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

CHAPTER ONE

Horny thoughts were running through Frank Kirkwood's mind as he stood before the mirror, lathering his ruggedly handsome face. It was Saturday morning, and like every Saturday morning he would soon be on the golf course, and like every Saturday morning, his thoughts were of Nora, not golf. His thick cock quivered as his thoughts drifted to his lovely wife sleeping in the next room. He loved Nora very much, and his whole body ached with a flaming desire to thrust his big rod deep into her warm pussy, but he realized it was out of the question. It had been several weeks since she had reluctantly let him fuck her, and he knew it would be many more weeks before she would consent again. During their nineteen years of marriage, Nora's sex drive had slowly waned until it was now almost nonexistent. Over the last few years there had been so many bitter quarrels over sex that Frank had finally given up. With his strict moral ethics, he had never remotely considered an outside affair and kept his ever mounting frustrations locked inside his tense body. Frank Kirkwood was one of Clarksville's more successful businessmen, as well as a civic leader in the small community. With their handsome seventeen-year-old son, Brad, the Kirkwoods were considered by their friends and neighbors as an ideal family.

When he finished shaving, Frank walked slowly down the hall to their bedroom. His massive cock gave another lurch as he stood by the bed and watching his lovely sleeping wife.

With an uncontrollable urge, he crawled into bed and drew her deliciously rounded ass against his burning, throbbing cock. Reaching under her gown, he slipped his hand up between her warm thighs until his fingers found her soft curling pussy hairs. Half-asleep, Nora pushed her ass harder against his trembling cock while his fingers probed gently into her sensitive cuntlips. Fully awake now, she slowly turned over, offering her soft parted lips for his morning kiss.

"What's this?" she smiled as she reached down and touched the iron-hard prickshaft that was pushing against her body.

"This object, my darling," he whispered, "is my beautiful steaming cock that I'm about to deposit up that gorgeous pussy of yours."

"But, Frank, you're playing golf this morning."

"That can wait. I'm going to screw my beautiful wife this morning."

"Frank, we can't. I've got so many things to do. I should have been up hours ago."

Without answering, he took her hand and placed her fingers around his blood-engorged dong. When Nora's limp hand made no attempt to fondle his tool, he took her wrist and slowly slid her fingers up and down his throbbing cockshaft.

"You might as well stop getting yourself worked up," she sighed, removing her hand from his aching prick. "There isn't going to be any sex this morning, so get up and dress for your golf game."

"Goddamn it, Nora!" he raged as his long pent-up frustrations exploded. "What the hell does it take to turn you on?"

Furiously throwing back the sheets, he roughly forced her thighs apart and buried his wild, slavering face into her honey-pot cunt. Delicate, mysterious pussy aromas filled his dilated nostrils as he furiously licked the soft inner lining of her sweet gash. For several moments he wildly twirled his tongue around in her puffy, pink slit, then withdrew to flick it delicately around her clit.

Frank was so consumed with his passion that he was unprepared for the furious slap across his face and the vicious crack of her knee against his head.

As he bolted upright with dazed disbelief on his stunned face, Nora smiled up at him. "I told you I don't feel like fooling around," she said calmly.

"Oh, God, Nora," he screamed, "I can't stand it! If you won't fuck, please do something!"

Suddenly in a blind, shaking rage, he straddled Nora's waist and pushed his big purple-tipped, throbbing dick toward her face.

"Suck me, Nora!" he screamed hysterically. "Suck me off!"

"You asshole," she muttered between clenched teeth. "If you want a blow job so Goddamned bad, go find a stinking whore, but leave me alone!"

"Suck it, Nora! Suck my cock!"

"Frank," she hissed in a cold, deadly calm voice, "if you bring that filthy thing an inch closer to me, I'd bite the son of a bitch off, and I mean it. Now get up, take a cold shower and get out of here."

As Frank walked unsteadily from the room, he heard Nora shout after him, "I hope to hell that Brad won't grow up to be a pervert like his father!"

Brad Kirkwood, Frank and Nora's teenage son, was sitting in the morning sun on Cindy Reynolds' patio. Cindy was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair who lived alone with her widowed mother, Margaret Reynolds. Brad, who had been going steady with Cindy for about six months, had come over to help them decorate the patio and garden for a party Mrs. Reynolds was giving that evening in honor of the Dentons, a new couple that had recently moved into the neighborhood. Brad was settled comfortably in a lounge chair wearing only a pair of cutoff denims that exposed his tan, muscular body. Cindy was sitting on the ground beside him with her hand draped casually across his legs. As Margaret Reynolds discussed the decorating plans, she couldn't help but admire the couple with their deeply tanned bodies, but the exciting contrast was Brad's wavy dark hair and soft brown eyes against Cindy's deep-blue eyes and long blonde hair. They were a beautiful, healthy couple. Margaret liked the boy very much and enjoyed his company. Brad had spent most of his free time around her home since he had started going with her daughter. Noticing Cindy's nipples pressing so saucily out against the soft material of her low-cut halter, she wondered if perhaps Cindy might dress a too boldly. For some unknown reason, she wondered if Brad ever fooled around with her daughter's firm round tits. Her mind raced on to the thought that they possibly had fucked, and a wicked tingle whispered through her cunt as she momentarily pictured the couple locked together in a passionate screw.

