Date: Fri, 9 Dec 2011 16:55:21 -0800 (PST) From: Jan None Subject: Teen Next Door (lesbian/adult youth, oral, anal, F/fF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading, pleasure, or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2010 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. Teen Next Door By Jan My husband and I moved into a small two bedroom house a couple of years after we were married. I was twenty-years-old at the time, and my husband was twenty-four-years-old. We had been living in an apartment for the first couple of years of our marriage. We had struggled to find a house cheap enough for us to afford to rent. It was an old house and not in the best shape, but it was all we could afford. My husband was a mechanic, so we had very little discretionary money to spend on living quarters. When we moved in we had to work hard to make it livable. The stove was greasy, the refrigerator smelled, there was mold in the bathroom, and the tub was stained with rust. It took us a couple of days to clean it up enough to move our belongings in. As soon as we moved in we met our neighbors. On the north side was an older couple that had lived in their home for forty years. The house on the south side was a middle aged couple with a couple of young girls. We didn't meet the families across the street or behind us for awhile. We never did become close friends with them anyway. The older daughter of the family on our southern side was the one that went out of her way to befriend herself to me. She was a sweet looking twelve-year-old, named Candy. She was a blonde headed thing with blue eyes, and skin like peaches and cream. She would follow me around the house while I went about my housework, asking me questions constantly. I found her curiosity refreshing, if not amusing. She wanted to know why I did things, when I was cooking she constantly asked why I added specific ingredients. She offered to help with everything. Her mother often told me to send her home whenever she became a pest. I assured her that I enjoyed her company. One hot summer morning I had decided to clean the bathtub, and had simply put on an old house dress that was already stained with bleach spots. While I was busy scrubbing the back of the tub on my hands and knees, I heard the backdoor open. I heard Candy call out my name, and simply told her that I was in the bathroom. I knew the dangers of mixing bleach with household scrubbing compound, because that mixture could produce chlorine gas, but it works so well removing hard water stains and scum from the porcelain tub and tile. I was bent over the rim of the tub working up a sweat scrubbing away, when Candy entered the bathroom. She offered to help, but I assured her that there was not enough room for the two of us working at the same time. She sat down on the toilet to watch me. I didn't give it a thought that my old house dress was short, that was all I had on, and Candy was getting a great view of my ass. While I was scrubbing away, I suddenly felt her hand on the back of my thigh. I didn't stop scrubbing on the bottom of the tub, as I felt her hand slide up the inside of my thigh. I almost let out a moan when I felt her fingers touch the bulge of my vulva. I did let out a moan when her fingers sought out the opening of my cunt. I pleaded, "Honey you shouldn't be doing that!" Candy ignored my plea, and her finger found my clitoris. I responded with another moan while she started playing with my clit. When I tried to sit up, she placed her other hand on my back, and held me down. I knew that I was strong enough to overpower her, but I gave up and allowed her to play with my pussy. She went from playing with my clit to finger fucking my cunt. By that time I had given up any pretence of cleaning. She finger fucked me fast and furiously until I let out a long satisfied moan. When I finally sat back on my heels, Candy was sitting on the toilet again, and was licking and smelling her fingers. I told her that young girls like her shouldn't be doing things like that to older women. She reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head between her legs. She didn't have panties on. I was looking at her young pussy, and there was just a little dusting of light brown pubic hairs on her Mons Venus. Her little labia were exposed too. She forced my face against her little cunt. I let out a little moan of surrender, as I started lapping at her little cunt. I had not experimented with lesbianism since I was a freshman in high school. The smell was still familiar to me though. Candy moved her butt to the edge of the toilet seat, so that I had full access to her crotch. I couldn't resist licking her asshole too. After she had a strong orgasm, I stood up and adjusted my dress. I felt ashamed of myself for having allowed this innocent young girl to seduce me so easily. I sent her home and had a good cry, before