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

CHAPTER SIX

"Patty, where have you been?" June said. "Grab your bathing suit and come on, or we'll be late for your lessons." She tapped her foot while the pig-tailed girl ran upstairs.

"Well, at least I wasn't late, Mom," Kent chuckled.

"No, you weren't, for a change," June admitted.

Patty reappeared, racing down the stairs with her bathing suit in her hand. She looked as if her mind was a million miles away. Rod, lounging in a chair before the TV set, watched his teenager daughter as she hurried downstairs. Under her tight T-shirt, her little lemon-size tits bounced furiously.

It was the first time Rod had noticed that his little girl was growing up. He found himself gawking like a dirty old man at her jiggling breasts. Then, at the bottom step, Patty tripped. Rod was out of his chair in a flash and just managed to catch her. He felt her little warm cuddly body pressing hard against his, and there was a twitch of excitement in his cock.

My God, he thought, cut it out – she's your own daughter!

"Hey, clumsy," he laughed, "that'll teach you to daydream on the stairs."

"Oh, Daddy, thank goodness you caught me," said Patty.

She found she didn't want to move out of his embrace. Her father had always been the most attractive man in the world for her, and his hard muscular body excited her. On purpose she snuggled closer, rubbing her belly against his crotch. She wondered, with burning curiosity, what his cock looked like, thinking it must be even longer and thicker than Kent's…

"Patty, are you all right?" said June.

"Yes, Mom," Patty said, still pressing against her father.

"Then come on, young lady," said June. "We're going to be late."

Reluctantly Patty followed June and Kent out the door. Rod watched them get in the car and drive away. His mind was reeling. He'd had the distinct impression, when he caught Patty, that she was deliberately rubbing herself against his crotch.

How could that be? She was only teenager, too young to even think about sex. It must have been his imagination. The excited throbbing in his cock and balls was not his imagination, though. He knew he'd been aroused by his little daughter, and he felt thoroughly ashamed of himself.

Every Sunday afternoon June took the kids to the local swimming pool and stayed with them for their two-hour life-saving lesson. Ordinarily Rod watched football while they were gone, but today he felt bored and distracted as he watched the game. Presently he got up and turned off the set. He began pacing around the living room.

His conscience had been bothering him a lot since yesterday, since making it with Vicky. It had been great fun, of course, but he'd never been unfaithful to June before, and he knew she wouldn't dream of cheating on him.

When he came home and made love to her, he'd realized that she was starved for sex, just as he was. It was his job to keep her satisfied, and instead he'd been drooling after the teenager neighbor girl. Even while he was balling June, he'd been thinking of Vicky.

Well, it had to stop. He was a decent man with two nice kids and a beautiful wife who deserved better treatment than he'd been giving her. Somehow he had to improve things with June, bringing back the excitement in their marriage – and above all, forget Vicky. He had no business, anyway, running around after a kid that age…

The doorbell rang.

Rod, still deep in thought, opened the door, expecting a salesman – and there was Vicky.

She was smiling broadly and impishly. She was wearing short shorts that showed her long coltish tan legs, and she had on a shirt so tight that the plump globes of her breasts were starkly outlined, the hard little nipples making enticing bumps. Her long shining blonde hair fell below her shoulders.

In short, she looked delicious. In spite of the good resolutions he'd just made, Rod felt a powerful wave of lust for her.

"Hi, Rod," she said. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

He blushed. "Oh, sure, Vicky," he said, "come on in. June and the kids are gone to the pool."

"I know," she said pointedly.

Oh-oh, thought Rod, watch out…

He knew Vicky all too well – her lack of inhibitions, her insatiable need for pleasure. Somehow she'd learned about June's absence, and she'd come over here for more fun and games. He wanted her desperately, but he was determined not to cheat on June again. It was insane to be the lover of a girl this young, anyhow. He could get into serious trouble if anyone caught him.

"Vicky," he said firmly, "we'd better have a talk."

