Date: Fri, 16 Aug 2013 14:39:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: A Neighborhood Seduction (lesbian, adult/youth oral, anal, F/f, FF/ff)

Warning:

	Oral, anal, FF, FF/ff

This story is a work of fiction and contains
descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a young
girl and older women.  If this type of content offends
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            A Neighborhood Seduction
                      By
                     Jan

	I had just gotten my husband and daughter,
Amanda, off to work and school when the front
doorbell rang.  I answered the door wondering who
would be ringing my bell that early in the morning.  It
was the woman of the house next door, named
Dorothy.  I had to invite her in and offered her a cup
of coffee as I led her to the kitchen/dining room.  I
wondered what her problem was.

	Most of the homes in the neighborhood were
owned by middle class families.  Most of the men with
homes worked in middle management positions or
service occupations like firemen or law enforcement.
The woman next door's husband was an owner/leaser
truck driver.  He worked long hours to be able to
afford to live in our neighborhood.  He was on the
road for days at a time.  That left his wife, Dorothy
and teenaged daughter Trish to fend for themselves
a lot.

	They had been living next door for almost a
year, but I had not gotten to know them more than
just to say hi in passing.  Our daughters were the
same age though and had some classes together at
the high school.  They had become casual friends.

	Amanda's best friend was a girl she had grown
up with all of her life.  It was just taking time for
Trish to become accepted completely by the girls in
the neighborhood.

	As Dorothy and I sat at the dining table with
our mugs of coffee we doctored our coffee to taste.
She leaned close and asked, "Silvia, do you ever get
so lonely and horny that it drives you crazy?"

	It shocked me that she would discuss her
sexual feelings, because we were not close friends.  I
didn't even feel comfortable discussing sex with my
best friend.  I didn't know how to respond to her
question.

	"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you with such a
question!  I wouldn't want to impose on you about my
sexual frustrations normally, because we don't really
know each other that well, but even though we have
lived here almost a year I haven't made any close
friends with the ladies in this neighborhood."

	I felt obligated to assure her that it was alright
and waited for her to expound on her problem.  I had
thought she was a nice looking woman, but had never
taken to time to study what she looked like.  She was
about five-foot five, not much more than 115 pounds.
I assumed her breasts were about a 36-B.  Her hair
was shoulder length soft wavy brown with a few
highlights with hazel eyes.  I don't know if it was a
vitamin deficiency that caused her skin to have a
naturally dark hue and her eye sockets to have a
grayish hue.  There was just something erotic about
the way she looked.  She had on a simple house coat
over her nightgown with fuzzy slippers.  Not the look
that would inspire uncontrollable lust.

	I casually inquired, "Why are you feeling so
horny?"

	"My husband George is on the road so much that
in the year we have lived here I could count on my
hands the number of nights he has been home.  I'm so
fucking horny I'm starting to look at my daughter and
wanting to eat her pussy!"

	It shocked me to hear her talking about wanting
to eat her daughter's pussy.  Her daughter had been
in our home several times and I thought she was a
very attractive girl, but had not thought about sex
with her.  There was just something about sitting
next to the woman early in the morning and smelling
her body having only being up a short time.  Her body
smelled of a lingering aroma of perfume she had worn
the previous day, but there was a body odor that
filled my nose that was pure sex.  I had fantasies
growing up about sex with my girlfriends but had
never acted on my desires.  As an adult I had been
drawn to some women because I was sexually
attracted to them, again I never acted on those
desires either.  I felt uncomfortable discussing sex
with this woman, at the same time she was turning me
on.

	She told me, "You can tell me to leave and I will
never bring up sex again, but right now I would love
to go to bed with you!"

	I was filled with indignation but waited too long
to voice my objection.  She placed her hand on the
inside of my right thigh.  The moment her hand
touched me my pussy tingled.  I sat immobile as she
worked my nightgown up my leg until her warm hand
was resting on my bare flesh.  My legs spread a little
wider as her hand worked its way up my thigh.  I
moaned as her hand touched my pussy.  She also
leaned over and kissed me on the mouth.

	I was in a fog as she pulled me to my feet and
led me to my unmade bed.  The bed still smelled of
mine and my husband's odors.  Dorothy pulled my
dressing gown off of my shoulders and let it fall to
the floor on my side of the bed.  She also let her own
house coat fall.  Her pink nightgown did little to hide
her body.  Her dark areolas and nipples were plainly
visible through the thin material.  The dark triangle
between her legs was clearly visible too.  She pulled
the gown off of her shoulders and let it fall around
her feet.

