her mouth had
a little, crooked, devious form to it.
She was almost thinking out loud but not embarrassed. My cock was rock hard.
“They
are,” I admitted carefully. God, how far
should I go?
Diane
leaned forwarded, really interested. I
could almost see down her shirt. Her leg
continued to rock. Her eyes were wide. “You’ve played with them? You lucky fuck. You’ve played with your little girl’s
tits. Oh man, that’s fucking cool.”
It
was all coming out now. Diane was
anxious to hear more. She didn’t
mind. It was still a little
uncomfortable telling all but I was horny.
“Have
you … ah … ummm … played with her little … ah … pussy
too? It’s okay,
Jim, I won’t tell a soul. Please, I kinda need to know.
Really, I find this conversation really … ah … stimulating, if you know
what I mean.” Yeah, I did. Her cheeks were turning a little red. She was getting horny too. It was obvious. Diane may be into little girls too. Now I needed to find out.
My
voice dropped. “You bad, Di,” I chuckled.
“But … ah … yeah, I did,” I admitted.
“Last night, in her room. I played with her tits and slit. I kissed her.
She liked it. At least she said
she did. She’s so fucking sexy and
perfect. I couldn’t help myself.”
“Oh,
man. Did you … did you fuck her,
Jim. Really. Please tell me. I don’t mind.
I need to know. Did you?” Diane’s eyes were as big as saucers. She turned redder. I could tell she was really into this. I knew she wouldn’t tell a soul. It would be our secret.
“No,
she’s too small. I didn’t want to hurt
her. I still love her deeply. I just needed to feel her little body.”
“Oh,
man, this is fantastic,” Diane confessed.
“Tell me. Did you at least kiss
her little … you know … her little pussy?
Did you lick it; put your tongue inside?
Oh fuck, I need to know. God, I’m
getting horny just thinking of you licking that little slit. Fuck.”
“Yeah,
I did, baby. I fucking kissed her little
cunt. I
fucking kissed and sucked her little asshole too. Ummm … it tasted so
fine. She’s so sweet.”
“Oh,
god,” Diane moaned. She leaned back on
the sofa. She looked down at her chest
and then back up to me, smiling. Her
hand slowly went to her chest. She began
to run her finger over her nipple through the shirt. I was mesmerized, watching her.
“I
like watching you do that,” I told her quietly. I watched her play with her
chest for a few seconds. “Are your
nipples really hard?” I asked quietly.
She
glanced up at me. “Yeah, they are,” she
admitted. Her voice was sultry. “Your story has me fucking horny.”
“Yeah? Then why don’t you
put your hand inside your shirt and play with your fucking little tits while I
watch. I’d really like that. It would be really sexy.”
“Jim,
you’re fucking naughty. You want me to
play with my fucking tit right here in the office while you watch?” She again looked down at her hand. “To do that I’ll have to undo a couple of
more buttons on my shirt. Is that okay,
Jim?”
“Yeah,
do it Di. I’d
like that.”
Again
she smiled. Her fingers went to the buttons
and she unfastened them, all the while smiling at me. Then her hand snaked under her shirt. She started playing with her bare little
tit. Her head went back and she closed
her eyes. “Ummmm
… this feels good. I love playing with
my tits. They’re so sensitive.” I scooted over to the middle of the sofa. I just had to see. I couldn’t help it. I pulled away the material of her shirt, just
enough to watch her fingers rub over her tiny tit. Her nipple was huge. It was very dark and fully extended.
“And
I love watch you do it, Diane,” I told her quietly. “It’s so sexy. You’re tits are fantastic. I love tiny tits. Yours are just a little bigger than Candy’s. Ummm … so nice.” She
turned her head towards me and opened her eyes.
I leaned over and kissed her. She
kissed me back.
“Fuck,
Jim, your story is way cool. I love the
part about you licking her little ass. I
really need to jerk off. You’ve got me soooo fucking horny.”
Her other hand was now on the inside of her thigh. She was caressing her thigh through her
pants. Every so often she would finger
her pussy through the material. “I love
jerking off, especially when someone watches.
Would you like to watch me, Jim?
Would you like to watch me finger fuck myself? I’d love to do it for you.”
I
leaned over and kissed her again. “Yeah,
baby, do it. Fuck yourself while I
watch. Run your finger in and out of
your fucking cunt, baby. Play with your clit while I watch.”
She
smiled. “I didn’t know you were into
this stuff, Jim. I love to
masturbate. It feels so good.” She simply stood up, unfastened the button on
her pants, pulled down the zipper and slowly started to pull them down. Her black panties came into view. I was still
rock hard, mesmerized by her skinny, long body; her wet panties.
She
started teasing me. “You want my
fucking pants all the way off, boss?”
“Yeah,
all the way, baby.”
She
stepped out of the pants slowly; seductively.
“You do the panties, baby. Take
off my panties, Jim. Look at my fucking cunt,” she commanded.
Her voice was throaty. I put my
hands under the elastic and gently pulled them down. Her gorgeous cunt
came into view. It was completely
shaved. I was on my knees. I pulled the material down to the floor and
she stepped out of them.
“You
like, Jim? Is my fucking cunt nice? Kiss me like you did Candy. Eat my fucking cunt,
baby.” She spread her legs a little and
looked down. Her finger slowly traced up
and down the slit. She had no hang-ups. What a difference in generations, I
thought. Diane didn’t mind showing me
her sexuality.
“Kiss
it, baby. Kiss my fucking cunt. Tongue me,
Jim. I want you to eat my fucking cunt you horny bastard.”
