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  Such an innocent sweetheart.

  After grabbing the bottle of lotion from my bedside table, I climbed onto the bed and straddled Ellen's buttocks. My bare pussy pressed against the crack of her ass. I wondered if the girl could feel my growing dampness. As I leaned forward to rub oil into her shoulders, my tits swayed in my robe. Both nipples were hard with excitement.

  Each time I rocked forward to rub Ellen's back, the tiny patch of my pubic hair brushed across her buttocks creating a delicious friction against my clit. If I kept this up much longer, I was at risk of cumming all over my neighbor's daughter.

  "Roll over," I said, trying hard not to sound too breathless. "It's time to do your front."

  "Uh ... my front?"

  "The muscles of your chest need some soothing too. You were doing an awful lot of work with those heavy shears."

  Ellen's ears turned red. "I don't think I can turn over."

  "Why not?"

  "Something embarrassing has happened."

  She was reluctant to budge, but did so at my insistence. Both of us were surprised to see a sizable wet patch in the middle of my bedspread.

  Ellen's hands immediately covered the cum-slickened folds of her pussy. I swallowed hard and tried to keep the excitement out of my voice. "That's all right, Ellen. It's not unusual to get aroused when you're having a massage."

  "I'm sorry, Mrs. Robins. I didn't mean to make such a mess."

  "Not to worry," I said with a reassuring smile. "I can clean this up in a jiffy. Leave it to me."

  I got down on my knees at the edge of the bed. As I did, my breasts slipped out of my gown and hung in the opening. My hard pink nipples scraped Ellen's thighs as I lowered my head.

  Ever so gently, I pulled her hands away from her pussy. She was shaved bare. The air was filled with the musky aroma of her sex.

  "What are you doing?" Ellen asked in a husky whisper.

  "Just cleaning up the mess, dear," I said nonchalantly. Then I leaned down and swiped my tongue across the lips of her vulva.

  "Oh, jeeze!" Ellen gasped.

  That single taste of her pussy left me dizzy with desire, and hungry for more. But I hesitated. Part of me expected the girl to push me away, to tell me that I shouldn't be touching her like that. Instead, she lay frozen beneath me, trembling ever so slightly.

  I stuck out my tongue again, emboldened to continue. With long, slow licks, I traced the length of her creamy slit. Ever so gradually, Ellen's legs opened beneath me. The petals of her sex swelled against my mouth. How far will she let me go, I wondered as I wriggled my tongue deeper into her groove. Saliva streamed from my mouth.

  Ellen groaned in delight as I teased and sucked on her plump lips. It wasn't long before more of her intoxicating nectar trickled from her tiny pink hole. I couldn't get enough of it. Reaching up, I cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between my fingers to encourage more of her juices to flow.

  "Yes," Ellen murmured. "Oh, yes."

  Even as the girl squirmed with delight beneath my mouth, I was possessed by an unexpected bout of guilt.

  What are you doing, Julie? This is your best friend's daughter, and you're mouth-fucking her pussy! What kind of a slut have you turned into? This is so wrong!

  But there was nothing I could do to stop myself. In truth I didn't want to stop. More than anything, I wanted Ellen to cum all over my tongue. And a few seconds later that's exactly what happened.

  "Oh God," Ellen gasped. "I'm gonna … I'm gonna …"

  Her hips rose off the mattress and pressed tight against my lips. A warm gush spilled from her pussy and ran down my chin. There was so much of her! But I refused to waste a single drop. I clamped my mouth around her pulsing hole and sucked hard, milking every last drop of her precious cream.

  At last Ellen's grinding hips were still. Her breathing came in shallow gasps as she recovered from her orgasm. "That felt amazing," she panted, and gazed into my eyes with adoration.

  "You tasted amazing," I replied. "But I'm sure you hear that all the time."

  She frowned. "From who?"

  "From the boys at college."

  Embarrassment rose in her cheeks. "Not really," she confessed. "I've never told anyone this before, but I'm … still a virgin."

  I sat up so fast, that my robe fell off my shoulders and slipped to my waist. "You mean to tell me that someone as gorgeous as you has never been laid?"

