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

CHAPTER FIVE

June woke up feeling uneasy, vaguely ashamed. For a moment she didn't know what was bothering her – and then the memory flooded over her, full-force. She turned scarlet, moaned in mortification.

My God, the things she'd done last night… It was bad enough to have taken Rod's cock in her mouth, sucked on it like a shameless whore, swallowed his come. It was even worse that, all the while she was blowing her husband, she was pretending to do it with her own teenage son.

June leaped out of bed. Rod stirred, then snored again. Good – she didn't want to face him just now. He knew her guilty secret, or at least part of it. It was his cock she'd sucked, his come she'd eaten. In all the years of their marriage she'd never done anything so shameless and wicked.

He also knew damned well that she'd been thinking of someone else while she did it. Thank God he didn't know who…

June quickly got dressed and went to the kitchen. Kent was there, raiding the refrigerator, and she couldn't look him in the eye. Why, he was just an innocent boy. How could she have had such evil lusty thoughts about him? She hated herself.

"Would you like me to fry you some eggs, Kent?" she said shakily.

"Aw, no, Mom," he said, "I'll just grab what I can find. I gotta leave."

"Oh?" said June. "Where are you going?"

It looked to her as if he blushed, butte quickly turned away.

"I'm just meeting some guys," he said.

"Well, be back by two o'clock, then," said June. "I'll be taking you and Patty to the pool for your lessons."

"Okay, Mom," said Kent. "See ya later."

She watched him leave. True, his body was changing, he was becoming a man, but he was still only a teen, in many ways. It was crazy of her to have sexual thoughts about him. Why, he probably didn't even think about girls yet.

Kent escaped from the house with a sigh of relief. He'd been afraid his mother would think of some chore for him to do. It seemed like years since he'd been with Vicky, and he felt like he couldn't wait a moment longer.

He hurried across the back yards, stopping to have a look under the big spreading tree. She wasn't there. It was still morning, maybe she wasn't up yet. He hesitated about knocking at her door. Then he heard her calling him: "Kent! Kent, over here, in my back yard."

He hadn't seen her at first because she was lying on the grass under a huge sun umbrella. Kent ran over and flopped down beside her. She was wearing her little blue bikini. She had placed the umbrella well – they couldn't be seen from her house.

"Hi," she said. "I was hoping you'd get over and see me sooner. What happened?"

"Aw, I was grounded," said Kent. "For being late for dinner yesterday."

He looked at her, remembering very vividly why he had been late. She looked delicious to him, with her long sun-bleached blonde hair, her curvy tan little body, and her round young tits swelling up tightly in the tiny bikini bra.

He'd been so close to fucking her yesterday, getting his very first fuck. He didn't intend to miss the chance to do it today, no matter how often his mother called him, no matter what the punishment.

He grabbed Vicky and started to kiss her hungrily, but she laughed and pushed him away.

"Hey," she said, "don't rush. It's a lot more fun when you take your time."

Kent sighed. He was already trembling with horniness. "But we will do it, won't we, Vicky?" he said anxiously. "I haven't thought about anything else since yesterday."

She grinned mischievously. "Of course we will, Kent. But let's not hurry. There's so many fun things to do. We can start like this."

She sat up and took off the top of her bikini. Her sweet firm tits bobbed out and quivered enticingly before his eyes, the nipples soft and pink, the globes tan and silky.

"Play with me tits, Kent," she said softly. "I really dig that."

Kent reached out with trembling sweaty hands and touched the satiny rounds of her young breasts. He cupped them and gently squeezed. Vicky gave a little sigh of pleasure and leaned back on her elbows, thrusting her chest brazenly forward.

As Kent began to play happily with her tits, he noted that she had no shame about her body, no modesty about removing her clothes. But then there was nothing to be shy about – she was beautiful.

Kent held her perfectly round tits lightly in his hands and began to rub the pert strawberry-colored nipples with his thumbs. The rosy nubs were quick to respond to his touch, going taut and hard and tingling. Vicky sighed.

