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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
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.