Ray Todd - The neighbor_s naughty wife

From that time an, sitting on Uncle Fred's lap was the most exciting thing in the world as his finger slithered in and out bf her lurching little body. The child could hardly wait for his frequent visits to her house.

One afternoon her mother had to go shopping and left the child with Uncle Fred.

"Oh, Uncle Fred," she had whispered, climbing onto his lap. "Will you finger me?"

"Take your panties off and I'll do something better," he smiled.

When her little cunt was bared, he picked the child up, and carrying her to a sofa, placed her on her back. Becky would never forget the wild thrill when he opened her thighs and started licking her quivering little pussy. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost unbearable, and looking back at it years later, Becky realized that what she had felt had actually been her very first orgasm.

"Would you like to lick mine?" he had whispered when Becky had regained control of herself.

"Do men have pussies?" she asked.

"No," he smiled, "men have big lollipops."

"You're teasin'," she had giggled.

"No I'm not."

"Prove it."

Becky would never forget the shock she felt when her uncle lowered his zipper and brought out his big hard honker. Until then, she'd had no idea what a man's sex organs looked like. The sight of the hard fleshy pole almost frightened the little girl to death. After staring at it for a long time, she reached out with childish curiosity and tentatively touched it with her fingers. To this day, Becky could vividly remember how excitingly hard and hot it was to her touch.

"See," he had smiled. "I do have a lollipop."

"Can I lick it?" she had asked.

"Certainly, darling."

That had been the beginning of the most exciting time of the girl's young life. He taught her how to jack him off as well as blow him, and as her reward, he would either finger-fuck or eat her little cunt.

It was during this period that she began dusting her pussy with scented powders and burshing the soft downy little pubic hairs that were beginning to appear. She wanted her little cunt to be clean and pretty for her wonderful uncle.

Then one day, he suddenly stopped coming to the house, and Becky never saw him again. Years later she heard rumors that he'd been sent to prison for child molesting. As the years sped by, the young girl never forgot her uncle's beautiful big cock.

When Becky had just passed her twelfth birthday, she eagerly gave up her virginity to a young boy across the street. He had been the first of several boys who had balled the highly sexed girl, but none of their little hard pricks were like her uncle's wonderful big cock. She became more and more obsessed with thoughts of big, man-sized honkers. Getting no fulfillment from the younger boys, she now kept to herself, preening her little pussy, and masturbating with fantasies of man sized cocks that she realized were not readily available to girls her age.

Sitting in the living room, lovingly brushing her smooth shimmering bush, Becky's thoughts continued returning to her neighbor, Ted Wilson. She hadn't seen a grown man's cock since her uncle disappeared, until she saw Ted Wilson jacking off in his yard. She couldn't seem to erase the beautifully obscene sight from her mind. Every time she masturbated, she could see her neighbor standing in front of her, stroking his magnificently big cock.

When she finished brushing her cuntal hairs, Becky stood up and lowered her short dress over her otherwise naked little body. Walking into the kitchen, she decided to make hot dogs for her lunch. She was just putting water into the saucepan when she saw Mr. Wilson turn into his driveway. As always, the sight of the man sent hot flashes burning through her loins. She had never seen him come home during the day before, and she was curious about what he was doing.

Ted Wilson saw his wife's car when he drove into the driveway, and cheerily called her name as he entered the house. He was darned disappointed when he discovered her note, saying that she had gone out with Lois and wouldn't be back until early evening. Because Jan had been so tired lately, they hadn't had sex for several nights, and being in a super horny mood, Ted had decided to drive home, hoping for a nooner.

Having informed his office that he was taking the rest of the day off, he decided to scrape up some lunch. He had just taken a carton of milk out of the refrigerator when the doorbell rang.

"Hi, Mr. Wilson," his little red-headed neighbor smiled when he opened the door.

"Hello, Becky," he grinned, his eyes immediately drawn to her big bra-less boobs, rolling salaciously around under the thin material of her dress.

"I need help," she nervously stammered, her soft warm eyes pleading up to him. "Our power has gone off and I don't know a darn thing about the fuse box."

"Let me put this milk away," he answered, still holding the carton. "I was just starting to fix lunch."

"Oh, I'm sorry to have disturbed you," she whispered.

"Not at all," was his reply. "Just let me put this milk back in the fridge."

Quickly putting the milk away, he followed the girl across the lawn to her house.

"Where's the fuse box?" he asked as they entered.

"It's in the utility room, just off the kitchen," Becky replied, leading him through the house, her smooth bare thighs deliciously exposed beneath her extremely short dress.

Indicating the door to the utility room, Becky watched him leave, and when he was gone, she quickly hopped up onto the high counter top of the sink. Deftly raising her short skirt and opening her thighs, she made certain that he couldn't miss the sight of her pubic hairs when he returned through the door.

He had only been gone a few seconds when the stove light came back on, indicating that power had been restored.

"It was the breaker switch," he called from the other room.

Becky smiled to herself, knowing that she'd pulled the switch.

"Now, Becky, if you ever…" he stopped short as he walked back into the room, his eyes drawn to her half-exposed little slit.

"Yes?" she coyly smiled.

"If y-you ever h-have that trouble again," he stammered, trying to regain his composure, "it's the switch on the bottom left."

"Gee, I sure appreciate this," she smiled, sensually swinging her legs from the counter top.

"It was no trouble," he blurted, his eyes nervously glancing at her lusciously exposed thighs.

"Why don't you stay and have a bite to eat with me?" she suddenly suggested, jumping dawn from the counter. "I was just gonna make some hot dogs."

"No thanks," he smiled. "I don't want to put you to any trouble."

"It's no trouble," she giggled, reaching for one of the big weenies on the counter. "You don't know what I can do to a hot dog."

Smiling teasingly at the man, Becky slowly put the end of the weenie between her full, moist lips. Slowly and sensually she slid it into her mouth.

Ted stared as if he were in a trance as she sensuously wrapped her moist slippery lips around its fat length and pushed it slowly in and out of her mouth, her teasing eyes looking directly into his.

"Mmmmmmm, what I can't do to a hot dog," she sighed, removing it from her mouth and running her tongue up and down the length of the obscene-looking sausage.

Ted knew that he should get out of the house, but he stood frozen, watching the weenie slither back into the brazen little girl's hot open mouth.

Winking suggestively at the man, she made wet slurping sounds as she sucked on it while her fingers wantonly stroked, the part that was protruding from her mouth.

"I wish you'd stay," she whispered, slowly removing the weenie from her lips with a soft slurping sound. "I'll show you what I can really do to a hot dog."

Staring into the young girl's sensuously pleading eyes, Ted could feel his stiff cock churning around in the confines of his pants. He fully realized that no matter how desirable the child was, he would be heading for big trouble if he laid a hand on her. It could mean his wife, his job and even prison if he messed around with this little teen-aged prickteaser.