Vicky sat down, still smiling, but she didn't like the sound of his voice. He sounded like her father when he was going to make some silly new prohibition or restriction.

"Yes, Rod?" she said. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About us," he said. "It has to stop, Vicky. I've thought it over, and I just can't treat my wife this way."

"But she doesn't even know," said Vicky, "and she doesn't have to know. Don't be silly, Rod. We can have so much fun together, and she won't be hurt at all."

Rod was tempted, powerfully tempted. He found it hard not to stare at her perky thrusting tits, not to remember how snug and hot and slick her little-girl cunt had been. He forced himself to think of June, who needed him much more than this girl did.

"That may be true, Vicky," he said, "but there's always a chance she'd find out, and it would hurt her terribly. Also it's against the law for a man to make love to a teen girl. I could go to jail for it."

Vicky sighed with exasperation. "But, Rod," she said, "none of that has to happen. All we have to do is be careful, not let anyone know."

He shook his head. "No, Vicky, I'm sorry – but I just can't. You'd better leave now."

Vicky was far from ready to give up. She knew she could still have Kent, that she wouldn't be left without a lover, but she wanted Rod, too. His hard hairy grown-up body excited her terribly. Also she liked having two lovers. She liked the novelty.

Smiling seductively at Rod, she raised her shirt up over her lovely pink-nippled breasts, wantonly displaying them. Her tiny pink tongue darted out, licking her lips. Rod gawked at her naked tits, his eyes hungry.

"Don't you want to go on having fun with me, Rod?" she said softly.

Rod, sitting on the couch opposite her, moaned and forced himself to look away. "Oh, Christ," he said. "Of course I do, Vicky, but I'm not going to, and that's final. Please, you'd better go home."

Vicky got up and stood in front of him. Unwillingly he looked at her again. She still had that impish grin, and now she pulled her shirt off over her head and flung it away. She unzipped her shorts and let them drop down over her feet, then kicked them off. She was wearing only a ridiculously tiny pair of white lace bikini panties.

"You're being silly, Rod," she said. "Your wife will be gone for over an hour, and we could have lots of fun. There's no danger at all."

Rod licked his lips. His eyes focused hotly on her delicious curved little body, on the pouting rounds of her tits and the gentle swell of her muff under the tight skimpy panties. Only the thought of June, his faithful and loving wife, kept him from grabbing her.

"No," he said shakily, "it's all wrong, Vicky. Please put on your clothes and leave."

Vicky stepped closer to him till she was only a foot away and he couldn't avoid looking at her. Still grinning mischievously, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and began tugging the flimsy garment down. Rod watched as if hypnotized. He saw the tan flat of her belly, the first springy golden hairs of her muff, and then the whole bright puff of curls.

Vicky laughed and twined her arms around his neck, pulling him forward so that his face grazed her silky blonde muff Rod felt saliva pooling hotly in his mouth, and he smelled baby powder and the girlish fragrance of her pussy. He wanted to spread her legs, eat her…

"We could have so much fun, Rod," she whispered.

Before he could say anything, she slipped down on the couch beside him, wriggling into his lap. Her arm still around his neck, she kissed him wickedly, forcing her slick hot little tongue into his mouth. Her other hand sought his fly.

"Vicky, NO!" he said.

He got out of her embrace and eased her off his lap. Vicky stared at him a moment, then burst into tears.

"Oh, Jesus," said Rod, "don't cry. There'll be plenty of other men in your life, believe me, Vicky. I'm way too old for you anyhow. It's better that we quit right now before we get too deeply involved."

Vicky nodded tearfully. "I know, Rod," she said. "You're right. I'll go in just a minute. But, please, let me do just one thing first."

He couldn't withstand her tears, her forlorn look. "Sure, honey," he said. "What do you want to do?"

"I want to suck your cock," said Vicky.

Rod stared at her. As on the first day he made love to her, he couldn't believe his luck. It seemed incredible that this beautiful teenage girl would actually beg to suck him off. She looked sincere enough, though, so why not? It would please her, and he certainly could use a little relief… After all, it would be their last time together.