"Oh, that's so nice, Kent," she said. "See, we really shouldn't hurry. We can have so much fun just taking our time. There are a lot of far-out things we can do. Like this…"

Her hand crept toward his crotch…

Patty Hanson had been up before any of her family, and when Kent left the house she was hiding behind a bush in the back yard, waiting for him. She intended to follow her big brother and see what he was up to. She suspected he was going to go see Vicky again, and if he did, she wanted to know about it.

Patty had always had a crush on her handsome older brother, but since turning a teenager, her feelings had deepened. She was jealous of any girl who paid attention to him. Also Patty was getting very interested in sex. She didn't know much about it yet, but she was anxious to learn. She wanted to see everything Kent did with Vicky.

Kent struck off across the back yard, and Patty followed at a distance, keeping low, keeping him in sight. She was a small girl, barely five feet tall, and her body had just begun to ripen. In her blue jeans and bulky sweatshirt she looked like a boy, except for her copper pigtails. She had a pert freckled face, upturned nose, and large curious green eyes.

Patty was not surprised when she saw her brother going into Vicky's back yard. It was just as she'd expected. She hurried across the lawn connecting the two yards and hid behind a bush. She could hear Kent and Vicky talking, and when she peered out from her hiding place she figured they were behind the big beach umbrella.

She took a chance and skittered to another bush. If Kent and Vicky had been alert, they would have seen her, but they had eyes only for each other. Patty settled down behind the bush and peered out between the leaves. The view was perfect. She could see Vicky and Kent sitting behind the umbrella, talking earnestly.

Suddenly Kent grabbed Vicky and tried to kiss her, but the beautiful blonde neighbor girl laughed and pushed him away, saying something about taking his time.

Patty figured that was the end of it, that Vicky wasn't interested in getting it on with her brother. But just a moment later, Vicky took off the top of her bikini and let Kent touch her tits.

Patty watched, bug-eyed. It was the first time she'd ever seen two people making out. It looked like fun. Kent was red-faced and grinning as he played with Vicky's tits, and Vicky was sighing and smiling as if she really enjoyed it.

Patty reached up under her sweatshirt and felt her own breasts. Of course they weren't as big as Vicky's, dammit, but they had the same sensations. Her mother wouldn't let her wear a bra yet, so there was no clothing in the way. Patty closed her hands around her small pointed breasts and began to squeeze and mold them, just like Kent was doing with Vicky's larger round creamy tits.

It felt nice, very nice. Patty watched the couple intently and saw that Kent was now rubbing his thumbs gently over Vicky's pretty pink nipples. Patty did the same thing to herself. The result was amazing.

As she rubbed her thumbs softly but insistently over her tender little pink nipples, she felt buzzes of pleasant sensation that seemed to run right down her body into that mysterious place between her legs. She began to feel wet, and warm down there.

Her nipples started growing hard and more sensitive. She wondered if the same thing was happening to Vicky. Yes, she could see it now Vicky's pretty little nubs were getting hard and pointed, and Vicky was sighing and squirming under Kent's insistent touch. Before long Patty's tits were swollen and hot, and her little virgin pussy was soaked with her juices, puddling right through the crotch of her panties. She wondered if this was what the older kids meant by the word "horny". She felt like she wanted to rub herself between her legs, too, something she'd never done before – but she wanted to keep her eye on the action between Kent and Vicky.

Vicky's sweet round breasts were swollen up, too, and she was sighing louder as Kent continued to play happily with her tits. As if she just couldn't sit still any longer, couldn't remain passive, Vicky reached out and put her hand on the fly of Kent's jeans. She found the zipper and tugged at it.

Patty's eyes widened. She'd been dying to know what her brother's peter looked like, and maybe, thanks to Vicky, she'd get a peek.

Patty could remember way back when she was three and Kent was five, and their mother had bathed them together. It was one of her earliest memories, yet she recalled vividly that strange organ between her brother's legs, that thing she didn't have. She recalled it as a tiny white worm that floated and bobbed in the bath water. Sometimes when their mother left the room, Kent would pee in the bathtub, and Patty would watch enviously as he made a high wide arc of yellow. She wished she had one of those handy little things to pee with.

