Date: Sun, 30 Sep 2007 04:21:41 -0400 From: J W Subject: Melanie's Obsession 4 For anyone who has read some my other stories you may notice that I paved the way for a meeting of teenagers from a couple other story lines that I've written; namely Annie from `School Nurses Delight' and Amanda from `Soccer Practice'. I'm not sure whether I should write the next chapter of Melanie's story as part of her series or connect it to one of the others so if you have any opinions let me know. It's not written yet [not even in my head] so it may tell me where it belongs once it's done. Sticky reading. JW Melanie knew it wasn't fair to make missus Ward wait. Her forty year old neighbor had held up her end of the bargain flawlessly after all. She'd seduced the fifteen year old's mother exactly as she'd been told. Melanie was amazed at how well her plan had worked. In the days following the mini pool party she'd found her mother to be more relaxed than she'd been in years. `All she needed was a good fucking to relieve all that pent up stress' the girl concluded `I knew it'. Unfortunately for her expectant neighbor the teenager's monthly visitor showed up on the Sunday after their visit to the pool. Tuesday was the first day of school so it wasn't like she was being cruel she really hadn't been able to fulfill her part yet. The first few days of school had gone better than expected. She'd met two girls in her home room that she really liked. She felt sure that Annie and Amanda would become good friends before long. Melanie lay on her bed reading her notes from the day's classes when her mother peeked around the door. "How was your day sweetheart?" "Good mom; how about yours?" "Mine was fantastic!" her mother replied enthusiastically "The customer absolutely loved our draft for the Christmas campaign. Most of my work is done on this one. It's such a relief." "That's great! I knew you'd knock `em dead." "I ran into missus Ward out front and she invited me over for a drink. Do you mind? It'll make dinner a little late." "No mom, I'm fine. You deserve a chance to celibate." "I won't be too long." Her mother assured her as she disappeared around the half open door. `A drink eh? I wonder what else missus Ward might have in mind.' Melanie considered. She felt the familiar twinge between her legs recalling the torrid sex her mother and missus Ward had engaged in last Saturday. `I wonder if there's an encore on our sexy neighbor's mind.' The girl on the bed lifted her skirt and gave her bald pubes a couple of sharp taps through the pink cotton panties. Each tap sent a thrill through her whole body making her shudder. `I wanna see this' she resolved. Hearing the front door close the teenager scurried down stairs and out the back door. Once through the gap in the fence separating the two properties she stayed close to the wooden patrician and crouched low. Her familiarity with the Ward household came in very handy. She knew that there was no window that had a clear view of that part of the yard. Couching even lower as she approached the side of the house, she peeked over the window ledge into their neighbor's family room. It was where the patio doors that lead to the pool deck were located. Melanie was quite sure this is where the women would be having their drinks. Only her mother was in view, sitting on the brown leather sofa in her grey silk blouse and black knee length skirt. The sofa faced the patio doors, ninety degrees from the window the teenager was spying through. Darlene Ward entered the room carrying a tray and wearing a simple green cotton dress with some sort of a print on it. The dress fit quite loosely but tented out over the thrust of her boobs and her butt. She bent to put the tray on the coffee table and the neck of the dress fell away. Melanie was close enough to see down her neighbor's dress and view most of the large braless tits hanging from her chest. The teenager felt her nipples tingle and rise recalling how she had played with those fleshy mounds not that long ago. Rubbing her tits through her white cotton blouse and nylon bra did little to ease the pressure that was building up. Missus Ward was handing her mother a martini glass filled with a greenish mixture. Sheila Morgan took a very careful sip of the Margarita and was pleasantly surprised by how smoothly it went down. She even pulled a little of the salt off the rim of the glass like a veteran. Her host picked up her own cocktail and seated herself in the chair to the left of the sofa. Melanie's mother felt awkward and nervous encountering her neighbor in front of their houses when she'd arrived home from work. The intimacy they'd shared less than a week ago left their relationship in a kind of undefined state; at least in Sheila's mind. Darlene had handled the first `morning after' contact so casually that it left Melanie's mom quite off balance. `She behaves as if nothing unusual happened' the girl's mother observed. When her neighbor invited her for a drink her first reaction was to decline. I mean how could she? It was then that she realized she could not avoid contact with missus Ward. Maybe it was just as well to stick your head right