finishing cleaning the bathtub. I made a pledge to myself that I would never allow Candy to seduce me again. The next day I made sure I was fully dressed, in jeans, panties, bra and long sleeved western shirt while working in my backyard. I was down on my knees pulling weeds out of my little garden of vegetables. I had a wide brimmed straw had on to protect my head from the sun, and cotton gloves to protect my nails from the weeds. I was so busy that I didn't even know what time it was. I was working up a lot of sweat equity. I was still struggling with myself over what had happened yesterday. Candy must have entered my house, and not finding me inside came out the backdoor looking for me. When I heard the screen door slam I sat up and looked over my shoulder as Candy came walking down the steps towards me. My heart pounded at the sight of her, her innocent looks belied what a horny thing she was. As she approached me she said, "Jean, I was looking for you!" I said, "We are not going to do that sort of thing again!" Candy smiled coyly, and said, "What on earth are you talking about?" I said, "I'm not going to let you do those things to me again!" Still smiling she said, "What sort of things are you talking about?" By that time she was standing right in front of me. I said, "You are not going to make me have sex with you again. That is wrong in so many ways!" Candy chuckled, "I was looking forward all day to getting home so that I could taste your wet pussy again!" I pleaded, "Candy you can't keep talking like that! It is not right for a girl your age to be talking to anyone like that!" She lifted her skirt, showing me that she didn't have panties on again, and she wiped her pussy with her right hand, before sticking a finger deep into her cunt. She frigged herself a few times, and then she waved her finger under my nose. I have to admit that the smell of her pussy made my pussy wet. She even wiped her fingers on my lips before sticking her wet finger into my mouth. She asked, "How can you refuse a taste like that?" I couldn't help looking around to see if anyone could see us. After all there were five houses bordering my backyard. Three houses behind my yard could not see the yard because of the cinder block wall. The houses on either side of my house might have been able to see into my yard, except that there was enough vegetation to block the view. Candy saw my nervous glances. "Don't worry, "Mom is at work, and Mr. and Mrs. Beckman's car is not in the driveway." With that statement she reached for both of my breasts, and squeezed them. Before I could respond she shoved me over backwards. I fell back on my ass and would up with my head resting on the dirt between rows of carrots. While I was sprawled out on my back she jumped on top of me. She sat on my face. I was stronger than her, but she had caught me by surprise. When she covered my mouth with her pussy I gave up and started probing her little cunt with my tongue. She rode me like a pony, while rubbing her little wet cunt over my mouth and nose. Occasionally her little rosebud of an asshole ran over my tongue and nose. I have to admit that her asshole smelled and tasted good too. She rode me, until her cum. When she stood up, I sat up, before getting to my feet. I was covered with dirt. I started dusting myself off. Candy even helped dust off the dirt on my butt and the backs of my legs. The straw hat had protected my hair, but the hair that was down my back got some dirt on it. I made my way to the back porch. I kicked off my shoes, stomped my feet until I felt like I had shook off all of the loose dirt. Candy followed me into the house. I headed directly for the bathroom, where I stripped off my clothes to take a bath. Candy took off her clothes too. I turned on the water to get it warm before filling the tub. Candy's hands were all over my ass while I was bending over adjusting the water and closing the drain. When I stepped into the tub, and settled down in the water, Candy stepped into the tub facing me. She sat down between my legs and managed to wrap her legs around my waist. She sat there kissing me while she felt my breasts. The next thing she did was to put one of her hands between our bodies. While she finger fucked my cunt she rubbed her own pussy with her back of her hand. I couldn't resist playing with her little B-sized breasts too. I was surprised to see that her areolas were almost as large as her small breasts. I just had to taste them. I sucked hard on her nipples until she complained that I was hurting her. While I was doing that I reached around her small body and wedged my hand under her butt. I forced my finger into her little rosebud of an asshole. I also stuck a couple of fingers into her little cunt. Candy was certainly no virgin. My finger tips were rubbing the bulge of her cervix. We managed to bring each other to a satisfying orgasm. When the water started