I couldn’t wait. Her labia were
wet. The smell was incredible. My lips went to her cunt
lips, my tongue traced the slit. The
taste was beautiful. My lips clamped on
the organ and I sucked, trying to get as much of the sweet nectar as I
could. I glanced up and smiled at
her. She had her shirt completely
unbuttoned and was playing with both her tits.
“Get
up Jim,” she commanded. I stood and
reached for her cunt.
I ran my finger through the damp folds.
“I’m going to sit on the sofa and jack-off Jim. Why don’t you join me? It’s lots of fun.” She reached out and grabbed my cock through
my pants. “Why don’t you haul it out and
we’ll jack-off together, baby?” She
again sat on the sofa. This time she
draped a leg over the arm, exposing her cunt lips further. Her hand gradually went from her out thigh to
her inner thigh, then to her clit. She
began massaging. Then her finger went
inside and she began to pump. I couldn’t
stand it any longer. My hand went to my
zipper and pulled it down. I unfastened
my belt, pulled down my underwear and exposed by rock hard member.
Diane
looked over to me. “Nice fucking
cock. Mmmm … and uncut too. Her hand stopped in her cunt as she watched
me pumping. “That’s it Jim. Jack-off for me. I love watching a guy jack his prick.”
I
had to press the issue. “I like you
watching me, baby. Mmmm
… this feels good.” She reached over and
felt my organ. I needed to know. I turned to her, still pumping. “I want more, baby. I want you to suck it just like I wanted
Candy to suck it last night. Ummm … I’d really like a fucking blow job.”
“Take
off your clothes,” she commanded. “Lie
on the sofa. I’m going to blow you,
baby.” I quickly got undressed and lay
down. In a second she was on top of me
sucking my cock, moaning. We were in the
69 position, her perfect cunt and ass right in my
face. I began to lick and probe with my
tongue. My finger went to her tight
little asshole. I felt it. It was perfect. I tasted my finger. She was sweet.
“Ummm … I like that, Jim.
Fucking play with my shit hole again.
I really like my ass played with.
Oh fuck, this feels good,” she shrieked.
Again she went back to my cock.
She was licking and sucking. I
wouldn’t last too much longer. Fuck, the
talk about Candy and now this was almost too much.
“I’m
going to cum, Diane. Do you eat cum,
baby? Do you swallow? Can I cum in your mouth, baby?”
“I
do it all, Jim. I love everything about
sex,” she told me. “Do it, baby. Fucking let it go. Cum in my mouth while I suck. I want to taste you.” Again my mouth went to her tight little
ass. I licked and probed. Then I could feel the cum
start up my cock.
“Here
it comes, baby. Here comes my load. Eat it all, baby. Swallow it all. Fuck! Aaaaaah.” I began to pump and pump. Diane didn’t miss a beat. I could feel my discharge enter her mouth
while I continued to suck on her shit hole.
I never wanted to leave that beautiful ass.
Finally
I was spent. My hard on started to
recede. Diane continued to lick as it
shrunk, cleaning all the residue from the organ. She turned and looked back at me. She smiled.
“I want more, baby. Can I get
some more sometime? You taste fucking
marvelous.”
I
chuckled and winked at her. “Maybe you
and Lace and I should all get together and talk about it. Are you able to come for dinner tonight? I think Lace would like to … ah … talk to you
about us and her and Candy too.”
“Oh,
man, that would be sweet, baby. I’d love
to come. I want to, baby. Ummm … just
thinking about Candy’s little tits and ass is so appetizing. I can hardly wait!
Diane
has been to our house for dinner many times.
She and Lace get along great.
Candy and Diane are almost like sisters.
“I’ll
let Lace know,” I told her. “Come at
about six-thirty. I’ll let Lace know. We’ll have fun!”
“Great! I’ll bring the wine.”
Diane
got up and kissed my prick once more. “I
don’t want to get dressed but I guess I have to,” she signed. “I love being sexy.” She put on her clothes and walked to the
door. I watched her every step. She stopped, turned and smiled. I was still lying on the sofa, totally naked. It was the sexiest smile I had ever seen from
her. She left my office. I picked up the phone.
“Hi,
Lace. Everything okay?”
“Hi, babe. Yeah,
everything is good. Just a little
tired. You kept me up too late,” she
giggled. “What’s up?”
“I
was talking to Diane this morning a little.
Is it okay if she comes for supper tonight? Tomorrow is Saturday so it shouldn’t be a
problem if it turns out to be a little late.”
Lace’s
voice immediately showed concern. “Don’t
tell me you told her about last night, Jim!”
I
tried to ease her down. “No, no, babe. We just had a little conversation about different
words 11 year old girls use at school but not in front of their parents,” I
lied. “You know Diane sometimes has a
better handle on Candy than we do. I
appreciate her input and she may have some good ideas. What do you think?”
She
was calmer now. “Whew. Okay, dinner is a
go. It’ll be great to see Diane
again. Tell her wear something
sexy.” Lace giggled. “I’m still horny from last night. I’d like her little tits.”
I
chuckled. “Yeah,
right. I’ll just walk in there
and tell her to wear her shortest mini-skirt, no bra or panties and a see
through shirt.”
“Oooh, that’d be cool.
I dare you,” Lace giggled.
“Yeah,
you’d like that, wouldn’t you? She’d
bust my chops.”
