Alison's Adventures 7

by Little Alison

With only a few weeks left of summer before school started again, and Ashley just back from camp, we were spending almost every moment of it together. Watching TV, swimming in the pool, laughing, and, of course, making love.

I couldn't keep my hands off of her and she would waste no time, when we were alone, in taking off her clothes and encouraging me to do the same. I loved how her smooth little body felt against mine. How her little nipples, so hard and darker in color when excited, felt against my skin.

Just being around her made me excited and often I would find myself soaking wet just sitting with her on the couch. She would tell me the same thing. How she would lazily, and absentmindedly, run a finger over her smooth lips when we spoke on the phone. Sometimes climaxing with very little effort. We were both well smitten.

This day we were watching TV and her mother, Mrs. Frausto, popped her head in the TV room, "Hey you two," I could see the outline of her areolas through her thin white shirt and white bra, "I'm going to the store, be back in a few minutes."

"OK, Mom."

"Bye Mrs. Frausto."

Ashley looked at me with a longing stare. She waited until her mom's car pulled out then popped up onto her feet. "We've only got a few minutes, come on. . .."

Like a shot she was skipping down the hallway, taking off her 'Love Pink' tshirt, her hair seeming to bounce as she ran.

I was right behind her and when I got to her room, she had her volleyball shorts all the way down to her ankles.

"Now you, silly." Stepping out of her shorts, her little nipples, perched on those lovely sensual budding breasts already hard.

I flung off my thin tanktop, posing for a moment, so Ashley could admire my "huge" breasts. "See how big they are?" I laughed.

"Almost need a bra there Ali!" I unbuttoned my shorts and tossed them aside, showing Ashley my body, turning around so she could see my tight little ass, of which she also possessed.

A wry smile on her face, Ashley motioned to me with her finger. A better, more sexy, "come hither" look I could not have imagined. I got very close when she threw her arms around me, pressing her lips to mine with fervor. We kissed long, hard, passionately. My tongue sought out hers. It was as if we needed to kiss or something terrible would happen.

I could feel her breath on my face as we would change positions of our mouths. My hands cupped her perfect ass, pulling her to me. . .my bare stomach pressed to hers. . . .my thighs to hers. . .my breasts to hers.

She broke the kiss, licking down my chin, to my neck, kissing me softly, firmly, moving lower. I felt her warm wet tongue sliding gracefully over my cool skin. Looking down, I gazed into her full wide eyes as her tongue circled my hard nipple. My body shivered and I had to close my eyes. Her fingertips slid along my back, over the small of my back, caressing my cheeks. Her lips now surrounding my nipple, at first gently teasing, then sucking harder.

"Oh jeez Ash. . ." I sighed, "that's it. . .so good."

Sucking harder, then softer, using her tongue to flick and nudge and press my nipple sent waves of joy and feeling bouncing around my body, electrifying me to the edges of my body. She moved to my other breast, but used her fingers to fondle and pinch the one she had just sucked.

"You like that Ali?" she cooed, tongue flicking my nipple and soft young breast.

"Yes Ash, keep going, you're so good."

"Mmmmmmm" she sucked nearly my entire small breast into her mouth, pulling on me and making me emit a tight responsive "oh."

I wanted her so badly, but she was in control of the encounter. With each sucking of my breast, she released with a loud sexual sounding pop, her saliva coating my very alert breast.

"Lie down Ali," she suggested, her eyes warm and full of fire, "I want to taste you."

I lay back on her bed, the cool comforter adding another layer of feeling to my heightened senses. I already was sensitive, and now I had some goose bumps. I spread my legs as Ashley moved her little warm fingers up my inner thighs. My body shaking with anticipation and my eyes big as I craned my neck to see her little body moving toward my aching pussy.

Her fingers slid easily over my well moistened lips, gently rubbing my little hard clit. I jumped ever so slightly as she continued to rub my clit. With a finger on each side, she seemed to roll it back and forth. All I knew was that it felt fantastic and I couldn't keep my head up or eyes open. I kept feeling the jolts of electricity shooting through me and, though wanting to cum for her so badly, not wanting to lose this feeling.

"Mmmm, looks good," Ashley said, just as her tongue slid up and over my pussy lips, pressing and exploring my nearly bare mound. I could hear her licking furiously, her hands pushing my legs further apart, in an effort to get even closer.

I felt it beginning. My body wasn't going to last. I needed to cum and it wasn't going to take long to reach orgasm.

"Oh Ash," I moaned, loudly, over and over again, "I'm gonna. . ."

AS I moaned she licked faster, flicking my clit with her tongue and pressing her finger into my soaking pussy.

"Fuck yes," was all I could manage to say as she pumped me quickly and efficiently.

I could feel the orgasm building. Small little for-shocks heralded a larger orgasm to come. Waves of electricity, surges of pleasure sweeping outward from my pussy, intensified by my still sensitive nipples (which I had proceeded to fondle while being licked) and my body nearly squirming off the bed let her know I was close.

"Ash. . .Ash. . .. god Ash. . .."

Ashley pressed her mouth tight on my pussy, pressing her tongue deep into me, her finger rubbing my little ass in a circle.