As Mrs. Reynolds continued, to discuss the party arrangements, Brad became acutely aware of Cindy's nails lightly and secretly making patterns against the skin of his inner thigh. She knew this always turned him on.

His thoughts drifted back to an evening last winter when he and Cindy had been sitting in front of her fireplace doing their homework. Mrs. Reynolds was out for the evening. Cindy hat suddenly closed her book and moved over on her knees in front of Brad. Putting both arms around his neck, she pulled his face down to hers, covering his mouth with her soft open lips. Brad remembered how he had almost come in his pants when for the first time in his life a girl's hard pointed tongue had probed and darted around in his mouth. She then pulled her face back a few inches, and, looking tenderly into his eyes, she had whispered, "I love you, Brad Kirkwood."

Brad would never forget how she had laid her head in his lap. After several minutes, she had turned her face up to him and quietly asked, "Why haven't you ever made a pass at me?"

"I g-guess I just didn't want to upset you," he stammered.

"Well," she grinned, "a girl's gotta know if a guy cares."

Turning her face back against his lap, Brad became aware that she was lightly moving her fingers across his now bulging crotch. Feeling his body begin to tremble, she began massaging his hidden prick more vigorously.

"Brad, honey," she whispered, "I'll bet that's really some cock you keep hidden under there."

Brad was too dazed to answer.

"Can I bring it out and play?" she whispered as she slowly pulled down his zipper.

Then suddenly his massive cockhead sprung out into the warmth of the room. He remembered the feel of her fingers softly stroking it as she held his throbbing prickshaft against her warm cheek.

"Brad, baby," she had purred, "that has to be the biggest damned cock in the world."

Brad remembered how his whole body had jerked and trembled as she stroked and rubbed his aching dick against her cheeks and lips.

"Let's take your pants off so I can play with your balls," she giggled as she released his prick and planted a hot sucking kiss on his trembling mouth.

"If y-you'll take your clothes off, too," he had stammered.

Lying naked on the soft rug, Brad moved his hand down and touched the juice-drenched pussy hairs around her hot, golden-furred cunt. Slowly he moved his finger in and out of the wet, fleshy softness of her puffy slit while she lewdly undulated her writhing crotch against his skewering finger.

Brad slowly became aware that she was massaging his massive balls and stroking his excruciatingly hard cock at a much more rapid rhythm. Suddenly his whole body tensed. Without warning a stream of hot cum gushed out of his pulsing dick and shot all over his bare chest and stomach. His whole body shook violently as his shrinking prick continued to spurt out wads of jizz. He had lamed exhausted for several minutes, unable to believe what had happened. Cindy quietly left the room, returning immediately to gently clean his chest and crotch off with a damn cloth.

"God, that was wonderful," he whispered to the soft face above him.

"What the hell do you mean, was?" she laughed. "You got yours off. Now it's my turn."

"I'm afraid I'm all through," he muttered.

"That's what you think, baby," she smiled as she lowered her head and took his limp prick in her wet, luscious mouth. Brad lay motionless as her hot tongue softly swirled around the soft rod resting in the warm depths of her mouth. She slowly and tenderly caressed his balls as she continued sucking his slowly expanding prick. Brad suddenly felt his cock start throbbing when he became conscious of Cindy's delicate finger poking gently around the rim of his asshole. When her finger had finally slipped into his sensitive bung, his cock sprang to full erection. Cindy removed the stiff cock from her mouth and began salaciously sliding her passion-crazed lips and tongue up and down the underside of his trembling shaft. She had moved her tongue madly around the base of his cock until she gently sucked his lust-inflated balls deep into her hot mouth. She had frantically tongue-washed his balls until his bloated scrotum glistened obscenely with hex warm, abundant saliva.

Suddenly she rolled on her back, clutching arid tearing at her lust-inflamed slit.

"Come on, honey," she whispered. "Put it in, but be careful with that big cock."

