"Bastard." Lynne Gleason closed the door behind her and leaned against it. "Bastard," she repeated. She stood and took three steps to look in the mirror in the front hall. At 35, she still had it: a perky smile on a pretty face framed by well- coifed dark hair, a tight body and smooth, trim legs. The nipples on her 36C tits, barely contained by her thin bra, poked against her white blouse and were clearly visible. Her skirt, even when she stood, was at least two inches above her knees and the side slit offered a teasing view of her thighs. It was cut tight and showed off her flaring hips and round ass. When she sat, the tops of her stockings were there for all to see, especially in the front seat of a car when she wanted Steve to see them. Two buttons on her blouse were undone, putting the tops of her round tits in view. With all that, here she was standing in the front hall of her home, dropped off by her date and horny, very horny. "Bastard!" she said again. Steve wasn't really a date, she rationalized. He had asked her to join him at the awards dinner as a favor. His real date had begged off at the last minute claiming a virus and Lynne was available. She was, she thought, very available now that her husband was in prison for bilking his company out of $500,000. Joe had pleaded guilty to the charges that he stole the money and spent at least some of it on $300 an hour hookers, which he said were for clients. His clients! Yeah right! That had been over a year ago. It had been three months after the indictment before they had sex again, before she would even let him touch her. Now he was in prison having served four months of his 18-month sentence. With good behavior he'd be out after a year, just eight months to go. Surely he didn't expect Lynne to get by on dildos and vibrators, not after her had some very expensive pussy. But dildos and vibrators were Lynne's sex life, along with some porn movies. She was, after all, a single mother now with two-year old Brad. She didn't get many invitations; in fact most of her neighbors avoided her as if she was contagious. Steve though was different. He worked with the ad firm which Lynne's company used. One of his campaigns had won an award and thus the dinner. He had reluctantly called Lynne, but she jumped at the invitation. It gave her a chance to get out and, she mused, Steve was attractive and seemed interested. Perhaps, she could get something besides a meal. But Steve seemed to ignore her efforts at seduction; missing the cues she tried to send with the climbing skirt and revealing blouse, her best come-fuck-me outfit. So she was home, left to her own "devices" again. "Bastard," she said once more as she thought of Steve, and perhaps of Joe. "Are you okay, Mrs. Gleason?" The voice startled her for an instant but then she turned and saw Jessica, Jessie, the 15-year-old she had gotten to baby-sit for Brad. Having a babysitter was a new experience for Lynne. "Oh, Jessie," she stammered, "I'm sorry. Yes, I'm okay. Just a little disappointed is all. Is everything okay here? How was Brad?" "Fine. He's sleeping now. I checked on him just before you got home and I haven't heard a peep through the intercom since I put him down at 8:30." Lynne looked at Jessie and saw a pretty, make that very pretty, girl just flowering into womanhood. She had long blonde hair, which flowed, down her back and a fair size chest, which was hidden, beneath her sweatshirt. She had on jeans, which hugged her skin and served only to emphasize her trim body. Lynne thought she had been lucky to get her on a Saturday night. "I guess I'll pack up and be on my way. I'll call my Mom." Jessie lived along the same street as Lynne and the plan was that Lynne would stand on her front porch to watch her walk home and Jessie's mother or father would be out on the street to wait for her. That way Lynne wouldn't have to leave Brad and they would be sure Jessie would be safe. "Why don't you wait a bit," Lynne said not wanting to give up the companionship of another person just yet. "I need a cup of tea, or something and we could talk. I don't know if you sampled the goodies I have for you." "Not really," Jessie grinned. "I'll stay for a while." Jessie turned back to the kitchen and Lynne found herself staring at the teenager's ass. God, how she would love to have a trim ass like that. Jessie sat as Lynne got out cups and plates. She wasn't sure, but thought Jessie was staring at the tops of her its as she bent over, looking down her cleavage. If she was, Lynne was enjoying it. At least she was getting a rise out of someone tonight. Lynne sat to Jessie's left and again felt the teen's eyes on her. Lynne was still though thinking about Steve and how he ignored all her signals, still angry, still horny. "Do you have a boyfriend, Jessie?" Lynne asked softly. "Not really. I'm dating a couple of guys." "I bet they like being with you. You're very attractive. I bet they try a lot of stuff with you." Jessie blushed. "Well yeah but..." She was staring at Lynne's chest. "Sometimes," Lynne said, "You want a guy to try, don't you." Jessie blushed again. "Is that why you were upset tonight, Mrs. Gleason," the teen blurted. