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   Candy & Lace Part 1 by The Razor's Edge

   Candy looked up as I came in from the garage.  She was sitting at the
kitchen table, reading.  It was after 11 pm.  She should have been in bed.
"You guys have a good time at the party?" she asked.

   I removed by jacket and hung it up.  "It was okay.  A little loud and
too many people.  You know me; I'm not you're regular party guy.  Your aunt
Jane got a little drunk again.  With all the trouble she's had lately I
suppose it was good for her to let her hair down a little." Jane is my only
sibling.  She is just ending her second marriage.  It wasn't going well at
all.  I sat at the kitchen table with Candy.  She had her night shirt on,
ready for bed.

   Lace closed and locked the kitchen door to the garage.  She sat down. 
"So, what did you do tonight, kiddo?" she asked Candy.

   "Not much.  Marce came over and we played a few computer games, watched
a little TV and talked.  She went home a few minutes ago."

   "You probably talked about boys all night," I chuckled.

   Candy giggled like the little girl she was.  "Yeah, right, dad.  I'm 11
years old.  What do I care about creepy boys?  Boys my age are soooo
immature." I wondered though.  When do girls start to notice the opposite
sex?  She probably notices boys already but won't admit it to us.  The fun
years are just beginning, I thought to myself.

   Candy is our only child.  It seems lately her chief goal in life is to
be older than she is.  In my opinion she's matured way too fast but her
body hasn't caught up.  She's a little precocious; into things that 11
years olds shouldn't be really be into.  She's about 4 feet 10 inches tall,
and slim.  If she weighs 80 pounds I'd be surprised.  She has dirty blonde
hair.  It's shoulder length when she wears it down.  She likes to keep it
that length.  When it grows longer she insists on going to the salon for a
cut.  The other day she insisted on brown streaks.

   Candy has grey eyes.  Her cheeks are dimpled when she smiles.  The best
description of her nose is "pixie." Her lashes are fairly long, her
eyebrows bold.  Her legs are slim but still little girl shapely; not yet
adult beautiful.  They still have fuzz on them; that delicate, fine,
pre-teen down girls usually have on their legs.  Her waist is just starting
to narrow.  Physically I would consider her an average 11 year old.  She
hasn't reached puberty yet but still, she is very beautiful.  This child
still has that little girl exuberance, that never ending energy and
enthusiasm.  Sometimes it is overwhelming, infectious.  I can't help but
laugh at some of her antics.  People warn me that the nefarious teenage
years are looming but I sure as hell can't picture Candy any different than
she is now.  I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

   Everyone calls Lacey, "Lace." She's 33 and a stay at home mom.  She is
the best thing that has ever happened to me, hands down.  I was first
captivated by her beauty 12 years ago, and then was immediately bewitched
by her down-to-earth personality.  Every action is planned, every thought
pondered.  She works hard to keep herself in shape.  She exercises
regularly.  She eats properly.  She's also a blonde.  Her hair is also cut
shoulder length, like Candy's, and most of the time she wears it down,
usually with bangs.  Only her hairdresser and I know for sure that her
color comes from the bottle.  It looks natural though.  She has the most
beautiful brown eyes.  Her eyebrows are also broad, like Candy's, but her
lashes are not as long as her daughter's.  Her nose is classic straight,
her mouth fairly wide.  She's 5 feet 5 inches and weighs about 120 pounds.
Lace is "drop-dead" gorgeous, no question.  She does complain once and
awhile about the size of her breasts.  She says she's underdeveloped.  She
wants to be bigger.  I keep telling her its okay.  I really like her the
way she is.  She is categorically perfect, tiny boobs and all.

   I believe Lace is the catalyst for Candy being as mentally mature as she
is.  Sometimes it's an irritant to me.  Shopping together they return with
clothes for Candy that I consider clearly too grown up for an 11 year old.
They watch TV programs together that I say are inappropriate for a little
girl.  Lace insists we take her to movies that may not be appropriate, too
adult.  I think both Candy and Lace want Candy to grow up too soon.  Lace
and I discuss this all the time.  She thinks I'm an old "fuddy-duddy." I
guess what I really want is my little girl back.  Aren't all dads the same
when it comes to their little girls?  They shouldn't have to grow up that
fast.  It wasn't that long ago I would read to her in a big comfy chair and
she would cuddle in my arms, in awe of the descriptions, the pictures. 
Then it was "why, daddy," or "that's funny daddy," or "that's gross daddy."
She would look up and smile, those little dimpled cheeks caved in.  Her
giggle was infectious.  My heart would melt instantly.  But no more; now
it's mini-skirts, spaghetti-strap tops, "Sex and the City" and the latest
"boy-band." How cruel life can be!  But I love her and Lace more than
anything in the world.  I wouldn't trade them for anything.

