Rudy Taylor: The neighbor_s daughter

Horny thoughts were running through Frank Kirkwood's mind as he stood before the mirror, lathering his ruggedly handsome face. It was Saturday morning, and like every Saturday morning he would soon be on the golf course, and like every Saturday morning, his thoughts were of Nora, not golf. His thick cock quivered as his thoughts drifted to his lovely wife sleeping in the next room. He loved Nora very much, and his whole body ached with a flaming desire to thrust his big rod deep into her warm pussy, but he realized it was out of the question. It had been several weeks since she had reluctantly let him fuck her, and he knew it would be many more weeks before she would consent again. During their nineteen years of marriage, Nora's sex drive had slowly waned until it was now almost nonexistent. Over the last few years there had been so many bitter quarrels over sex that Frank had finally given up. With his strict moral ethics, he had never remotely considered an outside affair and kept his ever mounting frustrations locked inside his tense body. Frank Kirkwood was one of Clarksville's more successful businessmen, as well as a civic leader in the small community. With their handsome seventeen-year-old son, Brad, the Kirkwoods were considered by their friends and neighbors as an ideal family.

When he finished shaving, Frank walked slowly down the hall to their bedroom. His massive cock gave another lurch as he stood by the bed and watching his lovely sleeping wife.

With an uncontrollable urge, he crawled into bed and drew her deliciously rounded ass against his burning, throbbing cock. Reaching under her gown, he slipped his hand up between her warm thighs until his fingers found her soft curling pussy hairs. Half-asleep, Nora pushed her ass harder against his trembling cock while his fingers probed gently into her sensitive cuntlips. Fully awake now, she slowly turned over, offering her soft parted lips for his morning kiss.

"What's this?" she smiled as she reached down and touched the iron-hard prickshaft that was pushing against her body.

"This object, my darling," he whispered, "is my beautiful steaming cock that I'm about to deposit up that gorgeous pussy of yours."

"But, Frank, you're playing golf this morning."

"That can wait. I'm going to screw my beautiful wife this morning."

"Frank, we can't. I've got so many things to do. I should have been up hours ago."

Without answering, he took her hand and placed her fingers around his blood-engorged dong. When Nora's limp hand made no attempt to fondle his tool, he took her wrist and slowly slid her fingers up and down his throbbing cockshaft.

"You might as well stop getting yourself worked up," she sighed, removing her hand from his aching prick. "There isn't going to be any sex this morning, so get up and dress for your golf game."

"Goddamn it, Nora!" he raged as his long pent-up frustrations exploded. "What the hell does it take to turn you on?"

Furiously throwing back the sheets, he roughly forced her thighs apart and buried his wild, slavering face into her honey-pot cunt. Delicate, mysterious pussy aromas filled his dilated nostrils as he furiously licked the soft inner lining of her sweet gash. For several moments he wildly twirled his tongue around in her puffy, pink slit, then withdrew to flick it delicately around her clit.

Frank was so consumed with his passion that he was unprepared for the furious slap across his face and the vicious crack of her knee against his head.

As he bolted upright with dazed disbelief on his stunned face, Nora smiled up at him. "I told you I don't feel like fooling around," she said calmly.

"Oh, God, Nora," he screamed, "I can't stand it! If you won't fuck, please do something!"

Suddenly in a blind, shaking rage, he straddled Nora's waist and pushed his big purple-tipped, throbbing dick toward her face.

"Suck me, Nora!" he screamed hysterically. "Suck me off!"

"You asshole," she muttered between clenched teeth. "If you want a blow job so Goddamned bad, go find a stinking whore, but leave me alone!"

"Suck it, Nora! Suck my cock!"

"Frank," she hissed in a cold, deadly calm voice, "if you bring that filthy thing an inch closer to me, I'd bite the son of a bitch off, and I mean it. Now get up, take a cold shower and get out of here."

As Frank walked unsteadily from the room, he heard Nora shout after him, "I hope to hell that Brad won't grow up to be a pervert like his father!"

Brad Kirkwood, Frank and Nora's teenage son, was sitting in the morning sun on Cindy Reynolds' patio. Cindy was a beautiful girl with long blonde hair who lived alone with her widowed mother, Margaret Reynolds. Brad, who had been going steady with Cindy for about six months, had come over to help them decorate the patio and garden for a party Mrs. Reynolds was giving that evening in honor of the Dentons, a new couple that had recently moved into the neighborhood. Brad was settled comfortably in a lounge chair wearing only a pair of cutoff denims that exposed his tan, muscular body. Cindy was sitting on the ground beside him with her hand draped casually across his legs. As Margaret Reynolds discussed the decorating plans, she couldn't help but admire the couple with their deeply tanned bodies, but the exciting contrast was Brad's wavy dark hair and soft brown eyes against Cindy's deep-blue eyes and long blonde hair. They were a beautiful, healthy couple. Margaret liked the boy very much and enjoyed his company. Brad had spent most of his free time around her home since he had started going with her daughter. Noticing Cindy's nipples pressing so saucily out against the soft material of her low-cut halter, she wondered if perhaps Cindy might dress a too boldly. For some unknown reason, she wondered if Brad ever fooled around with her daughter's firm round tits. Her mind raced on to the thought that they possibly had fucked, and a wicked tingle whispered through her cunt as she momentarily pictured the couple locked together in a passionate screw.

As Mrs. Reynolds continued, to discuss the party arrangements, Brad became acutely aware of Cindy's nails lightly and secretly making patterns against the skin of his inner thigh. She knew this always turned him on.

His thoughts drifted back to an evening last winter when he and Cindy had been sitting in front of her fireplace doing their homework. Mrs. Reynolds was out for the evening. Cindy hat suddenly closed her book and moved over on her knees in front of Brad. Putting both arms around his neck, she pulled his face down to hers, covering his mouth with her soft open lips. Brad remembered how he had almost come in his pants when for the first time in his life a girl's hard pointed tongue had probed and darted around in his mouth. She then pulled her face back a few inches, and, looking tenderly into his eyes, she had whispered, "I love you, Brad Kirkwood."

Brad would never forget how she had laid her head in his lap. After several minutes, she had turned her face up to him and quietly asked, "Why haven't you ever made a pass at me?"

"I g-guess I just didn't want to upset you," he stammered.

"Well," she grinned, "a girl's gotta know if a guy cares."

Turning her face back against his lap, Brad became aware that she was lightly moving her fingers across his now bulging crotch. Feeling his body begin to tremble, she began massaging his hidden prick more vigorously.

"Brad, honey," she whispered, "I'll bet that's really some cock you keep hidden under there."

Brad was too dazed to answer.

"Can I bring it out and play?" she whispered as she slowly pulled down his zipper.

Then suddenly his massive cockhead sprung out into the warmth of the room. He remembered the feel of her fingers softly stroking it as she held his throbbing prickshaft against her warm cheek.