Lace’s
voice was teasing. “Oh, I don’t know. She’s a sexy little thing. Maybe she’d surprise you.” She was definitely trying to push my buttons. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “You know what I’m wearing?”
Okay,
I’d bite. “No. What?
Tell me.”
“I’m
wearing my robe. I’ve got it open and nothing
on underneath. Right now I’m running my
fingers through my nice soft cunt. I
think I’m going to finger-fuck myself.
You wanna watch, baby? My little tits are showing. My pussy is nice and wet, baby. Do I make you hot, Jim?”
That’s
exactly what I needed at
“Yeah,
baby,” I whispered. “Do it. Run your finger over that beautiful
cunt. Feel how nice and soft it is. Spread the lips a little. I think I’ll take my cock out right here and
jack myself off right in the office while you play with your tits and
pussy. Maybe Diane will walk in and suck
my cock for me. Ummmm
… her head would go up and down on my shaft soooo
slowly.”
“You’re
fucking bad, Jim,” she giggled. Of course Lace didn’t know what had gone on
in the office just a few minutes ago.
But this was fun. “Why don’t you
just go into her office and grab a feel baby?
You’d like that wouldn’t you?
You’d love to run your fingers over those little tits. Wouldn’t it be neat if you could just walk in
and ask her to show you those little fucking buds?”
My
prick was getting hard now. “You know if
you keep it up I’m going to have to go to the washroom and jack off for real,
baby?”
“Save
it, Jim. I want you at full strength for
tonight.” She giggled again. “Are you coming home early? Ah … to help make supper?”
“Okay. I’ll be home by
Bye,
sexy,” she whispered, “and no jacking-off until I can watch.” I hung up the phone. How things had changed. This was super fun except for the fact that
again I had a raging hard on and promised not to relieve myself. I looked up. Fuck. Diane
had left the door to my office open.
Shit. I hope she didn’t hear
anything. That was my first
reaction. My second, well … I hoped she
did. The rest of the day I kept looking
at Diane’s chest making my stares as obvious as I could. She kept smiling at me.
When
I arrived home Lace was in a good mood, but she was also a little concerned. We sat at the kitchen table. Lace’s voice was a little shaky. “So what are we going to do about
Marcia? I’m not worried about Candy but
Marcia is another problem. What if she
tells Brenda and Mark? We could be in
big trouble.”
I
was matter of fact. “That’s the danger,
baby. But like I told you last night, it
won’t happen. Don’t worry about it. Brenda’s look and smile when she picked
Marcia up last night gave her away as far as I’m concerned. It was like she knew what was going on. It was as if she approved the way Marcia was
dressed. I think she knew something was
up. I also think she knew it was more
than an innocent game. I could be nuts
but she just got this look on her face.
I think she wants to have fun too.
I’m almost sure of it. I’ll bet
if Marcia told her mom then Brenda would want to be part of a fashion show too.”
Lace
thought a minute, pondering. “Yeah,
Brenda does have this aura about her, doesn’t she? She’s kinda sexy
too. Hmmm … maybe I should try and make
a pass at her.” Lace giggled again. “God, that little mini was sexy Marcia was
wearing last night. And her long legs! Fuck, I’m horny again.”
I
reached down under the table to adjust my hardening cock. “Yeah, I know. Marcia’s really cute. But now we better start
supper. Diane will be here at
six-thirty.” We were making supper, both
in deep thought.
A
thought popped into my head from nowhere.
It was time to test Lace again. “Lace. Have you seen Jessica
Malcolm down the street lately?”
“No,
why?” she replied innocently. Then a
knowing look came across her face. She
smiled and shook her head. “You pervert.” She was grinning at me. I grinned back, stupidly.
“I
caught a glimpse of the kid on the way home yesterday. I saw her on her bike from a distance. I wonder how old she is. She was wearing a short tee and short
shorts. Fuck, she’s a beautiful little girl.”
Lace
was shaking her head, still realizing how perverted I was becoming. “I know.
I think she’s just turned 12.
Marcia and Candy aren’t enough for you?”
Lace chuckled.
“They
are but I’d like to try and seduce Jessica too.”
Lace
was quiet for a second. “You’re getting
right into this, aren’t you, baby? Pretty soon you’ll want to fuck every 11 or 12
year old in the neighborhood. This is going
to fun, isn’t it, Jim? You know, I’m
still scared but I love the danger. You
fucking Jessica would be a turn on for me.
You are bad, bad, bad!” She
laughed.
Diane
showed up right on time. Lace answered
the door. “Hey, Diane,
how ya doin’? Thanks for coming.”
Diane
was in a good mood. “Hi Lace. I’m great!
And thanks for having me.” The
two women hugged. “I haven’t been here
for awhile. It’s good to see you again.” Candy came running from the dining room where
she was helping me set the table.
She
ran and gave Diane a big hug. “Hi, Diane,” she yelped. Such enthusiasm. Both Lace and Candy stepped back. They looked Diane over and realized what she
was wearing.
Candy
spoke first. “Geeze,
Diane, that dress is totally awesome.
How come you’re all dressed up just for us? It looks like that dress was painted on you.” Diane was wearing a pure black mini-dress
that buttoned down the front. The hem
was about a quarter of the way down her thighs.
Even though she was very thin, the dress highlighted her every
curve. I couldn’t imagine how she ever
got into it. Lace got her wish, I
thought. Diane had dressed sexy, big
time. Diane looked incredibly hot.
Diane
smiled. “Thanks, kiddo. I was down at Macy’s last Saturday and it was
just hanging there. I tried it on and it
fit, so here it is!” She raised her arms
out from her sides in a model’s pose.
