"The neighbor_s daughter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Taylor Rudy)

CHAPTER NINE

At exactly eight o'clock on the appointed evening, Bill Denton greeted Frank Kirkwood and his son at the door.

"Nice you could drop by," he smiled, extending his hand. Leading them into his plush living worn, he asked Kirkwood what he would like to drink. "I never like to discuss business on an empty stomach."

"I'll take Scotch, please," Frank replied, settling into a deeply cushioned chair.

"And you, Brad?"

"I'll take a beer if you have one," the boy answered.

Watching Bill Denton mixing drinks at the bar, Frank was surprised to notice he was only wearing tennis shorts and a T-shirt.

Making sure he had put plenty of Scotch in Kirkwood's drink, Bill Denton turned and laughed. "I'm sorry I'm dressed like this, but I haven't had time to change. I've been trying to help Kay. She was out with the girls this afternoon and came home a tipsy."

When they were settled down with their drinks, Bill asked Frank how many copper fittings he could deliver to his firm in the next ninety days. Bill was just starting to put some figures on the back of an envelope when he heard a soft throaty voice say, "Hi, Frank." Kay was leaning against the door. She wore a short, black, low-cut baby doll negligee that barely covered her bare ass and naked pussy. Her soft white thighs were deliciously exposed below the short hem.

"What do you want?" asked Bill, pretending to be irritated.

"I want a fuckin' drink," she replied in a slurred voice.

"Haven't you had enough?" he snapped.

"Nope."

"And damn it, Kay," he continued as he moved toward the bar, "go put some Goddamned clothes on. We have company!"

"Don't you like what you see?" she smiled, looking directly into Frank's face with sensually slitted eyes.

When Frank didn't answer, she moved over to a chair directly across from him and, sitting down, lazily crossed her legs, making certain that he had a quick glimpse of her lewdly naked cunt.

"Maybe we sh-should make it another time?" stammered Frank.

"Not at all," smiled Denton, reaching for Frank's glass. "Let me freshen your drink up."

Frank Kirkwood felt hot and uncomfortable. As much as he tried, he couldn't keep his eyes away from Kay's deliciously soft white thighs that rippled invitingly as she slowly swung her luscious creamy leg back and forth in a suggestive manner.

Nervously he gulped down the second drink in a few quick swallows. He felt a bit more secure as the Scotch burned mellowly in his stomach.

Accepting the drink Bill offered her, Kay recrossed her legs to give him another quick glimpse of her hot hungry cunt.

Brad smiled to himself, watching his father nervously licking his lips.

The silence was broken by the sound of the door bell chimes. Hurrying across the room, Kay opened the door for Cindy and her mother.

"Hi," she giggled. "I'm just a drunk, but I'm sure glad you could make it."

Pretending to stagger slightly, she escorted them into the room.

"I guess you all know each other," she slurred as the men arose to greet the unexpected guests. "These guys are talkin' business, but let's have just one fuckin' drink before we leave them alone."

Margaret was visibly shaken by Kay's lewd gown and vulgar language but quickly recovered when she noticed that Brad and Frank Kirkwood didn't seem overly disturbed.

"You'll have to excuse my wife's behavior," muttered Bill. "She's had a bit too much to drink."

Frank's thoughts rushed back to that hotel room when he saw Cindy's trim legs twinkling below her short dress. A quick tremor ran through his cock as he wondered if she still ran around without panties.

After a few minutes of idle chatter, Bill fixed another round of drinks. Margaret Reynolds was beginning to relax with the mellow brandy glowing warmly in her body. She smiled gently at Brad was watching her from across the room. A sense of well-being washed through her body.

"Hey, you guys don't really want to talk business, do you?" slurred Kay as she pretended to stagger across the room to Frank Kirkwood.

Facing him, she placed her hands on his shoulders and straddled his knee. Her luscious big boobs bounced invitingly under her low-cut negligee as she began sliding her drooling cunt up and down on his knee and leg. Margaret stared in absolute shock as Kay ground her naked cunt back and forth the full length of his upper leg.

"Oh, God," Kay moaned, faking a drunken slur, "this beats the shit out of finger-fucking."

Frank sat stunned and embarrassed, feeling her hot cunt juice soaking through the material of his pants.

"Oh, fuck, this feels good," she moaned. "Hey, Cindy, come here and try it."

As it had been preplanned, when Kay got up, Cindy moved over and straddled his knee. Pulling her dress up above her thighs, she exposed her cunt to Frank's eyes.

"My God!" screamed Cindy's mother. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"I'm having a fuckin' ball," Cindy giggled, slithering her wet, naked pussy up and down Frank's leg.

"Cindy!" her mother shouted again.

Brad quickly moved over to Mrs. Reynolds.

"It's all right," he smiled. "They're just goofing around." Then sitting down by her, he lightly stroked her thigh and whispered, "I think it's kind of fun to watch them. It really turns me on."