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry." "That's okay. Yes. I was kind of expecting something." "You're very pretty," Jessie whispered. "I would think guys, men, do want to try things with you." "What do boys try with you, Jessie?" "Well, you know, they want to feel under my shirt and..." "You can say it." "My...my... tits." She was staring again. "Do you let them? "Sometimes." "Do you like it?" Lynne was looking at Jessie now. She thought she could make out the 15-year-old's nipples pushing at her sweatshirt. "It feels good. My, er, nipples get hard. One guy started to squeeze them with his fingers and then he pushed my shirt up and kissed them." "Anything else? "Well, er, I started to get warm between my legs. Then I felt something wet there. It started to feel good. Is that what it feels like to you? "Yes it does." Lynne hesitated. "Would you like to give me that feeling now?" Jessie looked at her. Lynne began to undo more of the buttons on her blouse until it was completely open. Her tits were straining against her thin bra, her taut nipples stretching the fabric. Jessie leaned forward, extending her hands. She put one hand under each breast, cupping them, gently caressing them. She moved her face still closer and lifted Lynne's left breast until she could press her lips to it, kissing it through the thin material. Lynne closed her eyes. "This isn't happening," she thought, "I don't have a 15 year old girl sucking my tits. I don't." "That feels good Jessie. Don't stop. Ohhh." Lynne slipped her hand underneath Jessie's sweatshirt, inching her fingers up her back until she found the strap of her bra. She unclasped it letting the teen's breasts swing free. Quickly, Lynne reached for them, rubbing them gently, letting the nipples, the hard nipples brush against her palms. Jessie liked that. "That feels good," she said lifting her mouth from Lynne's chest. Now it was Jessie's turn to work on a bra strap. She reached behind Lynne and found the clasp. Lynne's tits burst forth as the hook was undone. Jessie was there to receive them, clamping her mouth on Lynne's right nipple as she worked on the left with her hand. Lynne continued to massage Jessie's chest; the teen-ager's nipples seemed to grow stiffer and longer as she continued to play with them. She was enjoying Jessie's mouth so much though she just stopped, allowing the teen to suck on her, moaning gently to signal her pleasure. It had been so long, so long since anyone had sucked on her tits, bit her nipples. "Bite them, please," she begged, "not too hard. Yes. That's it. Ohhh. So good." Jessie liked it when she sucked on Lynne's full chest, liked it when Lynne played with her nipples. She could feel a warm glow spread between her legs. "I want you to suck me," she said. With that, Jessie moved away from Lynne and pulled the sweatshirt over her head. The bra came with it and Lynne found herself staring at two beautiful erect tits with stiff, dark brown nipples staring back. She went for them quickly. Lynne couldn't remember the last time she had sucked on a woman's tits. Perhaps in college? Whatever? Now she was sucking on two sweet young tits and loving it. Lynne could feel her own pussy getting warmer. She had worked herself up just a bit flirting with Steve, but this was real. She needed relief, needed it badly. She took Jessie into her mouth, turned on herself by Jessie's long slow moans. Lynne had her hands on Jessie's back and let them slide down her body until she felt the top of her jeans. She reached to the front, gently grazing Jessie's flat stomach. With a little work, she managed to unbutton them and started on the zipper. She felt the warmth and dampness at Jessie's crotch. Jessie meanwhile made a similar discovery as her hands moved beneath Lynne's skirt, passing the top of her stockings. It was an awkward position as Lynne leaned over to Jessie, her legs stretched out. "We should go upstairs," Lynne panted. Jessie couldn't speak. She was on fire. Little sparks were going off as Lynne flicked her tongue on her nipples and as her fingers pinched at her wet crotch. Jessie had been in Lynne's bedroom earlier, looking enviously