Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 23:54:55 +0000 (UTC)
From: Jan None <janmay696@yahoo.com>
Subject: Horny Girl Next Door (lesbian/Adult Youth, oral, anal g/F)

Warning:

Adult Youth, oral, anal g/F

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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           Horny Girl Next Door
                    By
                   Jan

      I thought I was a happily married middle aged
mother of two boys that were out of the nest going
to college, until the house next door was sold to a
family with a precocious teen aged daughter, named
Kathy.

      My husband and I bought the house in a nice
residential community more than 25 years ago.  Our
children grew up on a block with a lot of children
their ages.  Like most good neighborhoods there
tends to be a turnover of homes close to every
twenty years or so.  The children my boys grew up
with had grown up, and as they left home, their
parents sold their homes to move to rural
communities where the pace is slower.

      The new neighbors were the second family with
younger children to buy into the block.  I realized
that soon there would be the sounds of children
playing ball in the street.  For me it was a
reformation of the cycle of life.

      Kathy was very friendly.  She went out of her way
to befriend me. I liked her, and was attracted to her,
because she was an attractive girl.

      I don't know why she was attracted to me.  I have
no false illusions about myself.  I was a fairly
attractive blonde woman in my youth, but two boys,
twenty plus years and the struggle to make our
financial house afloat added at least 25 pounds to my
5' 6" frame.  I can say that the boys increased my
breasts from a 36-C to a 38-DD.  The only time I
pampered myself to having my hair styled, and
splurged for a new dress was when I had to
accompany my husband to a business function.

      Kathy told me that she was 14-years-old.  She
was a dark haired beauty, about 5' 2" all of 100
pounds.  I figured that her measurements were no
more than 34-B, 19, 36 inches.  Her blue eyes were
captivating.  She was being enrolled as a freshman at
the local high school.  She was planning on competing
to become a cheerleader for the school.  She was
certainly pretty enough to make the team.  Seeing
her made me think about my own sex life.

      At our age my husband and I probably had sex
once a month or less.  I didn't miss the days when he
wanted sex several time a week.  Like most men as
soon as he had an orgasm he wanted to rollover and
go to sleep.  That would leave me frustrated.  I was
left to satisfy myself digitally.  I liked Kathy's fresh
and open outlook on life.

      Kathy would come over almost daily to help me
clean house, so that she could talk to me.  Her reason
for wanting to visit with me was because her two
younger brothers always drove her crazy.  They were
twins that were only five years old.

      I knew their house as well as my own.  They had
been built after World War II, during the baby
boom.  They were three bedroom homes on two
floors, and had the same floor plan, only they were
mirrored floor plans of each other.  My master
bedroom faced the master bedroom of theirs.  I
knew her mother's routine as well as my own.
Mondays were the days we normal did the laundry.

      One Monday, while Kathy was helping me strip the
bedding to wash the sheets, along with the week's
soiled clothes Kathy asked me all kinds of very
personal questions about my sex life.  I attributed
her questions to her being an inquisitive young girl, so
I didn't get upset when she would ask too personal of
a question, but her questions started to get a little
too personal.  She wanted to know how often my
husband made love to me.  I avoided responding to
that question, of course.  She wanted to know how
many boyfriends I had before I married my husband.
I simply told her that I dated a few men before I
met my husband.

      Another day, while we were sorting my delicate
items for the wash, she asked me if I had ever dated
other girls.  The way she asked the question, I knew
she wanted to know if I had ever had sex with other
girls.  I told her that when I was her age I had a few
girlfriends, deliberately avoiding her unasked
question.  She pressed the subject, by asking, "Did
you ever have sex with them?"

      I paused before answering her question.  I
suspected that she had experimented with her
girlfriends at her previous home.  Her family had just
moved to a new community, and not having started
school yet, she hadn't met girls her own age yet.  I
told her that it was common for young girls to learn
about sex from their girlfriends.  I told her most
girls learn to kiss other girls first, and even explore
each other's bodies to learn if the changes in their
bodies were the same as their friends.

      Kathy continued to press the subject, "Did you
like kissing girls?"