	I stood there admiring her figure.  There was a
little bulge in her lower tummy and her thighs were a
little flabby, but I was strongly attracted to her.  I
pulled my own nightgown off my shoulders one at a
time and let my gown fall to the floor around my feet.
I wondered if she liked what she saw.

	I knew I didn't have the figure I had as an
eighteen year old.  I'm 25 pounds heavier.  My upper
arms are flabby, my butt is big and my tits sag along
with the bulge of my lower tummy.  I have to bend
over now to see my pussy.  I was thankful when she
pulled me to the bed and pushed me around until I
was lying where she wanted me.  When she lied next
to me she placed her hand on my tit as she kissed me
again.

	I was like a school girl having sex for the first
time again.  She was tongue kissing me and playing
with my nipple.  She licked and kissed her way down
my neck all the way down to my tits.  She spent a long
time sucking on both tits and sucking on my flesh
until there were little red hicky marks all over them.
Then she licked and kissed her way down the middle
of my soft belly and lower tummy to the light brown
triangle of pubic hair on my vulva.  She used both
hands to spread my labia lips wide to expose my cunt
and clit.  She sucked my clit into her mouth and
sucked on it until I was driven to distraction.  A look
at the clock told me that she had sucking on my clit
for almost an hour.  I had a couple of orgasms,
before I pushed her head away from my cunt.

	Dorothy crawled back up my body and kissed me
again while lying on top of me.  Her face and mouth
smelled and tasted of both my urine and the aromatic
meaty aroma of my pussy odor.  It was strange
tasting my own pussy second hand.

	Dorothy rolled off of me on the bed and lay
there looking up at the ceiling.  The idea that she
expected me to do to her what she did to me
frightened and excited me.  I closed my eyes and
rolled over and kissed her.  I wasn't sure just what I
was supposed to do.

	I placed my hand on her breast very gently.
Dorothy placed her hand over mine and forced me to
squeeze it harder.  I understood what she wanted and
really massaged her tit vigorously.  I could see the
change in color of her flesh.  They were naturally
almost a tannish-yellow and now they were showing a
reddish blush except for her areolas, which were a
smoky brown.  I couldn't resist bending over and
taking the near nipple into my mouth.  I sucked on her
nipple until she used one hand to pull the other tit
closer and the other hand to push my head towards
the second tit.  While I was sucking on that tit I
became aware that she was using the hand that had
moved her tit to rub her pussy.

	I could smell the aroma of her pussy filling my
nose.  I knew the time had come to face my coming
out and go down on her.  I had to move my body to
the foot of the bed to be comfortable.  She curled
her body up and actually draped her arms over the
backs of her knees.  That curved her butt up in the
air so that I was looking at her gaping pussy and even
her asshole.  I was struck by that same smoky color
that made her eyes look so different.  Her labia was
flabby and had that smoky color that ran right back
to the opening of her asshole.  She even puckered her
asshole.  It reminded me of winking.  I pressed my
face against her red meaty cunt.  She took hold of my
head by my hair and ground my face against her cunt.
From time to time while I was licking her pussy she
would force my head down to her asshole.  I soon
found that I willingly ate her asshole as much as her
pussy.  When she had cum enough times to be
satisfied, she let her legs relax and laid on the bed
hugging my head as it rested on her pubic bush.  I
told her that I had never experienced so many
orgasms at one time before.  I told her that my
husband's idea of foreplay was to kiss me, squeeze my
tits like he was testing the ripeness of a cantaloupe,
diddle with my clit with his finger for a moment,
occasionally stick his finger in my cunt before
mounting me for a two minute fuck.  Afterwards he
wanted to sleep.  I would lay there frustrated until
he snored before resorting to masturbating.

	Dorothy told me that her husband loved to eat
her pussy and was a good lover, but he was on the
road so much.  She assured me that he fucked other
women while on the road.  She washed the bedding in
the sleep cab when he got home.  She saw his cum
stains and smelled the aroma of other women's
perfume and pussy juice.  She didn't begrudge him his
recreation on the road, but that didn't satisfy her
needs.  She had always enjoyed having sex with other
girls growing up, so she naturally looked for women to
fulfill her needs now.

	We eventually rested in each other's arms for a
while.  We eventually got up and put our robes back
on; she kissed me before she returned to her own
home.  I had a wave of regret or remorse sweep over
me.  I avowed that I would never do that again.