Brad had knelt between her outspread legs, planing the head of his huge dong against her wetly quivering pussylips. As he pushed gently forward, his tool slipped up over her slippery slit to her stomach. Cindy quickly grasped the bulging shaft in one hand as she gently spread her hot cuntlips to help him enter. Clenching her teeth, Cindy felt his huge knob slowly forcing her cuntlips apart.

"Oh, God, stop a minute, honey!" she gasped when her aunt hole had stretched to take about two inches of his thick meat.

"Let's just lie still for a minute before you go in any deeper."

Cindy had pulled his lips down to her open mouth as his huge cock painfully extended the stretched membranes of her slippery twat.

Brad's whole body quivered with uncontrollable passion as he felt her soft cunt walls squeeze the head of his tense prick.

"Oh, God, Brad!" she screamed as he involuntarily shoved a deeper into her cunt.

"I'm sorry, honey," he had whispered, feeling his whole body shaking out of control.

"That's all right, darling. Now try putting it in just a further. That's right. Slow, slow. Keep it coming, darling. Oh, my God, Brad! Further… Further… Oh, God! Ohhhh, darling. Aaaaahhh! Keep it coming! Aaaaiiieee! Oh, shit, Brad, it's clear up in my belly. God, honey, what a cock! I've never taken so much cock in my life. Now fuck me sweet and slow."

Brad began slowly drawing his prick about halfway out, then pushing it gently back into her wetly clinging pussy.

"Oh, God," she moaned as his massive cock began fucking in and put of her hole like a well-oiled piston.

"Now faster, darling," she whined, grasping him tighter in her arms.

"Oh, yes, that's it! Oh, faster, darling, faster! Harder, Brad, harder! Bang me, darling, bang me harder! Aaaaahhh!! I'm gonna come, Brad. Harder! Fuck me harder! Make me come, darling! I'm almost there, baby!"

It was at that very moment that for the second time that evening, his balls exploded, releasing a torrent of fuck juice that gushed deep into Cindy's quivering cunt.

Brad remembered how his clumsiness had brought sobbing tears of frustration from Cindy's shaking body, but that had been many months ago. Now, their perfectly timed bodies played a sexual symphony of perfect harmony.

As Brad's thoughts snapped back to reality, he was aware of Mrs. Reynolds staring wildly at his crotch. Her eyes seemed almost dazed, and her lips were drawn tautly back over her glistening white teeth. Glancing down, Brad realized that his reminiscing had induced an unbelievably big hard-on. His massive cock was virtually pounding out against the denim cloth of his tight-fitting cutoffs.

Only moments earlier, Margaret Reynolds had been discussing the upcoming party with the couple when her eyes had been drawn to the throbbing bulge in Brad's crotch. She had looked up at his face to find his eyes staring blankly into eternity. His thoughts were obviously miles away. A flame seared through Margaret Reynolds' cunt as she watched the huge cock bulge moving violently under the tightly stretched denims. She could hardly breathe as she stared at the lewdly throbbing hard-on.

She quickly averted her gaze when she saw him staring at her as he returned to reality. Embarrassed, Brad quickly got up and turned toward the house, where he said he was going for a drink of water. As Margaret Reynolds watched his strong muscular body moving across the lawn, she became acutely aware that her panties were completely soaked with hot cunt juice.

"Well, kids," she smiled when Brad returned. "Let's start setting up the tables."

"Where do you want the buffet set?" Brad asked as they moved across the pass.

For the next couple of hours it was a beehive of activity as Margaret direction the arrangements.

Once Brad had noticed Mrs. Reynolds staring at his crotch while he was on a ladder stringing lights. Brad thought what a damned good-looking woman she was for being the mother of a daughter. Mrs. Reynolds was a slender woman of medium height with smoldering green eyes and short-cropped red hair. Her body was firm and lithe with no sag to her flat, hard stomach that was generously revealed between her white shorts and amply filled halter. Her body glistened with a golden tan, interspersed with small freckles sprinkled across her nose and shoulders. As she turned away, Brad became aware, for the first time, of her sensuous hip movements, and for a fleeting moment, wondered just what kind of a fuck his girl's mother would be.

Ever since she had seen that huge pulsating bulge in Brad's crotch, the whole morning had been tense for Margaret. As they worked, she kept thinking about it and wondering if her daughter was being fucked by that luscious big cock. Hot tingles rushed through her cunt as she thought of Cindy fucking with him.

As they stepped back, assessing the results of their labors, Cindy suddenly blurted, "Oh damn, Brad, I'm late for my tennis classes! Would you mind driving me over to the club?"

"Cindy," smiled her mother, "why don't you take my car? I won't need it today, and I'd like Brad to help me with a couples more things."

"Okay, Mom," Cindy flipped over her shoulder as she bounced into the house to change.