Alison's Adventures 4

by LittleAlison

My friend Ashley's parents used to host the beset pool parties in the neighborhood. They'd start Saturday around noon, barbequing in their huge backyard, and they always had different games to play. Some Saturdays there would be 5 or 6 families over to watch football on tv, bbq, swim in their enormous pool, or relax in the hot tub.

It gave our little street a small town feeling. And it gave me and Ashley a chance to sneak a few sips, or more, of her dad's liquor. We were probably the drunkest ones there, but everyone knew me and Ashley were crazy, so nobody ever noticed when two 10 year olds were giggling and acting crazy.

One Saturday bbq became a Saturday night movie and swimming party. It was my mom and dad, Ashley and her parents and the family across the street with the tree boys who were annoying. As the parents talked and ate, us kids swam and played. After the sun went down we decided to play hide and seek.

Everyone scattered and I hid on the side of the house. When the "it" person went to the other side of the house, I thought I'd be clever.

"I'll go and hop in the hot tub with the parents. They'll never even think to look there."

The night was cooling and there was steam rising from the hot tub, its jets bubbling furiously. I padded barefoot up to the hot tub. I was wearing my baby blue smiley face bikini, but with a spongebob t-shirt over the bikini top. I slipped smoothly into the tub. The parents barely seemed to notice as I submerged chin-deep into the water.

I remained mostly underwater for a while, watching kids running around, and then eventually becoming bored with hide and seek, they all went home. I saw Ashley walk in the house, probably going upstairs to her room. But I didn't want to get out yet. The hot water was relaxing and I was really enjoying the feeling of one jet on my butt.

I almost felt like I could go to sleep.

But then I felt something on my leg. At first I thought it was a burst of bubbles or maybe someone from the dark threw something into the hot tub. But, after looking around, I felt that it was a hand on my thigh.

I glanced around me. To my right was the neighbor from across the street, but his hands were gesturing in the air as he talked to my dad.

To my left was Ashley's mom, Mrs. Frausto, or Carol. Her body was facing forward, but her head was facing away from me, speaking to someone else. I shifted slightly and felt the hand slide up and down my thigh, fingernails sliding along and enlivening my skin. I could see Amy's shoulder move ever so slightly as her hand, quite unseen under the bubbling steaming hot water, slid up higher and higher on my leg.

As her hand slid up higher, it pressed lightly on the front of my bikini bottom. I let out a little moan that made me open my eyes wide; expecting everyone to look at me, but it was only loud enough for me to hear. "oh my god," I was thinking, "Ashley's mom is trying to. . ."

and then her fingers pressed more firmly on my bikini bottoms, her hand almost naturally opening my legs a little wider. I kept a watch on her as I felt her rub my puffiness through the bottoms.

I could feel myself becoming excited. I lowered myself a little in the water, because I could feel my nipples hardening. She rubbed and pressed and after I spread my legs wider, rubbing her leg with mine gently, with a quick movement she slipped a finger under the fabric of my bottoms.

Her finger tip found my little eager hole and teased it gently before pressing just the tip of her finger in me. I opened my mouth in an "o" and she turned to me, her hazel eyes smiling a smile that only I understood. Her finger moved slowly, not further in, but in tiny movements back and forth, stimulating me and teasing me and making my legs twitch. I was getting a little light headed with the heat, the water and her fingering.

"Alison honey," Mrs. Frausto spoke to me loudly, "you look flushed. Come with me and I'll get you something to cool you down. Ok?"

"Ok" I replied weakly, following her out of the hot tub, a quick dry-off, and into the kitchen. On toweling off I got a chance to see her body. I always knew she was in good shape for a 38yo, but I didn't know what she looked like. She had large breasts, that had they not had a very slight droop to them, might have been fake. Her top pressed her breasts together making them appear even more impressive. Her waist was not small, but not large either and her hips were full and sexy, completing the hourglass figure.

"Ashley, you need something to drink, to cool yourself down." She led me to where the glasses were.