   Lace and I have a sex life that is regular and for the most part
pedestrian.  In 12 years of marriage we've never experimented with anything
I would consider kinky or outlandish.  Lace has never complained to me
though.  As a matter of fact we rarely talk about sex at all.  What is
"kinky" sex, though?  For some, it's wild and unabashed sexual fervor.  For
others, it's just a diversion from the missionary position.  We're in a
routine.  Mostly it consists of foreplay, the missionary position, entry,
climax, sleep.  Different positions?  Rarely.  Maybe when we come home from
a party and feel frisky then we'll try something out of the ordinary, out
of the routine.  We rarely talk during sex.  Lately I've felt our sex life
could be much better; more gratifying; more rewarding; a little kinkier. 
I'm almost 36.  Sometimes I feel life is passing us by far too quickly.

   I've never cheated on Lace.  I guess we've all had opportunities or at
least we've thought the moment was ripe but I've always dismissed it.  Why
would I?  Lace is beautiful.  Of course I sometimes look.  No doubt I
admire a beautiful young girl.  It's only natural.  There is nothing more
sexy than a gorgeous woman; nothing more alluring than a seductive female.
Of course we all have secret thoughts; thoughts that we share with no one.
It's the private stuff; the business of no one except our self.

   You don't know me so I can tell you.  My secret?  Since I was a teenager
my secret sexual fantasies embrace very young girls; those nubile,
seductive Lolitas that parade in the malls dressed in short, short skirts,
with bouncy little pony tails and flirting eyes.  My heart leaps and my
cock stirs when I see tiny, perky tits on display through little tight tops
or tee-shirts, unencumbered by bras or other confining clothing.  Oh how I
would love to reach out and touch those little forming bumps.  Those 11 and
12 year olds are my secret paradise.  No one knows.  No one should know. 
It's my secret; my utopia.  I share with no one.

   Candy sat crossed legged on a kitchen chair.  Some day she'll be a real
knock out I knew.  Looking at her now and thinking a few years ahead, I
could envision a drop-dead gorgeous teenager, making boys drool as she
walked down the school hallways.  Would I have to buy a shotgun?  I hoped
not.  She was just at the precipice of development but she didn't seem too
inhibited about her growing body.  I didn't know if she thought about
growing up, or boys, or menstruation, or hormones, or even sex, or anything
else connected to adulthood.  I didn't know if Lace had even talked to her
about such things.  I know I hadn't.

   Candy caught me staring at her while I was thinking.  "Whatcha looking
at daddy?" I awoke from my thoughts.  "Nothing, baby.  Just thinking that
you're going to very pretty when you grow up, that's all."

   Candy turned a little red.  Her look was questioning.  Again she
giggled. "Daddy, you're embarrassing me."

   I knew I had but it was unintentional.  "I know baby.  Sorry.  But don't
be embarrassed about growing up, okay?" I'm so awkward talking about such
things.  I never know what to say.  It was time to change the subject. 
"Did Marcia's mom pick her up?" I asked.  "It's kinda late for her to be
walking home alone."

   "Yep.  We sat around and chatted a little then they left.  I like Mrs.
Walters.  She's nice."

   "Yeah, and she's got a nice ass too," I blurted out, offhand, more
thinking to myself but talking out loud.  I surely didn't know where it
came from.  Both Lace and Candy gave me a stunned look.  As soon as I said
it I knew it was a mistake.  The conversation came to a grinding halt.  It
seemed like an eternity; it was probably a few seconds.  Lace and Candy
were still looking at me, not believing what I just said.  "Ooops.  Sorry,"
I apologized.  "It's the liquor talking.  It was a slip."

   "I guess it was," Lace replied, sarcastically.  Looking at her I could
tell she was shocked.  She glanced at Candy, embarrassed for us both.  But
interestingly, I could also tell she wasn't really angry.  In our 12 years
together I don't think I had never made a comment about another woman.  I
could see why both my wife and daughter would be a little shaken.  I felt
small with the two of them staring at me.  I wanted to make a hasty
retreat. It was time to exit stage left.  "Well, now that I'm in severe
doggy-doo can I go up to bed?"

