Chapter 1
There was something appealing about the young boy and girl that Marcia Merritt could not put her finger on. The fact that they were very young might have something to do with it, she felt. She had always been attracted to boys and girls of that age.
Marcia never denied herself the pleasure of watching young boys and girls, and had never really felt guilty about it. She accepted her desire to caress them, to stroke those slender, young bodies, to fondle a hard, young cock and even feel a sweet little cunt with hardly any hair on it. As long as her desire remained in her mind only, she was safe, she felt.
But lately, ever since her divorce two years ago, Marcia had been watching the kids more and more. There had even been a time or two when she caught a brief peek under the short skirt of some pretty little girl, saw a pair of tight panties, and came. She had been startled by that, but when she came on another occasion, this time seeing a young boy as old as her own son, Robert, she had come again, stronger than ever. And she had not even touched herself!
She leaned against the back of the bench she was sitting on, letting the warm sun burn against her naked thighs and arms. The shorts and small halter she had on were tight, and her nipples could be seen poking at the fabric. She sat with her thighs parted, and the crotch of her shorts was tight enough to outline the puffy lips of her hairy cunt. Marcia didn't mind; she liked it when someone caught a peek at her, and liked it especially when it was a young boy or girl who looked.
The boy who chased the unusually pretty little girl around the lawn in her back yard was Robert, her son. He was such a good-looking boy, she thought with pleasure. She loved it when he wore those cut-off jeans; she hoped to get a peek at his cock.
The cute, bouncy blonde girl was from the house next door. Dawn Hanson was a few months younger than Robert. Marcia thought she was the cutest, sweetest creature she had ever seen: The lovely girl had coltish thighs that were well-tanned and shapely with her little girl figure. Two tiny tits poked at the front of her blouse, and Marcia could see the sweet nipples. She loved the way Dawn's short skirt swirled about her hips as she ran from Robert, giggling and laughing. Now and then Marcia caught a shivery peek at the tight panties that covered Dawn's tight little ass cheeks.
Marcia was thirty years old, and looked as she had in her teens. She was very beautiful, she knew, and could easily attract any man she wanted. But it wasn't a man Marcia wanted; it was young boys and girls like Robert and Dawn. The sheer innocence of them caught her imagination and made her think of ways to teach them how great fucking and sucking were.
She knew that Dawn's father, Bret, was trying to raise Dawn alone, that he was a widower and only a few years older than she. He was a good provider, she knew, otherwise he would not have been able to live in this particular neighborhood. It was not a wealthy area, but anyone earning less than three thousand a month could not possibly live here. Marcia was fortunate in that she had an income from her late father. She had no need to work, but found it lonely on the days her son was in school.
She watched Robert catch Dawn and wrestle her to the ground. Dawn fell, giggling and kicking, her skirt about her waist. Marcia sucked in a lung full of air as she saw the tight crotch of Dawn's panties. Her own cunt began to throb in a way that was stronger than ever before. She gazed hotly at Dawn's exposed crotch, tingling all over. Her mouth began to water as she recalled an incident from her teen years.
Marcia could remember it almost word-for-word, and often considered that day as a turning point for her sexuality.
She had been alone in the dressing room of the gym, changing her clothing. All the other girls had left. It had been, she remembered, almost four o'clock and the classes had ended an hour earlier. At that time Marcia had been a bit shy about her body, unwilling to show it to the other girls. She had sprouted tits and cunt hair earlier than most of them, and she felt different.
As she finished dressing, going toward the exit, a soft moan caught her attention. She followed the sound and came to the restroom area. She opened the door silently and looked at the row of gleaming sinks along one wall. Opposite the sinks were toilet stalls. She stepped into the restroom and found the mirrors above the sinks were situated so that she could peek into the opened stalls.
One stall, however, was closed. But in the mirror Marcia saw the lower legs of a girl, with dirty sneakers on her feet. A pair of panties had been stretched wide by the girl's legs.
"Ooooo!" the sound came to her, unmistakable now. "Mmmmm! Ahhh!"
Marcia was familiar with the sounds since she made them herself when she caressed her cunt and tits. Her heart beat faster as she slipped along the tile floor quietly. The desire to peek at the girl playing with her cunt was strong in Marcia, and her own pussy was throbbing, becoming extremely wet between her thighs.
Marcia found the door to the stall not quite shut. With a trembling hand, she shoved it open slowly, then stood boldly in the doorway, watching the girl with glowing hot eyes.
"Wha ..." The girl looked up, fear in her eyes.
"Don't stop!" Marcia said. "Please, don't stop! I want to see you do it!"
The girl was a few years younger than Marcia, and she did not remember seeing her around the school. But it was a large school, so that didn't matter. The girl was blonde, she remembered, like Dawn. She had been sitting on the toilet with her skirt around her waist, her panties down and stretched by her spread legs. The girl had a finger deep inside her almost hairless little cunt.
"You'll tell!" the girl said, jerking her wet, glistening finger from her pussy. "You'll tell on me!"
"No I won't," Marcia said in a thick voice. "Look, I'll do it, too."
Marcia lifted her own dress and pulled aside the crotch of her panties. She spread her legs and shoved a finger into her cunt, working it in and out. The blonde girl gazed at her, staring at the finger moving in and out of that hairy cunt. She once more began to fingerfuck herself, no longer frightened.
"I love doing this," Marcia said softly, watching the girl's finger stab back and forth. "I love to fingerfuck myself, don't you?"
"Yes," the girl whispered in an excited, thick voice. "I do it all the time!"
With her finger moving in and out of her cunt, Marcia asked, "Do you let boys do it to you? You know ... fuck you?"
