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

CHAPTER FIVE

The rest of the summer moved lazily along in Clarksville. Brad and Cindy spent as much time as possible indulging in their favorite pastime of fucking. About once a week they would drop over to the Dentons for another mind-blowing fuck-fest where Kay's sexually depraved mind always seemed to dream up new and wilder innovations, making each party more lascivious than the last. Occasionally, friends of the Dentons would come out from Chicago and join them, which meant new cocks and cunts to add to the excitement. Occasionally Brad would go over and give Cindy's mother a wild fuck when they knew Cindy was tied up with one of her many community activities.

As the end of summer approached, it was decided that Cindy could go into the city for a couple of days to shop for new school clothes. At first her mother was opposed to the idea, as Cindy had never been to the city alone, but when Brad's mother told Mrs. Reynolds that she was going to be in the city that week with her husband on business, Mrs. Reynolds relented. Brad's mother said they would make reservations for Cindy at the same hotel they were staying and would even meet Cindy's train. Cindy was filled with excitement when the big day arrived. She knew she would miss Brad, but the thought of shopping in the big stores and eating in nice restaurants added to her excitement. Cindy's mother drove her to the station, and after a couple laughing hugs and a wave, Margaret left, as she had to do some marketing. It was only when she reached the ticket window that Cindy realized she hadn't transferred her wallet into the purse she was carrying. She only had fifteen or twenty dollars with her. Realizing that she must rush home for her wallet, she telephoned the hotel in the city. When the desk clerk informed her that the Kirkwoods were out but were expected back soon, she left word that she had missed her train but would arrive on the 6:35. Then she hailed a cab and headed for home. It was only a few minutes drive and she asked the driver to wait while she dashed inside. She found her wallet, and after checking its contents, she started out of the house. She suddenly stopped when she heard a sound coming from her mother's room. Though she knew her mother was out shopping, she turned the handle and walked in. Cindy's whole body froze as she stared at her mother's tanned naked legs waving lewdly in the air with Brad's ass and legs driving madly between them.

"Oh, God, Brad, fuck me harder," her mother was moaning in a slutty gutter voice. "Fuck me, Brad, honey! Drive that beautiful big cock in deeper!"

The whole room was shaking as they clung tightly to each other's slithering, sweaty bodies. The sound of wet slapping flesh rang in Cindy's ears while Brad gasped and grunted, ferociously pounding his huge slippery cock deep into her mother's trembling aunt.

"Oh, God, Brad!" her mother screamed. "I'm going to come! Harder! Faster! Oh fuck, honey, fuck! Oh, God, I'm coming!"

Her voice trailed off into a deep shuddering moan as she thrust her hips up against him. Then her whole body was swallowed up by a shuddering, overwhelming orgasm.

When Margaret slowly opened her eyes, she saw Cindy staring at her from the foot of the bed. Frantically she pushed Brad off and jumped to her feet, searching madly around for something to cover her sweaty, naked body, so degradingly exposed to Cindy's steely stare. As she tried to cover her aunt with her hands, her normally tanned body turned a cold clammy gray.

"You bitch," Cindy snarled between clenched teeth.

Turning slowly, she looked at Brad sitting on the edge of the bed with gobs of cum dripping down onto his balls.

"You rotten bastard," she hissed in a deep shaking voice. "You dirty rotten bastard."

"What are you so uptight about?" he snapped. "You're always raving about how you get turned on watching me screw broads."

"But not my mother, you asshole!" she screamed.

The room was wrapped in an eerie silence as Cindy stared at them, trying to control her shaking knees.

"I hope you fuck each other to death for the next two days," she kissed in a low controlled voice to Brad, "because you're never going to put that filthy, slimy cock in this baby's cunt again."

She turned back to Brad as she reached the door. "You dirty, rotten mother-fucker!"

Cindy was shaking violently as she entered the cab and assured the driver she was just fine when he asked her if anything was wrong. Everything seemed like a wild spinning indistinct nightmare as she tremblingly bought her ticket and found her way to a window seat on the train. Her head was whirling as faceless people sat and moved around in the coach car while the parched fields flashed past her unseeing eyes. She could only see her mother's naked legs waving lasciviously in the air. Her ears were pounding with her mother's groans and cries as Brad fucked her furiously.

Finally she began to calm down as the train rumbled noisily past the small villages that dotted the rolling landscape.

"I'll get even with that bastard," she hissed under her breath. "I'll get even with that bastard."

As the train slowed and glided into the station, she had a sudden revulsion of meeting the parents of the boy who was now probably still slopping around in bed with her mother.