getting cold enough to be uncomfortable we got out of the tub, and dried each other off with large bath towels. When we were dry, I led her to the bedroom. Now that I had surrendered to the fact that I liked eating pussy, I was not about to stop with just one orgasm. I placed her on top of the bed, and mounted her in a north to south position, so that I could smother her with my pussy for a change. She was like an animal, the way she went about sucking my pussy. I sat on her face, so that I could admire her little breasts, and study her young pussy. She just had the beginnings of a pubic patch, and her labia were almost completely hidden by the fold of her Mons Venus. When I leaned over to resume sucking her pussy, I marveled at how much I enjoyed lapping up her pussy juices. I had a strong orgasm before she had hers. We eventually had to get dressed. I sent her home, so that I could prepare dinner for my husband. I was terribly horny all evening, because I was constantly thinking about Candy. My husband was the beneficiary of my lust. I made him fuck me three times before he fell asleep exhausted. I still had to frig myself a couple of more times before I fell asleep dreaming about what I wanted to do to Candy. Once Candy realized that I was addicted to sex with her, she started playing it coy. She teased me with glimpses of her pussy outdoors where I couldn't do anything, because of someone might see what we were doing. She talked me into taking her to see an adult movie that was showing at our local Cineplex. We did it during a school day deliberately, because there would be very few people there. I felt like such a pervert buying tickets for me and a minor. We entered the small theater showing the movie. It had stadium seating. We made our way to the back row, so that no one could be behind us. The seats had armrests with cup holders that could be lifted out of the way. She insisted the armrest between our seats be lifted, so that it was like we were sitting in a loveseat. There were only a couple of more people that entered the theater. One was an older couple that looked old enough to be retired. I figured that they were married to each other. Just before the lights darkened a couple of middle aged men slipped in. They were not together and each found seats on far sides of the theater. As soon as the lights went down and the screen was filled with ads for local businesses, and previews for future movies, Candy started misbehaving. She lifted her butt long enough to slip her panties off. She waved the moist crotch under my nose before stuffing them into a pocket of her sweater jacket. I quickly looked around furtively to see if anyone had seen what she had done. All I saw was a little bit of the tops of their backs of their heads. For all I could see they could have been masturbating. Candy curled up next to me as the feature got underway. The story was about a young woman coming to grips with her sexual desires and lesbian attraction for an older woman. I had never seen a movie with so much sex in it. The girl was supposed to be over eighteen according to the credits, but looking at her was hard to believe that she was any older than Candy. The older woman looked old enough to be her mother. They were both very attractive females. The older woman had an elaborate tramp stamp tattoo on the small of her back that had a point located right at the crack of her ass. She also had a rose with green stem tattooed on the bulge of her vulva near her left leg. She also had trimmed pubic hair, where the young girl had none. When the girl was going down on the older woman, Candy took hold of my wrist and forced me to play with her wet pussy. While I was finger fucking her, she opened my jeans, and stuffed her hand into my panties. I had never done anything like that in my life. I kept looking to see if anyone saw what we were doing, and biting my lip to keep from making any noise. I was so frightened about getting caught that I didn't cum during the movie, but was right on the edge. When the movie came to an end we straightened up our clothes, and made our way out of the theater after the others had left. The way that the little old woman was clinging to her husband's arm, I suspected that he was going to enjoy the rest of the evening. I never got a good look at the other two men. I'm sure I was blushing as we made our way past the ushers in the lobby. As I drove us home, Candy continued playing with my breasts and pussy. It was still early afternoon. We went directly to my bedroom and we sucked each other's breasts and pussies until we were well satisfied. We made sure we got dressed before her mother got home. She insisted that I come home with her, so I walked her to the door of her house, and was greeted by her mother. I was scared to death that her mother could tell what her daughter and I had been doing. She had a warm smile on her face as she