Kaitlyn, Part Two

by Single Mom

At seven am sharp, Morgan Jennings appeared at my door with 9 year old Kaitlyn in hand. I took the bag of Kaitlyn's things from Morgan and asked her if she had time for a cup of coffee.

"They don't pay me enough to worry about being late. I'd love to have a cup of coffee with you," she said.

Kaitlyn, who was still in her pajamas, sat on the sofa playing with her Barbies, (The Barbies were naked.) while Morgan and I retired to the kitchen for coffee.

Morgan steered the conversation around to my love life. She asked. "Anyone special in your life yet?"

"I'm taking a break from marital bliss," I told her. "I need time to think about what I really want in life."

"If you find out, let me know. Maybe I could use some of it myself.

"At the moment, I'm just happy to have friends like you and Kaitlyn," I said, trying to back away from the subject.

"Listen, Lisa, we should spend more time together since we're neighbors and in somewhat the same situation."

Was it my imagination, or was that a come on? I would have been flattered if it weren't for Kaitlyn, but I'm sure that if anything were to happen between Morgan and I, that would be the end of my new relationship with Kaitlyn.

"That would be nice, Morgan. I would like that very much, and I suppose we'll be seeing a lot more of each other now that I'm watching Kaitlyn.

"I hope so," she said, getting up from the table and hugging me just a little too intimately for just friends. "I can't tell you how much I look forward to that, Lisa," she added as she kissed Kaitlyn good bye and left for work.

"My mom likes you," Kaitlyn said after Morgan had left for work.

"I like her too, honey."

And then she knocked me for a loop when she said, "Are you guys gonna fuck?"

"Well . . . uh . . . honey, would it bother you if we did?" I stammered.

"Nope, 'cause I love you both, and you guys could fuck each other and me. Not at the same time maybe, but . . ."

"Have you ever had sex with your mother?" I asked, because I always assumed that she hadn't.

"Uh-uh, I wanted too, but Beth wouldn't let me ask. I love my mom, and I used to get so excited listening' to her and Beth in bed at night. Sometimes Mom would beg Beth to fuck her, and I would stand outside their bedroom door and rub my pussy till it was sore."

I assumed that a lot of what she knew about lesbian sex and sex in general, she learned through her mom's bedroom door and her bedroom wall. Ten-year-old girls don't normally use words like cunt, fuck, and suck, and I wondered if I had bitten off more than I could chew. It seems that I had a precocious ten-year-old girl who knew more about lesbian sex than I did?

When I returned from seeing her mother to the door, Kaitlyn had taken off her PJ's and was standing naked in front of the sofa. Her right hand was resting seductively on her cocked right hip. I didn't think I would ever tire of seeing this little angel's tiny breasts and that tiny slit at the V of her legs. "And just what is it that you want' young lady?" I asked.

Kaitlyn giggled. "You know, don't you."

"You want me to lick your pussy some more?"

"Uh-Uh. I wanna lick yours like you did mine."

I suggested that we find something new and different to do, since I wasn't sure she knew what to do if she tried to eat me out. I took off my robe and left it on the living room floor next to her PJ's. I picked her up and held her naked body close to mine, and began to shower her cheeks, chin and neck with kisses while I placed one hand on her buttocks and slipped a finger between her ass cheeks and found her tiny asshole with the tip of my finger. She squirmed and threw her arms around my neck and drove her tongue into my mouth as far as it would go.

"What do you want?" I asked when I cough my breath.

She squirmed in my arms and pushed her asshole down against my finger. "That," she said.

"Oh honey, that will hurt," I warned.

"I don't care, I want you to do it!"

I carried her into the bedroom while she held me tighter than she had to. I placed her on the bed, on her back, and shoved two pillows under her butt. I used my tongue to trace the edges of her labia, kiss and lick and suck her clitoris, and slipped my tongue into her vagina, causing her lubricating juices to run down and lubricate her asshole. I used my thumbs to part her ass cheeks as far as I could, and gave her pink rosebud a tongue bath, She began to twist and thrust her hips in anticipation of what was coming.

"Easy, sweetheart," I said as I placed the tip of my finger against her sphincter muscle. I looked up between her legs and saw her wide, glazed eyes staring back at me. I felt her legs trembling, and her hips move almost imperceptibly as I pushed just the tip of my finger past her sphincter muscle.