   Lace looked at me again.  She shook her head in disbelief.  "I think
it's time we all hit the sack," she suggested.  Then Lace said something
extraordinary.  She smiled at Candy and chuckled.  "Men, eh?  Imagine your
dad checking out Brenda's butt!  He's naughty!" The girls both started
laughing.

   "Enough, already!" I got up and went over and gave Candy a kiss on the
cheek and a hug goodnight.  "See you tomorrow, baby."

   She whispered in my ear, giggling softly.  "'Night, daddy, and thanks
for saying I'm pretty."

   Well, you are, damnit, I thought to myself.  Too pretty.  My cock
jumped. What was that?  I thought.  "You're welcome kitten.  Don't grow up
too fast okay?" Candy giggled again.

   I was lying in bed, waiting for Lace to finish in the bathroom.  I
wanted to apologize again for commenting on Brenda Walters' ass.  Lace
normally wears panties and a night shirt for sleeping.  Tonight she crawled
in without the night shirt.  She was quiet.  I rolled onto my side, facing
her.  "Sorry, again, Lace.  It was just one of those things you say and
immediately regret it."

   "Regret what?" She had already forgotten?

   "Ah ...you know, my comment about Brenda's butt."

   "Oh, that.  It's okay.  I was just a little stunned because you said it
in front of Candy.  I really don't care if you like Brenda's ass.  It's
only natural.  Besides she does have a nice ass.  I think so too."

   I was relieved that I was forgiven.  I'm such a wuss when it comes to
what I feel like in front of Lace.  "I know.  I'm glad I'm forgiven." I
looked at her bare breast.  Her lamp was still on.  I reached over and
started circling her left nipple with my finger.  "How come no night shirt
tonight?"

   She looked down and watched my finger.  "I don't know.  I just didn't
feel like it.  It's so warm outside." Her nipple was getting harder as I
stroked it.  The nub was growing rapidly.

   Lace looked up at me.  She was quiet for a second, enjoying my caress.
"Do you like my tits?" she asked quietly.  It was a question from nowhere.
Now it was my turn to be surprised.  I had never heard her say the word
"tits" before.  She normally called them "boobs" or "breasts." My prick
awakened, ever so slightly.  I reach down and gave it a little adjustment
through my shorts.

   "They're gorgeous.  I've always loved them, babe."

   "I've always thought they were kinda small.  Sometimes I wished they
were a little bigger, like Brenda's.  Most men like big tits." I had heard
this story before, many times.

   "Not all men.  I like small .....  tits." There.  Now I had said it too.
This was something new.  "I've ...  I've never heard you say the word
`tits' before," I told her.  "You're going to get me all horny talking
about them."

   Lace was silent.  Her nipple was now fully extended.  It felt rubbery. I
liked it when she called her breasts "tits." I wondered if I continued on
with this conversation what other sexy words she might use.  "What do you
call this?" I chuckled quietly, still massaging the rubbery swelling
between my fingers.  It was about a half-inch long now.  Very erotic.  My
prick continued to grow.

   "It's my nipple, you dope," she giggled.

   I took my hand away for a second.

   "Don't stop," she whispered.  "It feels good."

   I was glad she was enjoying my caress.  "Yeah?  For me too," I admitted.
"I love your nipples.  They're so rosy and rubbery feeling."

   Again she was quiet for a second, continuing to enjoy my little massage.

   I had to keep talking.  I was enjoying this.  "You know what I really
like, babe?  I like it when you don't wear a bra and your nipples press
against your top.  It looks as sexy as hell," I told her.

   She giggled again.  "Maybe I should go braless more often, eh?  Maybe if
I massaged my nipples before I put on a shirt my tits would really stick
out."

   I wondered.  "Yeah, that would be sexy.  If you did it in public you'd
really turn heads, that's for sure." I was quiet for a minute, still
caressing.  I looked into her eyes again, then back down to my fingers. 
"You know what, baby?  I want to suck your tit."

   "Why?" she teased.

   "Because I'm horny," I admitted.

   "Mmmmm, horny, eh?  You're naughty!  Okay.  Suck and lick my nipple for
me.  Play with the other one too." I could feel the heat in my loins.  My
prick was at full attention now.  My mouth went to her nipple.  I licked it
and drew the hard, supple nub into my mouth.  I sucked, seeking
non-existent milk.

   Lace started cooing.  "Mmmm, that feels good.  I really like it when you
suck and lick my tits."