at the jewelry, imaging herself in some of the sexy underwear she found in the bureau. It was the night table though which held the greatest discovery. On Joe's side of the bed, the night table held a box of condoms and there was some pictures, a picture of Lynne on her back wearing just a pair of thong panties. In the next photo, the panties were gone and Jessie looked with some envy at the patch of hair at Lynne's crotch, thinking about her own almost smooth pussy. On Lynne's side, she found two vibrators and a dildo. Jessie had never seen a dildo before but had seen photos of a penis in sex ed classes. She was amazed at how lifelike it looked. She held it up to her face and inhaled the musky aroma. She imagined Lynne had used it. She thought about pulling down her pants and pressing it against herself, but just then the phone rang, startling her. The call was from Lynne, just checking in, but Jessie took it as a sign and put the bedroom back in order. She returned to the kitchen, to the TV and her homework. Now they were back in the bedroom. Lynne had Jessie by the hand, leading her to the bed. Jessie sat on the edge and Lynne gently pushed her down. She pulled off Jessie's sneakers and then her jeans, leaving only the girl's light blue panties with a dark stain in the front. Lynne unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She left the thigh high stockings but slipped her fingers into the waistband of her white mesh panties. Jessie could already make out the dark bush beneath them, the darkness exaggerated by the moisture on Lynne's panties. The panties were gone in an instant and Lynne joined Jessie on the bed. She took the teen-ager's head in her hands and brought it towards her until their lips met. Lynne kissed her gently at first and then, using her tongue, began to push at Jessie's mouth until her lips opened. She thrust her tongue into the teen, pulling her closer as their nipples met. Jessie put her hands on Lynne's round ass, pulling as if trying to merge their bodies into one. She could feel the warmth of Lynne's hot crotch against her own wet panties. "Oh God I need you there," Lynne moaned as she pushed the girl down, pushing until Jessie's face was at Lynne's dark pussy. "Eat me baby. Eat me. Please." Jessie wasn't sure what to do. Lynne opened her legs. Jessie was staring at her slit. "Just put your mouth there. Kiss me. Slide your tongue in. Hurry" The teen-ager did as she was told, kissing, lapping at Lynne's pussy. For leverage she slipped one hand under Lynne's ass, grabbing at one cheek, pressing one finger, then another into Lynne's puckered hole. Lynne was thrashing now. "Yes. Oh yes. Fuck my ass with your fingers. Fuck my pussy with your tongue. Oh yes! Do it! Oh I need it. Ohhhhhhh. More. More." Jessie pressed her face harder against Lynne's crotch. Her tongue snaked past the patch of hair, splitting Lynne's engorged slit. Jessie could taste the tangy juices seeping from Lynne's gash. "Oh god fuck me harder." Lynne had her hands on the back of Jessie's head, holding her fast against her crotch. It was as if she was trying to suck the girl into her pussy. Jessie slid another finger, a third, into Lynne's ass. "Aarrgghh." With that, Jessie felt Lynne shudder. Then she fell back. Jessie stayed with her as warm juices seemed to flow out of her cunt. Jessie let her fingers slip from Lynne's ass. Now it was Jessie who needed relief. Throughout her sucking on Lynne's cunt, Jessie own pussy was twitching. She had never felt it quite like that before. Lynne looked up at her and smiled. "My little darling," she said, "you were wonderful. Now I want to taste your beautiful pussy." Lynne nudged Jessie to her back and reached for the now sopping blue panties, pulling them over her hips and down her lean legs. She stared at the wisps of blonde hair at the girl's otherwise smooth twat. She spread Jessie's legs, exposing her pink slit and then quickly covered it with her mouth. The explosions Jessie felt were nothing like the sparks she felt earlier. This was a fireworks display. Jessie's head was spinning as Lynne thrust her tongue in and out of her cunthole. Lynne found the teen's clit and began to massage it, pinching it gently as she felt the orgasm surge through Jessie's body. Jessie cried with joy as she felt the cum ooze from her pussy into Lynne's waiting mouth. After a few moments, it was Jessie who spoke first. "I hope you feel better now, Mrs. Gleason. I've never felt anything like that." "I think you can call me 'Lynne' now. And, there's something else I need." With that, Lynne slid off the end of bed and walked to the night table. Jessie smiled as she gazed lustfully at