The many erotic nerve endings located inside the anal area caused her sphincter muscles to begin relaxing and contracting in an attempt to draw my finger in further. But I resisted, turning slowly, pushing softly not more than a fraction of an inch at a time.

In sheer frustration, she dug her fingers into the bed covers and thrust her hips up off of the pillows, forcing my finger into her ass past the second knuckle.

"So, you little vixen, you want it all, do you?" I laughed, then began pistoning my finger in and out of her rectum, catching the rhythm of her thrusting hips.

I put a finger of my free hand into her vagina and felt my fingers touch when I pressed through the thin wall of membrane separating her rectum from her vagina. Kaitlyn's right hand flew to her vagina and began to pinch and rub her clitoris as a series of muscle contractions swept through her body to her vagina, uterus, and rectum.

It took a great deal of control to hold off my own orgasm as I watched her legs stiffen, her buttocks come up off the bed and a stream of fluid shoot from her urethra. I thought at first that she'd had a squirting orgasm, but when I tasted the fluids, I found that it had the salty, tangy taste of urine, and not the sweet taste of ejaculate.

As we lay there, both struggling to regain our breath, I brushed lose strands of hair from her sweat drenched face and kissed her trembling lips. I drew her close to me, hugging her, loving the feel of her. She took my left nipple in her mouth, and used both hands to massage my breast while she suckled, I became very aroused, and pushed my right leg between her two legs, pressing against her puffy little pussy with my thigh.

She began to suck furiously, making suck marks around my aureole, drawing my nipple deep into her mouth. It was my turn to moan my pleasure, which spurred her on to even greater efforts. Sucking, and riding my thigh, making squishing sounds and leaving a wet trail under her pussy.

I placed my right hand behind her head and pulled her hard to my breast. "Oh baby, baby, you're gonna make Lisa cum." I groaned passionately, pressing my thigh hard against her sliding pussy. I moved my right hand to her buttocks and pulled her hard against my wet thigh as I listened to her slipping and sliding on her own juices.

"Don't you cum yet little missy," I warned her, then placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed her down to my vagina. I spread my thighs and moved her head between them, letting her know what I wanted.

Mimicking what I'd done to her earlier, she used her thumbs to spread my labia, exposing my entire vaginal area. She paused momentarily, then began kissing me there. my clitoris, my urethra, and even my perineum, unable to reach my anus.

I stared down between my legs and watched as this flaxen-haired beauty kissed every part of my pussy. And then, without me asking, she flicked her small tongue in and out of my vagina. It was my turn to grip the bed sheets in my fist and begin thrusting my hips and arching my back as my climax worked it's way down from the pit of my stomach to my urethra in a body trembling orgasm.

Satisfied that she'd given me an orgasm, she stared up at me from between my thighs, her face glistening with my juices, and a proud grin on her face. "Did I do good?" she asked.

I reached down and pulled her up through my legs and on top of me. "Honey, you did real good," I told her, and began kissing and licking my juices from her cheeks, chin, and lips.

We had spent so much of the day in bed, that we barely had time to take a shower together and get dressed before Morgan appeared at the door.

* * * * *

Morgan hugged Kaitlyn, and told her to get her bag, which was in my bedroom. I was scared to death that when Kaitlyn opened the door, Morgan would smell the sex coming from the drenched bed covers. When Kaitlyn returned from the bedroom with her bag in hand, Morgan said that they were going for Pizza, and asked if I would join them. I declined her offer, claiming that I had a lot of work do do around the apartment. Changing my bed and spaying the room with Oust, was the first thing I had to do. The truth was, that I wasn't sure that I could sit down for Pizza with Morgan, after having spent the day fucking and being fucked by her daughter.

At about nine that night, my phone rang. It was Morgan, and she asked, "What did you do to my kid today?"

My heart tried to burst through my chest as I began to stammer, searching for the right words. Thank God, before I could answer, she continued. "She was exhausted, her head no sooner hit the pillow and she was out like a light."

"Well I did have her helping me around the apartment, so perhaps I did overdo it," I said nervously.

"Don't worry about it, Lisa, she'll sleep like the dead and that will do her some good. But that's not why I called. I was wondering if you'd like to come up for a few drinks tonight?"

I was so relieved that that's what she called about, that I would have said `yes' to anything she asked, and I had a hunch about what she would ask. I paused for several long seconds so as not to seem too anxious, and then I said, "Maybe just one drink."