   This was fun.  I was enjoying myself.  "You've never told me before.  We
hardly ever talk when we're having sex.  I like talking.  It's sexy." I
gradually moved my hand further down, to her navel, as I continued to suck
and tongue the little rosy bead.  My finger traced inside her navel, around
and around.

   I let go of her nipple with my mouth.  I kissed her and looked down at
my finger, now tracing her navel.  "What's this called?"

   Lace smiled.  "What's this, 20 Questions?"

   "Maybe.  You want to play?"

   "Maybe.  It's my belly button." She giggled again.  "You're tickling
me."

   My hand crept further down, lingeringly tracing the inside of her thigh.
Her legs parted slightly.  Her breathing increased ever so gently.  I
slowly ran my finger up to her panty covered pussy.  I applied a little
pressure.  Her legs spread a little more.  Her head went back a little; her
hips arched slightly.  The supple folds of her cunt felt very soft through
her panties.  I tracked my finger up and down the slit, up and down, very
slowly, very deliberately.

   "What's this beautiful soft thing called?" I whispered, kissing her
again.

   "What do you want me to call it?" she asked, seductively.

   I knew what I wanted her to say.  Would she?  "Call it your cunt." My
voice was quiet, but deeper.

   "Jim, you're naughty," she said, quietly.  Lace moved her hand to my
cock.  She stroked it lightly through my briefs.

   Her breathing was increasing again.  "It's my fucking cunt," she
whispered in my ear, again giggling quietly.

   I had never heard her say words like this before.  I whispered to her
gently.  "I've never heard you say `fuck' before.  I like it when you talk
dirty.  It makes me hard."

   She reached inside by briefs.  "I see that," she whispered.  "Your cock
feels fucking wonderful." She was getting into this.  She brought the
elastic of my underwear down, exposing my now rock hard cock.  She
gradually traced her fingers up and down the now raging shaft.  She ran her
fingernail over my piss hole and gently caressed my bulging purple head. 
"I love your cock.  It's so hard." Her hand went down to the base.  She
cupped my balls and squeezed gently.  "Have you got lots of cum in your
balls, baby?  You wanna put your fucking cock in my cunt and shoot cum up
my pussy?  Is that what you want?" This was unreal.  She never talked like
this before.

   God I was hard; harder than I had been in years.  The sound of her voice
talking to me like this was like nothing I had ever heard before.  "Take
off your panties," I told her.

   Again she teased.  "Why, baby?  What do you want to do?  Tell me what
you want to do, baby."

   "I want to look at them." I looked at her and she smiled, seductively.
She raised her ass off the bed and removed her panties.  She didn't give
them to me.  She turned them inside out.  They were very silky.  She slowly
brought them to my nose.  "Do you like my scent?" she asked.  She was horny
now too.  I could tell.

   I smelled her panties.  "Yeah," I whispered.  "I love the smell of your
cunt."

   She took the panties away from my nose.  Her voice was husky now.  "I've
had these fucking panties on all day, baby.  They've got pee stains on
them. Do you like my pee stains?" She showed me the inside of the crotch.
"Nice and yellow, eh, baby?"

   "Fuck, yeah," I whispered, breathless.  I ran my finger over the silky
material, through the yellow stains.  She was now up on her elbow looking
directly into my eyes.  She had a devil look in her eyes.  "You want to
taste them, don't you, you horny bastard?  You want to run your tongue over
my dirty yellow stained fucking panties, don't you?  I can tell.  You're
soooo fucking hard." My hand went down to my cock.  I started jacking. 
"You can hardly wait to slurp your tongue over them, eh Jim?  You can
hardly wait to put them in your mouth.  I want you to taste me.  Taste my
pee.  Taste my cunt on my panties." Again she brought them to my nose.

   I inhaled the delicate material again.  The aroma was musky,
exhilarating.  I licked the front, tasting.  "Your fucking panties taste
fucking awesome.  I want to taste the real thing."

   She was in control now.  "Not yet.  I like watching you lick where my
cunt has been all day while you jack-off.  Keep licking them.  Keep jacking
your cock, baby.  I like watching you jack-off.  It makes me horny." She
watched wide eyed as I licked.  "Put them in your mouth, baby.  Suck them.
I want to watch you suck my fucking panties.  This is sooo sexy watching
you suck where my cunt has been all day.  Fuck.  You like the taste, babe?
You like the taste of my pee stains?"

   This was too good to be true.  I knew I would cum soon.  "You smell and
taste so good.  I want to fuck you."