invited me in to have a cup of coffee. There was no way I could refuse her offer. She told Candy to bathe before dinner. Candy grumbled, because she felt mature enough to join us for coffee. Her mother insisted that she do as she was told. Candy sulked like a baby as she headed towards the bathroom. Her mother's name was Connie, and I had to appreciate what an attractive woman she actually was. She was a little taller than me, maybe five- feet ten, a long legged, slender woman with just average sized breasts. She had a long face with large expressive eyes that were framed by long soft sun bleached hair. She had on a royal blue business suit. She led me to the dining area next to the kitchen. She put on a pot of coffee, and set the table. She asked me if I would like butter cookies with that. I figured a cookie wouldn't interfere with dinner, so I accepted. She put a few cookies on a plate and brought them to the table. The coffee aroma started filling the room with the aroma of roasted coffee. She brought the urn to the table and filled our cups. After we sweetened our coffee to taste, she asked me in a casual tone, "Has Candy hit on you yet?" The question stunned me, "What...What do you mean?" Connie chucked, "Come on, my daughter has the hots for you, and she has seduced every girlfriend she has ever had for years. In fact she was having sex with her babysitter before she was old enough to go to school!" The fact that Connie knew about the babysitter stunned me, "How did you find out about the babysitter?" Connie took a sip of her coffee before she answered the question, "The babysitter gave me a blow by blow account of everything that took place while I was satisfying her!" It was more that I could fathom, that Connie knew about her daughter's relationship with her babysitter, and her girlfriends, without confronting her, or trying to correct her behavior. My mother would have beaten me to death if she had ever caught me sucking the pussy of my girlfriends. Connie added, "I prefer Candy have sex with women and girls, as opposed to having sex with boys or men. She is less likely to get a sexually transmitted disease from women and girls, and she sure as hell is not going to get pregnant. I want her to someday marry and have children, but until then I prefer she learn to enjoy the pleasures of lesbian sex." I thought her logic was strange, but what she said made sense in a twisted way. She obviously saw my discomfort with her statements. She placed her hand on top of my left hand on the table. "Don't think badly about me! I have always sought out the company of females." About that time Candy entered the room, smelling of soap, and radiating body heat. She was dressed casually in shorts and a jersey tank top. Her presence was my cue to make my exit. I made my apologies and rose to leave, and Connie followed me to the door, she suggested that we have coffee some morning after we got the men off to work. I casually agreed as I headed back home. The next morning I was doing the same things I normally did. I made a pot of coffee while preparing breakfast for my husband. As soon as he left I started stripping the bedding to start the laundry. I gathered clothes from the hamper and carried them to the laundry room. While I was loading the washing machine I happened to think about the previous day. While I was mulling over what Candy and I had done it suddenly dawned on me that Connie had actually admitted to having sex with her daughter's babysitter. I suddenly looked upon Connie from a new prospective. She was an attractive woman, at least ten years my senior. It was obvious that her hair had been as blonde as Candy's when she was a teenager, and it had darkened with age. Her figure was fuller than it had been as a young woman, I'm sure, but it was still good enough to draw admiring glances walking down the street, or around a swimming pool. There was nothing overtly sexy about the clothes she had on, but the swell of her breasts filled the bodice of her dress so much that her nipples definitely made an impression, a flattering impression. She smelled good too. She was obviously telling me that she was a lesbian. Why would she bother getting married to a man if that was the way she felt? My mind was mulling over her revelation when there was a knock at the back door. When I opened the door Connie was standing there, dressed as casually as Candy had been yesterday, shorts, a red bandanna halter top. Her hair was down and some of it was hanging over her left shoulder playing hide and seek with her left breast. The other bandanna barely contained her right breast. She announced, "Let's have that coffee and talk!" I led her to the kitchen and poured us two cups of coffee. The artificial creamer and sweetener were still on the breakfast table. I carried the sugar bowl to the table in case she preferred natural sugar. We sweetened our coffee to