"I'll get even with the bastard," she mumbled again as she stepped out into the busy, milling station.

She immediately spotted Frank Kirkwood's distinguished gray-haired head in the crowd.

"I hope I didn't inconvenience you by missing the earlier train," smiled Cindy.

"Not at all," he replied as they moved slowly through the crowd toward the taxi stands.

"Did you have a pleasant trip, Cindy?" he asked as they settled into the cab.

"Oh, it was all right," she sighed. "Where's Mrs. Kirkwood?"

"She went back home today with one of her migraine headaches, but I promised to watch over you. As a matter of fact, we decided that I'm taking you to dinner tonight."

Cindy settled back in the seat with a slight feeling of relief that his neurotic wife wouldn't be fussing over her while she was shopping.

It was not until they were walking across the soft carpet of the elegantly decorated hotel lobby that the thought suddenly popped into Cindy's head. She would seduce Brad's nice conservative father! "Oh, God," she muttered to herself. "I'll get even with that mother-fucker."

As she looked up at the handsome middle-aged man walking beside her, she even decided it might be quite pleasant.

After checking her in at the desk, Mr. Kirkwood followed Cindy and the bellhop up in the elevator as he had arranged rooms on the same floor. He entered her roam with them to make certain that everything was in order. As the bellhop left, Mr. Kirkwood suggested that she freshen up while he went to his room to shower and change for dinner.

"I'll call for you in about thirty minutes."

"Where's your room?" she suddenly asked.

"It's just down the hall."

"Please let me peek at it," she smiled in a very school-girl voice.

"Well, these rooms are all pretty much alike," he answered.

"Oh, please," she continued. "It'll only take a second, and I haven't been in many big hotels."

"Okay," he laughed, leading her down the ball. He opened the door, laid the key on the table and walked over, opening the drapes so she could see the twinkling lights in the soft evening dusk. He turned, on a bedside light, and, moving toward the bathroom, smiled over at Cindy. "Run along now, dear, and I'll pick you up in about thirty minutes." As she let herself out, Cindy quickly grabbed his room key. Her bold seduction plan was rapidly forming in her mind as she returned to her room and quickly stripped off her clothes. She deftly slipped into a short, girlish dress, ignoring both panties and bra. She even skipped hose as she slipped her small feet into a pair of open toed sandals. A sudden ripple of excitement raced up through her body at the realization that she was completely naked except for the brief dress that exposed her soft tanned thighs. Within five minutes she had silently let herself back into Mr. Kirkwood's room. Moving quietly across the room, she could hear the water running in the shower. Seeing his clothes laid out, she knew he would re-enter the room completely nude, so she settled herself on the bed, casually leafing through the pages of a magazine.

As Cindy had expected, he entered the room completely naked, and she experienced a quick flutter of excitement as her eyes took in his thick round prick that hung down below his dark hairy balls. It was even larger than Brad's.

"Cindy, what the hell are you doing here?" he shouted, vainly trying to cover his dick with his hands.

"Looking at your pretty cock," she smiled as she casually laid the magazine down.

"My God," he gasped. "Get out of this room immediately!"

Slowly crossing her leg, exposing a big luscious area of tanned thighs, she smiled, "I'll bet that prick of yours is a real beauty when it's hard."

"You dirty tramp!" he exclaimed, moving across the room toward his trousers. Quick as a flash she snatched them up and with one swift motion, slid them under the bed.

"You dirty tramp!"

"You've already said that once," she laughed, lying back on the bed, exposing more leg.

He stared at her in disbelief. "What would Brad say? What would your mother think if she knew about this?"

Cindy began giggling as she thought of Brad and her mother fucking away in that hot, sweaty juice-filled bed. Cindy continued smiling, realizing that seducing this man was going to be a lot more exciting than she had expected.

"Cindy," he repeated, "please get the hell out of this room before I call the desk clerk."

His body frozen as she stared him in the eyes and replied, "Go ahead and call. You'd have one hell of a time explaining rape."

Frank Kirkwood dropped wearily into a chair, trying to comprehend what was happening to him. The whole thing was like a nightmare, and he tried to shake himself awake while the girl continued smiling at him from the bed. He closed his eyes to blot out the picture.

"Mr. Kirkwood," he heard her say, "may I please touch your cock?"

"Certainly not!" he shouted. "You are the most depraved girl I've ever seen in my life!"

Cindy flung her legs off the bed and slowly walked over and sat on the floor in front of the dazed, numb man.