      I probably blushed, "It was fun at the time."

      "Did you kiss their pussies too?"

      I told her, "That is the kind of question you
should never ask of another person.  It is a little too
personal.  It would be rude to ask something like
that!"

      Kathy looked disappointed, "I want to know if you
did, because I had girlfriends where we used to live
that I liked to make love to!"

      "I understand, but you shouldn't go around telling
people about your sex life.  A lot of people wouldn't
understand."

      She went on to tell me about her girlfriends.
Apparently one of them was a few years older, and
the leader of their little group of horny girls.  Kathy
told me that the girl deliberately didn't shave her
underarms or her pussy.  Most of them shaved their
underarms though.  The youngest one was still too
young to have any pubic hair on her pussy.

      It disturbed me, listening to her description of
her playmates, because it turned me on.

      She picked up a pair of my panties, and smelled
the crotch.  She told me that my panties smelled very
much like her girlfriends.  That revelation was also
disturbing, because she smelled the crotch of my
soiled panties, and was comparing the smell of my
pussy to her girlfriend's pussies.

      I snatched my panties away from her, and tossed
them on the pile with the other delicate items to be
washed.  I said, "I don't think we should be discussing
these sorts of things!"

      Kathy was obviously disappointed, but she didn't
pursue the subject any further.  We finished the
wash, sorted, folded it and put everything away.  It
was time to take a break, and enjoy my second cup of
coffee.  I invited Kathy to join me.

      I offered her a soft drink or tea if she didn't
want coffee.  She preferred coffee.  I watched her
sweeten her coffee with a lot of artificial sweetener
and flavored artificial creamer.  By the time she got
through doctoring her coffee I was sure that it
didn't taste much like coffee.  Kathy stared asking
personal questions again.

      She wanted to know when I went through
puberty.  I thought about it, and remembered that I
developed early.  I told her that I was barely 10-
years-old when I developed breasts and woke up to
find that I had spotted my nightgown.  I had settled
down to a 28 day cycle, and sprouted pubic hair
before I turned 11.  I admitted that my breasts were
swollen and panful to the touch.  That led to her
asking if I was horny then.

      I figured she was asking these questions because
her hormones were running rampant, so I felt
obligated to answer the question.  I had been
reluctant to ask my mother sexual questions back
then, so I figured that Kathy was reluctant to ask
her mother about such things too.

      "I was going through a period at that time when I
was so horny that I masturbated several times a day.
I knew some girls in my school that were fucking
guys, and they soon had the reputation of being
whores, so most of my friends wouldn't allow guys to
touch their pussies."

      I smiled at the memories, and added, "In those
days my breasts were painful.  I squeezed them at
night in bed, and I even digitally masturbated too.  I
even got horny enough to find ways to masturbate at
school.  I would stand at the corner of a desk and
press my pussy against the wooden desks, or place
the edge of school books against my crotch, and
press them against my pussy.  I even had orgasms
sometimes doing that."

      Kathy smiled knowingly, because it was obvious
she probably was doing the same sort of things.

      While we were talking she placed her warm
coffee mug on the lap of her very short skirt that
was made to look like old worn blue jeans, and pressed
it against her crotch.  I felt like I should stop her,
but understood what she was feeling.  I remembered
how much my hormones controlled my emotions in
those days.

      While she used her left hand to press the cup
against her crotch, she placed her right hand on my
thigh.  I felt an immediate bodily response.  I took
hold of her wrist to prevent her from reaching my
crotch.  She placed her cup on the table, and turned
her body towards me.

      She pleaded, "I want to kiss you!"

      I said, "That wouldn't be appropriate."

      She put her arm around my shoulders and leaned
close, and kissed me on the mouth.  Her hair smelled
of strawberry shampoo.  Her mouth tasted like
creamy hazelnut coffee.

      I knew I shouldn't allow her to seduce me, but
what the hell, it did feel good.  I opened my mouth
and sucked on her tongue, when she stuck it into my
mouth.  I no more than returned her kiss, than she
placed her hand on my right tit.