Sensing Margaret's nervousness, Bill Denton came over and refilled her brandy glass, which she quickly drained in two or three burning gulps. The alcohol warmed her belly, and Brad's hand felt so good against her thigh. The room seemed to be spinning around her as she looked over at her daughter and Kay, sliding their oozing cunts lasciviously back and forth on Frank Kirkwood's legs.

Suddenly Kay stood up. "Okay, if you guys are so damned eager for man talk, let's watch you pity some golf." She left the room and returned with a putter and an indoor practice cup.

Margaret felt a touch of disappointment as the warm brandy and the sight of the lewd erotic girls had fanned a gentle glow into her twat. The embarrassed Frank Kirkwood felt relieved when the girls left him, even if it had been a rather exciting experience.

The men began taking turns putting the ball, and after a few minutes, Kay interrupted, "Shit, that's dull. We want to play, too. Let's play partners. I'll take Frank for my partner, Cindy take Bill and Mrs. Reynolds can play with Brad."

When Kay made this announcement, Bill moved over and poured Margaret another brandy. Bill felt a tinge in his guts when the lovely redhead looked up, thanking him with her soft green eyes.

"Each guy gets three shots at the cup, and let's start with Frank and me," Kay announced as she picked up the cup, placing it on the bar.

"How about the cup?" asked Frank when she removed it.

Kay quickly sat on the floor, and, spreading her luscious soft thighs, she blatantly exposed her pink, cock-hungry pussy.

"Here's your cup, baby," she giggled, gently pulling her wet cuntlips open with her fingers. "This is a hole worth shooting for."

Margaret stared in horrified fascination at the pink, wet flesh of the open cuntlips framed by Kay's silky black pussy hairs.

Gripping the putter, Frank's hands were visibly shaking. His first putt gently struck the soft flesh of her inner thigh, missing the delicious cup by three or four inches. Kay picked the ball up and rubbed it lasciviously against her open, juice drenched pussy. Opening her luscious thighs even wider, she casually rolled the sticky, wetly glistening ball back to Frank. His next putt moved in a slow, straight line and smacked gently against her wet open cuntlips with a delicious slurping sound.

Watching Kay sensually rub the gleaming wet golf ball in and out of her frothy hole, Margaret realized that warm juices were oozing out of her own itchy cunt. Frank's next shot plopped against Kay's rosy-hued pussy as accurately as the last one, giving him two out of three. Margaret could hardly believe her eyes when her daughter took Kay's place on the floor and spread her legs, blatantly thrusting her golden framed pussy up at Bill Denton's eager eyes. The whole room was spinning before her confused mind as she heard the ball plop deliciously against her daughter's juicy pink gash.

Margaret asked Brad to pour her another brandy as her body began trembling with the realization that she was expected to perform this lewd act in front of all these people. When she finished gulping down her brandy, Margaret was aware that everyone was staring at her. It was her turn!

"Come on," whispered Brad. "We'll show these guys how a good golfer can play."

"I can't do it," the trembling woman whispered.

"Come on, Mother," called Cindy. "It's really fun."

Taking her by her arm, Brad lifted the shaking woman to her feet, and gently opening the zipper to her skirt, dropped it to the floor. While the room spun crazily around her, Margaret slowly removed her half-slip. A low whistle escaped Bill Denton's lips as he stared open-mouthed at her exquisitely slim body, only partially bidden by hot bikini panties. There wasn't a sound in the worn as she stepped out of them and sat on the floor in front of Brad. Slowly spreading her lovely slim legs, a surge of excitement rushed through her cunt at the sight of the huge bulge stirring in Brad's crotch. Bill Denton could hardly breathe, watching her delicate fingers gently open her glistening fleshy cuntlips, so delicately surrounded by her soft red pussy hairs.

Brad plopped two out of three balls against her deliciously warm cunt. The men had ended the contest in a three-way tie. Getting up, Margaret walked embarrassedly back to her chair, burying her lovely nakedness deeply into the soft cushions.

"I've got a great way to break the tie!" piped Kay. "It's, the girls' turn to play and we'll use the guys' cocks for clubs."

"No you won't!" blurted Kirkwood.

"Nobody's going to use my prick for a golf club!" gasped Brad.

"It won't hurt," giggled Kay. "It'd be a hell of a lot of fun. Let me show you how we'll do it."

When no one said anything, she turned to her husband. "Come on, Bill, take your clothes off, and I'll show you how we'll play the game."

Margaret felt another wave of ecstasy wash through her cunt as Bill removed his clothes, revealing his hard smooth cock.

"Now, get on your hands and knees," Kay ordered, placing a golf ball under him. Getting on her knees behind him, she reached between his legs, grasping his cock in her hand.

"Now, lower your body," she giggled.

Then she gently swung his cock against the golf ball, moving the ball about ten inches.

"See how it's done," she grinned. "We'll all line up, and the first couple to move the ball across the room is the winner."

"Count me out," grumbled Kirkwood. "I'm not taking my pants off for anyone."

"Come on, Dad," begged his son. "It might be fun."

"Brad, what the hell's the matter with you?" he roared.

"You sure enjoyed looking at our pussies," purred Kay, walking over to Frank. "It's only fair that we see yours."

