The Daughter Next Door

Cory Chase and Sheena Ryder have been watching the girl next door towel off by their pool for weeks. Their eyes linger longer than neighbors should. When Katya Rodriguez slips inside to chat, the wives swap wicked smiles. They learn Katya split with her boyfriend but plans to test-drive plenty of fresh college meat. Cory and Sheena grin at her boldness. "Why stop at boys?" they tease. The younger girl bites her lip. She mentions that innocent kiss with her best friend back in junior high, how her friend still claims Katya is the best she has ever tasted. The wives lean closer. Playful tension drips between them. Katya straightens, chin high, and dares them to judge her lips for themselves. She kisses Sheena first—hungry, wet, lips parting fast. Sheena grabs the back of her neck and presses harder. Cory does not wait long. Katya swings to her, tongue sliding, teeth scraping. The wives drink her taste, swallow her little breaths. Heat thickens the air until clothes peel away. Cory spreads Katya wide on the couch, lips dragging down the girl's soft stomach until she reaches slick folds. Sheena moves behind, licking Katya open while Cory sucks the swollen clit. Katya arches, crying out, thighs shaking. Fingers push deep, tongues lap, juices smear across chins. Sweat-slick bodies slide together, wet tongues meet, the three of them tasting one another in a feverish tangle. Katya's gasp breaks into whimpers, cresting once, twice, until her thighs clamp tight and her whole body trembles. She catches both wives by their hair, yanks them up for more kisses, open-mouthed, sloppy and greedy. By the end they concede that the girl did live up to the name she gave herself: she's one damn good kisser.