"Why, sure, sweetheart," he said, "if that's what you want."

"Oh, thank you, Rod," she purred.

Vicky lowered her shining blonde head over his lap – and grinned wickedly to herself. Her crying act had worked. All she needed was to get his cock in her hands, and she'd change his mind in a hurry. She knew he'd made up his mind to quit seeing her, but she sensed that his cock would have another opinion.

Rod sank back against the couch, relaxing, prepared to enjoy her blow-job. He felt her expert little fingers unzipping his fly, sneaking in, touching his limp warm cock. He flinched with pleasure. Vicky curled her warm fingers around his flaccid meat and gently drew it out of his pants.

She was surprised he wasn't hard yet – but she'd take care of that in no time. She let the big fat drowsy sausage lie on the palm of his hand, studying the loose rosy flesh, the soft purplish tip with its dark slit-mouth. She decided that cocks were a lot more attractive when they were hard – so she had a job to do.

Bending low, fanning his naked meat with her moist hot breath, Vicky stuck out her cute little pink tongue and began to lick Rod's limp blue-veined cock. She licked very delicately at first, just barely touching and fucking with her wet tongue tip. Rod sighed deeply. He knew she was teasing him, but he liked it.

She worked from the wiry-haired base of his dick, moving very slowly up the soft rosy stalk, till she was lapping and tickling the ultra-sensitive balls, wriggling her wicked little tongue-tip into the dry hole. Rod moaned. He hadn't meant to get aroused, but it was impossible to resist the delicious play of her tongue.

Gradually Vicky increased the speed and pressure of her naughty tonguing. She made his limp wet meat bounce on the palm of her hand, lashing it briskly with her pink tongue. Rod grinned, watching her work. She looked so cute bending over him like that, her saucy little butt in the air.

Unable to resist touching her, remembering vividly how silky and warm her body was, Rod reached out and cupped one firm little globe of her ass. Vicky responded with a contented sigh. She ran her wet hot tongue swiftly around and around the tender head of his dick, and Rod snorted with pleasure.

Increasingly aroused and dizzy, he sneaked his fingers between the tight crease of her buttocks and searched out the little soft wrinkled mouth of her anus. He rimmed it with his fingers, mischievously tickling round and round the bumpy little hole.

"Ummm!" Vicky murmured.

She returned the favor by clamping her soft lips around the head of his dick and sucking in strongly. Rod yelped with delight as he felt his whole limp prick zipping swiftly inside, into the searing wetness of her mouth. She began to suck on his cock, and dizzying pleasure melted his loins.

Well, what the hell – if they were going to have one last time together, he might as well get the most out of it. He wouldn't just lie there passively while she blew him. He'd bring her off, too.

He wriggled just the tip of his little finger inside her tight tiny bumhole. Vicky, her mouth stuffed with his limp prick, gave a muffled squeal of pleasure. Rod eased his finger in farther, feeling the incredible tightness and searing heat of her anus. He started working his fingertip in and out like a miniature cock.

"Ummm!" Vicky cried.

It was the craziest thing, but his finger felt fantastically good in her asshole. She'd never thought of THAT as a source of pleasure. She wriggled and jerked her shapely little butt, trying to get his finger in deeper. Her girlish cunt began to cream in sympathy, gushing out hot juice that trickled down her thighs.

In her excitement, she sucked Rod's heavy limp prick faster and harder than ever, and before long she got results. The doughy meat gave a violent twitch and then lurched into sudden full erection. Vicky wasn't prepared for it, and the hard knobby head almost went down her throat. Her mouth was so full of cock, she could hardly breathe.

With the sensitive head of his prick, Rod felt the gagging contractions of her throat. Recognizing her problem, he pulled out a little – her tiny mouth could take only half his erect length. Vicky, however, recovered quickly and sucked his whole dick back inside, allowing the bloated head to slip down her throat. She sucked him loudly, juicily, hungrily.