The hem rose a little higher. “To
tell you the truth, though, I don’t think it’s ‘totally awesome’ but I do think
it’s sexy on me since I’m so skinny.”
Candy
was excited. “You got that right. It’s so short. Way cool.”
Her voice dropped. “Daddy likes
short dresses. He told us last night,” she
giggled. I heard her. Diane looked at me and winked, those blue
eyes sparkling, but she spoke to Candy.
“Really! That’s
cool. Do you think this one is short
enough for him?”
Candy
giggled again. She also was looking at
me. “Oh I think so. He’ll be staring at your legs all
night.” I was turning red.
Lace
intervened. “Come on you guys. You’re going to get poor old daddy all worked
up. Come in Diane. Since I know you don’t eat meat we’re having
salmon and three kinds of salads for dinner.
You can help toss the salads.” Diane
offered two bottles of wine to Lace.
“Here
Lace. I picked these up on the way. There’s a bottle of Blue Nun and one of Bolla Sauve. Hope you like them.”
Lace
took them. “Well, we won’t be able to
finish them both I’m sure. If we do
we’ll all be rip-roaring plastered by the end of the night. Besides, I’ve already got a bottle of wine
opened. Want a glass before dinner?”
“Sure,
that would be great,” Diane replied. The
two women were standing at the kitchen counter giggling about something. I couldn’t hear. Lace was stroking Diane’s back. Gradually Lace’s hand went further and
further down with each stroke. Diane
didn’t seem to be uncomfortable. Lace’s
hand then moved over Diane’s little tiny ass, she squeezed slightly then back
up to Diane’s back. That little move
stirred my cock again.
After
dinner we were all sitting around the dining room table talking and drinking
wine. Candy had asked for a glass too. Since it was a special occasion I told her
okay but not too much.
“Oh,
daddy, you’re such an old fuddy-duddy.” Later,
Candy was just a little tipsy. While I
wasn’t looking I was sure she poured herself a second glass. Kids!
Lace
was wearing slacks and a shirt. “Shit. I
think I got something on my shirt making supper. I want to go up and change.” She looked down at Diane’s chest. “But it sure isn’t going to be something as sexy
as that black number you’re wearing, Diane.”
Diane
looked at her seriously. “Why not? It’s fun to
dress sexy.” She winked at Lace. “I’ll bet you’ve got some nice sexy
clothes. After all, it’s only me.” Lace looked at her and smiled. I could tell it was a subtle challenge to
Lace to pick out her sexiest outfit.
“After all, you’ve got the figure for it, that’s for sure.” Now she was looking directly at Lace’s tits.
Lace
was serious, too, but had a little smile on her face. “Okay.
I’ll see what I can find.”
Candy
interjected. “Why don’t we all go
upstairs? I want to show Diane how I
decorated my room. She hasn’t seen it
yet.”
We
all headed for the stairs. I walked up
last, behind the three girls. Diane was
just ahead of me. As I glanced up I got
a fantastic view under her short dress. She
was wearing what appeared to be a red thong!
She was wiggling her ass ever so erotically knowing that I was probably
looking. At least I hoped so. She looked back at me and smiled,
knowingly. After three glasses of wine I
was feeling pretty good.
Diane
went into Candy’s room with her. “Gee, this is nice Candy. Cool colors.
I see you’re a Hillary Duff fan.”
She admired the posters of the pre-teen diva on the wall. “I have to admit I even I like her and I’m
old!” Lace had gone into our room to
change. I was just standing in the
doorway watching. Diane was looking at
some of Candy’s jewelry.
Candy
watched her. “Why don’t you ever wear
any jewelry, Diane?” Candy asked. Diane was hesitant for a second. “Um … well, I do wear jewelry, Candy; almost
all the time, at least.”
Candy
looked puzzled. “Oh, I didn’t know. I don’t see you wearing any tonight so I
thought I’d just ask.” Diane glanced at
me. Lace had changed and was standing
beside me with her arm around my waist.
She was wearing a new full, silky mini-skirt than came half way down her
thighs, and a silky blouse. I was sure
she had removed her bra but I wasn’t certain.
Diane’s eyes went to Lace and roamed over her body. She smiled, approvingly.
She
turned back to Candy and chuckled slightly.
“Well, Candy, if you must know, I … I wear … ah … nipple rings. They’re not visible but they’re still jewelry.” Diane glanced at us again looking for approval. Neither of us said anything. My cock was stirring again.
Candy’s
little voice was excited. “Wow. Too cool. Do … do you have them on now? Can I see them?” Candy’s hand went to her mouth and she
giggled. She knew she was over
enthusiastic. It was a slip. We just let it go. Would Diane show her? “Sorry,” Candy apologized. “I … I just thought it would be neat to see
them.” Diane again glanced over to us.
Lace shrugged her shoulders slightly.
Diane
was up to the challenge. “So you want to
see my nipple rings, eh? Well … okay,
Candy, but let’s sit on the bed.” Slowly,
Diane began to undo the buttons on her dress, her eyes on Lace and I, silently
smiling. She unfastened all the buttons
of her dress to her waist.
She
turned to Candy. “Here, put you’re hand
inside my dress and feel them.” She took
Candy’s hand and gently placed it on one of her tits.
