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

CHAPTER THREE

"That's final, Kent," June said. "You're grounded for the evening."

"Aw, Mom," Kent moaned, "please. I promised the guys I'd meet them at the movies."

"Then you just won't show up," June said firmly. "I've asked you again and again to be on time for dinner, and today you were late as usual. Maybe missing that movie will help you remember."

Kent, who had wanted to get out of the house to see Vicky again, looked pleadingly at his father. "Dad?" he said.

Rod shook his head. "Sorry, son, but I agree with your mother. You've got to learn to be on time."

"Fuck," Kent said under his breath.

"What did you say?" June asked.

"I said, 'Lousy luck'," Kent replied. He shoved away from the dinner table and stood up.

"Oh, Kent," said his sister Patty, a freckle-faced teen, "as long as you're not going anywhere, maybe you could help me with the dishes."

"I think that's an excellent idea," said June. Kent didn't want to make his mother any angrier than she already was, so he reluctantly began clearing the able. While their parents went into the living room, Kent and Patty stacked the dishes in the kitchen.

"I'm not gonna wash them," Kent said to Patty.

"Oh, I think you'd better be nice to me, big brother," said Patty, tossing hair. "I happen to know why you were late for dinner."

Kent turned scarlet. "What do you mean?" he said.

Patty grinned evilly. "I saw you," she said. "I saw you with Vicky, under the tree."

"Oh, yeah?" Kent said, trying to keep cool. "And just what did you see, nosy?"

"I saw you kissing her," Patty said triumphantly.

Kent guffawed. "Oh, that's pretty serious," he said. "So that's what you saw, huh? Kissing? Oh, man, is that all?"

"I was in a hurry," said Patty. "I didn't want to be late for dinner. But I ran up the tree, and I saw you kissing her. If you don't want me to tell Mom, you better stay and help me with these dishes."

What the hell, he didn't have anything so to do. He was relieved that his sister hadn't seen more. Next time he saw Vicky – and he hoped it would be soon – he'd have to be more careful.

"You wash," he said, "I'll dry."

He picked up the towel, but as he dried the dishes, his thoughts were entirely on Vicky and the exciting things they'd done that afternoon. He'd come so damned close to balling her, too. If he could just get her alone again, he wouldn't let anything stop him.

Kent would have been astounded to know that his father was thinking exactly the same thing.

Rod and June sat in the living room watching television, but Rod didn't see the screen and could not have told you what the program was about. All day he'd been able to think of nothing but that sexy little neighbor girl, Vicky. He kept going back in his mind to that tantalizing moment when he was touching her with his cock, just touching the moist hot mouth of her little cunt, and then June had called him and spoiled everything.

He had to get back to Vicky, he just had to. Just thinking about her, he felt his cock twitching with interest, growing hard. He felt that if he didn't get laid soon, he'd die of frustration.

He stood up, turning quickly so June wouldn't see the bulge of his crotch. "I've got a sudden craving for some ice cream," he said. "I think I'll walk over to the shopping center. Can I bring you anything, honey?"

June, engrossed in the program, muttered, "Oh, no, thanks."

Rod hurried out of the house. The night was warm, no need for a jacket, and the moon was full. He only wondered, now that he'd made his escape, how he was going to find Vicky. He couldn't just go knock on her door and ask if she wanted to fuck.

Gloomily, aching with lust, he strolled across his yard and into the neighbors', scanning Vicky's house. There was only one light on, in the living room. Rod crept silently up to the window and peered in.

Vicky was alone, watching television. She looked moody and bored. She slouched in a chair, wearing shorts and shirt, her long coltish legs stuck out and slightly spread. As Rod watched, she gave a big sigh and suddenly put her hand on her crotch.

She began to rub herself, right over the spot where her clit was. Her expression softened, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips. She rubbed faster, harder. A look of sensual pleasure came over her pert young face. A little spot of moisture appeared on the crotch of her shorts.

Rod grinned. He couldn't have come at a better time. She was alone and unmistakably horny.