  She nodded.

  "Surely you've let boys lick your pussy before."

  "You're the first one who's ever had your mouth … down there."

  I couldn't help but smile as I climbed on top of her. I let my crotch rub against hers. My pussy dribbled across Ellen's freshly licked slit. I leaned across her body, crushing our breasts together, and whispered into her ear, "Now's your big chance to go all the way."

  Ellen stiffened beneath me. "What are you saying?" She tried to push me away.

  "What's wrong, Ellen?"

  "I can't do this!" she cried. "It would be like—" She struggled to say the words. "—like fucking my own Mom."

  "But I'm not your Mom," I said with a purr.

  "I know, but you're the same age as she is. And I've known you since I was a little kid. It would feel like the same thing."

  I pressed my cunt hard against hers, mashing our clits together. I pinned her arms above her head. Our noses nearly touched. I could feel her hot breath in my face. "Are you telling me it would make you feel dirty to make love to an older woman?" I said in a seductive whisper.

  Ellen nodded, but at the same time I could see the excitement in her eyes. The naughty girl was secretly turned on by the prospect.

  "I'll bet there are all sorts of dirty things you'd like a woman twice your age to do to you. Am I right?" I shuffled up the length of Ellen's body so my breasts swung enticingly close to her face. My nipples brushed back and forth across her lower lip. "I bet you're dying to suck on these big, juicy breasts aren't you? I saw the way you looked at them yesterday. You couldn't tear your eyes away."

  Ellen clamped her lips tight and shook her head. She was still wrestling with the conflicting emotions that raged inside her.

  "Do you know how much wetter my pussy would get if you sucked my nipples?" I whispered. I pressed my tits against the girl's mouth, almost smothering her beneath them. "Suck them, baby. You know you want to taste them."

  Ellen's resistance held for a while. But my body was too warm. My breasts too full. My pussy too wet. She squeezed her eyes shut and pushed her tongue out between pursed lips. I shivered as she gave my areolas a tentative lick. The taste of my body must have appealed to her, because she opened her mouth wider.

  I moaned as she gripped my nipples with her teeth. I let go of her wrists so she could reach up and clutch both my tits in her eager hands. Electric shivers traveled down my spine. With each suck, with each nibble, my clit blazed as if it was on fire.

  When she'd feasted on me and driven me into a wild frenzy, I moaned, "I want you to taste my pussy, Ellen. I need your mouth on my cunt."

  My breasts glistened with the girl's saliva as I pulled away and straddled her chest.

  Ellen looked at my swollen, dripping sex with a ravenous glint in her eye.

  "Fuck my pussy with your mouth, baby," I purred as I arched my back and rubbed the wet lips of my labia across her chin.

  "I want to," she said in a timid voice. "But I don't know what to do."

  "Do what comes naturally," I told her. "Your tongue won't steer you wrong."

  Ellen reached behind to cup my ass in both hands. Raising her neck, she buried herself between my legs, kissing and sucking me. She moved hesitantly at first, but with each passing moment her confidence grew. What she lacked in experience, she made up for in sheer enthusiasm.

  I gripped fistfuls of her thick dark hair. "That's it, baby. Kiss me deeper," I groaned. "As deep as you can go."

  The warm probe of Ellen's tongue plunged through my slippery opening. I shuddered as she lapped at my inner tunnel
. The groan that escaped my lips turned into a shout. My thighs clamped tight around Ellen's head. My buttocks flexed, over and over, in her cupped hands.

  She hung on like a trooper as my orgasm pulsed against her face. No one else in my life—man or woman—had ever made me cum so fast. I gave a final shudder and was still at last. My fingers slipped from the curls of Ellen's hair. My breasts and torso were dewy with perspiration.

  Leaning down, I pressed my mouth to hers. Our tongues swirled together. I could taste the musky essence of my pussy on the girl's lips. But as delicious as my orgasm had been, I still craved more. There was a hungry hole that demanded to be filled, and I wasn't about to be denied.

  I rolled off Ellen and fumbled for the dildo in my bedside table. It quivered in my hand as I set it to the highest level of vibration.

