"The neighbor_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Egan Norma)

CHAPTER TWO

Vicky had been interested in sex ever since she could remember. Even as a little girl, when she heard strange noises coming from her parents' room at night, she developed a burning curiosity about that mysterious adult activity. From the age of obsession.

She wasn't content any longer just to know what other people were doing. She wanted to experience it for herself.

Unfortunately her parents watched her like hawks, never giving her a chance to be alone with boys. She started attracting boys when she was a teen but her parents wouldn't let her date. They made her come home right away after school, and if she went anywhere at night or on the weekend, they came with her. Vicky felt like a prisoner.

This week, though, she was free. Her parents were gone on a trip to Hawaii, and Vicky had been left in the care of her elderly grandmother. Grandma was easy to fool, and she spent most of her time asleep or watching television. Vicky intended to take advantage of the opportunity. She wanted to find out about sex with the first man or boy who showed any interest in her.

The very first day had been fruitful. The neighbor man, Mr. Hanson, had taught her a lot. Vicky found out that she really got off on being touched, especially when he played with her breasts and touched the strange little button of flesh between her legs. She got off on his adult male body, too.

Today was the first time she'd ever seen a cock. She'd wondered for a long time what they looked like, but Mr. Hanson's had been a surprise to her. She hadn't dreamed it would be that big and long and stiff. He'd almost put it in her, too, almost balled her. If his wife hadn't called him, Vicky would have found out what fucking was like.

The time with Mr. Hanson had been much too short. Vicky hoped to do a lot more exploring and experimenting before her parents returned. She hoped to be able to do it with Mr. Hanson, but she'd take any male who happened by.

That very afternoon, after Mr. Hanson had gone in the house, she got her second chance.

She was still lying on the blanket under the tree, reading a magazine, when the Hanson's son, nineteen year old Kent, walked by. All the kids in the neighborhood used back yards as short cuts, and Kent was hurrying home from somewhere. He almost stepped on Vicky as he ran under the tree. He jogged to avoid her, but he kicked over her bottle of sun tan lotion.

"Oh, hey, sorry," said Kent, stopping to put the bottle upright. "I didn't break it, though."

"That's okay, Kent," said Vicky. "Why don't you stay awhile and talk?"

Kent looked at her. Because she was a year younger than him, he'd always thought of her as just a little kid. He took in her long shining blonde hair, her curvy little figure in the tiny bikini, and the ripe swell of her young tits in the tiny bra. He realized she was far from being a little kid.

"As a matter of fact," he said, ginning, "I'm in a big hurry – to get to the bathroom. But I'll be right back. I'll bring us a couple of Cokes."

"Far out," said Vicky, giving him her most alluring smile.

Waiting for Kent to come back, she felt hot and excited. Maybe today she'd find out about sex at last. Often at night she experimented in her bed, using her finger like a cock, remembering everything she'd read in books. At first she'd hardly been able to get her finger into her funny little hole, but now it was easy, and she could give herself really fantastic sensations. She had a feeling, though, that it wasn't nearly as exciting as the real thing.

Presently she saw Kent returning, strolling over the lawn and carrying two cans of Coke. He was an attractive boy with long brown hair, a sexy grin, and a deep tan. He didn't have his full growth yet, but he was almost six feet tall and his shoulders were starting to broaden. Vicky wondered what his cock looked like, if it was as big as his father's.

Well, if she was lucky, she'd soon find out.

"Here you go," said Kent, opening a can and handing it to her.

"Thanks, Kent," she said. "I'm glad you came back. I haven't talked to you for a long time."

"Yeah, it's strange, isn't it?" he said. "We used to play together all the time when we were little, but after we got in college, we kind of got into different circles."

"Yeah," Vicky said dryly, "you only run around with boys, and I only run around with girls."

"I wouldn't mind running around with girls for a change," said Kent, grinning. "But so far I've never even had enough money to take a girl to the movies."