      Kathy wasn't content to feel just my tits.  She
stuck her hand inside my dress, and into the bra cup
holding my left tit.  She struggled to pull my tit out
into the open.  There came a point where I had to
unbutton the front of my dress.  She was fascinated
with my tits.

      While I was pregnant with my first boy my tits
not only got much larger, my areolas got very large
and much darker.  They were as big around as the
opening of an eight ounce drinking glass, and were
almost the color of chocolate.  The nipples were a lot
bigger too.  Kathy started sucking on my tit.  It felt
as good as when my baby boys were sucking on my
tits.  There sucking had made my nipples tougher,
because babies tend to bite.  I surrendered to my
basest desires.

      As soon as Kathy knew she was in control, she led
me back up the stairs to my bedroom.  The bedding
was on at the foot of bed on the floor, because I was
planning on washing my linen.  I didn't resist when
Kathy pushed me backwards on to the bed.  The
morning air coming through the window overlooking
the back yard made the room feel cool, as Kathy
started undressing me.  It was strange to be seduced
by a girl young enough to be my daughter.

      She stripped me completely in short order.  She
admired my tits, and told me that none of her old
girlfriends had tits anywhere near as large as mine.
She massaged them, and sucked on them, like she was
trying to get milk out of them.  I couldn't resist
stroking her silken hair while she sucked on my tits.
She was starting to run her hand down to my cunt.

      I always shave my legs, underarms and pussy while
in the tub, and I had bathed last night, so when Kathy
stroked my cunt there was no trace of my dirty-
blonde pubic hair on my pussy.  She went down on me
and licked the insides of my thighs before she
started licking my pussy.  She even commented that
my pussy looked almost like a 10-year-old's pussy.

      I doubted that any 10-year-old had inner labia
dangling past their labia major.  In my sexual arousal,
my clit was also protruding.  It reminded her of a
little penis.  It looked so fucking sexy to see the face
of this angelic looking girl down there with her face
buried up to her nose in my pussy.  She was sucking on
my clit, like it was a nipple on my tits.  I was making
all kinds of noises, and extoling her to suck harder.
When I went into an orgasm, I started bucking my
hips off of the bed, so hard that Kathy couldn't keep
contact with my cunt, and she bumped her nose
against my pubic bone hard enough to get a bloody
nose.  I felt guilty about causing her nose to bleed,
and helped her stop the flow.

      When I recovered I simply said, "I guess the only
thing left to do is fuck you!"

      She jumped off the bed, and started to remove
her clothes.  She had on an old faded black T-shirt
with a silk screened image of her favorite female
country-western singer on it.  When she pulled it up
and over her head, I was impressed with her youthful
breasts.  The only way I can describe them is to
compare them to hand sized half of a grapefruit.
They didn't sag at all, and the nipples stood out
proudly in front of her body.  I remembered when my
tits looked like that.  The interesting thing was her
underarms were not shaved at all.  When she lowered
her arms there were visible dark hairs protruding
from under her arms between her arm and breasts.

      I had to comment, "Before you try out for the
cheerleading squad you better shave all pubic hair
off, because they won't select you if they see any
pubic hair sticking out from under any part of your
costume!"

      Kathy chuckled, "Before we moved a group of us
wanted to see what it was like to let our pubic hair
grow.  I will be removing most of it before school
starts.  I want to leave little trail to my cunt.  I will
call it a trail to paradise."

      We both chucked at the reference.

      As I said before, she was wearing a short skirt
made of old stone washed blue denim, made to look
like jeans.  When she unbuttoned the top she had to
struggle to pull the skirt down over her hips.  Doing
so revealed that she had on hip hugger panties that
rowed low on her hips.  They were definitely not the
kind of panties that would pass high school inspection
during physical education.

      The panties were so thin that her dark patch of
pubic hair was visible through them.  There were also
pubic hairs protruding out from under the leg of her
panties, and the top of the panties were so low that a
strip of pubic hair showed over the top.  When she
rolled them down her hips and legs they were no more
than a little ball of material in her hand by the time
she cleared her feet.