Well, now she was teenager, and she knew that peters were not just for pissing. She'd heard bits of information from older girls at school. Peters got very big, the girls said, and were used for something called "fucking" which would result in making a baby.

Patty wanted to know all about this. She watched intently, hardly breathing, as Vicky unzipped Kent's fly and wriggled her hand, inside it.

Vicky drew out Kent's peter and let it lie on the palm of her hand for a moment, admiring it. Patty got a good look. It certainly had grown since he was five. It seemed huge to Patty, a good five inches long and very thick. She wondered why he needed such a big one.

Still letting the soft white organ rest on her palm, Vicky began to stroke and pet it, softly but teasingly. In a few seconds, before Patty's astonished eyes, Kent's cock did a very strange thing.

First it twitched, with a life of its own, and then it began to rise. It jerked and twitched into stiffness and rose right off Vicky's palm, snapping up to hug his belly. At the same time it got much longer and thicker and took on a rosy color.

Patty saw now that the head of his peter was fatter than the rest and deeper red in color. It had a strange dark mouth like a slit. Vicky tugged his jeans down farther, and Patty saw a little patch of brown hair at the base of his peter. Under that was a pair of rosy fleshy sacs. Vicky tickled them with her fingers, and Kent gasped and sighed.

"Kent," Vicky said teasingly, "you have a hard-on."

"No shit," Kent said breathlessly. "I wonder why?"

Patty stored away the word "hard-on". She figured it meant what had happened to Kent's peter, the way it got so stiff and big, but she didn't know what purpose it served. She stared, fascinated with her brother's rigid swollen prick.

Vicky curled her fingers around the rigid pole and began to pump it, slowly and mischievously. Kent obviously enjoyed that, for his eyes rolled, his face flushed, and he trembled.

"Aw, shit," he sighed, "that feels so good, Vicky."

"Yeah, but don't come yet," she said, grinning. "I want to save that for when we ball. It won't be any good with a soft cock."

Come? Ball? Cock? Patty was hearing so many new words, and she didn't know their meaning. All she could do was watch and learn. She crept farther into the leafy bush, wanting a closer view.

Now Kent was unfastening the little bows that held on Vicky's bikini bottom. His hands were shaking, and he kept fumbling it, but finally he got them untied. He drew away the tiny panties, and Vicky raised her butt to assist him.

Patty gawked enviously. She'd heard that girls grew hair down there, but it hadn't happened to her yet – and she hadn't expected it to look so pretty. Vicky had a beautiful little muff, golden blonde in color, the hairs fine and curly and glistening. Kent eagerly placed his hand on the springy curls and petted them.

Patty unzipped her jeans and had a look at her own girlish muff. It was completely hairless and looked like a ripe pink peach. She petted it, as Kent was petting Vicky, and she felt sharp sensations of pleasure. Again her virgin twat spewed out hot sticky juices.

She would have liked to play with herself more, but she didn't want to miss anything. She peered out from the bush again and saw that Kent was slipping his hand between Vicky's legs. Vicky gave a squeal of delight and opened her slim legs wide.

Patty had a fleeting glimpse of the neighbor girl's slit just before Kent's hand covered it. It looked very pretty, a bright healthy scarlet expanse of moist tissues. Patty wondered if she looked the same, but no matter how far she bent over, she couldn't see herself. She made a note to have a look later with her hand mirror.

"Oooo, Kent, yes," squealed Vicky.

Patty looked up from her own wet little pussy to see what had made Vicky cry out. Kent had pried apart the fat furry lips of her muff and was touching a little red button of flesh, teasing it with the tips of his fingers. Vicky seemed to go crazy with pleasure as he touched her there. She squealed and moaned, and sticky cream oozed from her pussy to wet Kent's tickling fingers.

Well, if it was that great, Patty wanted to try it, too. She slid a finger down inside her jeans and – still watching her brother and Vicky – sought out her own little joy button. Her finger slipped between hot puffy lips, and then she felt it, a tiny nub of slick hot flesh. She rubbed it – and felt a jolt of pleasure that almost made her squeal.