"You mean you ye never had a date?" said Vicky. "Neither have I. My parents won't let me till I'm eighteen. What a drag. Kent, don't you wonder sometimes?"

"About what?" said Kent, draining his Coke.

"About sex," said Vicky.

He gawked at her, blushing slightly through his tan. "Sure," he said. "As a matter of fact, I wonder about it a lot."

"Me, too," said Vicky. "I'm just dying to find out what it's like."

Kent kept staring at her. He couldn't decide if she was issuing an invitation or not, but it seemed unlikely. It seemed too good to be true. So far his total sexual experience consisted of one kiss and one feel in the schoolyard when no one was looking. He was aching to try a lot more than that. All the older boys said that fucking was the most fun thing in the world.

"Me, too," he said carefully. "I can hardly wait to find out what it's like. I suppose we'll have to wait a long time, though."

"Why?" said Vicky. "What's wrong with right now?"

Kent blushed again. He couldn't believe she wasn't just putting him on. She was such a foxy chick, it seemed impossible that she'd be interested in him.

"Why, nothing's wrong with right now," he said. "In fact I think it's a great time."

"Well?" said Vicky.

He still didn't believe it, but he decided to take a chance. The most she could do was slap his face or say no. He scooted over next to her, leaned toward her, and kissed her.

Vicky didn't pull away. She kissed him back as if she really liked it. Kent got bolder, and wriggled his tongue into her mouth. According to the older guys, that was how you were supposed to kiss if you really meant business. Vicky's lips parted easily, and she tickled her tongue against his.

Kent was cautious. She still might just be playing games. There were girls who did that – "cockteasers" they were called. He kissed her slowly, lingeringly, working his tongue all around in her mouth. Vicky stuck her tongue into his mouth and explored him.

"Oh, wow," Kent sighed when it was over.

He slipped his arm around her shoulders, and she didn't pull away. She smiled at him and leaned back, and they lay down on the blanket. The whole length of her body was pressed against his. Kent, increasingly excited, kissed her again.

Vicky saw that it was going to be an interesting afternoon, even if Kent did move kind of slowly. His father had been much faster. Hoping to get him excited, she shoved her tongue into his mouth and ran it all around, tickling and teasing him. Kent began to breathe very hard, and he tightened his embrace. Vicky wiggled her body against him, but all he did was kiss. It was pleasant, but she wanted to do a lot more than that.

Then she got an idea.

Pulling away from him, she sat up and said, "Ooo, my sunburn hurts. Will you put some lotion on me, Kent?" It had worked with his father, so why not with him?

"Oh, sure," said Kent, picking up the lotion bottle.

Vicky smiled at him and took off the top of her bikini.

Kent stared and stared. He'd never seen real live tits before, just pictures of them in magazines. He thought Vicky's tits were much more beautiful than anything in photos. They weren't as big as some of the jugs in Playboy, but they were round and sweet and perfect, and she had beautiful light pink nipples.

"You can start with my front," she said.

She lay back on the blanket, her pretty little breasts thrusting up firm and pointed. Kent gawked. He couldn't believe what he'd heard. His voice came out cracked and horny.

"You mean on your-your…" he said.

"Yes, on my breasts," said Vicky calmly.

Kent quickly dumped a big puddle of sun tan lotion into his hand and knelt beside her. He still thought he must be dreaming. He was going to touch real tits for the first time, and he didn't even have to work for it.

He laid his lotion-smeared hands on her round plump breasts and began to rub. It was even better than he'd dreamed. He hadn't known tits would be so soft and silky yet so firm. They were a delight to touch. As he got bolder, he gently squeezed and molded them, one in each hand.

Vicky seemed to enjoy it. She just lay there and smiled at him encouragingly. It was blowing his mind. It was doing more than that – he could feel his cock starting to get hard. Christ, he hoped she wouldn't notice.

But Vicky did notice. Intensely curious about the opposite sex, she noted all Kent's reactions. She glanced at his crotch and saw a strange transformation taking place. A lump was growing there, just under the fly of his jeans. She remembered some older girls talking about something they called a "hard-on". Maybe this was it, but she didn't know what it was for.