"Awww, Christ," Rod moaned. "That's great, baby… yeah…"

Vicky was proud of herself. It wasn't easy taking that long long prick all the way into her mouth, and her lips were widely stretched by his thickness. She knew she was getting him excited, though, and that was her goal. She sucked him ravenously, and soon his big fat cock head began to leak delicious juices down her throat. She reached inside his pants and tickled his taut swollen nuts.

"Yeah, yeah," Rod whined, "eat me, baby, eat me."

He wriggled his finger deeper into her clinging hot asshole, right down to the last knuckle. The heat was fierce, and her little rectum was so tight that he could hardly move his finger. She liked it, though. She whimpered and squealed and jerked her cute little ass in time to his stroking finger. Her thighs were wet with horny pussy cream.

When Rod thrust his stiff finger all the way up her asshole, Vicky almost came, it felt so good. Her original idea had been to suck him off, but now she wanted some action for herself, too. Her greedy little cunt ached to be stuffed. Gasping, she popped her mouth off Rod's spit-soaked swollen dick.

"Ohhh, Rod," she moaned, "I can't stand it, I'm sooo horny. Please, ball me, please."

Rod had to laugh. No one would ever believe this scene, believe that a beautiful teenage girl had begged him to fuck her. Knowing Vicky, however, he was sure she meant it. He kept working his finger mischievously in her tight hot asshole, and the girl moaned in horny frustration. Feeling around with his free hand, he found her little pussy swollen and blazing with heat. She wanted it, all right.

Why not? It would be their last fuck, and he sure as hell needed it, too. His dick stood straight up in his lap, achingly full, drooling thick juices. The remedy was obvious.

"Please, please," Vicky whimpered. "I just have to have it, Rod."

He chuckled. "Okay, honey, you'll get it."

Vicky breathed a big sigh of relief. She felt she'd die if she didn't get his stiff thick cock inside her, fast. Rod popped his finger out of her nipping tight asshole, and Vicky rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs wide for him.

"Hurry, hurry," she gasped.

Rod quickly shucked his clothes, his long heavy cock waving obscenely before him. He bent over Vicky, seized her hips, and rolled her over onto her belly. He lifted her cute little ass high in the air.

"Let's try it this way," he said, "just for a change."

"Like dogs do it?" Vicky giggled.

"Yeah," Rod laughed, "like dogs do it. Dogs have fun, too, you know."

Vicky wasn't certain she liked his idea. It seemed a funny way to do it. She was too desperate to protest, though. She just had to get balled, even if she had to stand on her head for it. She kept her round little butt high in the air as Rod knelt behind her. She felt the hard wet head of his big prick pressing into the tight moist mouth of her twat, and she wriggled in gleeful anticipation.

As he slid into her, she knew it wasn't a silly position after all. It felt GREAT. She moaned and spread her legs wider, wanting to take every inch of his giant thick cock inside her body.

"Oooo, yes, Rod," she whined, "yessss, ball me…"

Rod watched his thick rosy prick splitting and stretching the tiny girlish mouth of her cunt. It seemed incredible that a cock that thick could go into a hole so small, but Vicky showed no sign of pain. On the contrary, she wailed with joy as he slowly penetrated her.

He pushed steadily till he was all the way into her, his balls resting against her moist swollen pussy. Her little teenage box was tight and hot and slick, a delicious nest for his achingly erect prick. Moaning happily, he began to ball her, taking his time, spinning out his pleasure. After all, it was for the last time.

"Good for you, honey?" he asked.

"Ohhh, yesss," Vicky crooned. "I just love it, Rod… It feels so fuckin' good."

It felt good to him, too. In fact he knew he'd remember this fuck the rest of his life.

June sat on the bleachers beside the pool while Kent and Patty joined the other kids for their lesson. She had brought a book to read, but she couldn't concentrate on it. For one thing, the swimming coach was so damned attractive.