He tapped softly at the window. Vicky started, gawked, and then sprang out of her chair. She hurried over to the window and looked at his shadowy features, then grinned. She pointed towards the front door.

Rod hurried around to the front of the house, and Vicky let him inside. "Your parents," he whispered, "where are they?"

She laughed and spoke in a normal voice. "They're in Hawaii, for a whole week. My Grandma's here, staying with me, but she's half deaf and she goes to sleep at eight. Come on, it's perfectly safe."

Rod was still a little nervous. He went to the foot of the stairs and listened for movement, but all he heard was a faint and steady snoring. Vicky was right – Grandma was out for the count. He relaxed.

Vicky turned off the TV and led him over to the couch. They sat down, grabbed each other, and started kissing hungrily. Rod felt like a teenager again. He hadn't tried to make a girl on a couch since he was courting June, eighteen years ago. He hadn't succeeded then – June had insisted on being a virgin bride – but he intended to succeed this time.

Vicky was overjoyed to see Mr. Hanson. It had looked like a really draggy evening till he showed up. Grandma wasn't too alert, but she did insist that Vicky stay indoors at night. There was nothing to do but watch the tube. She was horny as usual, and she kept thinking about all the delicious things she'd done that afternoon with Mr. Hanson and Kent. She got so aroused, she just had to start playing with herself.

Now that wouldn't be necessary, for Mr. Hanson would take care of her lust. She was sure he knew exactly what to do about it.

"Christ," said Rod, "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Me, too," said Vicky. "I mean, I've been thinking about you, Mr. Hanson."

"Call me Rod," he said. "What were you thinking about, Vicky?"

She grinned mischievously and began unbuttoning his shirt. "Oh, all the fun things we did," she said. "It was really a gas."

"Yeah, it was," said Rod. "I was hoping we could do more of it tonight."

"Oh, for sure," said Vicky, opening his shirt. "I'd just love that, Mr. – I mean, Rod."

Like his son earlier in the day, Rod just couldn't believe his luck. There she was, a teenage beauty, just about the most delicious little piece of ass he'd ever seen – and she was perfectly willing to do anything he wanted.

She had opened his shirt and was gawking at his thickly-matted chest. She ran her hands over the crisp brown and gray curls. Rod hoped she found him attractive. His hair was beginning to thin and go gray, but otherwise he was in pretty good shape – hard and muscular and strong. He was just old enough to be her father, that was all.

He reached for her shirt, drawing it off over her head, tousling her shining blonde hair. Naturally she wasn't wearing a bra – it seemed like no young girl did any more. Watching them in the supermarket, their little tits wobbling under tight shirts, drove him crazy. Vicky's adorable little orange-sized boobs quivered into view, and Rod felt his cock going rock-hard.

He reached out and cupped her soft warm tits. They fit his hands perfectly. His wife's breasts were a lot bigger, great silky melons that overflowed his palms, but June just didn't turn him on any more. He'd made love to the same woman for eighteen years, and he was starved for novelty.

Vicky didn't even blush when he cupped and squeezed her firm pointy tits. She just smiled at him, a friendly smile, and went on running her fingers through his chest hair. Rod smiled back and began to rub her pretty pink nipples with his thumbs, teasing them into taut erection.

"That feels so exciting, Rod," she purred.

It felt exciting to him, too. It was like an erotic fantasy come true, to be playing with her cute young tits, to have a lovely teenage girl half naked and willing in his arms. It was just too good to be true, in fact. He half expected Grandma to come thundering down the stairs and whack him with an umbrella.

"You're sure your grandmother won't hear us?" he said.

"No way," Vicky grinned. "When she goes to bed, she takes off her hearing aid. Forget it. She won't wake up fill morning."

Reassured, Rod eased Vicky down onto the couch and stretched out beside her. He ran his hand down her silky body and found the zipper of her shorts. He got it open, slipped his hand inside, and touched the sweet little puff of her muff.

"Do you like to be touched there, Vicky?" he said.

"Ummm, yes," she murmured. "I like everything you do, Rod."