It felt so nice when Kent fondled her naked breasts. It had felt nice when his father did it, too. Vicky was surprised to find out that her breasts were a source of pleasure. Each time Kent cupped and gently squeezed her tits, she felt a hot glow in her pussy, an answering warmth.

"Ummm, that's really nice, Kent," she murmured. "I like it."

"I like it, too," he said earnestly.

He had a feeling she really meant it. She was purring and smiling as he played with her pretty lotion-slick boobs, and he could feel the little rounds swelling up under his hands. He was getting pretty excited himself.

A crazy idea came to him. He didn't know why, but he wanted to put his mouth on her, explore her with his tongue. Since she'd let him go this far, maybe she wouldn't mind. Kent bent low over the smiling girl and gently kissed one of her pretty pink nipples. Then he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tickle the rosy little nub, running his slick tongue tip around and around it.

"Ooooo!" Vicky squealed. "Yeah, Kent, I really dig that…"

Hot streaks of pleasure and excitement coursed down her body, right from her wetly stroked nipple to her aroused juicing pussy. Her nipple was very sensitive, and each delicate stroke of Kent's hot tongue made her sigh with delight. This was one thing his father hadn't done to her.

Kent found that he enjoyed licking the tender little pink nub, and he let his horny instincts carry him on to more experimentation. He closed his lips around the soft silky nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He began to suck on it, gently at first, then with increasing hunger.

"Oooo," Vicky crooned, "Oooo, yeah…"

Having her nipple sucked felt even better. Kent's mouth was juicy and hot around her. She was getting heavily aroused, her young virgin pussy steaming up and growing wet and swollen. She was glad now that Kent hadn't hurried like his father. There were so many delicious experiments they could make if they took their time.

Kent felt Vicky's nipple suddenly going hard and bumpy in his mouth. It was sort of like a cock-stand, he thought, an erection. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple, which was still soft and tender. He sucked it hotly, wetly, and soon achieved the same feat. The silky nub went hard and pebbly on his tongue.

He wanted to explore more of her. He began kissing her body downwards, working from her swollen hot tits to her navel and onto her taut tan belly. Vicky didn't protest. She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He wondered if he could achieve his ultimate goal, a look at her pussy.

He was kissing right at the waistband of her panties, his lips brushing fine golden hairs. His chin pressed against her soft springy in muff, and he felt heat radiating from her. He was dying to now what it looked like there in that mysterious place between her legs.

He gathered his courage. She'd let him do so much so far, maybe she'd let him do this. He touched the little bows that fastened her bikini panties.

"Vicky," he said, "may I…"

"What, Kent?" she said, smiling at him. "What do you want to do?"

He blushed scarlet, and his voice played tricks on him again, coming out horny and croaky. "I-I want to take off your bathing suit," he said.

"Oh, sure," said Vicky, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Go ahead. But it's not fair for just me to be undressed. You have to take your clothes, too."

He hadn't thought it was possible to blush any harder, but he did. He'd never undressed in front of a girl before. But if it was the only way to see Vicky's pussy, then, dammit, he'd do it.

Vicky watched as Kent pulled off his T-shirt. He had a nice smooth tan hairless chest, so different from his father. Mr. Hanson, stripped to the waist for lawn mowing, was covered with hair, like a gorilla. She'd found that kind of exciting, but she thought Kent's youthful smoothness was more pleasing.

Blushing dark red all over, he unzipped his jeans and began to ease them down. Vicky watched, wide-eyed, for her second sight of cock. Kent wasn't wearing shorts, so she didn't have to wait long. He blushed and voided his eyes as he skinned off his jeans.