      I was impressed with the amount of dark brown
pubic hair she had on her crotch.  It was so thick
that I could hardly see her pussy crack.

      She mounted the bed again, and before I could do
anything she sat on my face.  I lay there allowing her
to rub her cunt against my face from chin to
forehead.  It had been many years since I last time I
ate a pussy, but it was so familiar that I had no
problem with it.  It didn't require much, because she
was virtually grinding her cunt against my nose.  I
stuck out my tongue.  That added to the stimulation
of her clitoris, and I got to taste her cunt and
asshole when they passed over my mouth.  When she
had her first orgasm, she almost smothered me.
Afterwards she collapsed next to me.

      We lay there clinging to each other while she
recovered.  When I kissed her she tasted her own
pussy juice, drying all over my face.  Now it was my
turn to take charge and please her.  When I laid on
top of her, I whispered in her ear, "you are truly a
sweet tasting young girl!"

      I licked her face, neck, chest before I sucked on
her tits.  I smelled and licked her pits too.  That was
not normal for me, but the smell of her sweaty
underarms was very erotic to me.

      Eventually I got around to eating her pussy.  I
struggled with that thick mat of hair.  There were
times hairs got caught between my teeth, and of
course there were hairs that either broke off or
were pulled out that were impossible to swallow or
cough up.  I had to stick a finger into her vagina to
feel her cervix, while I sucked on her clit until she
had an orgasm.  To prove to her that no part of her
was off limits, I turned her over and pulled her to
her knees, so that I could tongue fuck her asshole.

      Kathy couldn't get enough sex, so I showed her
how to lace legs so that we could rub our pussies
against each other's until we both had orgasms.

      When her starting date for school approached,
she came over for me to shave her.  I use my
husband's hair trimmer to cut her pubic hair short
enough to make shaving her easier.  When all of her
pubic hair was no more than an eighth of an inch long,
I applied lather to her armpits and her vulva, and
used a safety razor to shave her close.  Per her
request I left narrow strip forming a line to the
opening of her pussy.

      The day the school announced the new
cheerleading team, Kathy came running home and
burst into my house to announce that she had been
selected.

      She had also predicted that she would have
several girlfriends within month, and within three
months she would tell me which school faculty
members were lesbians.

      I asked her where she was going to find her
girlfriends.  She told me that she would seduce at
least one of her fellow cheerleaders, and probably all
of them.  She would find other's from the sports
teams; baseball, basketball, soccer, swim team, and
the band auxiliary.  I had no doubt that she would do
as she predicted.

      True to her word she brought home a very pretty
redheaded cheerleader and introduced her to me, and
to prove that she was her lover, she kissed her on the
mouth and placed her hand under the short skirt and
pulled aside her panties as she shoved a finger into
the girl's pussy.  We went upstairs and had a grand
old time in a three way orgy.

      About two months into the school year she
brought home the school librarian and the assistant
librarian.  She was an older woman with gray hair, and
her assistant was blonde with long hair, about thirty
years old.  The four of us traded partners, so that we
could enjoy the favors of each other.

      The librarian told me which teachers at the high
school were lesbians.  I had expected they would be
physical education teachers, but it was only the
basketball teacher that was gay.  One of the art
teachers was gay, and the auxiliary drill team leader
was a lesbian.  One of the student councilors was a
dyed in the wool dyke.

      By spring time Kathy was inviting me to a party.
That included all of the teachers mentioned above
along with some of the best athletes and most
popular girls in the school.  The biggest shock was to
find that Kathy's mother attended the party, and was
hot to sample all of the pussies at the party.

      While Kathy's mother was feeling me up, she told
me that she had watched Kathy fucking me through
the bedroom windows several times.  She assured me
that she had masturbated many time watching Kathy
having sex with her girlfriends.

      Kathy had delivered on everything she had
promised to do her first year at school.

      Her mother and I became morning coffee lovers
when Kathy went to school.  Our housework suffered
as a result.  We solved that problem by hiring a
housecleaner to keep our homes clean, but we were
soon having three-ways with her too.



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