in the lion's mouth, or jump right into the spider's web rather than skirt around the outside in lingering apprehension. So she accepted. Darlene knew she had to tread carefully. Her playmate had succumbed to raging horniness on Saturday but that was no guarantee that she would be willing to do so again. The women exchanged small talk while they sipped. Sheila felt the effects of the alcohol differently than she had at their little pool party. Instead of the relaxed almost sleepy feeling she felt energized and uninhibited. Her success at work was cause for celebration but she really didn't have anyone to celebrate with. `I'm liking this feeling too much' she thought as she took another drink. The small talk as always included the weather. "It sure was hot in that shed on Saturday." Darlene remarked. Sheila almost choked on her mouth full of Tequila and lime. At the mere mention of their encounter. Melanie's mother felt the blush rising up from her neck. She sat on the couch holding her drink in her lap nervously looking down at it. `How could she throw that out so casually?' "And I don't mean just the air temperature" her host continued. Darlene was carefully gauging her guest's reaction. When she saw the blush and the down cast eyes she wasn't at all surprised. "There's nothing to be ashamed of sweetie" her host comforted. "It's not like we did anything wrong. We all get hungry and thirsty. The need for sexual fulfillment is no different, it's only human." Sheila continued to stare at her glass as if some answer could be found there. Her mind had begun to play a highlight reel from their session in the pool shed. Up until that moment anytime her mind strayed in that direction she fought it off. Melanie's mother could now feel the beginnings of sexual arousal. `Stop it!' She commanded but it did no good. She blamed it on the alcohol again. The slightly euphoric feeling would not go away in spite of her conscience nagging how wrong this all was. Tears were forming in her eyes as her two minds did battle. "Listen darling it's not like you're cheating on your husband or being unfaithful. It wasn't romance it was just sex." Darlene counseled her in a soft pleading voice. "If you were seeing another man then there would always be the possibility that you'd interfere with your marriage. There would inevitably be a romantic connection that would possibly affect your loving relationship." Sheila's moral compass was on spin cycle. What her host said made sense; or did she just want it to make sense? She was very sure that no man had ever given her the pleasure and satisfaction she had experienced on Saturday in the shed. Her most powerful orgasm up to that time had come at the hands (and mouth) of another female. Sheila had always thought the reason nothing ever compared to the climax she'd experienced with Clarisse was because it had been her very first. `Your first is always going to be special.' Anyway sex with a man was different, you couldn't compare the two. That's what her upbringing told her and sex with a woman, even if it was so much more fulfilling, was wrong. The lecture on morals was not doing anything to stop the heat that was building between her legs. Her mind wrestled with the problem but the images of Darlene's and Clarisse's naked bodies continued to shimmer. She took another long swallow of her drink. `That's right booze will solve the dilemma' she gave herself another mental slap, but at the same time she felt the tension in her neck beginning to ease and her anxiety diminish. A tear released and made a large wet spot on her silk blouse. In the depth of her introspection Sheila did not notice Darlene move to the couch beside her. She became aware of her host's presence when she felt the weight of Darlene's breast on her shoulder and the tantalizing sensation of the woman's breath on her ear. "Sweetie please don't torture yourself." The soft lips on her ear caused her to shiver. When Darlene's tongue and lips captured the next tear before it could separate from her cheek, the cause was lost; or won depending on whose side you were on. She turned and took her host's lips between her own and sucked them before sending out a darting tongue to explore the inner recesses of her lover's mouth. Darlene felt her spirit soar as she took charge of the passionate kiss and wrapped her lips on the outside. Their tongues swirled around each other probing and caressing the soft saliva flooded tissues. Someone else's spirit was soaring. Melanie felt her well lubricated pussy throb when the women's mouths engaged. She pitched forward from her crouch to her knees on the soft damp soil of the flower garden. Flipping her short skirt out of the way she grabbed her mons through the thin cotton of her underpants and felt the wet heat in her palm. Darlene's hand went up the front of the grey silk blouse intending to cup one of the firm boobs but her hands collided with her lover's. Sheila's fingers were busily working the silk covered buttons loose. Choosing a different tack she was able to capture her target but was disappointed at the poor contact through the padded bra. Redirecting once again she slipped