Kent's cock wasn't as big as his father's, not as long or as thick, but Vicky thought it was more attractive. Mr. Hanson was so hairy. She remembered her brief glimpse of his prick and balls, her impression of a jungle of wiry brown and gray hairs all over his crotch. Kent had a small neat brown bush, and his cock and balls sprouted cleanly from it. His young nut sacs were smooth and pink and hairless. His cock looked more pale and satiny than his father's. The stalk was white, with a fine tracery of blue veins. The head was cherry-red with a little dark slit.

If his cock wasn't as big as his father's, it was just as stiff. It hugged his belly tautly, looking about to burst with swollen tension. Vicky's curiosity was aroused.

"Kent," she said, "what's a hard-on?"

He couldn't seem to stop blushing. "Well, it's when a guy's cock gets hard, when he gets horny," he said.

"You mean it's not always that way?" she said. The only cocks she'd ever seen were hard.

"Oh, no," said Kent. "Usually it's soft, a lot smaller than this. It's only when a guy makes love that it gets hard." That wasn't quite true. He'd never made love, and it seemed to him that his dick was hard all the time lately. He had to jack off a lot to make it go down.

"May I touch it?" said Vicky.

Oh, Christ, it was just too much. His wildest fantasies were coming true this afternoon. Imagine a girl ASKING to touch his cock! He just couldn't believe his luck.

"Sure," he said as casually as he could, "go ahead."

Eagerly Vicky reached out and touched his erect straining cock. She ran her fingers up and down its hot silky length, then down onto his swollen taut balls. It felt so good, so exciting, that Kent almost came.

She began rubbing his balls, looking at them intently. Kent remembered that he had her permission to take off her panties, and he quickly untied the little strings and drew the garment off from where he was kneeling, all he could see was a pretty little puff of golden hair. He wanted to see more, but this attention was distracted by the fierce waves of pleasure radiating from his balls as Vicky stroked him.

"Christ," he said, "that feels great."

"What are these things, anyhow?" said Vicky, giving his nut sacs a playful squeeze.

"Hey, not too hard," Kent yelped. "A guy is really sensitive there. That's my balls, testicles – where the come is stored."

Vicky nodded, pleased. She was learning a lot today. She curled her fingers around Kent's stiff pale dick and began to pump it gently, teasingly. He moaned and shivered, apparently digging it.

"Yet," he sighed, "oh, yeah."

From the little dark slit at the head of his cock Vicky saw a bright pearly droplet of juice forming. Curious, she moved closer and watched it turn into a big bubble of glistening cream. It spilled over and down onto her fingers. She had a crazy urge to find out what that juice smelled and tasted like. She bent even closer, stuck out her little pink tongue, and wedged the wet tip into Kent's creaming asshole. He tasted nice.

"Awww, Christ," he moaned.

"Does that feel okay?" Vicky asked.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly, "it feels fantastic."

She did it again, wriggling her hot tongue tip in his shadowy slit-mouth. More juice bubbled out, and she licked it up and swallowed it. She wanted more. Hungrily she opened her mouth and popped Kent's rigid hot peter inside. She began to suck it.

"AWWWW!" Kent bawled. "Oh, Christ, yeah, Vicky, suck me… Suck my cock…"

Not in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined a teen girl sucking his dick. He'd thought he'd be lucky if it ever happened in his whole life. Now the sexy little neighbor girl was doing it to him, sucking loudly and wetly, like his cock was candy.

It felt terrific. Searing pleasure melted his belly, and he wanted to come very badly.

Vicky discovered that cocksucking was a real turn-on. She liked having the fat silky prick in her mouth, got off on the sucking motion. Kent's delicious juices dribbled onto her taste buds, and she savored them before swallowing. She pressed more and more of his hard hot meat into her mouth, till she had it all and his silky taut balls were rubbing his chin.

Kent was too excited to hold out a moment longer. He tried to warn her, but all he did was yelp, and then he was shooting his load into her mouth, panting, swaying dizzily.

Vicky was taken by surprise when Kent's cock suddenly gave a violent twitch and began shooting loads and loads of tasty juice into her mouth. She gulped fast to get it all. Then his prick went little and soft and limp on her tongue, and it slipped out of her mouth.