He was a young blond giant, deeply tanned, firmly muscled, and he was wearing only the briefest and tightest of trunks. June found her eyes drifting again and again to his crotch, to the almost obscenely vivid outline of his cock and balls. The guy was hung like a horse. For a moment she let herself lapse into a wicked fantasy, herself lying naked in bed, legs spread wantonly wide, his huge hard prick easing into her…

She gave a little gasp as she felt steamy cunt juice soaking fight through her panties. She blushed, realizing she'd probably creamed through her jeans, too. My God, couldn't she think of anything but sex? She seemed obsessed with it.

She opened her book and tried to read again, but she found herself reading the same sentence over and over. If she looked up from the book, her eyes went right to the coach's crotch. She was getting so horny, she could hardly sit still. Her pussy was hot and swollen, aching for relief.

She thought of her husband. He'd balled her willingly enough last night, and he'd seemed to enjoy himself. Perhaps their marriage was picking up again, their love-making coming back to life. It would be fun to go home now and blatantly seduce Rod. Not only would it please him, but it would give her some desperately-needed relief.

She decided to do it. The kids were safe with the coach and two life guards, and she could come back for them in an hour when their lesson was over. She picked up her purse and book and walked to the edge of the pool, near where Kent was swimming.

"Kent," she called, "I'm going home for a while. I'll be back to pick you up at four."

He smiled and nodded. She hurried out to her car. Already she was creaming steadily as she thought of making it with Rod. She hadn't been so hot for him in years. Maybe they'd be really daring and do it right on the living room rug.

She parked the car in front of the house and hurried up the walk. She was flushed and eager, her pussy absolutely throbbing with wicked anticipation. She threw open the front door and ran inside – then stopped short.

She couldn't believe what she saw. It just couldn't be true.

On the couch, directly in front of her, Rod was fucking the neighbor girl, Vicky.

June stared and stared, still not believing it. It was real enough, though. Rod and Vicky were naked, balling dog-style. He knelt behind her, his tick rosy cock working swiftly in and out of her exposed cunt. His long pole glistened with her cream. He was grinning.

It wasn't a rape, either, as June quickly found out. Vicky's childish face was wreathed in a lusty grin, and she was moaning and squealing her pleasure, holding her little ass wantonly up in the air for him.

"Ooooo, yes, Rod," she wailed, "fuck meeee…"

June swayed and leaned back against the door for support. They were so engrossed in their pleasure, they hadn't even noticed her coming in. She felt a violent mixture of feelings – rage, jealousy, shock, and, crazily enough, lust. She imagined being in Vicky's place, having that wonderfully thick cock zipping in and out of her starved wet twat.

She moaned with longing. She was furious at Rod, of course, but she also lusted for him. She was violently envious of Vicky. June wanted that cock for herself…

As she watched, Vicky began to come. The pretty little teenager shuddered, gasped, and then began to squeal her pleasure shrilly. Her slim body rocked, and her big brown eyes rolled crazily.

"Yes, yes, yes," she howled, "ball meee… I'm coming, Rod, I'm coming… ooooo!"

Rod's eyes rolled, too. He gave a horny yelp, and his hips began to jerk furiously as he shot his jism into her tiny hot nipping box. It was a violent come, dizzying, delicious. He rode with it for long moments, moaning loudly, before his spasms finally passed. Vicky was still coming, squealing and working her wet little twat around his shrinking meat.

He glanced up and saw his wife.

June was leaning against the door, watching them, her face pale and horrified. Rod was horrified, too. He was caught red-handed, and there was no way he could disguise what he was doing. His cock was still in Vicky – he could hardly say they'd just been talking.

Vicky looked up then and saw June, too, but her reactions were quicker than the adults'. She jerked her wet little cunt off Rod's limp prick and jumped to her feet.

"Oh, oh," she said. "I think I'd better go home."

"That's an excellent idea," said June frigidity. "And don't come back, either, you disgusting little tramp."

Vicky dressed in record lime and left. Rod opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. What could he say, after all?

June hadn't lost her voice. "Rod," she said grimly, "I'm afraid our marriage is over."