"Oh, Cindy," he cried plaintively.

"And this girl would just love to suck your nice big lollipop," she whispered as she reached out to touch his leg. Slapping her hand away, he jumped up and moved across the room.

"You dirty tramp," he muttered again as he bent down to retrieve his clothes from under the bed. Like a flash, she threw her body on him, holding him tightly as her hard tits burned through her thin dress against his naked flesh.

"If you make one more move for those goddamned clothes, I'll let out a scream that'll bring every fucking person in the hotel to this room. Then try to explain this scene."

Frank shook her free and walked unsteadily back to the chair where he collapsed in mental exhaustion. Closing his eyes, he tried to sort out this unbelievable situation that engulfed him. After several minutes he opened his eyes to find Cindy standing directly in front of him. He stared at her as if hypnotized when he realized she was slowly lifting her dress higher and higher up her delicate, tanned thighs. Soon her soft blonde pussy hairs became visible as the skirt continued to creep up. When her cunt was fully exposed, she began slowly undulating her crotch back and forth in front of him. The hem kept slowly rising until her soft flat stomach revealed her dimpled navel. When she had raised it above her hard round boobs, she held the hem up under her chin. Slowly she brought her hands down and moved her fingers deliciously up and down her pink slit; then, daintily holding the wet cuntlips apart, she pushed her juicy pussy up toward his face.

"Now, Mr. Kirkwood," she whispered in a deep husky voice, "wouldn't you really enjoy some of this hot cunt?"

Shaking violently, Frank turned his face away as she dropped her dress down and knelt in front of him.

He jerked involuntarily away as she reached out and touched his prick.

"You better not make me scream for help," she whispered, gathering his soft, thick cock into her hands.

In spite of his tenor, Frank felt a stirring deep in his groin as her cool fingers moved like butterflies along his trembling rod. Against his will and wishes, his body began to respond as his cock started swelling under her gentle ministrations.

"Oh, God!" he moaned aloud while her hands slid expertly up and down along his now fully erect prickshaft. His whole body was tense and shaking, and Cindy realized he was quickly approaching a premature climax. She stopped stroking his dick and gently placed his fiery cockhead into her open mouth. As she gently sucked his twitching rod, his whole body began convulsing toward orgasm. When his climax was only seconds away, she quickly removed her mouth from his cock and stood up. Looking down at the trembling man whose whole body was shaking wildly on the verge of a climax, she whispered, "I can't go on with it. I can't let you think I'm the dirty tramp you said I was."

"You fucking bitch," he muttered to himself as he watched her move across the room and settle back on the bed with the magazine. Frank's whole body shook and ached for the sexual release she had so cruelly snatched away from him. Cindy smiled to herself, realizing how much fun she was having teasing this man old enough to be her father.

Frank sat slumped in the chair, his whole body trembling with voracious desire that refused to subside. His massive cock remained erect, throbbing to the dull ache that surged through his guts and balls.

After several minutes, Cindy laid the magazine down and looked over at the man slumped dejectedly in the chair with his steel-hard cock pointing ridiculously into the air.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kirkwood," she called in a soft voice. "I shouldn't have done that to you. Will you please come over and lay on the bed with me?"

As the man just sat looking numbly at her, she walked across the room, took his limp hand and rubbed his fingers up and down against the warm juices of her slit. Continuing to hold his hand, she led him back to the bed like a whipped puppy. Frank's body began trembling again as she cradled his face against the softness of her boobs that burned through the thin material of her dress. Lying face to face on the bed, he felt Cindy grinding her hot cunt against his throbbing cock.

Cindy asked him to roll over on his back. Then, facing him on her knees, she straddled his hips. Slowly she lowered herself until her dripping hot cunt just touched the tip of his huge straining cock. Taking his shaft in her hand, she rubbed his blood-bloated knob up and down the outside of her juicy pussylips.

Frank thought he would go wild as she lowered herself farther down until he felt her hot, oozing hole swallow his bulbous kink while her warm slippery juices trickled down his trembling shaft.

"Jesus Christ," he moaned as her cunt began a slow circling motion while she lowered her snatch slowly down on the disappearing cock. Then she began pumping her cunt slowly up and down the whole length of his frantic prick. Racing like a freight train toward a thundering climax, he slammed his hips wildly into the air to meet her every downward thrust. Feeling his body tightening for his inevitable explosion, Cindy suddenly slid off his throbbing cock and jumped to her feet by the side of the bed, watching a frustrated Frank Kirkwood humping his juice-smeared prick at the empty air…