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Neighbors
Chapter 2
by
The Razor’s Edge
Bonnie
The
next morning I was sitting at the kitchen table, thinking. Mark
had left for the office. Brandy was
still sleeping.
Last
night was almost a blur. I had almost
overwhelming mixed feelings. On one hand
I was in a state of euphoria. What
happened with Brandy last night was beautiful.
It fulfilled my latent desires; my secret longings. And Mark approved. Brandy’s little body was just perfect. And the sex with Mark afterward was simply the
greatest. It wasn’t very often I sucked
his cock, but last night I did. I really
wanted to. I needed to. He was so rock
hard. He was moaning like crazy. I’m no prude. I’ve seen some of the porn
sites on the internet. I’ve see a woman
actual let her partner cum in her mouth.
Last night I really wanted to try it.
I really did! I was really
tempted! But I didn’t. What would he taste like? Maybe next time. God he was great. Rock solid; rock hard! I giggled to myself. Even now I was still horny. I wanted to try all kinds of new things.
I
couldn’t believe it when Mark told me he’d fuck Brandy. That really set me off. Then I knew Mark and I had the same desires;
the same feelings; the same fantasies.
After all these years I never knew.
Strange how you live with a person for 11 years and after only one night
all is revealed and your life turns around.
The future looked wonderful. I could
hardly wait!
On
the other hand, though, I was extremely apprehensive. The morning after was always the worst. What had I done to Brandy? What would she really think? I had tried for 10 years to be the best mom I
could, and now this. I knew for years
deep down I liked little girls. The way
they walked in the malls, their little bare legs under little tiny mini-skirts,
swaying back and forth. Sometimes they aroused
me to a state of wetness. I just
couldn’t help it. Of course I never
tried anything. It was my deepest secret
but really and truly I did want to seize the moment. But how could I? Where would I start?
Last
night with Brandy was a dream. God I
hoped she wouldn’t hate me this morning.
Now I could hear her running down the stairs. Here goes, I thought. Would she despise me?
“Mommy,
mommy,” she wailed as she ran into the kitchen, already dressed. “Mrs. Johnson and Kayla are going to
McDonalds for breakfast. Can I go? Pleeeaase. Pleeeeeaaaaassssseeeee! They asked me! They really did!” She ran over and gave me a hug.
I
chuckled to myself. Oh my little Brandy;
still full of enthusiasm. Were my fears
unwarranted?
God,
I hoped so.
“Alright, already.
Take it easy,” I told her. “Sure
you can go.” I thought about sitting down
with her to discuss last night but she just seemed so enthusiastic about her
morning that I thought again. Let’s see
what happens.
“You’re
the best mommy ever!” she wailed. She
gave me a peck on the lips. That in
itself was different because any other time her little pecks would be on the
cheek. Had all been forgotten about last
night? She flew out the door. “Bye.
See ya later!”
She was gone in a flash. I smiled
to myself. At least
the morning after the night before was over. My baby still loved me. What a sense of relief!
It
was about
“Hello!”
“Hi, Bonnie. It’s Jan next
door. How are you?”
“Hey, Jan. I’m
good. How are you doing?” It was only last night we had been to their
house and already she was calling? This
was encouraging! I really liked
her. We were only at their house an hour
or so but I could just tell she would be fun to be around. I was really looking forward to having her as
a friend. “I thought you’d be still unpacking. How’s it going?”
“Slowly,
very slowly,” she chuckled. “I’m glad I
don’t have to move every year, that’s for sure.” She sounded a little sleepy on the
phone. Her voice was sexy, drawn out.
I
lowered my voice a little to match hers.
For some unknown reason I just wanted to sound sexier for her. “Me too. We’ve been in the place about eight years and
I never want to leave. It’s pathetic the
amount of junk people collect over a short time, eh?”
“Yeah,
I know. Anyway, I don’t know your
routine or anything but I was just wondering if you’d like to come over for
coffee this morning and chat.”
Boy, would I! Jan was
pretty. I liked being around her. “Hey, that’d be great,” I told her. “Mark
went into the office today to download his stuff and Brandy is over at Kayla
Johnson’s already so I’m just sitting here watching the soaps. What time?”
“Anytime,
it doesn’t matter. Just come when you’re
ready.”
“Well,
I’d like to come now but I’m still in my ‘jammies’”,
I admitted. “Terrible,
eh? I haven’t even had a shower
yet. I guess I’m just lazy today.” Again my horniness swept over me. Some of Mark’s cum was still matted on my
pussy from last night. I still felt
sexy. I wanted Jan’s finger where Mark’s
cock had been. So bad!
Jan’s
voice turned just a little eager. “Really! I haven’t
either. If you said yes I was going to
suggest around
This
might be interesting, I thought. All of
a sudden seeing my good looking next door neighbor in pajamas seemed a little erotic. “Are you sure? It sounds like it would be fun.”