   "No.  I want to jack your hard cock with my panties." Her voice was
sultry and erotic.  Her breathing was rapid.  This was unreal.  My wife of
12 years was using words I had never heard her use before.  She was really
into this.  She was getting off watching me lick and suck the pee stains on
the inside of her underwear.  I wanted her cunt.  I wanted to taste the
real thing.  I wanted to run my tongue up and down that velvety flesh,
those soft protruding folds of her gorgeous pussy.  I wanted her legs
spread.  I wanted her spread wide.  I wanted my tongue at the precipice of
her love canal.

   "Take off your shorts.  Let's get on top of the bed." We both scrambled
on top of the covers.  Lace grasped my cock with her panties.  She gently
stroked the silky material over it, gradually increasing the pressure and
speed.  She looked directly into my eyes again.  "Do you like the feel of
my silky panties on your cock?" She was pumping her hand faster and faster.

   "You know it.  I'm going to cum soon, baby.  Do it slowly."

   "Cum on my panties, Jim.  Think about me wearing them all day.  Think
about my dirty panties while I jack your fucking hard cock.  Think about my
fucking ass and how my panties run up my crack when I walk.  Think about
how I put them on after peeing.  Think about the little bit of piss on
them. Taste the piss, Jim.  Fuck I'm horny.  Cum for me.  Shoot your load
in my panties, baby." She bent down and kissed me.  Her tongue entered my
mouth.

   I could feel cum begin to rise in my cock.  "I'm going to shoot soon. 
Ah, fuck this feels good." I bucked against her hand.  Lace continued to
pump.  "Yeah, baby, shoot all over my panties.  Let it go.  I love jacking
your fucking cock.  It's so fucking hard."

   I was almost there.  I was almost yelling now.  "Here it comes, here it
comes.  Fuck, here it comes baby." I tensed.  My hips rose off the bed.  I
exploded, shooting my sperm into the silky-smooth material.  My balls kept
pumping and pumping.  I don't think I had ever had such an intense orgasm.
My balls were pumping and pumping my jizz into her dirty panties.  "Ah,
fuck, this is excellent.  This is the best cum I've ever had.  Ah, fuck."
My heart was racing.  "Oh, god." Finally the pumping ended.  I was done. 
My climax ended.

   Lace was quiet, giving me a chance to recover.  Finally, "that was cool
Jim," she giggled.  She examined her panties.  "You sure filled my panties,
baby." Her other hand continued to gently run over my cock, slower now. 
She released me and brought the now soaked panties to her face.  She dabbed
her finger in my discharge.

   She looked at me, smiling, looking back at her panties and continuing to
play with the white sperm.  Again she looked at me.  Again she smiled,
slyly.  Finally she shocked me.  "I wonder what cum tastes like," she said.

   No way, I thought.  This was unreal.  I never realized that she even had
such thoughts.  I was still horny.  I wanted her to taste it.  Would she or
was she just teasing me?  But now was the time; the ultimate test.

   "Yeah, taste it, baby," I cooed.  "I want you to.  It's so fucking
naughty.  Taste my cum.  Put a little on your finger.  Taste it.  Yeah, do
it, baby."

   Again she smiled at me.  Still looking into my eyes she scooped a little
onto her finger and brought it to her lips.  She smiled again.  Then she
did it.  She sucked a little into her mouth.  There was no reaction on her
face.  I couldn't believe this.  What a turn on.  What was happening? 
Never had I expected this, not in a million years.

   It was as if she was reading my mind.  "Ummm, doesn't taste bad at all.
I thought it would be worse." She licked her lips.  She dabbed again;
tasted again.  "I kinda like it.  It tastes salty." She looked at me again.
Finally she took a third dab, then brought her finger to my lips.  "You
taste, baby.  Taste your own fucking cum for me," she whispered.  "I did
it. Now it's your turn.  I want you to taste too."

   I was up for anything now.  I couldn't help it.  This was fun.  I opened
my mouth.  She placed a little cum on my tongue.  I swallowed.  She was
right.  It didn't taste bad.

   "It's good, isn't it, baby?"

   Yeah, Lace, I don't mind it at all.  It's kinda spunky."

   She turned on her side, facing me.  Her voice was sultry; seductive. 
"Jim, would you suck a guy off for his cum?  Would you give another guy a
blow job.  Would you let him shoot into your mouth, baby.  I'd like to
watch that, baby.  I like to watch you suck off another guy."

   I had never contemplated a scenario like that in my life.  Would I? 
"Only if you wanted me to baby and only if you were there to watch."