"That's a start," she said, and then I was sure of what she had in mind. On the chance that I was right, I slipped into a pair of jeans, removed my bra and pulled on a loose fitting T-shirt. I considered removing my panties, but thought that that would be too obvious. A lot of people went braless at night, but everyone wore panties.

Morgan greeted me at the door wearing a white terry robe that reached to her ankle's, and I was sure that she had nothing on under it. "Scotch-rocks?" she said, holding out a drink.

"That would be fine," I said as she she ushered me to the sofa. I half expected her to sit next to me, but she sat in the recliner across from me, and I thought that maybe I was wrong about a come-on. I raised my glass in sort of a toast, and took a sip of my drink. She did the same. We made small talk while we finished the first drink, then she got up and poured us each a second.

"I said just one," I reminded her and laughed.

"No body has just one," she chuckled.

"Are you trying to get me drunk, Morgan?"

"Would it help?" she asked.

"Help what," I asked, knowing damn well what she had in mind, and I rather liked the idea.

"Help loosen you up."

"I didn't know that I needed loosening up," I joked.

She got up from the recliner and walked to the sofa and stood before me. She took my drink from my hand and placed it on the coffee table, then took my hands in hers and pulled me up to my feet. She un-tied the sash around her waist and allowed her robe to fall open. Her breast were perfect, with sloping tops tapering down to large, stiff nipples, and rounded bottoms. "Will this help?" she whispered.

"I think so," I whispered back, then reached out to run my thumbs over her hard nipples.

She shrugged her robe off of her shoulders and allowed it to fall in a heap on the floor. She then went down on her knees and un snapped and un zipped my jeans and pulled them down to join her robe on the floor. I was wearing white satan bikini panties, and she could tell just from looking at my crotch that they were wet. She touched my crotch to confirm that, then placed her fingers under the waist band and tugged them down over my hips and my ass, over my long legs, and down to the floor where I stepped out of them. She twirled her fingers in the thin strip of hair that ran he length of my pussy, then she stood up with the crotch of my panties in her mouth.

Panting slowly as if burdened by much weight, I reached for the bottom of my T-shirt and pulled it over my head, exposing my own 36-C breast's and stiff nipples. I reached for my panties, pulled them out of her mouth and began sucking on the crotch myself. (something I've done often.)

She took the pointing finger of her left hand and pulled my mouth open, then using the finger on her right hand, began stuffing my satan panties into my mouth. She kissed me, then gripping my panties between her teeth pulled them out of my mouth and let them fall to the floor. "Are we going to fuck here, or in my bed," she whispered.

I glanced to be sure that Kaitlyn's bedroom door was closed, then said, "Why can't we start here and work our way to your bed?"

"So what do you like?" she asked.

"I'm new at this, what are you offering?"

"I have a tongue, ten fingers, a seven-inch strap-on dildo, a paddle, if you like being spanked, and a full bladder if you like water sports."

"Since I've never done any of those things, why don't you decide?"

Morgan moved still closer to me and took me into her arms. I smiled at Morgan with half closed eyes. They were eyes that showed that I was anxious to explore this new relationship with my young lover's mother.

She had me lie back down on the sofa where she could see my naked body and she put her right hand down to her clit and began to masturbate. She first used a circular motion with her fingers and as she got excited, she changed to an up and down motion keeping an even pressure on her clit. With her left hand, she inserted two fingers in her pussy and curled them upwards finding her G spot that she knew all so well. She kept looking at me as my breasts rose and fell with my own excitement. I began to masturbate myself, as our eyes were locked like a laser beam on each other's facial expressions. I could smell our sex mixing in the air, and it was not until our own orgasm hit did we take our eyes off of each other's naked body.

After a short pause to regain our breathing, she went to a closet and took a large plastic picnic table cloth and spread it out on the floor. She had me lie down on the table cloth. It was not until she straddled my chest, parted her labia, did I know what she had in mind.

She asked, "On you or in you?"

Another first. I'd never stared up into another woman's pussy, nor have I ever watched another woman pee, much less pee on me. The only pee I could remember tasting was that of her daughter, that very day I shocked myself when I herd myself answer, "Where do you want to put it?"