Candy’s
eyes were large and round. “This is too
cool,” she exclaimed. She peeked inside Diane’s
dress. “Wow, they’re gold.” Diane leaned forward and glanced at us again. I knew she wanted us to watch Candy fondling
her nipple. From where we stood we could
see the very dark nipples that I had seen earlier in the office. They looked almost black. I could just barely make out the nipple
ring. Candy continued to play with the
ring. Then she cupped Diane’s tiny tit
and squeezed gently.
Diane
giggled. “My tits are kinda small aren’t they?”
Candy’s
voice was a whisper. “I like them
anyway. They’re neat; especially with
the rings. They make your nipples
hard.” She started to remove her little
hand from inside Diane’s dress.
Diane
grabbed her arm. “Keep doing it. It feels really nice,” she whispered.
Candy
continued to fondle. “Ummm … do you like it when I play with your tits?” Candy’s voice was now very low and serious.
“Yeah. I do baby but if you’re going to play with them then I’m
going to have to kiss you.” Diane put
her finger under Candy’s chin, raised her head, bent slightly and kissed her. Candy opened her mouth. We watched as Diane and Candy’s intertwined
their tongues. It looked as though Diane
was sucking on Candy’s tongue.
Diane
broke the kiss. “Mmmm. That was a great kiss, Candy. I love it when someone plays with my nipple
rings and kisses me at the same time. You
sure know how to kiss. Wow!”
I
was turned on. Lace glanced at me,
knowingly. She kissed me. Slowly her hand lowered and she began to play
with my hard cock through my pants. Candy
didn’t reply to Diane. She was quiet, still
squeezing Diane’s tit and fondling her nipple.
Diane’s hand went to her own thigh.
Ever so gradually she shifted it up, reaching just under the hem of her
short dress. She began to caress the
inside of her thigh, very slowly. Then she
removed her hand from her thigh, placed it over Candy’s. She took Candy’s hand lower, slowly shifting
it to her navel. Again she bent
down. Again she kissed Candy. Her fingers were tracing Candy’s fingers over
her navel. Then she moved both hands
lower, to the top of her panties, again tracing the little girl’s finger over
the material of her thong.
Candy
looked down, inside Diane’s dress. “Your
panties are really silky. They feel
neat.”
Diane
returned Candy’s hand to her tit. “It’s
a thong. Have you ever worn one, baby?” Diane’s voice was sultry.
“No.” Candy was mesmerized. “I’d like to though.”
“They’re
a little uncomfortable at first. They
ride up the crack of your ass. It feels
good when you get used to them.” She
smiled and looked directly into Candy’s eyes.
“Would you like to try mine on, baby?”
Candy
had a dreamy look on her face. “Yeah, I
would. It’s so silky-smooth.” Diane lifted her dress a little, reached
under short skirt and removed the red thong.
As she stood up her dress parted at the top and Lace and I could now see
her tits and gold nipple rings. She
glanced at us but made no effort to cover up.
She
leaned over and gave Candy another kiss.
“Here, hon, try this on.” Candy glanced at us. She looked at Lace’s fingers stoking my cock
through my pants. She looked a little apprehensive. Lace nodded to her and smiled. Candy was wearing shorts and a tee. She got up from the bed and slowly lowered
her shorts and stepped out of them. She
looked at us again. Her fingers slid
under the elastic of her panties and she slowly lower them too. Her beautiful little slit came into view. She
casually ran her finger through the puffy little lips, staring right at us.
Diane
was staring at her little pussy, too. “Mmmm … Candy, you’ve got a really nice little ass.” As Candy bent over to put on the little thong
Diane reached over and gently ran her hand over Candy’s smooth ass cheeks.
Candy
looked down. “The thong is a little wet
in front.” Candy giggled.
Diane
whispered to her but we could still hear her.
“Well, it’s a little warm out. And
besides, those nice little kisses of yours got me a little worked up, if you
know what I mean.”
Candy
faced us, running her hands over the front of the thong. Her voice was low, sultry. “What do you think, mom, is this beautiful or
what?”
Lace’s
voice was quiet, husky. “It’s gorgeous,
baby. How does it feel?”
“Sexy. It’s all silky, mom. I feel sexy.”
Lace’s hand was moving faster on my cock. Both Candy and Diane could easily see her hand
moving on my shaft. Diane smiled at us,
knowingly.
Lace
spoke dreamily to her daughter. “Take
off your tee, baby. I want to see you in
just the thong.”
Candy
removed her tee. What a sight! She looked perfect. I was hot staring at our 11 year-old wearing just
the silky tiny bikini panty. Diane’s
little wet spot was clearly visible.
Candy had Diane’s sex juices covering her little pussy.
“Turn
around, Candy,” Lace instructed. Candy
turned her back to us and we could barely see the thong along the crack of her
little ass. Now I was hard as a rock. Watching
Candy, with Lace caressing me, was just about too much.
Diane
began to caress Candy’s little ass, slowly up and down. “Man, I like your little ass, Candy. It’s sooo soft.” Diane’s other hand gradually moved higher under
the hem of her dress, caressing her thigh.
Her fingers must have been very, very close to her pussy. Was she fingering herself? The buttons of her dress were still
unfastened. We could see her nipple
rings clearly, moving ever so slowly with the rhythm of her hand under the
dress. Fuck, Diane has nice little tits.
Candy
looked at Lace. “Mom, come over and feel
this material. It’s beautiful.”
Lace
walked over to Candy. She ran her fingers
over the front. She was directly over
Candy’s little pussy. “Oh, it’s so silky. I love the color too.” She continued to stroke. She circled the
wetness with her finger, gently. Then slowly
and gradually she ran her finger inside of the little red bikini and began to
caress Candy’s little slit.