   Lace was making me crazy.  "Oh man, that would be cool.  Fuck, next time
we have sex I'm going to drink your cum right out of your fucking cock,
baby.  You'd like that, wouldn't you?  Come on, tell me.  What would think
if I gave you a fucking blow job and swallowed your load, baby?"

   I couldn't believe it.  "You'd do that for me?  That'd be fucking
awesome."

   "Yeah, it would.  I'd be your little cock sucking slut; your little cum
drinker.  You'd like that."

   This was surreal.  She lay on her back again.  She threw the cum soaked
panties on the floor.

   "This is fantastic sex.  I love the kinky stuff," she admitted.

   "What did you like the best?" I asked.

   She was quiet for a second.  "The dirty words really turned me on.  And
I really liked it when you tasted my panties.  Am I a pervert, Jim?  When
you licked my panties I got as horny as hell."

   "No you're not a pervert.  It's fun.  And I love hearing you say `cunt'
and `cock'.  Say them again for me.  Talk to me dirty, Lace.  I like it."

   She thought a minute and turned to me again.  She smiled.  "You like it
when I talk about your fucking hard cock, eh, Jim?  I love your hard prick.
I love it when you put it into my cunt hole.  It feels soooo good.  Do you
like my cunt?  Do you like fucking me, baby?"

   "Yeah, and I love the way you trim your cunt.  It has just the right
amount of hair around it.  It feels real good.  Your pussy is so soft.  I
love the lips, the way they swell when they're fondled.  They're sooo
fucking soft and warm.  I love it when you get wet and a little cunt juice
comes out.  I like licking the folds of the cunt lips.  They taste sooo
fucking good."

   She looked at me, doe-eyed now.  "Jim, I really need to get off."

   "What do you want me to do?"

   "I want to finger fuck myself while you watch.  Get down there and watch
me play with my cunt, okay?  I want you to watch me masturbate."

   I needed to know more, more, more.  "Do you jerk off a lot, baby?  Do
you play with your cunt during the day?  Do you stick your fingers in? 
Massage your clit?  What do you think about when you play with your pussy,
baby?"

   Lace raised her knees and spread them.  "I ....  I can't tell you, Jim.
You'll get mad."

   Ah, now her secrets.  I needed to know.  I got up and went to the bottom
of the bed.  She gradually started playing with her pussy.  Her cunt was
very wet.  Her finger went up and down between the folds.  Gradually she
inserted the finger.  Her other hand went to her clit.

   I had to give her encouragement; release.  "No, baby, I'll never get
mad. Come on.  Tell me what turns you on.  Tell me what you fantasize about
while you fuck yourself, baby.  Come on!  I hope it's really dirty," I
encouraged.  I was way hot again!

   "Do you like watching me finger fuck myself, Jim?" She was breathless.
"Do you like it when I put my finger inside?  I like masturbating for you,
baby.  Do you like me playing around with my clit?" She brought one finger
to her mouth, sucked it and brought it back down.  "Do you like it when I
suck my own juice, baby.  Oooohhh, it tastes soooo good.  I love the taste
of my own juice." Lace began to jerk on her finger.  She put a second
finger into her pussy.  "Fuck, Jim, taste my fingers while I fuck myself."
I put my tongue on her fingers.  She brought them both out and let me suck
on them.  Finally, I put my tongue right on her cunt.  "Eat, me, Jim! 
Taste me.  Fuck me with your tongue." She continued to massage her clit as
she bucked on my tongue.  Then she spread her cunt lips.  She was wide open
for me.  I licked inside.  I probed her canal with my tongue.  I put my
whole mouth over the wet cavity.  I sucked.  Finally she could stand it no
longer.  "Oh, Jim, I'm cumming.  I'm cumming on your tongue.  Taste my cum,
baby, taste my fucking cum." She thrust one last time.  I could taste her
discharge.  Her head was back, her hips were arched.  "Oh fuck!  It's
Brenda, baby.  That's my secret.  I want to fuck Brenda.  I want to eat her
cunt.  Oh, god I want to taste her pussy!"

   This was too much.  My wife of 12 years telling me she wanted to make it
with another woman.  Lace was on a massive high, her juices flowing on my
tongue and admitting she wanted to make it with our neighbor, Marcia's mom.
I needed to encourage her.  "Yeah, baby, make believe I'm Brenda eating
your fucking pussy." I continued to slurp; to taste her; to love her and
her beautiful pussy.