	The next morning I got fully dressed and made
the bed before seeing my husband and daughter off
to work and school.  I put the dishes in the sink to
soak before getting the laundry hamper to segregate
the wash.  I had just started the white wash when
the doorbell rang.

	My heart was pounding as I approached the
door.  Sure enough it was Dorothy standing there
dressed in the same attire from yesterday.  Before I
could make my prepared speech about yesterday
having been an accident, she barged past me.  She
headed for the kitchen and started a fresh pot of
coffee.  As I approached her to voice my objections
to her assuming she could just barge in on me, she
quickly reached out, grabbed a hand full of my hair
and pulled me to her and kissed me hard on the
mouth.  I tried to resist, but eventually my need for
sex took over and I returned her kiss.

	She pulled me into the laundry room next to the
kitchen and unbuttoned my jeans and peeled then
down my legs.  My feet were trapped by the jeans
around my ankles.  When she stood up she started
taking my blouse off along with my bra.  She pulled
my full panties down next.  She pushed me back onto
the pile of dirty laundry before pulling my tennis
shoes off along with my jeans and panties.

	She lay on top of me and started kissing and
feeling my tits.  Everything was taking place next to
the warm rhythmic sounds of the washing machine.  I
gave up trying to resist her and wrapped my arms
around her neck.

	She only interrupted the kiss long enough to
remove her bath robe.  She was totally naked under
it.  She was rubbing her tits and pussy against mine.
At one point she turned around so that she could eat
my pussy and I was looking up at her wet pussy.  We
sucked cunts until we came.

	By the time the first load was finished she
helped me put the whites in the dryer and but the
first load of color in the washer.  She led me into the
bedroom.  I protested that the bed was made, but
she simply pushed me on top of the bed and mounted
me.  We sucked each other's tits for a long time while
we finger fucked each other.  We sucked pussies
several times and she even straddled my crotch so
that she could rub her pussy against mine until we
both came.

	We didn't bother getting dressed as we
reloaded the washer and dryer.  We folded the dry
washing and put them away.  We returned to the
kitchen to drink coffee.  I tried to tell her how much
I had regretted what we had done the day before.  I
had intended to stop her from seducing me again but
when she kissed me I couldn't resist.

	Dorothy told me that she understood and even
suspected that I would regret what we had done.
That was why she had been so forceful today.  She
told me that she was sure that I needed sex as much
as she did, and would eventually accept the idea of
eating pussy.

	We spent the rest of the morning drinking
coffee and eating pussy.  I had never dreamed how
many ways that women can contort their bodies to
eat pussy.  By the afternoon she put her robe back on
to return home before our daughters would get home
from school.

	The next morning it was me that went next door
dressed in robe and house slippers.  As she ushered
me into her home she slipped her hand into my robe
to feel my wet pussy.  She hardly closed the door
before she peeled my robe off of me.

	I had never been in her house before.  It was
surprisingly well decorated and clean.  I could smell
fresh coffee as she ushered me into a bedroom that
turned out to be her daughters.  I couldn't believe
she wanted to fuck me on her daughter's bed, but
that is exactly what she did.  After we had
exhausted ourselves eating pussy we lay there talking
about sex.

	Dorothy asked me if I had ever thought about
how sexy my daughter was and if I had fantasied
about having sex with her.

	I denied ever having such thoughts about
Amanda.  Dorothy smiled at my denial.  Do you know if
Amanda is sexually active?  I had never even thought
about how much she knew about sex.  I had figured
school would give her the facts and she would
eventually find out about sex.

	Dorothy said, "You should do a little snooping.  I
found Trish's hiding place.  She got off of the bed
and went to the closet and pulled out a shoe box.  She
returned to the bed and opened the box.  Inside were
love letters from a girl.  Dorothy told me that they
were from Trish's girlfriend from where they had
lived last.

	I was ashamed of myself for reading the
private correspondence of the young girl, but I
couldn't resist reading what the girl had to say.  She
was not very much of a poet, but she sure did paint a
graphic picture of her love of Trish's pussy and tits.
I couldn't believe such a young girl was so devoted to
another girl sexually.  She even talked about them
living together someday as a married couple.

	While my attention was fixed on the letters,
Dorothy pulled a silk bundle of cloth from the box.
As she unwrapped the package, she exposed a tubular
figure of an Eskimo.  The thing was made with his
head covered by a hood, so that only the face was
exposed.  It was made out of natural rubber, so it
was brown in color.  At first I just wondered why she
would have a Eskimo likeness hidden, but then I
recognized the phallic symbol.  It dawned on me that
Trish was using the thing to masturbate with.