No wonder Vicky was going wild. Whatever that funny little button was, it felt fantastic to rub it. Patty moved her finger more briskly on her tiny hot clit, and her belly felt like it was melting with sensual joy. Cream poured from her virgin cunt, wetting her finger. It was the most fun thing she'd ever done.

"Ohhh, Kent, too much," Vicky moaned. "I can't stand it. Let's try balling now. I want it now."

There was that strange word again. Patty wondered if balling had anything to do with fucking. She watched intently to see what Vicky and Kent would do next. Kent took his hand out of Vicky's crotch and quickly slipped his jeans off. His cock was fiercely erect, lying flat and taut against his belly and oozing bright cream. He looked very excited.

Vicky opened her legs wide. She lay on her back, looking at Kent with wide hot eyes. Patty had a really good view of her pussy, and at the center of that scarlet fleshy slit she saw a little dark hole. She wondered what it was for.

Then her view was blocked as Kent climbed on top of Vicky. He settled his legs between hers, and his right pale ass began to jerk. Patty saw him put his stiff rosy peter into Vicky's strange little hole. His peter went up and up, disappearing inside Vicky. Then he began to move it in and out of her. "Ooooo!" Vicky squealed. "I love it, Kent. It's really great. How does it feel to you?"

"Far out," Kent said hoarsely. "Really far out…"

His pale butt jerked furiously, and Patty watched in amazement as his long hard peter zipped in and out of Vicky's tight hole. It seemed like such a weird thing to do.

"Oh, yeah, ball me, Kent," Vicky moaned, "fuck meeee…"

So balling and fucking were the same thing, Patty noted, and it meant a guy putting his peter inside a girl, in that mysterious little hole between her legs. Patty thought it was sort of silly and funny, but Vicky and Kent were sure having a good time, panting and moaning and sighing, their bodies jerking together.

Well, if it was that great, maybe she should try it herself. She didn't have a peter, but she had a finger to experiment with. She slid a finger down into her steamy slick crotch, encountered intricate folds of flesh, and finally located her own little hole. Making her finger stiff, like Kent's cock, she hesitantly eased it into herself.

She had to stifle a yelp of pleasure. It felt really good.

She slid her finger farther up into her silky wet snug little passage. Sharp jolts of pleasure radiated through her body. She had the finger halfway in when she encountered a thin membrane that blocked the way. In her impatience and curiosity she popped her fingertip right through it.

There was a twinge of pain, instantly drowned by more pleasure as she eased her finger in all the way. It was a tight fit, making delicious friction. She began to jerk her finger up and down, like Kent was jerking his cock inside Vicky, and again she almost yelped aloud with joy. It felt soooo good…

Kent and Vicky were really going at it now, Kent's tight little ass flying, Vicky's lithe little body jerking under him in time to his strokes. Suddenly Vicky threw her slim legs up around Kent's waist and dug in her heels, forcing his cock even deeper into her body.

"Ooooo, Kent," she wailed, "ball me harder, deeper… Oh, yeah,yeah… That's great."

Kent was balling her so hard and fast that Patty could actually hear it from her hiding place – the slap-slap of their bellies smacking together, the funny squishy noise of his cock reaming her juicy tight hole. Patty wanted to laugh, but at the same time it made her very excited.

She worked her finger faster and faster in herself, like Kent was working his cock in Vicky, and suddenly the strangest most wonderful sensation exploded inside her. It was all she could do to keep from screeching her pleasure. She felt her own hot juices gushing out, soaking her hand, and then she sort of blacked out, falling into the grass, her body convulsing joyously around her jerking finger.

As she came to again, still experiencing delicious spasms of pleasure, she decided that she wanted to learn a lot more about fucking. If it was this good with just her finger, it had to be very good with a real boy.

When Vicky first begged him to ball her, Kent could hardly believe it. She didn't seem as eager today, and she kept teasing him and putting him off. He thought maybe she was a prick-teaser after all.