Lynne's full round ass, the ass she had just fingered. At the night table, Lynne bent over slightly and Jessie saw her puckered asshole. She reached into the drawer and pulled out the vibrators and the dildo along with what looked like a leather waistband and harness. She brought them back to the bed and told Jessie to stand. "I really need this from you," she said as she put the harness around Jessie's waist, inserting the dildo as she tightened it. Jessie could feel one end of it rubbing against her, and as she moved slightly, pressing against her clit. Lynne was on her knees now, her mouth level with the dildo and she began to kiss the hard rubber dick, slowly taking it into her mouth. She had her hands around Jessie, clutching at the teen's trim ass. For her part, Jessie was getting into it. "Yeah," she said, "suck me. Suck my cock. I'm going to fuck you so hard." "Oh yeah," Lynne said between licks. "I want you to fuck my pussy." With that, Jessie worked Lynne onto her back on the bed. Lynne spread her legs and Jessie moved between them, the dildo pointing to Lynne's cunt. "You want this, don't you," Jessie teased. "Oh please. Please fuck me. Put it in me." Jessie let the tip rub along Lynne's engorged pussy lips before dipping it just a bit into Lynne's slit. Lynne tried to suck it in, but Jessie pulled back. Lynne thrust her legs up, trying to get more of the dildo. Jessie let two inches dip in before pulling out, then two more and then pushed all of the seven inch dildo into Lynne's eager pussy until the hard plastic balls, added for realism, were up against Lynne's ass. Lynne groaned with delight. Jessie moaned too as she felt the other end of the dildo press harder on her clit. She moved in and out of Lynne's pussy, each of them moaning with pleasure. Jessie leaned forward to knead Lynne's tits, squeezing her hard nipples. "Oh it's been so long. Oh fuck me with your big dick." Jessie was really into it now. "Where do you want it?" the teen asked.. "In my pussy. Fuck my pussy hard." Jessie obliged. Lynne cried out as she came and Jessie too erupted, her girl juices dripping out of her pussy and onto Lynne's ass. Jessie rolled off of Lynne, her cock' pointed straight up, shining with Lynne's juices. Lynne rolled too, hovering over the prick to suck on it. "Can I have that?" Jessie whispered "Have you ever?" "No," even more quietly. Lynne grinned and removed the harness from the teen's waist and put it around her own, but not before she had licked the nub, which had been pressing on Jessie's clit. Now it was positioned for Jessie Lynne stood, swaggering just a bit. She would enjoy taking this virgin cunt. "Let me see you get this cock ready. I'm going to fuck your pretty little mouth. Come on baby. Suck my cock." Jessie stood before Lynne and then dropped to her knees. "Just kiss the tip," Lynne tutored. "Lick the sides then take it your mouth and suck on it like a Popsicle." Jessie offered some tentative licks, tasting Lynne's fresh juices on the rubber dick. Lynne started to push into the teenager's mouth, pulling back as Jessie began to gag. Then she would inch in just a bit more until the youngster was able to take all seven inches, her mouth stretched wide. The more Lynne pushed, the harder Jessie sucked, pushing the nub of the dildo against Lynne's still throbbing clit. Lynne was fucking Jessie's mouth and the teen was returning the favor. "I think you're ready," Lynne said out of breath as she removed the dildo from Jessie's mouth "This tastes so good," she gushed. "I can't wait to feel it in my pussy." "It won't be long darling. I can't wait to fuck you." "Then don't!" Now Jessie was on her back, her legs splayed, waiting for the cock, her first ever. Lynne sensed the tension. "It may hurt, but only for an instant. Just relax." Lynne gently nudged the dildo against Jessie's pink folds and slowly began to push. She felt the resistance of the girl's hymen and pushed harder. Jessie yelped as the barrier broke and grabbed onto Lynne. The cock went deeper now and Jessie cried out first with pain and then with moans of ecstasy, begging for more as Lynne plunged in and out. Lynne could feel how close Jessie was, still worked up from the nub against her clit. "Ohmigod, it's happening," Jessie squealed, holding Lynne tighter, crushing Lynne's tits against her own. Lynne could feel the orgasm wash over Jessie's body and felt her own, smaller jolt. Lynne thrust again and Jessie responded with another, smaller orgasm, holding Lynne even tighter, After a few moments, she pulled out. They hugged tightly, Jessie not wanting the moment to end "I think I may need a babysitter more often," Lynne said as they smiled.