Rudy Taylor: The neighbor_s daughter

"Would you like to come in for a cold drink?" smiled Mrs. Reynolds as Cindy drove away. Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked toward the house. A warm tinge licked at Brad's cock as he watched the sensually swinging ass move ahead of him.

Standing by the kitchen sink sipping a Coke, Margaret's eyes were again briefly drawn to the round cock bulge in Brad's cutoffs. Those same hot needles rushed up through her body as she recalled how violently that bulge had been throbbing earlier that morning. She grasped the edge of the sink as her legs slowly turned to butter.

"Are you all right?" asked Brad, noticing the Coke bottle trembling in her hand.

Margaret clenched the sink for several seconds before answering.

"Brad, do you and Cindy ever fool around?"

"Well," he smiled, "that's something you'll have to discuss with Cindy."

Shaking violently, she put the glass down and stepped toward him. Her skin was searing hot to his touch as he grasped her shoulders to steady the trembling woman.

"Oh, God!" she cried as she moved forward and laid her sobbing face against his bare chest. She trembled violently in his arms as her body screamed with sensations and desires that she could neither understand nor control. It was like a wild senseless dream, feeling his strong, arms holding her face against his masculine chest. It was if some demon possessed her as she slowly reached down and cupped his crotch in her hand.

Brad stood perfectly still after the first initial contact of her hand. Then he began to tremble himself as he felt her fingers softly caressing his throbbing tool. As it grew larger and larger, his cock pushed painfully against the tight denims, straining for freedom.

"God, Brad, that's a big prick," she whispered as she slowly knelt to her knees and began opening his zipper. Yet she wasn't prepared for the shack when the huge mass of meat sprang out like a hard steel spring. She stared at the purple knob protruding from the end of a long, thick shaft that rippled with blood engorged veins.

Margaret held the frighteningly beautiful pole of flesh in her soft hands far several moments. Quietly she released his cock, and with trembling fingers she lowered his pants all the way down, exposing the complete nakedness of the virile man. She gaped at the rampaging cock pointing skyward above the hairy scrotum that hung between his legs.

Margaret lovingly cupped her fingers under his balls, excitedly feeling their weight in her gentle hands.

Slowly she slipped her fingers under his balls and lightly traced her fingertips around the sensitive ring of his asshole.

Brad almost screamed out in ecstasy as he felt her talented fingers teasing his sensitive bung.

Then, withdrawing her fingers, she once again took his dick in her hands, moving it against the tip of her wet, darting tongue. She didn't attempt to insert his prick in her mouth, but just flicked her tongue around the nerve center on the underside of the knob. Slowly she moved her wet lips up and down the complete underside of his gleaming prickshaft until they found his nuts.

Brad's knees shook violently as she teased the entire length of his cock with her hotly slavering tongue. When she opened her lips wide, sucking his entire cockhead into the steamy hot cavern of her mouth, he began trembling so badly that he inadvertently jerked his dick out of her wildly slurping mouth.

After a few moments she stood up and, pressing her body against him, locked her arms tightly around his neck. Brad bent down and kissed her tear-stained cheeks as she intently watched him through her half-closed green eyes.

"Oh, God, Brad," she whispered. "It's been so long since I've had any cock, and I've never had anything like yours. Please don't think harshly of me. I just can't help myself."

Brad smiled down at her. "Mrs. Reynolds, it's just terrific to be with someone as great as you are."

"Brad," she whispered against his chest. "Would you think it awful if I asked you to suck my pussy?"

Within a matter of seconds, Brad had removed her halter, her scalding-wet panties and placed her firm bare ass on the edge of the kitchen table.

As his fingers gently opened the wet pussylips, he slowly pushed his tongue deeply into her lust-inflamed slit. Margaret's whole body jerked ecstatically as he swirled his tongue around in the depth of her steaming-hot gash. His face was glistening with her pungent pussy juice as his tongue softly caressed the deliciously screaming nerves deep in her pulsing cunt hole.

"Oh, God, Brad!" she screamed as he withdrew his tongue from her dribbling hole and began flicking it lightly around her stiff clitoris.

"Brad! Brad!" she sobbed as he slowly sucked her rock-hard clit into his mouth. She lacked her soft thighs tightly against his cheeks as he gently licked and rolled the sensitive bud between his lips.

"Oh, God," she moaned, straining her hips up, grinding her dripping cunt against his slavering mouth.

"Brad! Brad, don't stop! Don't stop! Oooohhh, darling!" she screwed as she frantically humped her aching cunt against his juice-drenched face.

"Oh, my God, Brad, I'm coming!" she cried, her whole body shaking and trembling on the table. "Eeeeekkk!! Oh, shit! Suck, baby, suck! Suck faster! Don't stop! Oh, Brad, I'm coming! I'm coming!" she screamed as her whole body seemed to lurch up off the table in a wild, frantic spasm.

"Oh, God," she moaned as she fell back in complete exhaustion. "That was a real come, baby. God, can you eat pussy."

As Brad stood up, licking the sticky, tangy cunt juice from around his mouth, Margaret again became aware of his huge cock, which had grown even harder with the excitement of his muff-diving.

She climbed off the table and reached for his hand. "That was great, baby, but now we're going to bed and take care of your beautiful big hard prick."

Entering her bedroom, Mrs. Reynolds sat quietly on the edge of the bed, admiring the rigid tool protruding from the man standing before her.

"God, that's a beauty," she whispered passionately as she reached out and gently stroked his straining fuck-stick.

"I'm going to give you the greatest fuck of your life. There's been a lot of sex stored up in me for the past few years, and you're going to get the whole fucking works."

Releasing his cock, she sensually lay back across the bed, slowly opening her tanned thighs, exposing the red pussy hairs that framed the wet, puffy lips of her snatch.

Sensually folding her arms behind her head, she slowly began to rotate her juicy pussy in front of the boy's ogling eyes.

"Do you like that cunt, Brad?" she purred, reaching down and slowly caressing her wet cuntlips with delicate, probing fingers.

As he continued staring at the lascivious fingers working against her soft, rosy cunt flesh, she whispered up at him, "Come on, Brad. Get on the bed and hold me in your arms."

As he complied, she pressed her warm belly against his throbbing dong while pushing her hard nipples up toward his mouth. His lips sucked the delicious fruit as his hands caressed her firm jugs.

"Oh, Brad," she moaned while he sucked and licked the stiffly erect nipple buds.

Slowly he lowered his hand until it was gently stroking the inside of her soft thighs. Margaret began grinding her crotch against his hand when his finger gently parted the soft red pussy hairs around her quivering gash. He continued sucking and nibbling her swollen nipples, while his finger slowly moved in and out and around her hot juicy cuntlips.

Grinding her dribbling slit up against his pumping finger, she reached down and grabbed his long thick cock.

"Oh, God, Mrs. Reynolds," he moaned as she began stroking the full length of his massive shaft with her soft fingers.