While he petted and squeezed her plump little mound, her hand crept down to his fly and tugged at the zipper. Rod felt like he had died and gone to heaven. It just couldn't be true. This sexy little chick couldn't want HIM. And yet when he felt her warm little hand on his erect and throbbing prick, he knew she did.

June turned off the TV and glanced at her watch. It was late, Rod should have been home a long time ago. It couldn't have taken all that time just to buy ice cream. She figured he'd stopped at a bar, and no doubt he was deep in conversation with other bored husbands. She didn't blame him.

Their sex life was a big zero, and had been for several years now. They didn't excite each other, and lately they'd just stopped fucking altogether. The only problem with that was, she didn't stop wanting sex. She ached for it, in fact, longed for it.

She was so horny right now, she could have screamed. There was nothing to be done about it, though, so she might as well get her mind off it. Perhaps a cool shower would help. June went upstairs to the master bedroom and began to undress.

She glanced at her body in the full-length mirror on the closet door. Really, she wasn't that bad-looking. She was a dark-haired woman with a smooth olive complexion and an opulent, richly curved body. She still got whistles and leers on the streets. She was in fact a very desirable woman – to everyone but her husband.

June slipped off her size-D bra and watched her large but firm breasts quiver into their natural shape. They were smooth and tan except for the small white circle covered by her bikini. Her nipples were large, the color of coffee and cream. She remembered how Rod used to love to play with her tits, when they were first married. Now she might as well have been flat-chested, for all he noticed.

She stepped out of her panties and regarded her reflection. Her bush was raven-black, triangular, lush. Rod used to bury his face in it, burrowing his tongue through the silky hairs to find her clit. She remembered the intense excitement she'd felt then, as his scalding tongue touched her tender hot bud…

But it was silly to get herself so worked up; her marriage was over, as far as sex was concerned.

Better get in the shower fast, let the cold water quench her mounting lust…

June threw on a sheer white negligee which did not hide the dark points of her nipples or the black triangle of her muff. It was late, no one would see her. She stepped into the hall and started for the bathroom.

She was about ten feet from the door when her son Kent stepped out of the bathroom, stark naked.

They stood there and gawked at each other in a long long moment that seemed an eternity. June hadn't seen her son naked since he was a little boy and still couldn't dress himself. She was astonished at the change in his body. Why, he was almost a man.

Tall, tan, still damp from the shower, Kent stood frozen before her. She saw how his shoulders were broadening, his waist and hips slim and trim. He had a neat patch of brown curls at the base of his belly, but no hair on his chest. She gazed helplessly at his crotch. His young testicles were rosy pink, swaying slightly. His cock, though flaccid, was much bigger and longer than she'd remembered – almost adult-size. It looked pale and pure and clean to her, the head smooth and dull-rose in color.

His young cock dangled, swayed, enticingly before her eyes. She imagined it stiffening, swelling – and to her horror, she felt a sharp burst of lust, a glow of heat and wetness in her pussy.

Kent gawked at his mother. He'd never seen her without her clothes on, not even in a nightgown. That thing she was wearing, some kind of robe, was almost as clear as glass. He could see the heavy ripe outline of her big breasts, the large brown pointed nipples. He saw the dark triangle of her mans, a luxuriant pout of black curls. Her whole body was outlined, tall and curved and voluptuous, just like the mature sensual women of his horny fantasies.

For the first time that day, he forgot Vicky. She seemed like a skinny little kid compared to his gorgeous raven-haired mother. He thought longingly of touching her ripe warm body, her long swelling tits – and to his mortification, his cock jerked into stiff erection, hugging his belly.

June saw it, too. For a fleeting moment she imagined that beautiful stiff white dick inside her, and she almost moaned with longing. Then she blushed furiously and forced herself to look away.

"Kent," she said shakily, "I didn't expect you to be up so late."

"Sorry, Mom," he said, blushing, too, "I couldn't sleep. I thought a shower might help."

"I was going to take one, too," said June. "Excuse me."