  "Would you like to do the honors?" I said as I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide.

  Ellen was on top of me in a flash, snatching the toy away. She touched the silicone tip to my dripping cunt. With a trembling hand she ran it back and forth along my slit.

  A fresh dribble of cream spilled from my hole. Ellen wasted no time in smearing the sticky nectar across my swollen folds. For one tantalizing moment the head of the dildo dipped into the entrance of my vagina.

  "Don't be shy," I gasped. "Slide it in. Slide it all the way."

  I grunted as she pushed deep, fucking me in long, steady strokes.

  "Don't stop," I cried as I writhed in desperation beneath her. "Please don't stop!"

  Ellen's teeth were clenched. Her breath came in harsh hisses. "Your pussy is so wet," she said. "You look so sexy."

  I'd never been so turned on as I was in that moment. "Fuck me harder," I panted.

  She did … for a while. Then greed got the better of her. Pulling the toy from me with a wet plop, she pressed the vibrating tip to her own cunt. She beamed with unexpected delight. It was obvious to me that she'd never used a dildo before in her life.

  I couldn't help but grin. "You greedy little slut," I said, sitting up on my elbows.

  She leaned back and winced as she tried to push the dildo into her virginal hole.

  "Not like that, baby," I said. "You've got to work up to it."

  I took the toy away from her, and flipped her onto her belly. My hands were around her hips, dragging her to the edge of the bed. I pulled her to her knees.

  Ellen pressed her face to the mattress and arched her back. She reached under to spread the lips of her pussy.

  With my index and middle finger I circled her sopping cunt. With each swirling caress I felt her gape wider for me. Her clit was as hard as a rock. She whimpered each time I gave it a playful flick.

  "You don't know how many times I've imagined you doing this to me," she panted as I eased a finger into her cunt. Her fists gripped the bedspread. "How many times I've dreamt of this moment."

  The rest of her words were lost in a moan as I caressed her pussy from the inside. I felt the muscles of her cunt squeeze me tight.

  "You're so close, aren't you," I said.

  She gave a frantic nod and shuddered beneath me.

  "Let yourself go," I purred. I want to feel you cum all over my hand."

  To my surprise, she pulled away.

  "What are you doing?"

  "I want something more than just your finger inside me," she breathed. Reaching across the bed, she grabbed the slippery dildo. "Give it to me," she said, holding it against her pussy. "I want to feel every inch of it inside me."

  As wet as she was, it wasn't easy to fit the toy into her tight opening. She cried out with a combination of pleasure and pain when I finally penetrated her all the way.

  I gave her some time to get used to being filled before I slowly thrust the dildo in and out of her. Her tight little buttocks clenched with each stroke.

  Seeing her pussy stretched to its limits, and listening to her mewing cries of pleasure as I fucked her was too much for me to bear. My free hand went between my legs to tend to my own throbbing clit.

  I didn't have to rub myself very long before I brought myself to the brink. My timing couldn't have been more perfect. Ellen came an instant later. Her piercing scream joined mine as her cunt pulsed and contracted around the dildo.

  The two of us collapsed onto the bed, our bodies were slick with sweat, and sticky with our mingled juices. "Oh, baby," I panted. "How does it feel to not be a virgin anymore?"

  "I can't believe I waited so long," she gasped.

  "I hope it was worth it."

  "Every moment! I'm so glad my first time was with you."

  "Oh honey, you don't know how happy it makes me feel to hear you say that."

  I had hoped to snuggle longer and bask in the afterglow, but Ellen scrambled to her feet and gathered up her clothes.

  "Where are you going in such a hurry?"

  "Mom's gonna wonder why I've been over here so long. I don't want her to get suspicious. If she ever found out I was fucking her best friend she'd freak out. I'd probably be grounded for the rest of the summer."

  I had to suppress a secret smile. "Do you promise you'll come back soon?"

  "You can count on it! I'll work on your garden every week if this is the kind of payment I get." She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the lips before hurrying out the door.

  I rolled onto my back and spread my legs wide, savoring Ellen's juices as they tingled on my tongue and dried on my fingers. When I heard the back door slam I got up and opened the closet door wide. "Well, how was that?" I asked.