“Sure
I’m sure. Come on. I’ll go unlock the back door.”
“Okay. I’ll be right over,” I told her.
“Great! See ya.”
I’d
never done anything like this before in my life. I was only wearing my nightshirt. Panties, but no bra. I was so little on top it didn’t matter
anyway. No one would notice. I had this feeling of recklessness. I went to the bedroom, put on a robe and
headed out the back door, hoping none of the other neighbors would see me. I
was kind of giddy. I hadn’t been at a slumber party since I was in high
school. They were fun I remembered. Jan was standing at her back door, waiting.
“Get
in here before someone sees you!” she teased.
Jan
was wearing an old beat up robe. She
looked sexy, even though her hair was tousled and she wore no makeup. Short hair was always easier to look after, I
remembered. I was kind of self
conscience since my hair had only got the once over this morning. But what the heck, at least I had washed my
face. But I hadn’t brushed my teeth. Damn, I forgot. No kissing Jan this morning I giggled to
myself. I’m bad! It would be fun to kiss Jan, I thought. Geeze, what’s the
matter with me?
I
had no idea what Jan was wearing underneath her robe. She was barefoot and her robe came down to
her knees. It was tightly tied at her
waist. We sat at the kitchen table.
“What
do you take in your coffee?” she asked.
“Just
cream, thanks.” There was a bottle of Kahlua on the kitchen counter.
“I
like a little Kahlua in mine in the morning. It kinda jump
starts my day. Want some?” Jan offered.
“Sure,
why not?” As Jan was preparing the
coffee, I looked her over quickly. Every once in a while I got a glimpse of her
thigh as the robe moved back and forth. I
sat back in the kitchen chair and kicked off my sandals under the table. My robe was a little shorter. It was probably because of my long legs. I felt comfortable. Jan was very cute I decided. We started chit-chatting about family, school
and kids. Just girl
talk. I asked about the
“Hi, babe. Sleep good?” Jan asked her daughter.
“Okay,”
Andrea replied. “Did you make enough
coffee for me?” I didn’t know any 13
year olds that drank coffee. Andrea was a
little different, that’s for sure.
“Yeah,
there’s lots,” Jan replied. “Have some.
We can make more if we need it.” Andrea
reached up into the cupboard for a cup.
Her top rode up. I could see her
perfect ass, outlined by the tiny panties.
They were silky red, matching the top.
They were cut low enough that I could see the top of her ass crack. I was beginning to feel the liqueur. My nervousness was gradually fading. I stared at Andrea’s beautiful ass. I glanced at Jan. She caught me staring at Andi. I was a little embarrassed. Jan just smiled. Andrea poured coffee into her cup and reached
for the Kahlua bottle and poured some in. Jan watched but didn’t say anything. I guess it was just a natural occurrence this
family that the 13 year old would lace her coffee with a liqueur. Andi sat with us at the table. I glanced occasionally at her beautiful tits. They were gorgeous, even though they were
covered. I was amazed at their size, since
she was so young. Now she caught me
looking. She didn’t say anything. She just smiled at me.
“So,
what’s up today, Andi?” Jan asked her daughter.
“Nothing,
I guess. I’m just going to lazy
around. Maybe I won’t even get
dressed.” She glanced at me again. Again I was focused on those beautiful
tits. Damn, I thought, caught again. Oh well, I liked looking at those gorgeous
orbs.
“For
13 you sure are a big girl,” I told her, staring at her chest again. Her nipples were rubbing very nicely on the
silky material. She smiled. She threw her head back just a little. She pushed her hair back over her ear,
looking directly into my eyes. Was she
flirting with me? It felt like it.
“Thanks,”
she said. “I like looking grown up. Besides, I can buy adult clothes. Not that doofus kiddie stuff that’s out there.”
“Well,
you sure have good taste. That top is gorgeous.
It looks expensive.”
“Naw, I got it at Bealls on sale. It was part of a set. The top matches the panties.”
I
needed to do this. “Can I feel the material?
It looks so silky.”
“Sure,”
Andrea replied. She got up from her
chair and stood in front of me. I felt
the bottom hem of the top.
“Now
that is nice stuff! At
Bealls?
Why can’t I ever find anything sexy like this when I shop there?” I dropped the hem and Andrea ran her hand
over the top. Her hands went right over
her tits, smoothing the material. Did I
detect a slight squeeze? Did she enjoy
playing with her own tits? She raised
the top to expose the front of her panties.
God they were cut low. I’m sure
they just covered her cunt.
“See
how they match. Cool, eh?” Fuck, I wanted to run my fingers over those panties
too, but of course I didn’t. I was
looking directly at the silky covered pussy of this young girl. I had the urge to reach out and caress that
fucking little pussy. I had just met
these people. Geeze,
I was getting hornier. I glanced at
Jan. She was still smiling. I thought the liqueur was having an effect on
her too. She looked very peaceful. And she looked sultry, with uncombed hair and
no makeup. I didn’t want to push
it. Not the first day. But this little 13 year old was sure
sexy. Her mom, sitting there looking so
peaceful, looked sexy too. I felt kinky.