That's when I came. My body moving up and down, shaking, thrashing, trying desperately to both enjoy the feeling and escape the intensity. My breathing was deep and loud and it felt like an hour coming down off this intense rollercoaster of orgasm.

"Oh Ash. . ."

Ashley kissed up to my mouth, pressing softly against my pert lips, my panting into her mouth somehow making it even more erotic.

Ashley smiled. "Glad you enjoyed it." She was quite pleased with herself.

I reached between her legs. "And you're quite wet," I licked my finger, "time for me to repay you."

Ashley got on her knees next to me, her head down to the bed, ass up in the air. "Eat me from behind Ali," she requested, "I saw it in a video online. It looked so HOT."

And she really did. Her perfect ass up in the air was a magnificent sight. I slid behind her, my tongue sliding up the back of her thighs. I parted her cheeks with my hands, receiving an "ohhh" from her.

Slowly, to tease, I let the tip of my tongue just touch the edges of her tight bare pussy.

"Oh Ali, you tease" she whispered, in a tone that was begging for more.

"Of course," I answered, wanting to enjoy every last second of this.

Slowly I let my tongue explore her lips, up and down, back and forth, sliding between them and tasting her. She was so wet. I let a finger rub her ass as she had mine. Her body was shaking slightly.

Working a little faster I licking up and down, letting my tongue taste every bit of her, quenching my own thirst for her body with her pussy juices. Ashley pressed back to me as my tongue became more aggressive.

She started to moan and that led me to press my tongue into her pussy and my thumb in her ass.

"Oh Ali, yes"

We were so lost in ourselves we both barely heard "Girls, I'm home, come help with the groceries!"

Shit! We both jumped up, put on our clothes, both still hot and breathing heavy. We came scampering out of her room and to the car, grabbing bag after bag of groceries.

Ashley's face was quite flush and I'm sure mine was too. Mrs. Frausto gave me a quizzical look. She knew.

"Ashley, go get yourself ready for soccer practice." Mrs. Frausto called.

"OK Mom." and off she went.

Alone with Mrs. Frausto in the kitchen, she looked at me, sitting down at the kitchen table, not severely, but solidly. I took a brave step.

"Mrs. Frausto, you wanted to know how Ashley tasted," I moved to her with intent, "she tastes like this." I pushed forward, pressing my lips to hers. Smearing her deep red lipstick with her daughter's pussy juices and my own saliva. She closed her eyes, returning my kiss, our tongues touching briefly.

I pulled back, Mrs. Frausto holding my hand gently. "Thank you Alison." She said then slowly licked her luscious lips. "I think you should have a treat for that."

I was a little confused as she got up, smoothing her skirt. "Ashley, get your stuff and get in the car."

"Come with me Alison," Mrs. Frausto's cool calm voice always commanded obedience, "to my room."

I followed, doubting we had any time to be together before she had to take Ashley to practice.

She sat me down on the bed, "Alison, just sit here and watch this video," she got her dvd player and huge bedroom TV ready, "when you hear us leaving, press play."

"OK"

"OK what?"

"OK Mrs. Frausto." God I loved how she made me say her name.

I heard Ashley bound down the stairs in her cleats and heard Mrs. Frausto tell her that I was going to watch some TV while she dropped Ashley off.

The car doors closed, engine started and I heard them starting to drive away.

Mrs. Frausto's room was cool and the brown comforter made it seem even darker than it was.

I held the remote in my hand. I pressed PLAY with my heart beating wildly.

With my eyes wide and mouth open I saw a scene of this very room, taken from the side of the bed. There was no camera there now, but there obviously had been. I heard Mrs. Frausto's voice on the video, then another voice. It was Mrs. Giles from down the street. I gasped at what I saw.

Mrs. Frausto was wearing a mid thigh black leatherlike skirt, black boots to her knees that had shiny buckles on them. She had on a beige business woman's sleeveless dress top, buttoned up front, with only the bottom two still buttoned. Her ample breasts were just barely being contained within that top.

Mrs. Giles walked into frame wearing black thigh high hose, black lace garter belt, no panties and a small, very small, black bra that just pushed her breasts up, but did nothing to hold them in. She was also amazingly pregnant. Despite being what I guessed what 8 months pregnant, she didn't seem to have many stretch marks or other imperfections. She was gorgeous. Her hair rested casually about her shoulders, in a way that I could almost feel on my own skin.

"Well Andrea," Mrs. Frausto began, "tell me what you want."

"Miss Frausto," Mrs. Giles, Andrea, said obediently, "I want you to. . ."

"To what, Andrea" the cool even, sexy, tone of Mrs. Frausto.

"To use me like the slut I am. . .Miss Frausto."

I hadn't really noticed, but my hand had dropped between my legs, rubbing my once again soaked little pussy.

"Well, since you asked Andrea, my little slut," Mrs. Frausto was even sexier to me when she spoke like this, "I'm going to fuck that pregnant pussy of yours and squeeze those milky tits until you explode, do you understand?"

I understood! And loved it.

"yes Miss Frausto."

To be continued. . . .