her hand inside the cup and felt the firm tip graze across her fingers before the whole gland settled in her palm. Melanie's mom sighed directly into her lover's mouth at the pressure of Darlene's palm on her agitated nipple. Gently squeezing the pliable flesh she could feel her own breasts demanding attention. Her free hand answered the call. Grasping and squeezing the large hanging tit Darlene's tactile sense couldn't help recognizing the contrast. She could feel her partner's jerky movements but she was so absorbed in the breast comparison that she ignored them until Sheila broke their kiss with a sloppy smacking sound and stood up. `Oh Jesus don't tell me she's gonna get cold feet now!' Darlene feared. She needn't have. There was absolutely nothing on or in Sheila's body that was cold, though she would not have been able to describe how her feet felt at that moment. The struggling Darlene had felt were her partner's efforts to get her hands behind her to release the hooks holding the padded bra in place. Now that she was standing she shucked her silk blouse and bra and tossed them over the back of the sofa. Naked from the waist up, she hiked up the black skirt and pulled her pantyhose and panties down to her knees as a unit. The woman seated on the couch still toying with her erect nipple was treated to a brief view of the sparsely haired neat slit between her legs before the skirt fell back into place. Darlene reached for the fasteners of the skirt but Sheila pushed her hands away. She was very familiar with the multiple buttons and hooks that held it in place and had no time for on the job training. Darlene was acutely motivated to move the project forward, so she grabbed the panty - pantyhose combination that was wrapped around her partner's knees and pulled them the rest of the way down until she reached the slender ankles. The skirt landed on top of her wrists. Sheila tried to lift her foot to enable her host to complete the removal of her undergarments but it was impossible. Her feet were too closely tied together by the stockings. The attempt caused her to loose her balance and fall. She executed an amazingly smooth ninety degree turn in mid air and deposited her naked posterior on the leather chair adjacent to the couch. There was the sound of a slap; skin striking leather drowned out by the whoosh of air being forced out of the seat cushion. Following the fortunate landing Sheila's feet went almost straight up in the air. Darlene still had a firm grip on her guest's underwear so the tumbling movement accomplished the objective of their removal. Darlene rose to stand over her naked guest who was half sitting half lying on the easy chair. Legs still in the air Sheila wantonly parted her thighs opening her neat slit just slightly. The standing woman gripped her dress cross armed at the hips and stripped it over her head revealing her totally naked body. `Underwear is so unnecessary around the house' was Darlene's motto. Each woman feasted their eyes on the other's charms; so did Melanie. The teenager, glued to the window sill, stroked rapidly on her juice soaked panty crotch. She wished she could take the performance off mute, but having no way to access the sound track she had to be content listening to her own soft moans as her arousal built. Inside there actually wasn't much to hear except two sets of very ragged breathing. Darlene brought one of her guest's small dangling feet to her mouth and began sucking her toes. Sheila let out a little yelp at the warm wet sensation of the soft mouth. No one had ever given her this treatment before and it felt so sensual. The standing woman released her right foot and proceeded to administer the same treatment to her left, at the same time using the saliva dampened toes to caress her very large and very firm bulging nipple. Sheila had never though of her feet as an erogenous zone but she was reconsidering. After the foot bath Darlene lowered herself to her knees and gazed at the hot wet crease so perfectly positioned on the edge of the easy chair. Sheila felt Darlene's hot breath on her sparsely haired pussy but because of the smeared juices, to her, it felt cool. "Oh my God, Oh pleeease!" the reclining woman wailed as her kneeling companion used her fingers to gently pull the plump labia majora apart to reveal the deep pink inner recesses. Everything was coated in the milky ooze that continued to flow out of the pulsating vagina. Darlene inhaled the sweet musk as she continued to study her partner's leaky womanhood. The pea sized bump at the top of the open gash seemed to have a collar around it. Darlene correctly assumed that it was the protective hood that normally covered the hypersensitive organ. She considered herself something of a connoisseur of female genitalia but she had never seen a clit that projected out of its hood looking like a tiny uncircumcised penis with the foreskin retracted. It was round and red and even had a cleft at the bottom making it look even more like the miniaturized head of a cock. The review lasted only seconds but to Sheila it felt like hours. Unable to stand the pulsating pressure anymore she grabbed her