Rudy Taylor: The neighbor_s daughter

When his spent prick finally dropped out of her hot mouth, she licked the last drops of cock cream from her lips.

"Well," she smiled, standing up, "maybe you'd like to eat that redhead's pussy, but you'll never get a blow job like this from her."

"I can't argue that," he laughed. "There's no one in the world that can suck cock like you can."

"That's because I really love it," she answered, moving toward the dressing room. "I really love the incredible taste of your hot cum juice."

She stopped and turned back when she reached the door.

"Let's not stay over there too late this evening. I expect a wild cunt-splitting fuck from you tonight. You know bow the taste of jizz turns me on."

"Shit, Kay," he shot back, "everything turns you on."

He started for the bathroom to clean his prick but stopped and smiled, realizing that nothing could ever clean it off as well as she had.

"How did your golf go today?" Nora Kirkwood smiled as she poured Frank a martini she had been mixing while he showered and changed.

"Well," he muttered, "if I hadn't had five double bogies on the first nine, I might have shot an eighty."

Frank took his drink and settled down in his favorite chair for a relaxation before they had to go over to Margaret Reynolds' party. Nora looked so lovely to him as she moved restlessly around the room in a crisp white pantsuit that modestly revealed her fine graceful figure.

"Frank," she finally said, "I'm sorry about this morning, but I just wasn't in the mood for bed play. I realize that you seem to have a stronger sex drive than I have, and I promise to be more cooperative in the future."

Frank stood up and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. "Where's Brad? He's going over to the party with us, isn't he?"

"He's getting dressed now," she laughed. "He spent the whole day helping Cindy and her mother prepare for the party. He was so exhausted when he got home this afternoon that he just sacked out on his bed."

"These kids sure can't take it like we did in the old days," he mumbled through his martini glass.

Nora laughed as she poured him another drink.

"Hi, Dad, how did your golf game go today?" asked Brad as he entered the room.

When Frank muttered something under his breath, Brad laughed and suggested it was about time to walk over to the Reynolds.

As they entered the Reynolds' garden, Margaret met them in a simple white and green peasant blouse and short flaring skirt that contrasted beautifully with her soft red hair. "Well, here's my head bartender," she smiled, taking Frank's extended hand and kissing Nora on the cheek.

"Hi, Brad," she quipped lightly to the bay who only hours ago was pounding his cock up her horny cunt. "You folks will never know what a fantastic help Brad has been to me today."

"Well, we think he's a very fine son," Nora laughed as she gave him a light hug around the waist.

Brad waved as he saw Cindy walked toward them. Her long blonde hair flowed down her shoulders, held back by a thin, black velvet ribbon.

Brad smiled with anticipation as he was sure this girl was pantless as well.

"Hi, Brad," she giggled as she drew his head down for a sweet short kisses.

"Now I want you to come over and meet the Dentons," called Margaret over her shoulder as she started moving toward the couple standing by the improvised bar.

Bill Denton extended his hand to Frank's when Margaret introduced them. Nora Kirkwood was captivated by his open friendly smile. Bill was a striking man in his well-tailored maroon slacks. His wavy blond hair fell beautifully styled to the neck of his maroon, flowered sports shirt. But the one who really caught the attention was Kay Denton, wearing a short black dress, which contrasted beautifully against her dazzlingly ivory-white skin.

As more guests arrived, the hum of laughing voices and the sound of tinkling ice blended beautifully with the stereo music they had piped out into the garden.

"Well, what do you think of the natives?" whispered Kay when she and Bill were temporarily alone.

"I think they're real great couple, but we're sure as hell not going to find any swinging couples in this crowd."

"When your redhead's blonde daughter grows up, she'll really be something," Kay laughed. "I'm sure you've noticed the way she's poking those wild tits around. I wonder if that cute Brad kid ever gets around to nibbling them."

Their conversation was interrupted as Carl Henderson, the local Ford dealer, strode up. As the men drifted into a conversation about the energy shortage, Kay drifted back over to the bar where Frank Kirkwood was playing bartender.

"Can I offer you anything?" he greeted.

"That all depends," she said with a naughty smile, tilting her face up to his. "What can you offer a sex-starved gal?"

Frank began fumbling wit glasses.

"Well?" she teased when he didn't answer.

He cleared his throat and replied that they had almost every kind of alcohol she might want.

Kay turned to leave, smiling back over her shoulder at him. "When you can think of something else to offer a girl, please call me, Frank."

He stood frozen, watching her slowly move away with those gorgeous white bare thighs undulating under the swinging black skirt.

Later, as Frank was sitting with Nora, his thoughts were still filled with saucy violet eyes and flashing bare thighs of Kay Denton.

"Enjoying yourself, dear?" she asked, laying her hand on his leg.

"It's all right, but I'm looking forward to getting home early."

"Don't you like them?" she asked with a puzzled frown on her pretty face.

"Oh, I like them all right," he laughed. "I just want to go home and fuck the hell out of my wife."

"I wouldn't count on it. I have the mast excruciating headache tonight."

Frank wearily laid his head back and closed his eyes while laughing violet eyes and soft white thighs swam through his brain.

As Kay walked over to her husband, he put his arm around her, lightly kissing her on the nose.

"Well, darling, how's hunting?" he asked. "God, they're square," she sighed. "I subtly offered my juicy cunt to that Frank Kirkwood, and he was so shocked I thought his beautiful gray hair was going to fly out."

"Well," he laughed, "I don't think the natives around here are accustomed to having gorgeous gals walk up and offer their juicy cunts."

As another couple joined them, the subject was abruptly dropped.

Cindy and Brad sat alone on a lounge, watching the guests moving around the gaily lighted garden.

Laying her head on his shoulder, she whispered, "I sure wish they'd all leave so you could give me a good fuck."

"Are you ready?" he laughed as he cupped her firm boob, feeling the hard nipple pushing against the thin material of her dress.

"I sure am," she giggled as she flashed her skirt up just enough for him to see her exposed pussy hairs. He smiled to himself as he had already guessed she wasn't wearing panties.

The thought of her hot bare pussy only a few inches from him fired a wild flame deep down in his loins. Sensing his arousal, she laid her hand down against his crotch, feeling his dick begin to squirm and throb against her hand.

"Oh, shit," he moaned. "Please stop. People can see us."

"Okay," she laughed as she stood up, took his hand and led him around the corner to a small alcove in the unlighted part of the garden. Lying down together on the soft warm grass, he moved his hand up her warm thighs until his probing fingers touched the soaking wet hairs guarding her inflamed pussy. Suddenly he turned around and lowered his face between her tanned legs while she lay back and invitingly spread her quivering cuntlips apart with her small hands. Slowly, he began running his probing tongue up and down the entire length of her quivering gash. Cindy's brief dress slipped way above her waist as she twisted around to a position where she could reach his cock. After much reaching, she was able to get his slacks open and release his huge dong. It was an uncomfortable position so she again moved over and straddled his face as she forced her ass and cunt against his mouth, while she leaned forward, taking his cock into her mouth in the good old sixty-nine position.