Date: Sun, 2 Aug 2015 23:54:55 +0000 (UTC) From: Jan None 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 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 it to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them on your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2015 Jan, All rights reserved Please mail to janmay696@yahoo.com if you have any suggestions for future stories. 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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