Was
Jan like that too, I wondered. Maybe I
should try and seduce her. It would need
a little work. Should I try? A little sexy talk maybe? Kind of feel her out. How should I start? Let me think. My plans were already starting to form. Yes, I thought, life is passing by way too
quickly.
Andrea
sat back down. She looked at me. Was it a look of disappointment since I didn’t
try something? I didn’t know what else
to talk about. My pussy was wet. I needed to get home, get in the shower and
run my fingers over myself. Too bad Mark
wasn’t home. I would really like to fuck
him now. Even taste his cum, maybe. I had to get out of here. I looked at the clock on the stove.
“Well,
I guess I better take off and get cleaned up,” bemoaning the fact that I had to
leave these two sexy creatures. I stood
up and headed for the back door. Jan got
up too. Somehow the tie on her robe had
loosened. I could see her nightshirt and
her perky tits. She was braless too. I could easily tell. Her tits sagged. Beautiful. I desperately wanted to reach inside her robe
and caress one; feel her softness; suck on her nipple.
“Thanks
for coming over, Bonnie. Let’s do it
again soon, okay?” It was a little
awkward but she threw her arms around my neck and gave me a hug. I put my arms
around her back. I returned the
hug. She smiled at me, face to
face. Then brought her lips to mine and
gave me a quick kiss. It may have been a
little tipsy kiss caused by the liqueur but it was still nice. She looked at me. Again she smiled, comfortable with her feat. Although I was a little surprised, I wasn’t
shocked. She could tell immediately. Then she kissed me again; longer this
time. I hadn’t been kissed by a woman
before. It felt amazingly seductive.
I
was about three inches from her face, smiling.
“Oh yeah, babe,” I murmured in my best sexy voice. “We’ll do this again
real soon. Count on it. I really like your coffee,” I giggled. “Thanks for having me.” Then I kissed her. I had to let her know I approved of her
action. I felt her tongue quickly brush
against my teeth. I knew she wanted to
French-kiss me, but it was too soon. Later I thought.
I
headed out the back door, looking forward to my shower; my fingers and my
thoughts of Jan, her kisses, her beautiful sagging, braless tits and her sensual
13 year old daughter.
The
rest of the day I was confused but contented.
The kisses Jan gave me were way too obvious. To me it was apparent that she wanted to get
closer. Maybe not. Such indecision. Maybe
it was just her way of being friendly. Too many maybes. Could
I talk to Mark about it? What would he
think? Would he get angry? No, he wasn’t like that. He’s always been my rock. I loved him dearly, but I needed more, something
different, something naughty. Mark got
home about
“Good
day today?” he asked, always interested in my days; my time alone without him. I wasn’t ready yet to tell him about Jan,
Andrea and the little red lingerie.
Later, I thought. Now it just
felt good to be wrapped in his arms. He
was my strength, my soul mate and now after 11 years the person who understood
my wants and needs. Life was going to
get better.
“Yes,”
I answered. “It was a very good day.
I’ll tell you about it later,” I giggled.
“Right now it’s time to start dinner.”
“Got
it,” he smiled. “Where’s Brandy?”
“She’s
in her room playing with Kayla.” He left
for the den.
This
afternoon Brandy and Kayla had been playing in Brandy’s room for a change. Kayla
was Brandy’s best friend. She had just
turned 11. Brandy was about three months
behind her. The girls met in kindergarten
and had been fast friends ever since. We
watched Kayla grow up but really I didn’t take much notice of her until lately.
Now
at 11 Kayla was about 3 inches shorter than Brandy and a little stockier. She wasn’t fat, just bigger boned. Her little legs were just a little sturdier
and her tummy still had a little baby fat.
Her cheeks were chubbier, her eyes brown and her nose just a little more
pixie than Brandy’s. She wore braces. Kayla’s
hair was her most endearing feature. It
was long, half way down her back and dirty blonde. Most of the time she wore it in either
pig-tails on either side of her head, or in just one long tail down one side of
her head. Not like a pony tail down her
back, but just over her ear and shoulder.
She had a little habit of cocking her head a little to the right when
you were talking to her, eager to hear every word you said. It was very charming.
I
didn’t know if it was because she was a little heftier than Brandy or not but I
did notice the other day that she was starting to develop just a little. I thought to myself that it may be a little
baby fat. Or then again it could be
start of puberty. Her baby fat around
her belly-button was endearing; no, I may as well admit it, it was sexy. She sometimes wore tops that would ride up revealing
her beautiful, flawless skin. The other
day was the first time I really wanted to reach out and run my fingers over
that little tummy. Jesus, I was horny
these days. Was I turning into a
pedophile too?