tastes, and sat back to take a sip with both hands. Connie said, "I understand if you were disturbed by my revelation yesterday, but I wanted to let you know about me!" I admitted, "I have been thinking about what you told me yesterday all night and this morning. I'm not sure how I feel about what you told me. If you realized that you were a lesbian most of your life, why did you want to get married?" Connie took a deep breath, "I always wanted to have children of my own. I happened to meet Bill through his sisters. He was the idea prospect for me to marry. The male determines the sex of babies, and Bill is the only male among five sisters. The older sisters made him into a sissy boy. When he reached puberty he became a pretty good athlete. He was even a football player in high school. I suspect that he was still trying to prove his macho persona when he joined the Marine Corps. That is also the reason he became a fireman." "He was the ideal choice for me. He works 24 on 24 off schedules, and during the fire season he may be on the fire line for weeks at a time. He accrues a lot of comp time. During the winter when the work load is lighter he can take time off to go duck and goose hunting with his buddies." I had to ask, "If you wanted children, why don't you have more children?" Connie's face showed pain, "I had to be rushed to the hospital in my eighth month. When they performed a C-section Connie had stuck a leg through my womb. They told me that the walls of my womb were too thin to carry a baby to full term, so they tied my tubes." That explained a lot to me, but I had to ask, "Does he know about your extra marital affairs." Connie grinned, "Of course he does. His sisters taught him how to please a woman with his mouth. There are times when he wants me to suck him off or fuck me, but he really prefers sex with his long time buddy." That was an interesting revelation. It took me a moment to absorb that she was telling me that her husband was gay too. Connie continued, "Candy told me that she had seduced you, and I would like to become your friend too." I was shocked to learn that Candy had told anyone, let alone her own mother, about what had taken place between us. I was experiencing a flood of emotions, shame for being exposed as a lesbian, and anger at Candy for telling anyone about what had taken place between us. As much as I found Connie to be very attractive, I struggled with my feelings. I had to refill the coffee cups by that time, so I got up to retrieve the coffee urn. I refilled both of our cups, and returned the urn to the coffee maker. When I sat back down, Connie reached out and took hold on my hand reassuringly and said, "I didn't mean to upset you honey! I truly want to be your friend, if a sexual relationship with me would be a problem, I would understand. Perhaps you are only aroused by young girls." I said, "It all is very overwhelming for me! I had never thought about having an affair with any young person, let alone a relationship with a young girl. Now it bothers me to find out that Candy told you about having seduced me into doing these things with her. In addition now I find out that you want to have sex with me too...Oh my GAWD!" Connie gripped my hand a little tighter. She also moved her chair a little closer. She was so close I could smell her almost cinnamon fragrance. I sat transfixed as she used her free hand to untie the bandanna top. As she pulled the material to each side of her breasts, they did sag a little. I was impressed with her creamy white skin, and large pinkish-mauve areolas with large nipples. She took hold of one of her nipples with her finger and thumb tips, and pulled her breasts away from her body, causing the round shape to elongate into a conical shape. Then she removed her hand from mine and placed it behind my neck, and drew my head close enough for her to kiss me on the lips. Gently at first, but when I didn't resist her efforts she kissed me even harder. She pried my mouth open with her tongue. We were breathing through our noses, and were inhaling each other's exhaust air. She used her far hand to take hold of my far hand and pull it to her bosom. Feeling her tit was so exciting. It was bigger than my own, and the nipple was much larger than my own. I could feel it pressing against the palm of my hand. I couldn't resist playing with her nipple. She was moaning into my mouth. While I was playing with her tit she ran her hand all over the front of my jersey T-shirt, before she slipped her hand under the bottom of the shirt. Her hands felt cold at first, as she ran her hand up my belly. I had not bothered putting on a bra, because I was just planning on doing the laundry. She lifted my breasts like she was comparing their weight. Her fingers were strong, but she was very gentle with them. She squeezed them like she was molding clay. I couldn't help but get excited by her efforts. Connie