host by the hair and pulled the kneeling woman's face toward her raging need. Melanie was very disappointed with the view. All she could see now was Darlene's back; her neighbor's body positioned between her mother's upraised splayed thighs. Rising from her knees with mud clinging to her lower legs she scooted around the corner of the house to the open patio door. Here she was exposed, plainly visible, if either of the adults had taken the time to look. The teenager arrived just in time to see missus Ward's face disappear between her mother's legs; their neighbor's head being steered by the hands that were entangled in her short auburn hair. Darlene's arms circled around her lover's thighs and captured the firm roundness of the prone woman's boobs as she applied her lips to the cute little dick head she had been admiring. Sheila screamed when her ultimate pleasure spot, cooled by the exposure to the air, encountered the white hot mouth. The dramatic temperature change was immediately followed by licking and sucking on the firm nub. Bathed in a tremendous wave of heat she tried to hold on to the euphoric sensation but there was no holding back the climactic explosion. Darlene felt her partner's muscles tense and braced for the upward thrust. She opened her mouth while keeping her tongue swirling around the source of Sheila's joy. The first spurt almost filled her mouth so she had to stop the clitoral massage to swallow. The second and third ejaculations were smaller and she was able to retain them and still keep stimulating the somewhat deflated love button. Sheila ascended through the ceiling and continued on up to heaven. Like a rainbow after a fierce thunderstorm the awesome contentment enveloped her. Her body went limp almost numb as the nerve endings shut down from overload. Missus Ward twisted around and sat on the floor with her back up against the sofa; pussy juice and cum dripping off her chin. "Wow you did a really good job!" Melanie complimented looking down at her semi comatose naked mother. Darlene was startled to look up and see the teenager standing over her. For a moment she thought she was dreaming. Her erogenous zones were all screaming at once for attention and there didn't seem to be any brain capacity left to understand what was happening. "You've definitely earned your reward." The girl crawled onto the couch behind the seated woman and reached over her shoulders to lift and squeeze her neighbor's aching breasts. The small hands were dwarfed by the mature melons. When the girl grabbed and squeezed their erect peaks Darlene felt the flood gates between her legs burst open. What happened next was a bit of a blur. Somehow the girl climbed over her head and descended upside down between her thighs. Melanie was standing on her head between her legs and licking her burning crotch. The girl's velvet smooth inner thighs pressed against the seated woman's cheeks while the cotton dress hung over her face like a veil. With a quick tug gravity caused the dress to fall away presenting the panty clad bald vulva to the seated woman's nose. The saturated cotton exuded the sweet scent of teenaged pussy. Darlene was very disappointed that it was too close to get a good look. Though she would later be impressed with the youthful athleticism of the maneuver the position was far too awkward to be effective. Darlene toppled sideways until she was lying on her right side. With the improved mobility Melanie buried her face in her host's sloppy snatch. Darlene could feel the critical moment rising. She grasped the crotch of the girl's panty and pulled it aside. The view of the fresh pink slit bubbling juices momentarily distracted her from the impending explosion in her loins. Holding the panty crotch with her fingers she used her thumbs to separate the slippery labia and peer into the unexplored depths. The aroma, the sensations the girl's mouth were creating between her legs and the beautiful sight of the virginal quim suddenly became too much. She dove into the pussy with the ferocity born from holding back her own surging orgasm. As soon as her tongue tasted the hot depths of the tight channel her body began to jerk and spasm. She wrapped her arms around the tiny hips and screamed into the girl's cunt as her climax rocked her. Darlene was aware that Melanie's hips were humping back and forth in her embrace and that the teenager was similarly hollering up inside her. They continued their spasmodic horizontal dance for what seemed like a very long time before collapsing onto their backs heaving and panting. Sheila's head was spinning and her mind was cloudy but she knew she was hearing something. The naked woman in the easy chair managed to raise her head enough to see the two women on the floor in the classic sixty nine position. When she realized who Darlene's new partner was she fainted. A few moments later Melanie got unsteadily to her feet. Looking at the two naked adults for just a second she darted out the patio door. She was passing through the gap in the fence about the same time Darlene's eyes opened. `Was that a dream?' she wondered. Then she allowed the sweet afterglow to carry her away.