Diane’s
voice was no more than a whisper. It had
a dreamy lilt. “Lace, pull the material
away. I want to watch you fondle that
little slit. Mmmm
… it’s sooo delicious watching
you explore her little cunt.”
It
was extremely erotic. You could smell
the sex in the air now. As Lace pulled
the material away I watched hungrily. She
did it so slowly, seductively. Finally
she pulled the material completely aside.
Candy’s little pussy was in full view.
It looked very soft and pink.
Lace probed the soft lips, running her finger up and down, gently
testing the soft inside of the lips with her finger.
Diane
stood up from the bed. She allowed her
dress drop to the floor. All bets were
off now. Diane was totally naked. Her
dark bush was trimmed neatly. She unabashedly
walked over to me. She unzipped my fly. She reached inside. She freed my rock hard cock.. She ran her fingers over the length of it. She unbuckled my belt and slowly removed my
pants and underwear. I stepped out of
them. My cock was totally free, standing
straight up. Diane continued to run her
hand over it, gently, her fingers tracing the stem and head. She was looking right at it, admiring its
hardness.
Candy’s
was watching Lace run her fingers slowly through her pussy lips. Her breathing was becoming faster.
She
glanced up at Diane and me. “Mommy, look
at daddy and Diane.”
Diane
looked directly at Lace, smiling. “I
love uncut cocks. They rub your clit so
much nicer. I’ll bet you really get hot
when he fucks you, eh, Lace. I’ll bet it
slips in and out real nice. Fuck, Lace,
take off your skirt and panties so we can all see the pretty cunt this nice cock fucks. We want to see your cunt, baby. We all want to see those nice fucking folds.”
“I’m
not wearing panties,” Lace said seductively.
Lace got up and slowly removed her skirt. “Here it is, Diane. You like it, baby? Is it a nice fucking cunt? Do you like girls, Diane? You want to make it with me? Fuck me?
Taste my sweet pussy, baby?”
Diane’s
heart was pounding, her breathing rapid.
“Yeah, baby. It’s a beautiful
cunt, Lace. And yeah, I like girls. I like to fuck all kinds of girls. But you know what? First I want to watch you make it with Candy. Take her finger and run it through your cunt
lips, Lace. Let her feel what her cunt
will feel like someday.”
Lace
brought Candy’s hand to her pussy.
Mother and daughter were now fingering each other on the bed. Lace’s voice was sultry. “Like this Diane.” She took Candy’s finger right into her love
canal. She removed it. “Want me to let her taste it, Diane. Should Candy lick her finger, baby? Should she taste her mommy’s cunt juice?”
Diane
was still jacking my cock. Both of us
were watching the show. I was going to
cum soon. How was I going to hold back? It was going to take monumental strength.
“Yeah,
Lace, let her taste it, baby. See if she
likes cunt juice. Suck your finger,
Candy. Suck your mommy’s love juice. Taste it, baby.”
Candy
ran her finger into her mouth. She
smiled. She took her finger back to
Lace’s cunt and inserted it again, panning for more of the nectar. She brought her finger again to her mouth. Again she sucked. Again she smiled.
Lace’s
voice was high, excited but husky. She
glanced at my cock with Diane caressing it.
“If you fucking like his cock so much Diane then get down on your knees
and suck it. Give him a blow job. Run your tongue over the shaft, Diane. Kiss his balls, baby. Take it all. Fuck him with your mouth. I want to watch you give my horny husband the
best cock suck ever.”
Diane
smiled at her. She lowered herself directly
in front of my shaft. She started
licking. I put my hands on the back of
her head and drew her closer. Her mouth
encircled my prick. It disappeared down
her throat. She continued to suck and
lick. I was raging hard. I had to control myself.
As
if reading my mind, she looked up. “Lie
down on the bed, Jim.” We moved to the
bed. She began to jack my cock, slower
now. It was wet from her saliva. Her voice was sultry and seductive. “How would you like to feel that little thong
against this beautiful, uncut cock, Jim?”
I simply nodded. Diane looked
over at Candy. Candy’s eyes were like
huge saucers as she watched Diane caress my prick. “Come over here Candy,” she instructed. Candy slowly came over to the bed. “Have you ever seen your daddy’s cock before,
baby? Look how nice it is. Come close and look at it baby. See how hard it is. Mmmm … that’s what
makes babies, sweetie.”
Candy
came closer, watching Diane jack me. She
was almost in a trance. Candy’s voice
was no more than a whisper. “Can I feel
it, Diane? Can I do what you’re doing?”
“Yes,
baby. But I want you to ask sexier. Tell me you want to jack your daddy’s fucking
uncut cock. Say it like that, baby. It will make your daddy much hornier.”
Candy’s
voice was a little girl’s voice, but husky.
“I want to jack my daddy’s fucking hard cock.”
Diane
approved. “That’s better, baby. Go ahead and run your hand over it and see
how nice it feels.” Candy began to run her
hand over my now aching prick. “That’s
it baby. Wrap your hand around it and
move it up and down a little faster.
Your daddy really loves it when you jack him off.” Candy began to jack me a little faster. “Ooooh, Candy, you’re doing that really nice, baby. Better yet, sweetie, take off that thong and rub
your daddy’s cock with it. He’d really
like that.”