As I reached up to grab a glass I felt her hand on my bikini bottoms. I froze in place. Her fingers slid down between my legs and began to rub me as before. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. She was very deliberate, knowing exactly what she wanted. Without thinking about it, I leaned forward, my ass pushing out to her.

"You are hot aren't you Alison?" She whispered to me, now pressing her body to mine. I could feel her breasts against my back. As she spoke I felt her warm breath on my ear. She pressed her lips to the back of my neck as she pushed aside the fabric of my bottoms and explored my warm, willing and bare pussy from behind.

"Ohhhh" I managed to say. She slid her finger between my puffy pussy lips, creating the familiar sparks of excitement in my body. I felt them in short, sharp, jolts from my pussy down my legs. The deeper I breathed, the more her fingers moved and caressed. Then her finger pushed into me.

"Oh!" My hips were moving on their own and in concert with her finger.

She pushed deeper, nearly her whole finger deep in my baby bare pussy.

"You like this don't you Alison?" She was enjoying this.

"Yes."

"You like a woman to push a finger into your tight little pussy. . ."

"Yes. . .Mrs. Frausto."

She laughed a little laugh. "You're a little lezzie slut aren't you?"

I paused. I wasn't sure how to respond. "What?"

"I know you lick pussy Alison. I know you lick Ashley's tight pussy. You do don't you?"

Her finger was pumping faster now, I felt my juices pouring out, drenching me instead of the water on my body. I was so close now.

"Y y y y yes. . ."

"Yes what?"

"Yes I like to lick young pussy Mrs. Frausto."

She pulled her finger out of me slowly as I sighed loudly with each breath. She turned me around slowly, looking down into my eyes. As I stood there, shaking with excitement, she slowly sucked my juices off her long red finger nailed finger. She was really enjoying it.

"Now Alison," she bent down slightly, "you go to the back bathroom, take off all your clothes and wait for me. Understand?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mrs. Frausto."

She smiled and walked back out to the backyard. I walked, in a sort of dreamlike way, down the long hallway, turning into the cool dark back bedroom, and into the marble lined bathroom.

After getting undressed I had to control my breathing and try not to be too panicky. About 5 minutes went by when the door opened slowly.

Carol came in, her blonde hair now hanging down and dancing on her shoulders. Her eyes, cool and clear, never took their gaze from me as she entered and locked the door behind her. She had shed her swimwear and was now wearing a very small pair of black lacy panties, and a matching lace bra that made her body look stunning. I was entranced.

She walked to me, reaching out and caressing my arm lightly. As my goose bumps rose, her fingernails slid up around my shoulder, to my neck, down my chest, then she let her palm press to my barely-there breast and rock hard nipple. I was breathing harder as her warm soft hand excited me more and more.

"So Alison," she began in a soothing tone, "tell me. . .I know you've had young pussy. . ." she was examining my body as she spoke, "have you ever tasted an adult pussy?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes Mrs. Frausto."

"Do you want to taste my pussy? Do you Alison?"

"Yes Mrs. Frausto. I want to lick you." It felt like I was in a trance, unable to do anything but tell her the truth. At this moment I wanted to run my tongue all over her body.

She smiled. She took a step back, standing with her legs a little wider than shoulder width.

"Get on your knees Alison," she commanded firmly, but softly, "come and show me how you can lick my pussy."

I moved forward, the cool tile on my knees even cooler because my body was so hot. My head was at her panties and I looked up into her face. She was smiling at me, her hands on her hips as I reached up to pull her panties down.

"No" she stopped me, "lick me through my panties."

I did as she said; I pressed my face forward, my hands on her outer thighs for stability. My tongue slid over the lacy panties. I could smell her sex. I felt every bump and design on the crotch of her panties and licked up and down, wanting to please.

"Lick more Alison. Let me know you really want to taste my pussy."

"Yes Mrs. Frausto."

I pressed my tongue harder to her and could taste her wetness beneath the thin lace. Her taste was unlike the girls my age. It was fuller and I worked my tongue harder against the panties. As I pressed harder to her pussy, I heard her let out a soft low moan. This encouraged me.