Mother and son brushed by each other in the hall, faces red with shame, each with his own guilty thoughts. June hurried into the bathroom, locked the door, and leaned against it, trembling and moaning. My God, what was the matter with her? She was horny, yes, but that didn't excuse what she'd just done.

She had gotten violently lusty for her own teenage son.

Rod slipped off Vicky's panties and let them drop onto the rug. He had her completely naked now, and he took a long sweet moment to ogle her superb young body. She was all tan silk, not a wrinkle or a blemish on her. Her apple-shaped tits stood up firm and proud, capped with little strawberry-colored nipples. Her tiny blonde muff puff glistened, clean and crisp. Her girlish face was smiling and glowing with innocent lust.

In fact she looked good enough to eat.

Rod grinned down at her and said, "Here's a game I think you'll like, Vicky."

Vicky waited eagerly to see what he was going to teach her next. Rod seemed to know everything about sex, all the delicious things there were to do. He stood up now and quickly dropped his pants and shorts. Vicky's brown eyes widened as his erect dick popped into view, swaying heavily before him.

He lay down next to her, only backwards, so that his big stiff cock tickled her face and she could feel his hot moist breath on her naked muff. She was very excited. She'd never had such a close view of his cock before.

"Now you just do whatever comes into your baby," he said, "and I'll do whatever I want."

Vicky wished he'd be more specific. She was new at the game and had no idea what to do. She wanted to please him, though, and she knew one thing he'd like for sure. She slipped her hand under his big swollen hairy balls and began to caress them. They were hot and pulsing, exciting to touch.

"Ummmm, yeah," said Rod, "that's nice. Now I'll do something nice for you."

Vicky felt her parting her legs wide, then his heavy hot breathing on her exposed slit. She waited, eager and excited, and then a dizzying wave of pleasure ripped through her body. Rod was using his tongue all over her pussy, licking and probing and lapping deliciously right from her sensitive little red clit down to the tight bumpy mouth of her anus.

"Ooooo!" she squealed. "Oooo, Rod, I love that."

She heard him chuckle. Then she felt his thick wet tongue zeroing in on her cunt, the most sensitive organ of her body. His flexible tongue tip tickled around and around the tiny moist bud, and Vicky gasped and moaned with heavy pleasure.

"Oh, yessss," she sighed, "lick meee."

Rod lashed her little wet button into taut and tingling erection, making the excited girl squeal and writhe. There was no doubting her arousal. She could not have faked the hot gush of cream from her cunt that wet his face. Her hand tightened convulsively on his swollen balls, almost hurting him, and he thought of asking her to stop – but just then she moved her hand onto his prick, curling her fingers around it, pumping excitedly.

"That's nice, baby," he said, sighing. "I'd dig it even more if you used your tongue, like I'm doing to you."

Vicky obeyed instantly, eager to please. Holding his erect and straining prick lightly in her hand, she stuck out her cute little pink tongue and began to lick the rigid pole from base to head, moving rapidly up and down.

"Yeah, YEAH," Rod gasped. "That's great, honey. Don't stop…"

Her wet hot little tongue tickled deliciously up and down the bloated sensitive shaft of his cock, arousing him hotly. He returned the favor, burrowing his thick rough tongue into the tender pink folds of her pussy. He licked and probed everywhere, inside the plump lips of her cunt, around and around the fat red bud of her clit, even over the wrinkled light-brown mouth of her asshole.

Vicky responded with squeals of pleasure and floods of steamy fragrant cunt juice that soaked his face. She felt ready to explode with pleasure, very near that blissful release which Kent had called "coming". In her excitement she grew more and more daring in her tongue-play on his rigid swollen meat.

Rod gasped with delight when he felt her velvety wet tongue tip worming mischievously into his creaming asshole. He wondered where a teenager girl learned things like that – but he didn't wonder long. He was carried away on another powerful wave of pleasure as Vicky fastened her lips around the big knobby purple head of his dick and sucked it inside.