The
two little girls bounded down the stairs, full of enthusiasm as usual. Brandy was wearing a tee and shorts. Kayla was wearing a mini-skirt and a white
spaghetti strap top that didn’t quite cover her navel. The neckline was straight, just barely
covering her little budding tits. Her flawless
tummy and little navel were exposed. I
smiled to myself. She’s really cute, I
thought.
“Can
Kayla stay for supper?” Brandy shrieked.
Kayla had been to our house hundreds of times as had Brandy to their
house. I think they ate together more at
each other’s houses than they did alone with their families. It was not an unusual request.
“You
know the rules, baby,” I replied. I
didn’t have to say anymore. Kayla ran to
the phone to call her mother. I watched
her scamper off, her skirt swaying around her newly curving hips. Yes, she was developing. Kayla was becoming a little fox, I
thought. God, this horniness was too
much!
We
were all sitting at the table, eating dinner.
I kept glancing at Kayla and that sexy little white top. After this morning with Jan and Andi I was
feeling extremely hot. Kayla kept
glancing back at me. Her head again was
cocked slightly to the right, probably wondering what I was looking at. When she was a little girl, that little head gesture
was cute, now at 11 it was just downright erotic.
I
looked right at her little forming tits.
“That top is really cute on you, Kayla.
Where’d you get it?” I asked, still looking at her chest.
She
looked down at her chest too. “At The Gap. My mom
didn’t want me to get it but I talked her into it.” I could see why. It was just a little big on her. If she bent over her little budding tits
would be fully exposed.
“Well,
it looks nice on you anyway. It’s a
little big but you’ll grow into it.” I
glanced at her chest again. “You’ll have
to be careful when you bend over, that’s all.”
She
was nonchalant. “Yeah, I guess so. But no one wants to look at my tits,
anyway.” Suddenly she realized what she
said. Her hand went to her mouth. She turned beet red. “Ooooops. Sorry,” she giggled.
I
almost choked. Brandy started giggling. My voice showed my surprise. Kayla probably thought I was going to scold
her.
“Where
did you learn a word like that?” I asked quietly, trying to overcome my shock. Secretly I was glad she said it. It was sexy hearing a little girl use a semi-naughty
word. Her expression changed immediately
to fear.
Mark
came to her rescue. He was her salvation
as well as mine. “Come on, Bonnie. She’s almost a teenager. She’s a big girl now. What’s the big deal? It’s only a word.” Kayla beamed at him. She had an ally!
I
glanced at her chest again; then I turned to Mark. “I know.
It just caught me off guard, that’s all.” I smiled at Kayla. “It’s okay.
I’m not mad. But
…. but you’d be surprised at how many people
would like to look down your top and see your …. your little
tits, even at 11. Some people really
like little girls.” I tried my best to
make it a statement of fact; mommy advice, knowing full well it was me that wanted
that first glimpse down her shirt. I
used the word ‘tits’ to make her feel more comfortable. I secretly wanted her to say it again.
Brandy
joined in. “Yeah, ya
gotta be careful,” she giggled. “Some big ole boogie-man will want to put his
hand down your top and feel you up.”
Kayla
started giggling again. “Yeah, maybe some old ‘boogie-woman’!” She glanced at me. Why?
Did she know that it was me that wanted to get my hands those little
budding tits? Both girls started
laughing. Mark and I were smiling. How far would Kayla go? I wanted to get her alone sometime, without
Mark or Brandy around, and feel her out, and feel her up. I am the ‘boogie-woman’, kiddo, I thought to
myself. Talk a little sexy to her, see
how she responded. I didn’t know how
that would happen though. At the very
least Brandy was always around. The two
kids were inseparable.
After
dinner Brandy and Kayla were helping me clean up. Mark was in the den. Brandy excused herself to go to the
bathroom. Kayla looked at me. “Can I help load the dishwasher? I do it all the time at home.” The expression on her face was different, a
little sly. Was she up to something? I dismissed it. It was just me being horny.
“Sure. Why not?” She started loading the machine. Every time she bent over to put a dish in her
top opened. I was right. I could see her complete budding little tits
completely. They were bigger than I
imagined. This definitely was not baby
fat. She really did have pretty little
tits. Her nipples were rosy and starting
to develop a little puffiness. The nubs
even looked a little hard. Each time she
bent over, she’d glance up at me, knowing I was looking down her top.
I
smiled at her. My voice was very low; a
little sultry. “See, I can you see all
of your little tits when you bend over.
I was right, that top is a little big on you.” I put my hand to my mouth, giggling. “Ooops, I said it
too!” I couldn’t believe how this little
girl I had known for more than six years had turned out to be this sexy little
11 year-old Lolita.