She looked up at Kent. His face was very red, and he was grinning blissfully.

"Hey," she said, "what happened? How come your cock did that?"

"I came," he said. "Sorry – I tried to tell you, but it happened too fast."

Vicky looked at his cock. Now it was just a little wrinkled worm, kind of funny-looking, and much smaller than it had been.

"Is that how it usually looks?" she said.

"Yeah," said Kent. He felt embarrassed when she gawked at his poor shriveled-up dick, and he wanted to distract her. "Hey, it's my turn to look at you," he said.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot," said Vicky. "Okay, go ahead and look."

Again it was so easy, he could hardly believe his luck. She just flopped onto her back and spread her legs wide so he could have a good look at her pussy. He scrambled around and knelt between her legs. His eyes widened.

Girls certainly were different from boys, he discovered. No cock, no balls, just a pretty scarlet slit of flesh. There was a fine fringe of golden hair around it all, growing down from the bright puff of her muff. At the very center of her body was a little dark hole, glistening with juice, and he guessed it was her cunt.

That was what he was looking for. If only he could get his cock in there and lose his virginity at last. If only he hadn't been an idiot and come in her mouth instead. His cock was soft and useless.

Well, at least he could explore. Gingerly he pried open the furry lips of her cunt and found that they were naked and pink and moist inside. There was a funny little red dot of flesh, too. He touched it with the tip of his finger, rubbed, and Vicky gave a squeal of pleasure.

"Ooooo, yeah, touch me there," she said. "What is this thing, anyhow?" said Kent.

"I don't know," Vicky panted, "but it sure feels great when you rub it. Not too hard… Oh, yeah, that's good…"

He could tell she was really getting off on it. As he gently but steadily rubbed her small fleshy button, cream began to flow from her small cunt mouth, making her slit glisten. She moaned and rubbed her pussy against his hand. He got another crazy idea.

"Hey, Vicky," he said, "tell me how this feels."

He bent down till his face was brushing the fine tickling hairs of her muff, and he stuck out his tongue to fuck and rim the little red shaft of her clit. She moaned hoarsely.

"Oh, Kent," she gasped, "that's terrific… I just love it… Keep doing it, please… Lick meeee!"

He lashed her hot pulsing bud with his tongue, and Vicky seemed to go wild. Suddenly she threw her legs up and twined them around his neck, urging his face down into her steamy fragrant crotch. Kent pressed his lips to her squirting little clit and began to suck on it. She screeched with pleasure, and a flood of hot cream gushed from her cunt, soaking his chin.

"Yes, yesss," she moaned, "suck meeee… Oh, ohhhh!"

Her body went into ecstatic convulsions, and she felt herself coming, really coming, for the first time. She'd brought herself off with her fingers before, but it wasn't nearly as good as this. She writhed and howled and wailed as the delicious spasms shook her body.

At last she lay still, grinning, catching her breath. Kent raised his head and looked at her wonderingly.

"Man, you really came," he said.

"I sure did," Vicky said happily. "Listen, Kent, let's really do it – I mean, fuck. I'm dying to try it."

"Me, too," said Kent, "only I'm not hard. I gotta get hard before we can do it."

Vicky grinned, reached for his limp wet cock, and began to pump it. It didn't take long at all. Just having her touch him was a turn-on, and her brisk pump got him hard in no lime. He was terrifically excited. At last he was going to get into a girl, at last he was going to get laid.

"Kent!" his mother called. "Kent, you come home right now! You're late for dinner!"

"Oh, hell," Kent moaned. "I'll have to go, or she'll come looking for me. Goddammit all to hell."

Vicky was disappointed, but she knew he'd be back. She figured his father would be back, too. One way or another she was going to find out about fucking – if only Mrs. Hanson would quit spoiling things. Twice now that old bitch had spoiled her fun.

Vicky sighed and rubbed her aroused wet clit. She was so horny. It seemed like she was horny all the time…