Candy
removed the thong. She began to gently
brush it up and down on my shaft, ever so slowly. “Hasn’t your daddy got a beautiful cock,
Candy? See how big it is? Look at the head. It’s sooooo smooth
and purple. Have you ever seen and nice
uncut cock like this before, Candy? Say
it, Candy. Tell us how much you like
your daddy’s hard cock. Talk dirty. Say some dirty words you and your little
girlfriends say in school. I know you
do. Let’s see what words you know.”
Candy
continued to jack me, ever so slowly. Her voice dropped lower, to a whisper. “I love your fucking hard cock, daddy. Did you fuck mommy’s nice cunt with your cock
to make me. Did you put it in her cunt
and move it in and out. Did you shoot
your white milky cum into her cunt, daddy?”
Diane
was still instructing. “That’s it baby,
but pump it a little faster, Candy.” Candy
started pumping faster. She was really
enjoying herself. “Baby, your daddy
would really like it if you kissed his cock.
It will really make him go wild to see his little 11 year old daughter
kiss his prick.” Candy hesitated a
second, looking at my shaft with her little hand wrapped around it. Then she bent down. She kissed the head. “Ooooh, Candy. That was soooo nice. Now put it in your mouth and suck on it a
little. He’d really like that.” I was bucking now. I wouldn’t last much longer. Candy had the head of my cock in her
mouth. She was sucking me. I was being given a blow job by my 11 year
old little girl. I could feel her tongue
gradually lick the head. Diane whispered
something in her ear.
She
took my cock out of her mouth and looked at me dreamily. “Daddy, would you like to cum for me? Would you like to cum for your little 11 year
old daughter? Do you like it when I suck
your cock, daddy? Do you want to cum on
my little girl tits? Would you like to
shoot your cum all over my chest, daddy?”
She bent down again and took my prick into her mouth and rapidly moved
up and down. She came up again. “Do you like it when I suck your cock, daddy? Do you?
Do you want to cum? Do my little girl nipples make you want to cum all over
them? Do you like my little girl
body? What do you like the most, daddy? My tits, my cunt, what? Tell me!”
Diane was teaching our daughter well.
My
voice was strained, breathless. I was so
fucking excited. “You’re asshole,
babe. I love your little girl, pink
asshole. The little asshole you shit from. I want to put my finger up your little rear
and feel. I want to move my finger in
and out of that little rosebud. I want
to fuck your asshole with my finger.”
Candy’s
voice was high, rapid. “Do it then, daddy. Play with my little asshole while I suck your
cock.” I reached under her and began to
gradually insert my finger into that beautiful little rosebud. Candy began to squirm. “Gently, daddy.” Her ass gradually came back on my
finger. Gently my finger entered her
little asshole and I began to pump it back and forth. Lace and Diane got a spectacular view of my
finger going in and out of my little daughter’s pink shit hole.
Candy
started moaning. “Oh, daddy, that feels soooo good. Rub my
little asshole with your finger. Finger
fuck my little ass, daddy. Do it, daddy. Oh, daddy, it feels like I’m going to pee.”
“You’re
going to cum, baby. That’s what it feels
like to cum. Doesn’t it feel really
good, baby? Cum for your
daddy.”
Candy
wanted more. She was really enjoying
herself. I was amazed. “Daddy, please kiss my little asshole. Would you like to put your tongue in my
little rosebud? Fuck, daddy, I love
this. It feels so good.”
Again
Diane whispered something to Candy.
Gradually Candy brought her ass to my mouth. We were in a 69 position. She continued to lick and kiss my cock. I began to run my tongue over the crack of
her little ass. I spread the cheeks of that
little girl ass and saw the same beautiful asshole as last night. I reached up and fondled it.
“Your tongue, daddy.
Use your tongue. Please, daddy,
kiss my asshole while I suck your cock.
I love sucking your cock. I want
you to cum. Do it, daddy. Cum for your little girl.”
I
couldn’t stand it anymore. It was too
much. I could feel the eruption in my
balls. Candy’s hand was furiously
pumping my fucking cock. “Baby, I’m
going to cum. Aim it at your chest. I want to cum on those little nipples. Pleeeeaase, I want
to shoot on your little tits. Aaaaah, here it comes.”
I let loose. It was a massive
eruption.
Candy
aimed my prick at her chest, staring intently, wide-eyed. “Daddy! Do it!
Pump my asshole with your tongue.
Fuck, it feels good. I love your
finger in my shit hole. Oh, daddy! She let out a long whimper. I could tell she was cumming
with me. Oooooh,
daddy, here comes your cum.” My hips
were bucking, my mouth glued to her little pink rosebud. “You’re coming all
over my little tits, daddy. Your baby
cream is all over my nipples. She was
enraptured as my cock spewed and spewed my white seed, all over her little
chest.
I
was wasted. Totally
fucked. Gradually, Candy began to
relax. She was quiet. She smiled at me. I had no idea she knew as many dirty words as
she did. How did she know this much
about sex? Or was it Diane, prompting
her? So much had happened over the past
two days. It was mind boggling.
“Did
I do good, daddy?” Candy cooed.
“It
was fantastic, baby. It was the best cum
I ever had. You really made me very,
very happy tonight.”
Candy
just sat there with my globs of cum on her chest. She gradually raised her hand to the spunk
and started placing some on her little nipples, playing with it. She took a glob and gradually raised it to
her mouth. She tasted.
Diane
had moved off the bed. She and Lace were
fondling each other now. Their fingers
were moving in and out of each other as they watched me cum all over my little
baby girl. Diane looked at Candy as she
played with Lace. “That was an awesome
fuck, Candy. How does your Daddy’s cum
taste, baby?”