Margaret felt a thrill burn through her belly as Brad stood up and peeled off his clothes, revealing his big cock.

"Come on, Dad, be a sport," he called as Kay reached down and lowered Frank's zipper. She gently massaged his half-hard prick to full erection before she pulled his pants down. Margaret Reynolds gasped as she saw his thick, huge purple cock thrusting viciously from above his massive hairy nuts.

"My God," moaned Kay, stroking his cock. "That's the biggest hunk of meat I've ever touched."

"Okay, you guys!" Kay shouted, turning her attention back to the game. "Line up on your hands and knees."

Placing a golf ball under each of the men, she called the girls over to kneel behind their partners. "Now remember, the first couple to move their ball across the room is the winner."

Kneeling behind Brad, Margaret's body began trembling with excitement as she reached between his legs, grasping his eager prick.

Kay's cock-hungry body screamed in ecstasy when she grasped Frank's terrifyingly huge dong.

"Ready, set, go!" she shouted, swinging his pulsing tool against the ball, advancing it about six inches.

Margaret almost forgot the rules as she stroked Brad's big cock that was burning hotly in her hands. The trio began moving slowly across the carpet.

Frank was going crazy. Between every stroke at the elusive golf ball, Kay was pumping her hand up and down his massive, gnarled cock.

Moving slowly across the carpet, their frantic voices filled the roam with giggles, groans and screams. Margaret's fuck-hungry body was now awash with burning fires. Every bit of her earlier reservations had dissolved into the delicious passions that raged through her flaming cunt. The feel of Brad's big tool in her hand, the sight of the other cocks being stroked were all driving her wild. The sight of her daughter's hand pumping madly up and down the length of Bill Denton's long, smooth cock really turned her on. There was something about the smooth soft skin an Bill's prick that deeply affected her. Her snatch quivered with thoughts of how delicious his cock would feel and taste in her mouth. God, how she hinted at the thought of working on all three of these wonderful pricks before the evening was over! Tearing her eyes away from Bill Denton's handsome dick, she was aware of Brad's big balls hanging down between his legs, only inches from her eyes. Instinctively she began licking and sucking on his inflamed nuts as her hand pumped savagely on his big tool. Brad thought he would go wild with her slavering wet mouth and tongue swirled around his glistening, spit-saturated balls. Bill Denton was staring across at the wisps of flaming red pussy hairs peeking out from under Margaret's soft, upturned ass. It was then that the two preoccupied couples bumped against each other. The sudden jolt sent them sprawling flat on the floor.

When Bill tumbled over on his back, Margaret released Brad's big cock and frantically reached out, grasping Bill's erotic, smooth prick. The feel of his soft, velvety cock skin encasing his rigid shaft sent hot flames searing through her snatch. Ever since she had first seen Bill's silky-smooth cock, Margaret had been consumed by a mad desire to touch it. Now, cupping his balls in her trembling hands, she lowered her open wet mouth over his smooth knob. Sucking madly on his delicious cock, she took it deep into her hot slavering mouth. Bill thought he would go crazy watching his cock disappearing in and out of her luscious wet lips. Her short, soft red hair bounced gently above half-closed green eyes, gazing passionately up at Bill's contorted face. Her tongue was swirling madly around every tingling nerve end on the underside of his pleasure-crazed prickhead.

"Oh, God, you taste good," she gulped between slurps.

"Suck him, Mother! Suck him!" Cindy yelled when she saw her mother greedily devouring her recent golf partner.

Looking over at Brad, Cindy giggled, "Looks like Mom has traded off your cock."

"My God," he gasped, "look at her go!"

Margaret's greedy, cock-hungry mouth was plunging madly up and down the length of Bill's glistening, spit-wet dong.

Frank and Kay looked back over their shoulder when they beard Margaret's wet slurping sounds mingled with Bill's soft shuddering moans.

"Christ," Kay whispered in a deep throaty voice. "Look at that red-headed bitch going down on my husband."

"Looks like the golf race is over," Frank grinned, watching Margaret's red hair flying up and down over Bill's rigid prick.

"Oh, God," gasped Kay, as she grabbed Frank's cock, "what a blow job he's getting."

Her soft white body trembled with excitement, watching the red-headed widow eagerly devouring her husband's prick.

"Suck him, baby, suck him!" Kay wailed, pumping madly on Frank's massive cock with her hot excited hand.

"Oh, God," moaned Bill, rhythmically thrusting his hips up to meet every downward stroke of Margaret's hot, slobbering mouth. His body trembled violently as he rushed closer and closer to a thundering climax. Letting out a muffled moan, his whole body gave a final lurch as he exploded into a mind-blowing orgasm.

Margaret began meowing like a wild kitten when his delicious hot jizz gushed into her eagerly waiting mouth. She kept her soft wet lips locked tightly around his prick, frantically sucking and swallowing his creamy white fuck juice. It was only after she was certain that she had drained the last drop from his balls that she rolled over on her back, clutching at her own wet, horny coat.