suggested, "Maybe we should find a more comfortable place to continue getting to know each other better." I blurted out, "The bed is not made, and I'm doing the laundry!" Connie, "Then we won't mess up the sheets!" At that moment the washing machine started chirping. I got up and headed for the laundry room, with Connie following me. She helped me pull the first load out of the machine and put them in the dryer. After turning it on, and putting the second load in the washer, Connie started feeling me up from behind. I took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom where we started taking each other's clothes off. After all her halter top was just dangling from her shoulders. When I unbuttoned her shorts, and started pulling them down I discovered that she didn't have any underwear on. Her pubic garden was darker that her dirty blonde hair. She rubbed her pussy with her hand and inserted a couple of fingers into her cunt and frigged herself a few times, and then she rubbed her wet fingers under my nose, and stuck her fingers into my mouth. I tasted her pussy juice while smelling the odor of her cunt. It was so erotically nasty. My own pussy was wet and tingling. Connie helped me pull my jersey T-shirt over my head. She was tall enough that when she took me in her arms to kiss me her breasts were resting on top of mine. Her body was warm, so when she stepped back to unfasten the top of my shorts, I felt a cool breeze stimulate my nipples. She bent over and took one of my nipples into her mouth, and sucked on it hard. While she was sucking on my flesh, she finished unfastening my shorts. She pushed my shorts below my hips, so that gravity could take over pulling then down to my feet. She must have had a desire to check out what my panties looked like. The only problem was I had simply slipped on an old pair pantie that would qualify as granny panties that had holes in them and the elastic was stretched out so much that they would hardly stay up. I was embarrassed to be seen in them. She was looking at the dark shadow of my own dark pubic hair behind the thin material. Then she slipped her fingers under the waistband of my panties and gently pulled them down as if to prolong the exposure of my pubic hair. When they were pulled below my hips they virtually fell down my legs to join the pile of my shorts around my feet. Then she placed the palm of her hand right over my crotch, and wedged her middle finger into my cunt. She finger fucked me until I was close to cumming before she pulled her hand away from my cunt. She stood there in her naked glory, smelling her fingers and tasting my pussy honey, with a wicked grin on her face. She virtually picked me up like a baby, and placed me onto top of my mattress. She lied down next to me, and felt me up while kissing me again. There was no denying that she was turning me on. I was breathing hard into her mouth. I reached for her warm tits too. She was like an animal the way she attacked my pussy. She ate my pussy until I cum, then she turned her body around and smothered me with her cunt. She introduced me to something she called tribbing, where she put her legs around one of mine, and pressed her pussy against mine, and started humping me. She was rubbing her pubic bone against mine, doing so rubbed our clits against each other until we both had a climax. We made love to each other until we both almost collapsed. That was when we finally heard the persistent chirping, a buzzing of the washer and dryer. We laughed at the fact that we had not heard them until that moment. We emptied the dryer and washing machine. We loaded the washer with the last load and put the dried clothes on the kitchen table. We folded them and she even helped me put the fitted sheet back on the bed. We finished making the bed, and put the clothes away. Connie suggested that we not mess up the bed, and continue our getting to know each other in another room. We made our way to the family room where we cuddled up on the leather sofa. It was a new experience to kiss another woman with the odor of my own pussy smeared all over her face. At least this time when the washer and dried started sounding the completion of their cycle, we emptied the dryer and started the started the last load. We folded and put away the clothes. At that point we became aware just how hungry we were. We made something to eat, and waited for the last load in the dryer to finish. While we were eating we talked about our likes and dislikes. Connie mentioned, "I have noticed that your husband's car is absent from the driveways periodically for several days. Why is that?" I smiled, "Jim works for an electronic company that builds computer servers for businesses. There are times when he had to travel to the companies and actually install the servers, and insure they work properly." Connie smiled sweetly, "Let me know when he will be out of town for a few