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   Candy & Lace Part 7 by The Razor's Edge

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

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

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

   Brenda was wearing a little flowered sun dress revealing lots of leg. 
Compliment her; show interest, I thought.  Make her feel welcome.

   "Hey, Brenda.  Nice dress.  Looks cool." She smiled at me and tilted her
head just a little, a tiny gesture of approval.  A slight sign I was being
accepted?

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

   I stood up and stretched out my arms.  I thought I'd be a little bold.
It was just in the mood.

   "Hey!  Where's my hug?"

   Brenda looked at me at little confused but relented.  She walked over
and folded into my arms.  I placed my hands on that beautiful, luscious ass
that started everything and pulled her close.  She stared directly into my
eyes, still bewildered, but smiled.  She kissed me; a little peck.  As I
said, all it took was just a little word; a little boldness.  Her tits and
abdomen pressed against me and her just wearing the tiny sundress stirred
by prick.  I ran my hands over her ass again, longer this time.  She shook
her head, ever so slightly and pulled herself away.  She turned to Lace. 
Lace was smiling at us, no concern on her face at all.  She looked Brenda
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 pussy 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 pussy, 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 pussy 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
slit 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 to be 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 slit.  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 little puss," 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 pussy.  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
slit too, 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 little slit 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 pussy 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 in,
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 considerably, 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 wouldn't 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.

   ...  to be continued