She
was giggling now, too. “You’re
naughty!” She continued loading the
machine. Her bending over was more
pronounced. It was like a game she was
playing. She waited for a second before
she retrieved more dishes from the counter, giving me a good look. The little fox, I thought. She wanted to show me!
Then
she turned serious. Her voice was very
low. “I …. I like you looking at
them. It kinda
makes me feel sexy,” she admitted, quietly.
“You
are sexy, Kayla. No question about that,”
I replied, also serious. She beamed at
me, but said nothing. I was going to
take a chance. “You should start to wear
sexier clothes like you have on tonight.
You know, like little mini-skirts, short-shorts, short tees, tops like this
one. You are pretty, you know. And …. and I do like looking at your little tits,” I admitted. “They’re really cute.”
Again
her head cocked to one side. Her long
sidewise pony-tail dropped a little. She
smiled.
“Thanks. I ….. I think you’re pretty too.” I immediately blushed. I hadn’t expected that at all. I went and stood beside her. “You are so sweet, baby. Thanks.”
I looked into her eyes. I raised
my hand and gently caressed that flawless, protruding baby-fat on her midriff,
running my fingers over her belly-button.
My finger entered the little navel. I gently squeezed her little tummy. “You
are really pretty, Kayla,” I cooed, quietly.
I bent over and kissed her on the lips.
It wasn’t a peck but a short woman-to-little girl kiss. I broke away.
She
smiled at me. “That …. that was nice,” she cooed.
She was serious. “Do it
again.” I could hear Brandy charging
down the stairs.
“Later,
baby,” I replied, quietly, looking directly into her eyes. “I will later.”
Kayla
and I continued loading the dishwasher.
Brandy came rushing into the kitchen.
“What’s taking you guys so long to clean up?” If she only knew.
Later,
after Kayla left, Brandy went into the den to watch TV. Mark and I sat at the kitchen table. I told him about having coffee at Jan’s and
my good day. I teased him about seeing
Andrea in the top and panties. Then I
told him about the kisses between Jan and I. “It’s almost as if she’s reaching out for
something, Mark. Maybe their sex life is
in shambles. Maybe she sees life passing
her by and wants to try something different.
Or maybe she’s just an out and out lesbian. I don’t know.
I do know that the kiss was different and I liked it. I never kissed a woman before. It was …. ah,
gentler ….. seductive.
I love you Mark, I always will, and I don’t want anything to come
between us. I want you’re opinion. What should I do?”
As
usual he was a rock. “I love you too,
babe. If it was another guy kissing you
I would be very disappointed; very disillusioned and frustrated. But this is something very different. I know you want to try different things
now. The way you made love to Brandy last
night was exactly that, love. I know many
people think it’s wrong. There are all
kinds of laws against it, both written and moral, but that doesn’t concern
me. It was a loving act. It taught her love can be different between
two people and I don’t think she is any the worse for knowing and understanding
what she felt and saw. Wanting to take
this a step further with Jan or whoever is fine with me. It’s just called being curious, that’s
all. You may even be bi-sexual, which is
also fine with me. If you get into a
relationship with her just remember not to leave Brandy and I out of it. And, don’t hurt anyone. Don’t hurt your family and don’t hurt Jan
either. She may go into it with a whole
different thought process. You owe her
that, baby. And, if I can help you with
anything, let me know. Ah …. it’s kinda erotic knowing that the
love of my life wants to make it with another woman. Maybe I could even watch sometime,” he
chuckled.
“Men! Always ready to take
it one step further, aren’t you?” I laughed.
“But, thanks Mark. I would never
do anything to hurt you or Brandy. Never, ever. But I
really want to see how far Jan is willing to go. Maybe it will go nowhere. Maybe she’ll get angry and never talk to me
again. But I least I will know I
tried. I never tried anything like this
in my life. I think now is the right
time to spread my wings a little. I feel
sooooo free but I’m scared.” God, I was glad I could talk to Mark. It was such a relief. I couldn’t imagine a better husband.
The
next day Brandy called Kayla. Again Brandy
was going to the Johnson’s house. She
came in the kitchen where I was cleaning up from breakfast. “Going to Kayla’s mom. See ya later!” She was out the door in a flash. I was disappointed. I wanted Kayla at our house but I admitted to
myself that perhaps I was moving too fast.
By this time she probably forgot all about the kiss last night in the
kitchen.
I
puttered around the house, cleaning and dusting, and watching my soaps. Mark was in the den most of the day, doing
whatever he does. I tried not to disturb
him.
Around
I
thought I’d try something. I went to our
bedroom and stripped. I looked at myself
in the mirror. Not bad, I thought. I rubbed my nipples so the nubs stood out
hard. I put on a spaghetti-strap top and
mini; nothing else, no bra, no panties.
I looked in the mirror again.
Yes; my nipples were protruding nicely against the cotton top. You could slightly see the darkness of my
nipples through the light fabric. The
skirt just came to mid thigh. I looked
sexy. I reached under the skirt and drew
my finger along my pussy lips. I was
wet. Fuck, I was horny again. I went to Brandy’s room. The door was closed. I knocked.