Candy
replied dreamily. “I like it. It tastes kinda musky.”
Diane
wanted to play more. “I have an idea,
baby. Come over here and kiss your
mommy. Share some of your Daddy’s cum
with your mommy.”
Candy
took my cock again and lowered her mouth to it.
She began to lick it to get some residue cum. Then she took more off her chest, put it in
her mouth and got up. She came over to
her mother. They kissed and I could see
the exchange of the gooey globs on their tongues. As Candy was kissing Lace, Diane gradually
took her finger out of my wife’s cunt.
She put her finger in her mouth and sucked the sweet nectar. Then she gradually lowered herself to Lace’s
cunt. She spread Lace’s legs and began
to lick the swollen pussy folds. She
began to massage Lace’s protruding clit with her finger as she probed Lace’s
cunt with her tongue. Lace was making
little whimpering sounds. Gradually her
legs began to buckle, her legs spread as she lowered herself onto Diane’s
tongue.
Candy
and Lace separated their kiss. “Mommy, Diane
is licking your cunt. Does her tongue
feel good in your pussy, mommy? She’s tasting your pee hole.
Do you like it when Diane tastes your pee hole?”
“Oh yeah. baby.” Lace’s voice was rapid. “Go down and watch Diane fuck me with her
tongue. Watch up close. Help her with your tongue, baby. See how she does it. Learn how to fuck a cunt with your tongue. Look at my clit, baby. See how to make mommy cum, just like you did
with daddy.”
Candy
went down and replaced Diane’s finger on her mother’s clit with hers. She started rubbing the little knob between
her fingers. Diane continued to fuck
Lace with her tongue. Diane quickly withdrew her tongue and licked Candy’s
lips. Then she went back to Lace’s cunt.
“Aahhhh, god, that feels good,” Lace almost screamed. Finally her legs tensed, her head threw
back. “Fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming. Fuck, fuck,
fuck meeeeeee.
Oh, goooddd.” Lace bucked against Diane’s tongue as Candy
watched closely. Then she came. I could see Lace’s juices spread on Diane’s
tongue. “Ah, fuck,” Lace yelled.
Diane
continued to lick for awhile savoring the remnants of Lace’s cunt as Lace moved
up and down on her tongue, gradually coming down from her orgasm. When she was finally completely spent Candy
and Diane led her over to the bed. Lace
lay down beside me. Both Lace and I were
totally exhausted. I leaned over to Lace
and gently massaged her tit as she closed her eyes in rapture.
Diane
and Candy were in each others arms. Diane
kissed Candy passionately. The kiss
broke.
“Diane,”
Candy whispered, “can I keep the thong?
It’s got my Daddy’s juices on it and I want to keep it as a reminder of
tonight.”
“Oh,
yeah baby, keep it and wear it sometimes as a reminder of me. Remember it was on my pussy once too, all wet
with my love juice. Lick it sometimes so
you remember me! But right now I have to
pee, Candy. Come with me and watch. I want you to watch me pee, baby.”
They
returned in a few minutes. My eyes were
closed. I could hear them, I’m sure Lace
could hear too, although she was lying with her eyes closed also.
It
was Diane talking to Candy. “Oh, baby,
you learned so much tonight. You’re such
a beautiful lover. You have such a
beautiful little girl body. I could fuck
you forever, baby. I love those little
tits and cunt. And your ass is sooooo perfect.” She
kissed Candy again. “Mmmmm,
you’re so fucking sweet. I can’t wait to
do this again. But now I should go.”
Diane
put on her dress and Candy put on her shorts.
“Leave your tee off, Candy. I
want to lick your little tits at the front door before I go.” Diane turned to Lace and I. “I’m going now. Thanks for dinner. Hope you guys had fun tonight, I know I
did. I hope Candy learned something. Candy, come down and let me out. Leave your folks here to rest.”
Lace’s
eyes were still closed as she spoke. “Thanks
for coming, Diane. We had fun.” That’s the last we saw of Candy and Diane
that night. Later Candy told us what
happened.
“We went downstairs to the front door. Diane kissed me again and then she opened the
door. She told me to stand outside on
the front porch with her. She wanted me
to kiss her with my little bare tits showing outside on the porch. She said she wanted to show off my little
tits to anyone who walked by. I wanted
people to see me too. I don’t know
why. No one did tho’. I can hardly wait until I get bigger.
We kissed again right outside on the porch. She opened her dress too so her tits we bare
too. I liked kissing outside. It was real cool. When we kissed she was playing with my
nipples then she put my hands on her tits again. The kiss was really long. She looked at me and called me her little
lover and told me how much fun it was kissing me with our tits exposed
outside. She told me she wanted to play
again real soon. I wanted to too. She told me she loved my little girl
tits. I told her we could play anytime
she wanted. Then I licked her nipples
again and told her I loved them. I
do. They’re really nice and dark. The rings make her nubs extend all the
time. I love her little tits too. I could suck on them all the time.
Then she button her dress and left. I just stood on the porch for awhile and breathed
the night air. I love sex. Especially outside. It’s sooo cool.”
I
knew then our little daughter was going to be our partner in danger. She liked sex. She wanted more. I had no idea what was going to happen Monday
at work after the shock of the night wore off but I didn’t really care. If Diane was unhappy she could leave. If she was okay with what happened then we
all could look forward to more fun nights together. Maybe then I could finally after three years
fuck Diane. I had wanted to for a long,
long time.