J Watson: The neighbor_s daughter

But Carol had been thinking about those pictures all during supper. She found herself getting excited by them. She had never looked at any kind of dirty pictures before. Sure, some of the boys had bought those male magazines and she'd caught glimpses of them, but she'd never really looked closely at them.

Carol slipped into her room and shut the door behind her. She went to her bed and took out the envelope from beneath the covers where she'd hidden it earlier. She stretched out on the bed. Her hands trembled as she opened the envelope, and took out the pack of black and white pictures.

The first picture took ha breath away. It was the picture of a woman leaning against a wall of a house. She was dressed immaculately except for one thing. Her blouse was open all the way down the front and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her large, pink titties showed plainly.

Just the picture wasn't enough to make her gasp for breath. It was the fact that she immediately recognized the woman in the picture. It was Laura Fisher. In a hundred thousand years Carol would never dream that the beautiful and cool Mrs. Fisher would pose like this.

It really made her body tremble and she could feel a sudden tingling sensation in her pussy.

She turned over the next picture. Another picture of Mrs. Fisher! She was sitting on the couch in her living room and this time she was completely naked except for her panties. She was looking into the camera with a seductive look. She was licking her lips with the tip of her pink tongue.

"I can't believe this," Carol said softly. "I just can't believe it!"

For some reason her skin had started to feel suddenly itchy. She could feel dryness in her mouth. She turned to the next picture and felt a flush spread through her body. The third picture showed Mrs. Fisher on her hands and knees looking over her shoulder. Her pretty ass was completely revealed as well as the pussy hairs between her legs. At one corner of the picture Carol could see Mr. Fisher standing there. He was also naked and he had his hand on his cock. His cock was hard.

Carol turned over the next picture. Now Mr. Fisher was rubbing his cock against his wife's ass. Carol could almost feel his fat cock rubbing against her pussy and ass.

Carol moved her hands up her body and started caressing her hot titties. They had suddenly gotten hard and aching. Her bra felt too tight. She unbuttoned her blouse and slipped her hand behind her back to unhook her bra. She pulled the bra loose from her aching tits.

Immediately she started running her fingertips over one hard nipple while she turned the pictures with the other. The next picture had Mr. Fisher fucking his wife from behind. Carol could actually see his big cock deep in his wife's pussy. Carol could feel the insides of her thighs itching with fire.

"I can't stand it," Carol said softly. She had not been fucked in two weeks and her pussy felt like it was on fire. She tugged her short skirt up her legs and put her other hand between her legs. She sighed as she rubbed her fingertips up and down the entrance to her wet pussy. "That feels so good," she moaned.

She slid two fingers inside herself and began to work them in and out. Immediately she felt her pussy start churning with pussy juices. She stabbed another finger inside. She began to move her fingers around inside her pussy until her fingers were sopping wet with her juice. She started pushing her fingers against her clitty.

"So fucking good," she moaned. "That feels so fucking good!"

She continued to turn the pictures and rub her titties with the same hand. All of the rest of the pictures had Mr. Fisher and his wife fucking one another. It was the most brutal pornography she'd ever seen. She had never expected to see anything like this, especially with the cool Mrs. Fisher as the subject.

She put away the last picture, then leaned back and closed her eyes. Her fingers worked inside her pussy feverishly. She kept having mental pictures of her pussy getting fucked by Mr. Fisher and his son. And somehow Laura was in the bed with them and she was close to them watching Laura getting fucked and feeling Laura's soft body close to hers.

The door opened and Carol froze in shock. Any other time her father would have knocked, but perhaps tonight he just didn't think about it. He was concerned about her, and he'd just wanted to talk.

Now he stood in the doorway and saw his naked daughter with her legs spread and her fingers feverishly working inside her pussy. His face was red.

Carol couldn't seem to do anything. She knew she should tug her skirt down and take her fingers out of her pussy, but she couldn't seem to make herself move.

"Daddy," she said, her voice scared.

For a few moments Fred Banister just stood in the doorway, without moving. He didn't know what to do. He knew he should look away from his daughter but his eyes remained hungrily fastened on her lush young body.

She was fine looking. He hadn't seen a body like his daughter's since he'd bought a copy of one of those male magazines. It had made his hands tremble to look at all those young bodies, just as his hands trembled now.

Fred finally, stepped in and shut the door behind him, even though he didn't know why he was doing it.

"What are you going to do to me, Daddy?" Carol asked.

Carol had finally gotten strength enough to pull her hand out of her pussy and pull her skirt down around her knees. She hadn't thought to button up her blouse and her tits still peeked through.

Her father's face had gotten even redder. "I haven't spanked you in a long time. I'm going to do that now."

Fred reached around and locked the door. "Get up," Fred said. "I'm going to put you across my knees."

Carol was trembling with fright as she got up. Her father sat down on the bed. He bent her over his knee and tugged up her skirt. He could feel his breath catching in his throat as he stared at her pink ass cheeks. He put his hand on one of them.

"You have to be punished for what you were doing," Fred said softly. "I'll not tell your mother, but you have to be punished."

Her father began to spank her. Her ass cheeks ached with the slap of his hands.

He started slapping her hard at first, but then she could feel the slaps getting lighter. Before a few minutes had passed she could feel the slaps turning into caresses. She couldn't believe it was happening. Not her father! Not the slender, mild-mannered man she had always known. He was actually playing with her ass. His own daughter's ass!

"Daddy," she said. "Are you through spanking me?"

"You're beautiful, Carol," he said. "I don't think I've ever known anyone as beautiful as you!"

He continued to rub his hands along her beautiful ass. Somehow they were falling backwards on the bed. Carol started kissing her father's mouth. She wasn't surprised when she felt his tongue probing her mouth.

She started rubbing her tongue against his. She forgot that he was her father. He was a man who had a cock and she could already feel it pushing against her leg. Her father was turned on, almost as horny as she was.

"Oh Daddy," she moaned softly. "Oh Daddy, your hands feel good. Keep playing with my ass like that. Play with my whole body!"

He started running his hands up and down her body. He was no longer just playing with her ass, but he was caressing her big, swollen tits and running his fingertips across her nipples.

"Your mother doesn't have tits like yours," he moaned. "You've got great tits. Big fucking tits!"

Her father lowered his head. His tongue rubbed her fat nipples. Electric jolts of pleasure shot through her body. Her titties grew harder than they'd ever felt before. She found herself reaching for the back of his head. She pulled his face closer against her titties as she tried to get him to take more.