“Whatcha guys doin’?” I asked,
through the door, giving the little girls some privacy; some warning.
“Nothin’”, Brandy squealed.
“Just a sec.”
I heard some rustling. What were
they doing? After a few seconds it was
Brandy. “Come on in,” she called,
through the door. I entered the
room. Both girls were lying on the bed,
giggling. They looked at me. Their eyes went to my tits. I looked down. My nipples were still hard.
“You
look awesome,” Kayla screeched. “I sooo like that outfit.” I smiled at her. She was wearing a shirt and mini-skirt. Three buttons were undone on her shirt. She looked awesome too, I thought. Brandy was wearing a tee-shirt and
shorts. Both little girls were
beautiful. Then I spotted a pair of
little panties on the floor beside the bed.
They were not Brandy’s I knew.
What were these little crazies up to?
I could only hope!
“Thanks,
Kayla. You look pretty too.” My eyes roamed over the girls. I closed the bedroom door. “So …. what were you
guys doing?”
“Nothing!” Brandy piped up.
Her denial was just a little too quick.
“Oh,
okay,” I replied. “Can I stay a little while
and do nothing too?”
Kayla
started giggling like crazy. “Okay, if
you want to. But … well, actually we
were doing something,” she admitted, still giggling. “Ummmm, we were
practicing.”
“Kayla!”
Brandy screeched.
I
started laughing. I was a little girl at
one time too. With the little panties on
the floor I thought I knew what they were practicing. “It’s okay guys. I’ll bet you were practicing something I did
when I was your age too. I’ll bet you
were practicing kissing. It’s okay. I don’t mind,” I reassured them. I could feel my nipples getting even
harder. Both girls started
giggling. “So …. why
did it take so long to open the door?” I asked, smiling.
Kayla
was the bold one. “Well …. ah, we were kinda practicing and,
ah, Brandy was just in her panties and, ah, she wanted to put her shirt and
shorts back on.” Quite a revelation!
Again
Brandy shrieked. “Kayla!”
Again
I took a tone of reassurance. I didn’t
want to show shock or disapproval. “Oh,
that’s a fun way to practice kissing.” I
needed more. “Ah, ….
can I watch you practice?”
Again
Brandy squealed. “Mom!”
Kayla
turned to Brandy. “You know, I think it
would be kinda neat if we did it with your mom watching.” Then she simply went to Brandy and kissed
her. Brandy didn’t try to break the kiss
and it lasted a few seconds.
Kayla
turned to me again. “Was that okay?” she
asked me, seductively and quietly.
“Oh,
yeah, that was nice, Kayla,” I replied. As Kayla turned to kiss Brandy her
skirt rode up. She was on her side. I could almost see her little bare butt. I was mesmerized. “But do it again; longer this time”, I told
them. Kayla again turned to Brandy. Again they kissed. Again her skirt rode up. Now I could see all of her beautiful, little bare
ass. This kiss lasted much longer. I could tell they were French-kissing. They knew a lot about kissing. Then it happened. Kayla’s little hand went under Brandy’s
tee. She was actually playing with my
little girl’s little flat tit as she kissed her. Now I was really wet! The kiss broke but Kayla’s hand remained
under the t-shirt, caressing gently.
Again
she turned to me. She was serious. “I like playing with Brandy’s little tits,”
she said, matter of fact. She seemed so
grown up and mature.
“Yeah,
and I like playing with hers too,” Brandy piped up, innocently. “Especially when we kiss. It feels really neat.” This little kid was so guiltless; so
refreshing.
I
didn’t know exactly how to proceed, so I played the mom. “It’s okay, guys,” I told them. “Kissing and feeling each other is only
natural. You guys should experiment with
each other. It’s fun and, ah, … it’s sexy too.”
Both little girls beamed. I
wanted to try something. “Stand up, you
guys. Try kissing standing up. Take off … take off your tops.” Both kids stood, removed their tops and went
into each others arms. Now I could see
clearly Kayla’s little budding tits.
They were so tiny; so spectacular.
They started kissing. I moved
Brandy’s hands under Kayla’s little skirt.
Naturally she started caressing her little friend’s ass. Kayla broke the kiss and looked right into Brandy’s
eyes. Then she glanced at me,
smiling. Again she turned to Brandy.
She
was a little breathless; quiet; excited.
“Brandy, feel my pussy. I want
you to. Come on, Bran, run your finger
over my little slit. I want you to do it
while your mom watches,” she admitted.
“That would be soooo cool.” Her breathing was beginning to quicken. It was so sexy watching these two little Lolitas play. Brandy
slowly brought her hand around between their little bodies,
raised Kayla’s little skirt and started to play with her little friend’s pussy. They kissed again. Mmmm, it was so
erotic watching these little girls play.