"I'm afraid to," the girl had said. "Some have tried, but I'm afraid right now."
"It's wonderful!" Marcia had told the girl. "I love fucking! I really love to see a boy's cock get nice and hard, and feel it inside my cunt!"
"You really do it?"
"As often as I can," Marcia replied.
Marcia, without actually knowing what she was doing, had dropped to her knees, then sat on her heels, her legs wide. She had placed one hand on the girl's small knee, still fingerfucking herself. Then she had leaned forward and kissed the knee.
The little girl gurgled in pleasure as Marcia's hot, wet lips kissed her thigh, just past the knee.
Marcia peered between the girl's thighs, seeing the pink, puffy cunt lips, and the slight amount of fuzz around them. She felt the wildest desire to kiss that cute cunt. She had never kissed a pussy before, but at that time she wanted to taste this sweet cunt more than anything in the world.
She ran her tongue along the smooth inside surface of one thigh, the blonde girl squealing loudly and with bubbling excitement. "What are you doing?"
"Shhh!" Marcia shushed the girl, running her tongue along the smooth flesh. She nipped at the inner thigh with her hot lips, then licked eagerly at the delicious flesh. She now had her hands on the girl's shaking hips, her fingers digging into the flesh as she worked her tongue and lips higher and higher.
The blonde girl threw her legs wider apart, looking down as Marcia's mouth came tantalizingly close to her wet, hot little cunt. "Are you gonna kiss me ... there? Are you gonna kiss my pussy?"
As an answer, Marcia pressed her burning lips against the twitching cunt, kissing it loudly. Her eyes opened with surprise. She found the taste delicious, and she began to lick at the hairless cunt eagerly, whimpering with passion. Her tongue swirled about the puffy lips, flicking over the rubbery little clitoris that poked in a provocative way from those lips. She tickled the girl's clit, then closed her lips about it, sucking in a sudden frenzy of erotic ecstasy.
"Oooo, that's good!" the girl squealed, writhing her crotch against Marcia's mouth. She scooted her ass to the edge of the toilet seat, grinding into Marcia's face. "I like it ... I really like this! Oooo, lick it some more! Lick my pussy some more! Ohhhh, you'll make me come if you keep kissing me there!"
Marcia slipped her tongue into the steamy tightness of the girl's cunt, lapping hungrily. Her cheeks were becoming smeared with the slippery fluids, and that sent shivers of delight racing up and down her spine. Her own cunt was throbbing, her clit so swollen she could hardly stand the way it pressed against her panties. Marcia whimpered against the girl's cunt as she tonguefucked her, kissing with an open mouth. She sucked the puffy cuntlips and fluttered her tongue furiously on the tingling clit. Then she stabbed her tongue again into the clenching cunt, driving it as deep as she could. She loved the way the hot little pussy closed about her tongue, loved the wiggling ass now in her palms, and the way those smooth, young thighs clung to her head.
"You're gonna make me come!" the blonde girl yelped, twisting violently now, grinding her burning cunt harshly against Marcia's mouth. "I'm gonna come ... ooooo, I'm gonna come!"
Marcia sucked and licked furiously as she felt the cunt tighten about her buried tongue. She loved the way the spasms seemed to pull at her tongue, as if the girl's cunt was sucking on it. Moisture flowed into her mouth and she had to swallow often. The taste of this honey-sweet cunt and those slippery juices sent Marcia into a shuddering climax. She began to come along with the girl.
"Ooooo, more, more!" the blonde girl had urged, holding Marcia's head tightly between her hot thighs. "Lick me some more! Oooohhh, I love this! Kiss me ... lick me!"
When it was over, Marcia sat back on her heels, her face smeared, grinning at the girl.
She never saw the girl again, although she had looked all over the school for her. And she had never had her mouth against another cunt since that time. It had been her first and last cunt feast. But that did not stop her from the growing desire to suck another pussy.
She opened her eyes and looked at her son and Dawn once again. They were lying on the lawn side by side, whispering. Now and then Marcia heard them giggle, and the slight writhings of their asses was not missed by her. She wondered if Robert and Dawn were screwing, and thought it would be nice if they were.
Marcia stared at the way Dawn's little ass swelled underneath her skirt, at the tanned thighs. She could almost see under the dress. It made her wonder if Dawn's cunt would have a sweet, honey taste too. Dawn was such a sweet, lovely little blonde, bouncy and happy, that her pussy just had to be the sweetest one around.
She turned her attention to her son. She could see the bottom swell of his ass cheeks past the frayed legs of his cut-offs. It sent a tingle of delight through her. She did not make any attempt to deny her desire for her son, knowing she could not deny it anyway. She took pleasure in thinking of him, of his cock, hard and dripping, sliding in and out of her hairy cunt.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway next door came to them, and Dawn jumped to her feet. "I guess I better go, Robert. That sounds like Daddy's car."
Robert had a disappointed expression on his face as he turned onto his side to watch Dawn go. Marcia noticed right away that there was a nice bulge in the front of his cut-offs.
"Bye, Mrs. Merritt," Dawn said in her little girl voice.
"Good-bye, Dawn," Marcia replied, smiling at the girl. "See you tomorrow."
She watched the little girl run off, her skirt flying about her thighs. Then she turned her attention back to her son.
"Are you about ready for dinner, Robert?" she asked him.
"I guess so, Mom."
Marcia got to her feet and started into the house. As she stepped through the sliding patio doors, she looked over her shoulder and found her son gazing at her. A shiver went through her. On a sudden impulse, she wiggled her tightly clad ass at him. She saw his eyes pop open with surprise just before she disappeared.