She played with his cock, pumped it, and let him undress her and feel her pussy. She seemed to get very excited when he rubbed her little red joy button, and then she was saying it was too much, she couldn't stand it, and she wanted to ball. Kent was skeptical – but when she lay back on the grass and opened her legs wide for him, he decided to give it a try. All she could do was say no.

But she didn't say no. To Kent's wonder and delight, she just lay there, grinning and trembling eagerly, and let him crawl between her legs. He seized his erect cock – Jesus, it had been hard since yesterday! And rubbed it between her legs, trying to find her cunt. It was the first time he'd ever balled a girl, and he found it wasn't so easy to hit the target.

He got lucky, though. After only a moment of fumbling, he felt his bloated sensitive rod sliding into a little slick indentation, and then he was easing into her. He hardly breathed as he felt his dick sliding into a girl for the very first time.

It was even better than he'd dreamed. Her cunt was the perfect nest for his cock, snug and slick and hot. It felt fantastic. He let out his breath and moaned lingeringly as he penetrated her. At last he was all the way in, his balls resting softly against her moist hot slit.

He wasn't sure what to do after that, so he just followed his instincts. He felt the urge to move hard and fast in her, and he began jerking his hips, working his swollen meat briskly in and out of her mushy steamy tunnel. It felt so great, he wanted to come right away, but he held himself back, wanting also to prolong the fun.

Vicky liked it a lot. She moaned and squealed and clung to him, jerking her hot little pussy in time to his strokes. Her tight little cunt boiled around him, juicing furiously, growing hot as a furnace. As she got more excited, she threw her legs around him and dug in her heels, forcing his cock right up to her pulsing slick womb.

"Ball me harder, deeper," she whined, clawing his shoulders.

Kent was only too happy to obey. He slammed his cock into her as hard and fast as he could, and Vicky responded with howls of joy. Her tiny box was so hot now, it was almost scalding his dick, and their fucking was getting noisy, a lewd sucking and squishing sound as his thick meat reamed her tight flooded twat.

Vicky writhed and moaned and squealed without shame, having a great time. Kent's cock wasn't as thick and long as his father's, but it was stiffer, and he used it faster and harder. It didn't take Vicky long to reach a fever pitch of excitement. She felt the first delicious spasm of coming, and she dug her nails into Kent's shoulders and wailed her joy.

"Oh, Kent," she gasped, "it's soooo good. You're making me come… Oh, wow, yeah… I love it, I love it."

Kent felt her tight steamy cunt gripping his cock tightly, squeezing and milking him. Her lovely little body rocked under him, and her voice was shrill and ecstatic. Her excitement was a powerful stimulus to him, and he lost control, started to shoot his load.

"Oh, wow, Vicky, I'm coming, too," he moaned. "Yeah… Awww, shit, that's good."

Vicky's hot nipping little box was suddenly flooded with his scalding jism. It overflowed her and puddled on the grass beneath them. The two teenagers writhed and howled in each other's arms, digging their spun-out mutual orgasm.

At last it was over, and they fell apart, panting and smiling. Kent consulted his watch.

"Fuck," he said, "I gotta leave. Mom's taking me and my sister to the pool for our life saving lessons."

"Your mother?" said Vicky. "Isn't your dad going, too?"

"Naw, he never does," said Kent, putting on his clothes. "Listen, Vicky, can I see you tonight? After dinner?"

"Sure," she said, "as soon as Grandma goes to bed. Watch my back porch. When the light goes on there, it's okay to come over."

Kent grinned and hurried away. Vicky grinned, too – at the thought that Kent's father would be alone in the house for a few hours. She and Rod could have some more fun together.

Vicky lay back on the grass and idly stroked her pussy, getting a few sweet after-spasms from her climax. A pair of wide green eyes watched her from behind a nearby bush.

Patty watched Vicky with a mixture of envy and admiration. She wanted to do everything Vicky did, have all the fun Vicky had. If only she was as pretty and sexy as the neighbor girl… But she'd better get home now. Mom would be pissed if she was late. She gave one last envious glance to Vicky, who was lying in the grass naked, smiling, stroking her little wet slit.