Their eyes were closed. Brandy
continued to caress Kayla’s little slit.
I couldn’t see because of the skirt but I could imagine.
Kayla
broke the kiss. Her voice was quiet,
breathless. “Stick it in, Bran. Stick your finger in it.”
Brandy
looked at me, smiling, but serious.
“Should I, mommy? Should I finger
her …. her pussy?” The words little girls knew, I thought. I had no idea. God, it was so erotic.
I
was getting very hot, breathless. “Yeah,
baby,” I told her, quietly. “Put your finger
her little cunt, baby. Move it in and out.” Kayla spread her legs a little.
Again
the two little girls kissed. I could see
motion under the little skirt but couldn’t see the action. Again the kiss broke. Again Brandy looked at me. Her breathing was rapid. “Should I kiss it, mommy? Like you did me the other night?” God, Kayla knew! Brandy had told her. But I was too far gone now.
“Yeah,
baby. Kiss her little pussy for me. Taste her, baby. Just like the other night, baby.” Brandy got down on her knees and raised
Kayla’s skirt. Kayla spread her legs
even farther. I got the most spectacular
view of the most beautiful little cunt. It was a little red from playing; the lips
spread nicely.
“Use
your tongue,” Kayla told Brandy, breathless; just like we were doing before.” They had been doing more than kissing! “Lick it for me, Bran. Brandy’s little fingers went to Kayla’s beautiful
cunt and spread the lips slightly. She looked at me coyly then he mouth reached
its goal. She kissed the little organ
then ran her tongue into the little slit and licked. Kayla’s head went back. She started moaning. In her little girl, breathless voice, “Oh man,
that feels good. Oh, god, I love it when
you lick my pussy, Bran.” Brandy was
really into it now, kissing, licking, sucking.
I
couldn’t stand it any longer. I went
over and lay on Brandy’s bed. I brought
my own skirt up to my waist and as I watched the little girls started to
masturbate, just like the other night with Brandy.
Brandy
looked up to Kayla. “See, I told you,”
she whispered to her little friend. “My
mom fucks herself too.” It was the very
first time I ever heard her used the word ‘fuck’. Mmmm, I wanted her
to say it again. “Isn’t it neat? She loves to finger her pussy too. She did it for me the other night. It’s soooo cool.”
It
felt so good with the two little girls watching me that I knew I’d cum
early. It was just too erotic. I knew then that I wanted to taste Brandy’s
little friend. I just needed to. “Kayla,” I moaned, “come over here, baby.” She moved towards the side of the bed. “Lift your skirt for me baby,” I asked,
breathless. “Let me see your little cunt, baby. Spread
your legs for me a little.” She
did. Now I was face to face with the
most beautiful little pussy I had ever seen.
So soft.
So downy.
Oh, god, I couldn’t help myself.
My mouth went to the beautiful little slit. I licked once; then twice. She tasted magnificent. She spread those beautiful legs just a little
wider. Finally my tongue probed. I stopped fingering myself. My hands went to the beautiful little
labia. I spread them. Again I licked. Again I probed.
Kayla’s
voice was sultry, erotic. “Yeeesss. God, yeeesss. Lick me.
Lick my fucking cunt. Put your tongue in deeper. Oh, god, it feels good. I love it when Brandy does it. I love it when you do it.” I continued to lick and suck, tasting every
juice; every discharge. She tasted
wonderful.
“Climb
on top of me, baby,” I instructed. “Put
that beautiful little cunt right on my face. Pleaase, I want you
open wider, baby.” Kayla immediately got
up onto the bed. Her legs straddled my
chest. Gradually she moved up. I was mesmerized by her little, wide open
pussy. Her beautiful tiny slit started
moving closer, closer and closer to my lips.
I watched, enraptured by the beautiful little wide slit. Finally it moved against my lips.”
Kayla
could hardly breathe. Her breath was
rapid. “Lick my cunt. Put your tongue way inside. Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, god, I want to cum. She knew so many dirty words. I looked up.
She was caressing her little, tiny tits, running her fingers over the
puffy nipples. Her eyes were closed, her
head back. I could taste some slight
discharge. It was wonderful. I needed more. Again my tongue went inside, licking,
sucking. “Mmmmm,”
she moaned.
Then
the incredible happened. I couldn’t
believe it! I could feel a tongue on my
own pussy. I looked down. It was Brandy. My 10 year old daughter was licking and
probing my pussy with her tongue. I
pulled away from Kayla. “Oh, god,” I
yelled. It was too much. “Oh, god.” My hips were bucking against Brandy’s mouth. My hands were pulling her head into my shaved
cunt. My
juices flowed onto her little tongue.
She lapped me, rapidly, naturally.
My own little 10 year old daughter was eating me out. My knees bent. My legs spread. I was in heaven. “Eat me, baby.