	Dorothy picked it up by the shaft and waved it
under my nose.  There was the smell of rubber, but
there was also the unmistakable aroma of pussy on
the toy.  There was no doubt where that thing had
been.

	Dorothy said, "Trish is becoming a woman.  She
obviously has been having sex with at least one girl.  I
think you and I should treat her to sex with an adult,
don't you?"

	I was shocked that Dorothy would suggest that
Trish should have sex with an adult woman, but then I
realized she was talking about me.  My pussy started
sweating regardless of my misgivings.  I couldn't help
picturing what Trish looked like when I had seen her
around the neighborhood.  She was an attractive girl
that looked very much like a younger version of her
mother.  I tried to visualize what her breasts and
pussy would look like.  I felt like such a pervert for
picturing her naked.

	Dorothy casually suggested, "If you did a little
snooping you might find out that Amanda is not as
innocent as you think!"

	I rejected the idea that my daughter was
sexually active, because she was only fourteen years
old.

	Dorothy took that phallic symbol and rubbed it
against my pussy.  The head of that Eskimo dipped
into my cunt.  I had never been fucked with a dildo
before.  I couldn't believe how it made me feel.
Every muscle in my body was responding.  Dorothy
had a tight grip around the base and her fist would
jam into my cunt with a lot of force.  When I had an
orgasm I couldn't control myself, I pissed all over her
hand.

	Later that afternoon I fucked Dorothy with
that Eskimo dildo.  I would have thought Dorothy
would have washed the thing after we used it, but she
simply wrapped it back up with that piece of cloth.
She put the love letters back on top of the dildo and
returned the box to Trish's hiding place.

	Eventually I returned home, Dorothy's
suggestion about searching for Amanda's secret
hiding place bothered me.  I couldn't stop thinking
about it.  I tried to convince myself that Amanda
wasn't that kind of girl.

	Just the same the next morning when I opened
my front door to admit Dorothy, Amanda was on my
mind.  After we satisfied our sexual lust eating pussy
and even tongue fucking each other's assholes I asked
Dorothy to help me look for Amanda's hiding place.
We started looking through her drawers to no avail.
We searched under the mattress and bed too.  Then
we started looking through her closet.  I was about to
abandon the search when we found a box hidden
behind an old winter full length coat.  We carried it
back to my room where we opened it.  I was hoping it
was just some innocent memorabilia, but when we
looked inside we found an assortment of items
ranging from pictures of couples, both males and
females engaged in various sexual acts.  She didn't
have a dildo object but she had a tubular vacuum
pump.  I was puzzled what it was used for.

	Dorothy took it from my hand and inserted her
clitoris into the vacuum tube and started pumping air
out of it.  The result was that her clit was sucked
into the acrylic tube.  By the time she stopped
pumping her clit looked like a males cock.  When she
removed the seal her clit held the shape long enough
for her to grasp it with her fingers and jill herself
like a male jacks off.

	The idea that my daughter was doing that to
herself after going to bed was mind blowing.

	Dorothy fitted the cylinder over my clit and
pumped the air out until my clit was engorged with
blood like hers had been.  When she removed it she
jacked me off like she had done to herself.  The next
item in the box was a flesh colored latex thing that
looked like a potato masher with a flat base.  Dorothy
demonstrated what it was for by sticking it up my
ass.  He told me it was a butt plug.  A girl could put it
up her ass and wear it as long as she wanted.  She
told me that she liked to use one while she was
shopping for groceries.  She even had a small amount
of pot and a little pipe along with matches in the box.
Finding out that my daughter was smoking pot scared
me.

	I didn't know if I should confront Amanda about
what I had found or ignore what I had discovered
about her secret life.

	There was only a few hours between the time
Amanda would get home and her father getting home
from work.

	When Amanda got home from school I couldn't
help staring at her until she felt uncomfortable, and
asked me what was wrong.

	I tried to avoid answering her question by
changing the subject.  The only thing that came to
mind, "Honey, how well do you know our neighbor's
daughter, Trish?"

	The look on Amanda's face spoke volumes.  It
was as if I had caught her masturbating.  I had no
idea I had unwittingly struck a nerve.  She said, "Oh,
we have a couple of classes together at school."

	I was puzzled by her reaction.  Then I started
to think about the dildo in Trish's bedroom, and the
sex toys I had found in Amanda's hiding place.
"Honey, have you been sharing each other's sex
toys?"