  Rachel was sitting in the dark on the floor. Her face was flushed, her panties were around her ankles, her fingers were slick with her cream. "That was so fucking hot," she murmured. "I must have cum three times watching you. Do you know how hard it was to not make any noise in here?"

  "You are the wickedest, dirtiest friend I've ever had," I said. "And your daughter has the yummiest pussy I've ever tasted." I reached for my clothes and started to dress.

  "Wait, where are you going?" Rachel asked. "You promised to stay here and describe how everything felt."

  "That'll have to wait. We've got a long summer ahead of us, and I need to pick up some fertilizer."

  "Fertilizer? What for?"

  "For my flower beds. I've decided I want Ellen to tend to my garden more than once a week."

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  STORY 5

  My clit tingled like crazy as I hurried up the front steps to my apartment. Actually, it had been tingling ever since I left the restaurant. I was returning from my first date with a man who was supposed to help me end my eighteen-month post-divorce sex drought.

  I made every indication to him that I was interested in hooking up. I played with my long brown hair, I licked my pouty red lips, I ran my foot up and down his leg under the table. I even went as far as unfastening an extra button on the front of my dress to show off more of my glorious cleavage—and to make it obvious that I was braless underneath. In short, I dropped every possible hint that I was available for a good time.

  Either he was as dumb as a brick, or he was secretly gay, because all I got at the end of the evening was a quick peck on the cheek. I had hoped for more (a full pecker, to be honest). But now here I was, home alone and horny as hell.

  My panties were damp with unfulfilled desire as I put the key into the lock. I was still drunk from the wine I'd consumed at dinner, and I had an insatiable craving for cum. My vibrator and dildo would be working overtime tonight, that was for sure. I hoped my stepson was already fast asleep so he wouldn't be subjected to the sounds of his sexually desperate mother as she tried to get herself off in the adjacent bedroom.

  I stepped quietly through the front door. It was almost midnight and I didn't want my drunken fumblings to wake Paul. To my surprise a stream of light flooded from his bedroom and out into the hallway. I thought perhaps he'd fallen asleep while doing his homework. He was such a studious kid. It was his first year at college and he was already on the Dean's list. I was so pr
oud of him.

  His door was slightly ajar. I figured I'd just reach into his room and switch off the light. But as I drew closer, the sound of voices stopped me dead in my tracks.

  "Hit me," purred a sultry female voice.

  "Are you sure you want another one?" Paul replied.

  "Um… I don't know. Let me think for a second."

  My hand flew to my mouth. What on earth was happening in my son's bedroom? I leaned close and peeked through the crack in the door.

  Paul and his girlfriend, Jane, sat cross-legged and facing each other in the middle of the bed. They were focused on the card game laid out before them.

  "Yeah, hit me again," Jane said at last.

  Paul peeled another card off the top of the deck and slapped it down.

  "Ugh!" the girl groaned. "That makes twenty-three, I'm busted."

  "Yes! I win," Paul said triumphantly.

  I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled at my own silly fears. They were playing an innocent game of blackjack. I couldn't believe my sex-starved brain had conjured up wild visions of spanking and bondage. It was obvious I needed a very long session with my vibrator to purge myself of my horny thoughts.

  I turned away from the door and was about to leave the kids to their game when Paul's next words froze me in place.

  "Okay, take off your jeans while I shuffle the cards for the next round. If my luck holds up I should have you undressed in no time flat."

  "In your dreams, buddy-boy," Jane said with a defiant snort. "Next time I'm going to be the dealer. I'm pretty sure you're cheating."

  "Stop making excuses, loser. Take off those pants."

  Paul dealt a new hand while Jane stood up to wriggle her jeans down her slender legs. She resumed her cross-legged position on the bed, letting my son have an eyeful of her crotch through the sheer fabric of her panties. From where I stood it was obvious that she enjoyed the way she was able to hypnotize Paul with a glimpse of her scarcely covered pussy.

  "Well … are you going to sit there and stare all night," she said, "or are you going to hit me?"