   She gradually came down from her orgasm, her face still contorted.  Her
hips lowered to the bed.  She was quiet.  "What a fantastic cum," she
purred, as her breathing returned to normal.  I could feel her rapid heart
beat.  We held each other for a few minutes.  "Man!  That was the best sex
ever.  I love you, Jim.  What a high!" We rested in silence.  I continued
to slowly play around in her cunt folds.  She was massaging my now limp
cock.  She was quiet awhile, her eyes closed.

   She looked at me.  "You're ...you're not mad at me baby?"

   I smiled at her.  "Brenda has a real nice ass, baby.  I told you.  I'd
love to watch you eat it, Lace."

   "God, you're wonderful Jim." She thought for a second.  "How about
Brenda's tits, baby?  Do you like her tits?"

   I thought a moment, enjoying the conversation.  I had to be careful but
I wanted to be honest.  "Not really, baby.  They're too big.  I told you, I
like your 34's ......  and smaller," I added.  I was a little apprehensive
now.  I had secrets.  Was I going to admit them now after 12 years?  Should
I be careful?  Will she get angry?

   Lace looked at me, smiling.  She was interested.  "Smaller, eh?  How
small?"

   This sex conversation had to continue.  I had to commit to it.  I
couldn't let it go now.  I couldn't, I wouldn't hold back.  "I ...  I don't
know.  Real ...  real tiny."

   She rose up on her elbow and turned to me.  She looked at me,
fascinated. She was again silent for a second.  She smiled.  "Like little
girl tits?  Like just little developing bumps?  That tiny?"

   My god!  My secret!  Would she think I was a pervert?  Would she be
disgusted?  Would she be incensed?  Shocked?  Not talk to me anymore?  It
was my darkest, deepest secret.  Should I come out?  I had to.  Now was the
time.  This sexy night had to continue.  There was no holding back now.

   "Yeah, like that," I admitted quietly.  I turned and looked into her
eyes.  I didn't detect shock or anger.  She just looked at me, still
fascinated.  She was quiet for a few seconds, trying to read my mind. 
Finally she smiled.  "You'd like to fuck a little girl, wouldn't you Jim?
It's okay, baby.  I never knew." She reached over and began to caress my
nipple.  "You'd like to caress a little tit like this, wouldn't you?" She
bent down and kissed my nipple.  "You'd like to kiss and suck a very tiny
tit and run your tongue over the rosy nub.  How old would she be, Jim? 
Come on, I won't be mad.  Tell me." She was excited again.

   Now it was out in the open; after all this time.  What would she think?
Oh god, I had to tell her.  "Eleven; twelve, maybe.  I know you think I'm
perverted but I can't help it."

   She smiled, thinking.  Her mind was working overtime.  Then it was like
a light bulb went on.  "I know!" she exclaimed.  "Someone like Marcia!  You
like Marcia's little body, don't you?  I bet you'd like to fuck that little
girl.  She's sooo cute.  You'd love to stick your cock into that tight
little fucking pussy.  Yeah, she's ripe and probably a cherry.  You'd like
to fuck that little virgin."

   I gulped, unintentionally, blown away.  How did she know?  I was getting
hard again.  Her hand again ran down to my cock.  "Your cock is getting
harder again, Jim.  I know now.  You'd love to play with that little 12
year old.  You'd love to run your hands all over that little supple body.
You'd love to feel her little tits and run your finger through her little
slit, eh, baby?  I'll be she's even got a little hair around that little
pussy," she smirked.  Lace was unreal.

   "Yeah, I would.  I admit it.  Fuck.  Why are you doing this to me,
Lace?"

   "Because I love you.  You know what?  I want to help you fuck that
little 12 year old." Lace was excited.  "Can I, baby?  You know, I like her
too.  She's pretty.  Maybe I'd fuck her too.  I'd play with her little tits
and cunt too.  I'd like to run my tongue over that little pussy.  That
would be fun.  Maybe I'd do her first, then her mom." She started giggling.

   I looked at her, shocked.  "You mean it?  Are pulling my leg or are you
serious?  Fuck, Lace, quit it.  It's my darkest secret.  You're screwing
with me."

   "No I'm not.  It's true.  I'm going to help you fuck Marcia.  And I'm
going to fuck her too.  This will be fucking dangerous.  But it'll be
exciting too to see how far she wants to go.  Let's try, baby.  Let's see
if we can see her fucking developing tits and cunt.  This is going to be
fucking cool.  I feel like being a little perverted.  If she tells Brenda
we'll be toast, but I want to try anyway.  Fuck, I'm getting horny again."
She kissed me again.  Then she went down, kissing my tits, navel and
stomach until she arrived at to my semi-flaccid cock.  She put it in her
mouth.  She started sucking.