	Amanda's face went white, and she couldn't look
me in the eye.  I approached her and wrapped my arm
around her shoulders.  She started crying, "You found
my secret box?"

	"Yes, honey and Dorothy and I found Trish's
shoe box.  Trish obviously prefers girls, because we
found her love letters from a lover."

	Amanda asked, "Are you disappointed with me?"

	"Honey, I had no idea that you knew so much
about sex, or that you were engaging in sex with
anyone!"

	Amanda rested her head on my breast while she
cried her eyes out.  "Mama, Trish and I have been
having sex with each other for a year or more."

	I was stroking her hair while Amanda calmed
down, then I became aware that she was sucking on
my breast through my dress and simple nylon bra.  My
first impulse was to push her away from my tit, but it
felt so damned good I just continued to stroke her
hair.  She started feeling my tit and struggling with
pulling my tit out over the top of the bodice.  When
she got the tit out she claimed the nipple with her
mouth.  I started stroking her back and grasped the
cheek of her hard little butt.  I became as obsessed
with getting her out of her clothes as Amanda was
struggling to get my clothes off of me.  We wound up
on the floor in a pile of our clothes as we hugged and
kissed each other.  Amanda went after my tits like a
hungry baby.

	Amanda looked up into my eyes and smiled as
she placed her hand between my legs and stroked my
pussy through my dress.  We spent the rest of the
afternoon enjoying the feel, taste and smell of each
other's bodies.  We were cleaned up before my
husband got home from work.  During dinner he
announced that he had to go to the home office for a
week, and Amanda asked if she could go next door to
do her homework with Trish.

	My husband retired to the study to do some
work.  After I finished the dishes I went next door
myself.  I went directly to the backdoor and softly
knocked on the door, after checking through the
window to verify that she was puttering around in the
kitchen.  When she answered the door I asked where
the girls were.  She told me that they were in Trish's
bedroom.  I asked what they were doing, and she told
me that she was sure they were giving the Eskimo a
good workout.  I immediately had a mental picture of
Trish stabbing Amanda's pussy with that rubber
phallic symbol.

	I told Dorothy that I was going to have the
house to myself for a week.  I suggested that
tomorrow after school that we text our daughters to
go directly to each other's home.  Dorothy gave me a
wicked smile.  We parted company with a long kiss
without alerting the girls.

	The next afternoon I watched the clock until I
was sure that Amanda was on her way home.  I used
my 'i-phone' to text her to go directly to Dorothy's.
She responded with the question, "Why?"  I ignored
the question.  I was as nervous as a school girl going
on my first date waiting for Trish to knock on my
front door.

	I wanted to see her expression when I opened
the door.  I checked through the peephole to verify
that it was Trish before opening the door.

	When I opened the door the look on Trish's
face was worth every minute of the wait.  She was
stunned to see me standing there absolutely naked.
She paused in the doorway while she took in what I
looked like.  I wondered if she liked what she saw.
After all I was as old as her mother, and I didn't have
the figure I had when I was her age.

	My misgivings were dispelled when Trish ran
into my arms.  We kissed as I closed the door.  As we
retreated to my bedroom we shed her clothes.  Lying
on top of my bed was her Eskimo dildo.

	She was shocked to see her secret toy on my
bed.  I explained to her about her Mom and I finding
it, and I told her that I was sure she had been using
it on Amanda last night.  As I was saying that I
picked it up and smelled it, as if to verify where it
had been.

	Of course it smelled of pussy juice, but there
was no way I could tell if it was the smell of Amanda's
or Trish's pussy.

	We spent the afternoon fucking each other's
pussy with the dildo.  It was only hunger that
interrupted the fun.  I called Dorothy and invited her
and Amanda over for dinner.  It was a hilarious meal
as the four of us went about preparing the meal in
the nude.  While preparing the salad the cucumber
found its way into all four pussies before being added
to the salad.  Throughout the meal we were using one
hand to feed each other, because the other hand to
finger-fuck each other's daughter.

	We made love to each other's daughter in front
of each other all week long.  I never would have
thought I was capable of tongue fucking anyone's
asshole, but during that week I found myself sticking
my tongue into all three of their assholes without
being asked.  I did it simply because I found that I
liked the feelings I enjoyed when Dorothy taught us
how to rim assholes with her tongue.

	I found that I enjoyed sex with women and girls
better than males.  It didn't even bother me when my
husband eventually announced that he wanted a
divorce, so that he could marry his secretary.  I had
suspected that he had been cheating with someone
for years.

	I was free to pursue my desire to make love to
as many women and girls as possible.



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