My tongue reached the outline of the panties and I tried to slide under the lace. I really needed to taste her skin.

Then she pulled back. She slid fingers into my hair and had one hand on my shoulder.

"Not yet Alison. You don't get that tonight." She was teasing me and I was dying!

"But I want to. . ." I said.

"But you want to. . .what?"

"I want to push my tongue into you, Mrs. Frausto."

"That's a good girl Alison. You really are a little slut aren't you?" She was smiling broadly.

"Yes Mrs. Frausto."

"Get up on the counter and spread your legs wide, little slut."

I had never had anyone call me these things before and was surprised at how exciting it was making me. I wanted to hear her call me a slut.

I liked her telling me these things.

I got on the counter, leaning back against the mirror, opening my legs wide and placing my foot against the wall. I was shaking in anticipation.

"My my my. . ." she moved between my legs, "so this is the lovely little cunt that Ashley likes to lick." She pursed her lips and blew on my hot wet pussy. My body was twitching wildly.

"Do other girls like to lick you Alison?" She ran her tongue, very gently, along one side of my puffy lips.

"Oh god" I mumbled. "Y Y Y yes Mrs. Frausto."

"Mmmmmm, good." I could feel her breath on my bare mound. Her fingers sliding over my lips, fingernails making tiny tracks over the sensitive skin. "Maybe you'd like me to lick you too?"

"Yes, Mrs. Frausto. I want you to lick me."

"Ask me Alison. Ask me to lick your wet pussy."

My hips were beginning to move slightly, "Will you lick my wet pussy Mrs. Frausto? I need you to lick me. . ." I was begging.

I heard a short laugh from her then felt her fingers open my lips and her tongue slide between them. I could almost feel each taste bud sliding along my slid inner lips. Her tongue brushed my tiny clit, making me jump and even though she had barely been touching me in the bathroom, I felt that I was so very close to cumming for her.

Her tongue quickened its pace. Faster and faster her tongue moved.

First around my lips, then tiny circles on my clit, then deep into my pussy. It felt like heaven. I pushed my hips forward to meet her mouth, breathing heavier and moaning deeper.

"Do you want to cum Alison?" Damn she was teasing me, but I was loving it.

"Yes Mrs. Frausto, I want to cum. I want to cum on your tongue so badly."

"Tell me what a little slut you are," she was talking and licking, then pausing, drawing out the excruciating ecstasy, "tell me what a little cunt loving little whore you are."

I was shaking and breathing hard and my chest was heaving and I'd do anything to releases and reach orgasm. I needed to cum so badly.

"Yes Mrs. Frausto, I'm a cunt whore. .. I love pussy, I love licking cunt, oh god, lick my pussy, yes, Mrs. Frausto. . ."

Her tongue licked my clit furiously as she pushed a finger into my pussy. Her tongue and finger sent me over the edge. My body bucked and thrashed and I could feel my orgasm come from the farthest parts of my body and speed down to my pussy and explode, wave after wave of pleasure washing from one end of my body to the next. My eyes were closed as Mrs. Frausto used my pussy. I was enjoying every moment of it.

After a moment, or 20 minutes, I wasn't sure, I opened my eyes to Mrs. Frausto moving in to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her neck and our lips pressed together. I must have seemed like a wild animal as I kissed her. I could taste my own pussy on her lips and my tongue played with hers.

She broke the kiss and looked at me with a wry smile.

"Alison," she had moved toward the door, "put your suit back on and go home."

I got up and began to get ready to go.

"Alison,"

"Yes Mrs. Frausto?"

"Tell me what you want." She leant against the door sexily, her hips luscious.

"I want," I thought, "I want to lick you until you cum so hard, you can't walk . . . Mrs. Frausto."

She let out a little "Mmm."

"Be here tomorrow at noon and I might just let you have what you want . . . if I decide to let you." She began to open the door and paused, "And I'm going to fuck you so good, you'll never forget it."

And with that she left.