days, and I will arrange for my husband to spend the time visiting his old college roommate!" The prospect of spends a few days engaged in a lesbian relationship with my lovely neighbor sounded so wickedly attractive, that I felt my pussy tingle. When the dryer started chirping, we emptied the dryer put everything away, and finally Connie said she had to start dinner. She put her clothes back on and kissed me goodbye before heading home. I got dressed and started preparing dinner for Jim and me. I knew I was going to enjoy the company of my neighbor. I had all but forgotten about Candy, and was daydreaming about what had happened. When the back door opened I turned around expecting to see Connie, but it was Candy dressed in her school clothes, and carrying a canvas book bag. She flashed me a warm smile while dropping her bag in the breakfast bar as she approached me. She flung her arms around my neck as she stood on tip-toe to kiss me on the mouth. I surrendered to her kiss as she inserted her tongue. She was a greedy young thing, and she ran a hand under my T-shirt to grasp one of my tits. Her head was actually very close to being level with my breasts, so it was no problem for her to bury her face between my breasts. Suddenly she lifted her head, and announced, "MY MOTHER HAS BEEN HERE TODAY!" I was stunned by her ability to detect that her mother had been there making love to me all day. "What makes you think that?" Candy said, "I can smell my mother's perfume between your tits!" I thought to myself, "Busted!" There was nothing I could say to change the facts. Candy said, "I thought I was going to get to keep you as my girlfriend for a little while before my mother seduced you! Anyway...did you enjoy having sex with her as much as me?" How could I possibly answer that question without upsetting either of them? "Honey...I can't compare the two of you. Your mother is an adult with far more experience with such things than me. You on the other hand have a fresh charm that is so appealing, even you have had more experience than me at such things." The pot roast was on simmer and didn't need a lot of attention. Candy wanted to have sex with me right away. I picked her up and placed her on top of the granite counter top of the breakfast bar. When I lifted her short skirt I found that she didn't have panties on. I spread her legs, and studied her pussy. Her little vulva was swollen and puffy. I had to ask, "Why is your pussy so swollen?" Candy chuckled, "My last period is study hall. I spent the time in the library, with the librarian in the periodical section. She spent the hour eating my pussy." She giggled like the school girl she was. Now it was my turn to eat her pussy. She was slapping my ears with her thighs, and moaning indecently. She had her fingers laced through my hair, and was directing my attention to what ever area she wanted me to lap at. At her direction I even licked her little asshole. When she was satisfied, she insisted on satisfying me in a like manner. She got off of the counter top, and knelt in front of me. She unfastened my shorts and pulled them down along with my old worn panties. She clung to the cheeks of my ass, while she buried her face in my pubic bush. She sucked my pussy until I had a climax. There came the time when I had to make her get up, and get dressed before sending her home. I wondered what repercussions would be from Connie for having sex with Candy. To my surprise, Connie didn't even mention it during future meetings. Everything was quiet for a few days, but one evening Jim announced that he was going to have to be out of town for a couple of weeks, while installing servers for a company they have been working with. I did my best to hide my enthusiasm at the prospect of being able to party with Connie. I alerted her by cell-phone before bedtime. On the day Jim kissed me goodbye, Connie came over as soon as his car pulled out of the driveway. She told me that her husband was going to spend the time with his chum. They were planning on going to the ballet. They had back stage passes that would allow them to meet the dancers. They would get off finding out if the dancers really did fill out the cod peaces under their tights, with a chuckle. Candy followed her to my house, because she wanted to ditch school, to be with us. Connie insisted that she get her ass to school, there would be plenty of time to party with me. I have to admit that it was one hell of a time. Connie and I made love all day, and Candy joined us when she got home. The three of us slept in my bed together. It may have been crowded but certainly fun. Candy wanted more time to have me for herself, so she brought home one of her sweet little girlfriends. Connie was happy to entertain her while Candy monopolized my time. I hope you enjoyed the story, and if you have a story you would like told, please send your mail to janmay696@yahoo.com