Rudy Taylor - The neighbor_s daughter

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.