Without answering me, she began to pee on my breast, working up toward my face. Suddenly, I opened my mouth, and she went down on her knees, her pussy an inch over my mouth and filled it with the rest of her urine. When she finished, she leaned down and kissed me, shoving her tongue in my urine filled mouth, and we both drank hungrily. This was all very new and exciting to me as any taboo act would be, (like fucking her nine-year-old daughter.) I knew then that this could be the beginning of a very new, very exciting, very erotic relationship, and I welcomed it with open arms.

I'd had two orgasms, (Not counting the one I'd had with Kaitlyn.) and it was not yet ten o'clock. As we lay in Morgan's piss, I wondered what she had in mind next. I felt much like Kaitlyn must have felt, a young girl being tutored in the art of perverted sex. And like Kaitlyn, I loved it. Morgan got up from the floor, and said, "Get the fuck up."

I got up from the floor like a sex slave, happily obeying her mistress. She threw her terry robe over the plastic to absorb the piss, then took me by the hand and led me to her bedroom where she produced a nine-inch-long strap-on dildo. She strapped it on, and almost by remote control, I went down on my knees and began to suck on it.

She put her hands behind my head and began to fuck my face. "Take it all, you nasty cunt!" she ordered.

Of course, there there was no way I could deep throat a nine inch dildo, but I tried my best to keep my mistress happy. The dildo was life like with bulging veins, and I got a vicarious thrill from sucking on it, but I could not understand how she could get a thrill from fucking my face with a piece of plastic that couldn't feel a thing.

I tried my best to meet her demands to "Take it all, cunt!", but I ended up taking as much as I could, then backing off, coughing and gagging, then apologizing to her for my inability to meet her demands.

Frustrated by my inability to deep throat the dildo, she removed it from my mouth and leaned down to lift me up by my armpits, and threw me on the bed, "Get that pussy open, bitch, because I'm gonna fuck your brains out!" she said.

It was then that I realized that it was not what she could feel in her rubber cock, but what she could see and hear from me. It was what sex should be, but seldom was. You took pleasure by giving pleasure to your partner.

She slammed the pseudo cock into my pussy, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me hard to her as she fucked me. I could feel and hear the veined cock slipping in and out of my wet pussy. The average length of the vagina, from the opening to the uterus is about six inches, which meant that the eight inch dildo was slipping past my uterus and into my fornex, (which is why mother nature put it there.) literally filling me up, something that my ex was never able to do. Size does count.

As she lay on top of me, tit against tit, nipple against nipple, I realized that this was the best of both worlds. I was chanting, "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" while she grunted in rhythm with her thrusting, "UH! UH! UH! UH!"

And then we heard, "What are you guys doin'?" coming from the side of the bed.

"Oh fuck!" Morgan yelled, pulling the rubber cock out of me. She swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Kaitlyn, what are you doing in here!" Morgan yelled.

Kaitlyn pointed to the dildo and said, "What's that?"

"Never mind what that is, what are you doing in here?"

"I heard you guys yellin', and the door was open, so I came to see what was the matter."

Morgan unfastened the velcro straps on the strap on and removed it, then she pulled Kaitlyn up on the bed and laid her between us. "Can I get naked like you guys are?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Kaitlyn, I . . . I . . ." Morgan stammered.

"Let's her get naked," I cut in.

"Oh!" Morgan said, staring at me wide eyed. "What the fuck . . . is there something you two want to tell me?"

I reached over and began to unbutton Kaitlyn's PJ top while Morgan stared at me in disbelief.

I opened Kaitlyn's top and began to suck on her right nipple while Morgan stared with eyes wide and glazed. "What the fuck are you doing!?" Morgan yelled.

"She has two nipple's," I said, then reached up, grabbed Morgan by her hair and pulled her head down to the other nipple, which by now were both hard.

Kaitlyn entwined her fingers in her mother's hair, pulling Morgan's mouth hard against her tit while she began to thrust her hips.

I moved lower, freeing up both nipples for Morgan. When I realized what we were doing, myself, her mother, and her nine-year-old daughter, I lost control and literally began to rip her PJ bottoms and panties from her body.

I pushed Kaitlyn's legs up in the air and went down to tongue fuck her asshole. Morgan, seeing what I was doing, came down from Kaitlyn's nipples and began to suck on Kaitlyn's small clitoris, which literally grew as she sucked.

Kaitlyn stiffened, arched her back and gripped the bed covers as she went through the throes of an orgasm, filling Morgan's mouth with her juices, either ejaculate or urine?

The end. (For now.)