"Oh, Christ, yeah," he moaned, "suck my cock, baby, suck it…"

Vicky remembered how excited Kent had been that afternoon when she took his prick in her mouth – so excited that he'd come right then and there. She wondered if she could perform the same trick with his father. It would be fun to try.

The only problem was, Rod's cock was so much longer and thicker than his son's. She sucked and sucked, till the hard drooling head was butting her throat, and still she couldn't get all of it into her mouth. Her lips were stretched almost painfully by his thickness. Gamely the pretty teenager sucked on his huge distended dick, swallowing his salty juice as it dribbled from his aroused cock-head.

"Oh, Jesus," Rod moaned. "Eat me, baby, eat me…"

He tried to go on tonguing her ripe pink pussy, but he was just getting too damned excited. In fact he knew he was going to come in her mouth if she didn't stop. That would be fun – but at another time. He had yet to get into that tiny teenage box of hers, and he wanted to do it now.

"That's enough, honey," he gasped. "Wait…"

He quickly shifted his position, his spit-soaked cock popping from her mouth. He knelt between her slim legs, seized his achingly full prick, and thrust the fat purple head into the moist little pit of her cunt mouth. He let himself down on her, moaning.

Vicky gasped as she felt a cock pushing into her for the very first time. It was big, incredibly big, and it seemed to fill her whole belly. It didn't hurt, though, and as Rod ploughed steadily into her, stuffing her wet narrow little cunt, she felt mounting excitement. At last he was all the way in, his furry balls resting against her pussy. Vicky sighed and writhed blissfully around the thick hard pole of his dick.

"Is it okay, honey?" Rod panted. "Does it hurt?"

"Nooo," she sighed. "No, it's great, Rod. It feels sooo good… Are we fucking now?"

He chuckled, "Yeah, baby, we're fucking, NOW…"

He began to move in her. She was so tight and slick and burning hot inside that he couldn't hold back his ecstatic moans. He'd never fucked anything so sweet, not since those first days with June. Her little teenage cunt was snug and velvety around him.

"Oooo," Vicky squealed, "Ooooo… Yes, yes, fuck meee… I love it, Rod, I just love it…"

She wasn't kidding. Fucking was by far the most fun thing they'd done yet. She loved the thick hard cock moving inside her, making delicious searing friction. She creamed helplessly around it, and her instincts led her to throw her little legs around Rod's waist, digging in, forcing his cock right up to her womb.

His wonderfully thick hard prick moved faster and faster in her, and suddenly a violent blast of pleasure rocked her body. She sailed away with it, squealing her delight, coming in mind-blasting convulsions. Just as her spasms were dying down, she heard Rod moan loudly, and then there was a big blast of juice inside her.

Vicky grinned over his sweat-soaked shoulder. At last she knew what fucking was like. It was the greatest thing in the world, and she intended to do a lot more of it – as much as she could get.

Rod tiptoed into the dim bedroom and began to undress. June was sleeping soundly, to his relief. It was a hot night, and she had kicked off the covers. She was naked, and Rod savored the voluptuous outline of her body in the faint moonlight. Really, June had it all over Vicky when it came to figures. For the first lime in months, Rod realized he had a very attractive wife.

It was strange, but he felt a sudden attack of horniness. He'd just left Vicky, but he felt his cock rising to life again as he slipped into bed and ogled the ripe white curve of June's beautiful ass. He'd been horny so long, for so many months, maybe he was making up for lost time.

She lay on her side, her back to him, and Rod snuggled up to her, fitting her warm silky butt into his lap. His cock was hard again, already drooling lusty juices. He slipped his arm around June and cupped one of her big melon-tits. She murmured something but did not move.

He seized his swollen stiff dick and eased it between her warm soft thighs, into the moist little valley of her cunt mouth. He pushed into her, thrusting deeply and urgently, and at last June stirred.

"Ummm," she murmured, "Ummm!"

Still half asleep, she had a crazy vision of her son Kent snuggled behind her, pushing his stiff young cock into her starved welcoming twat. It felt so good. She'd needed it for so long…

"Yes, darling," she said, "yesss…"