   "Lace.  It's too soon.  I won't be able to get it up."

   "I know.  It's okay, Jim." She came back up and kissed me.  "Tell me
what you think about Marcia.  Come on, Jim, tell me.  I want to know."

   I started telling her.  I first met Marcia Walters a few months ago,
just after school started.  Candy had brought her new friend home two days
into the school year.  My very first though was "why are these two
friends?" Candy is 11 with no signs yet of development or puberty.  She's
in the 6th grade.  She's mature for her age but nothing at all like Marcia.
Marcia is in the 7th grade.  She's 12 and she is decidedly more grown up.
She walks mature, she talks mature and she holds herself to a higher
standard.  She is a little demure.  "Coquettish" is the right word.  When
she talks she turns her eyes downcast, thinking carefully, never
thoughtless.  She is quiet and introspective.  Candy, on the other hand, is
average; running, playing, full of enthusiasm.  She is a treat in her own
way but not as quiet and reflective as Marcia.  In spite of this, over the
past several months they had become very good friends, almost inseparable.

   I was uncomfortable the first day I met Marcia.  I know now it was
because of her beauty.  The first day I met her she was wearing white pants
and a white tee top with pink flowers on it.  Her shoes were black, and
sensible.  Her hair was very dark brown, almost black, cut page-boy style.
It was highlighted by blonde streaks.  It was cut and colored very grown-up
for someone her age.  Her skin was darker, maybe tanned from the summer. 
Her freckles were pronounced on her nose, lesser so on her cheeks.  They
gave her a look of innocence.  Her eyes were brown, her eyelashes long and
striking; her eyebrows bold and seductive.  She was perfect in stature, not
too thin and not overweight.  Marcia was delicate but not breakable.  She
couldn't weigh more than 90 pounds; she stood no more than 4 feet 10
inches. She carried herself with grace.

   I estimated Marcia had reached that all consuming age of puberty.  Her
tits were developing nicely.  They were not large, the size of tiny pears.
They were perfect for her frame.  Every time I saw her she was wearing a
bra, or so I thought.  Through the silkier materials of her tee tops and
shirts I could make out the outline of her little training bras.  She was
gorgeous.  And for 12 years old, she was very, very sexy.  I didn't think
anyone else in our family noticed.  I was wrong.  Obviously Lace thought so
too.

   Over the next several weeks I had countless opportunities to study this
wonderful adolescent.  Her legs were shapely, not little girl legs.  The
shorts she sometimes wore were modest, her tee shirts long, not trendy. 
Her most seductive clothes were her skirts.  They were short, in style for
twelve year olds.  She wore them infrequently but when she did she was
intoxicating.  I longed each time she came over hoping she would wear a
skirt.  More often than not I was disappointed.  When she walked by her
scent was exotic.  It was a natural aroma, not applied by perfumes or
soaps. I was smitten.  She was my secret, at least up to now.

   I turned to Lace.  "I'm ......  I'm sorry Lace.  I guess you would have
found out eventually."

   "I love you, Jim." It was a simple statement made without a need for
explanation.

   "I love you too Lace, but some things I just can't help.  I'm with you.
Whatever we do, we do it together.  From now on, if there are consequences
they'll be ours to share.  Your danger will be my danger.  Your excitement
will be my excitement.  I will never question your sexual preferences as
long as no one gets hurt and as long as you still love me."

   She replied quietly.  "Thanks.  Let's have some fun together.  Let's do
exciting things.  Let's even do some dangerous things.  Let's be free.  I'm
going to sleep now.  Thanks for the great night."

   I kissed her goodnight.  She turned off the lamp, turned on her side. 
In a very few minutes I was serenaded by the rhythm of her breathing as she
passed into sleep.  A thousand things were going through my mind.  Was Lace
serious?  How sexual was Marcia?  What did she know?  Did she masturbate?
Was it more than that?  Probably not, since she was only 12.  Where would
this lead?  What we were contemplating was very dangerous.  We were playing
with fire.  Brenda and her husband were not real good friends but they were
nice people.  Would rumors spread?  There were so many hazards but it was
soooo exciting.  I was ready.  It was time.  I slept fretfully.

   The next morning I left for work a little late.  Lace still slept.  I
kissed her in her sleep.  I whispered, "I love you."
   ...  to be continued