Eat mommy’s pussy. Lick me,
sweetheart. It feels soooo
fucking good.” I couldn’t stand it
anymore. My legs stiffened, my ass was
off the bed. My hips bucked. “Oh, god, baby, I’m fucking cuuummmming,” I shrieked.
“Oh, goooooddddddd!”
Then
it was over. My orgasm ended. Brandy was still lapping. Kayla’s legs had stiffened. Her face was contorted. “I’m fucking cuuummmmming
too,” she squealed. I knew she was. I could taste more discharge now. I sucked furiously. I needed it all. I wanted every drop. Her whole body tensed. “Aaaaah, fuck,” she
shrieked. Her little girl orgasm lasted
about 10 seconds. She shuddered one last
time. Then she relaxed. I opened my eyes, looking directly at the
little wet slit. My hands came up and I
spread her wide. She was very wet. I kissed the little organ one last time,
savoring her delicate little girl juices.
She
climbed off me and kissed me. Again my
eyes were closed, my arm over my forehead.
I slowly opened my eyes. “That’s
enough, baby,” I told Brandy. Her head
came up. “You taste wonderful, mommy,”
she declared. “I love eating your
pussy.” Both girls were looking at me
wide eyed. No more pretense. No more mom. These two little girls were going to be my
little lovers from now on. They came to
either side of the bed. Each bent down
and gave me a little kiss.
Kayla
turned to Brandy. “See, I told you it would be fun. Now we can have lots of fun with your
mom.” Brandy didn’t say anything, but
just nodded. “And I’m going to be the
next one to eat her pussy,” Kayla declared.
God, had it all been planned and I didn’t know it? I hoped so.
I wanted this soooo bad.
“How
long have you guys been playing like this?” I asked, quietly, still spent.
“Not
long. A little while,” Brandy answered; her voice sultry.
“How
did it happen?” I wanted to know all the
details.
Brandy
answered. “One day we were at Kayla’s
and she said she was getting tits and she wanted to show me. So I said ‘okay’ and she did. They’re really neat. I felt one of her nipples and she told me
that it felt really good when someone played with them. Then she wanted to see mine and she played
with them too. It did feel really
good. Then we laid on her bed and
started kissing and playing with each others tits. That felt even better. Then Kayla put her hand down my shorts and
started rubbing my pussy. That felt even
better. So I did her too while we
kissed. Then we took off all our clothes
and did it. Then one day Kayla said she
wanted to kiss my slit, so I let her. It
felt really good. Now we do it all the
time. We knew that a grown-up pussy
looked different than ours and we wanted to see one. Kayla said that she wanted to see yours but
we didn’t know how to ask. Then today it
happened.”
My
skirt was still around my waist, my pussy fully exposed. Kayla looked down at me. “You’ve got a really nice pussy, Bonnie. It’s really neat.” That was the very first time she used my
first name. It was sexy. “I really like the way all the folds come
together. And the little nub on top is
really neat.” She started to play with
the folds and my clit. “Is … is this
where Mark puts his cock in you?” the little girl asked, innocently, staring at
my womanhood. “Is this where he … he
fucks you?” She continued running her
finger over my folds. I was getting hot
again. I didn’t know if I could stand
anymore. My last orgasm was so intense.
“Yeah,
baby,” I answered quietly. “That’s where
it goes. That’s where he fucks me.”
“I’ll
bet it feels really good,” Kayla cooed, still toying with me. She thought a second, her long pony tail
falling over her shoulder, head cocked.
“Do you …. do you think he’d like to fuck a
little girl like me sometime? I’d …..
I’d really like to know what it feels like.”
I
glanced over at Brandy. Her eyes were
wide. She was listening intently. I immediately knew that the games of “kissy, feely” with her little playmate were fun and
satisfying. But now this afternoon, this
game, this conversation had turned very serious for her. This was no longer a little girl game. This was adult and serious. Here her little friend was asking her mother
to let her father commit the ultimate act of love with her friend. It was probably too much for her to
comprehend. I needed to protect
her. It was my mother instinct.
It
was also very obvious that her little friend was much more mature than Brandy
even though they were only separated by three months. Kayla was now raising the bar. Probably Brandy knew about sex, the
mechanisms, and “where babies came from,” but it was apparent she was way
beyond her years in this conversation.
I
knew I wouldn’t act as agent for Kayla.
She was on her own with Mark. I
giggled to myself. “I don’t know, baby,”
I told Brandy’s little friend, seriously.
You’ll have to try and seduce him.
You’ll have to dress sexy, act sexy and tease him a little.”
Kayla
smiled at me. “You don’t mind?”
“No,
baby, I don’t mind at all. I’d like to
watch you seduce him. It would be
fun.” I knew Mark would fuck this little
Lolita in a heartbeat if she wasn’t too small.
But I really wanted her to do it herself. See what she was going to try. This was going to be fun.
…. to be continued