Frank Masters - Naked neighbor girl

"Not bad," she whispered a few minutes later as she released his now-limp prick. "You came nice for me. I do love to taste your cum!"

"Do you think we were too loud?" he asked, meaning could Sandy hear them.

"No," she answered. "The door was shut. Besides, Sandra probably sucks cock herself by now."

The thought of his stepdaughter sucking on his hard cock was suddenly very exciting to Dean. He knew that he shouldn't be thinking about it, but for some reason, he was turned on by the idea of that hot girl in the other room sucking on his prick.

"How is she doing?" he asked, trying to get the thought out of his mind.

"She will be fine," answered the mother. "Do you remember that we are supposed to go over and meet your new boss tomorrow?"

"Yeah," he said. "I think that you will like him."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked.

"You know what I mean."

"No, I don't," she insisted.

"He looks just like that actor on your favorite soap."

"Which one?"

"The night-time one," he said, his hand drifting back to her soaking wet pussy. One finger lightly traced a line between her swollen pussy lips.

"I know that!" she said, enjoying his playing. "I mean which actor?"

"The father, what's his name?"

"Oh," she said, suddenly interested. "Does he really look like him?"

"That got your attention," he teased. "Is your cunt always this wet when you think about other men?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. "I do get turned on easy, as you know."

Lowering his mouth to her still-exposed nipple, Dean sucked in the soft flesh gently, feeling the slight push from her chest muscles in response to his warm lips.

"How well do you want me to treat your boss, when I see him?" she asked with a gleam in her eye.

"Well, we don't want him thinking that you don't like him," Dean said, going along with her teasing. "Do we?"

"I'll try hard to make him think that I like him," she said, humping her hips up lustily.

Dean felt his cock start to enlarge once again as he thought about the wife of his boss. Karen didn't know yet, but Rebecca Graham owned one of the nicest sets of tits that Dean had ever seen. Her husband, Clifford, had shown Dean a picture of her in a very sexy bikini, and Dean liked what he saw in the picture. He was hoping that Karen and Rebecca got along. He hoped that they got along wonderfully! That way, Dean could have a chance to fuck the big-titted blonde girl.

With the picture of those big soft tits in his mind, Dean rolled over to stick his newly ready prick inside of his wife's tight wet cunt. It was time for the christening that she wanted.

Sandy and her folks worked most of the next day, putting away all of the things that they unpacked from the seemingly endless stacks of boxes. About two hours before the time that Karen and Dean were scheduled to go to the party just a few streets down from where they were settling in, they took a break to get ready.

"What kind of party is this?" asked Sandy as she saw her mother dabbing perfume between the creamy mounds of her tits.

"Just a get together, Sandra," said the girl's sexy mother, looking into the mirror.

Sandy wasn't stupid! She knew when a woman was just going out, and when a woman was going all out! Her mother was spending too much time primping for this party for it to be nothing but a meeting.

"Let's get going!" called Dean from the living room, the keys to the car in his hand, his voice anxious.

"I'm ready!" yelled Karen. She looked to her young daughter and added: "We might be late, so go ahead and fix yourself something to eat."

"I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?" asked Karen, torn between going to the party, and staying home with her only child.

"Go, and have fun," said Sandy, pushing Karen toward the front door.

"Bye, baby!" called her mother as she left. Dean and Karen drove to the beautiful home of Clifford and Rebecca Graham. It was only a short distance away, but it was definitely a step up from their own nice new home. This house had a backyard that was set up nicely, with a pool and a four-person hot tub. Up on the stone porch was a backyard bar. It was a beautiful place.

Now, two strong tropical drinks later, the four strangers were acting like they had known each other for ages. Karen was sitting on the family room couch with Clifford. He was a few years older than she was, but he was still in good shape. He had shown her his weight room earlier, and she could see the big firm muscles that using those weights had built. She wondered if his sex muscle was as well-developed.

In the hour and a half that they had been there, Karen had caught Cliff looking at her braless tits at least six or seven times. She had worn a very thin summer dress that did nothing to hide her fully erect nipples. At first, they were up because she was nervous about meeting Dean's boss, but that feeling soon passed. She now was sporting two pebble-like nipples because of the attention of the handsome man sitting on the couch right at her side.

"I love your place," cooed Karen. "I have always wanted a hot tub…"

"I use it every day," said the big burly man, his eyes back on her two twin tit-mounds. "It is very good for taking the stiffness out of a man."

Smiling at his obvious word play, Karen looked around for her husband. He was not in sight, and she wasn't sure if she should do what she had in mind.

"Have you seen the others?" she asked.

"They said something about going swimming," answered the older man.

"I would like to try your hot tub," teased the sexy brunette. "Do you think that Becca would mind if you show it to me?"

It was Cliff's turn to smile at the double meaning. He stood and held his hand out for her to take. Pulling the bubble blanket off of the tub, he waved his arm like a salesman in a commercial.

"Voila!" he announced.

"Oh," she cooed. "How does it work?"

Reaching behind the tank, Cliff flipped a switch, starting the warm water bubbling and swirling in the redwood tub. He dipped one finger into the scented water and flipped a few drops on Karen's sexy dress.

"Quit!" she squealed. "You will get my new dress all wet."

"How do you plan to keep it dry in a hot tub," he asked, starting to take off his silk shirt.

Watching the most attractive man that she had been close to in a long time take off his shirt started her hot pussy dripping. As he tossed the shirt on a lawn chair and unbuckled his pants, she held her breath. The pants and shorts fell, and she caught her first glimpse of his huge cock. It was a monster! Even in its soft state, it was huge!

"How about it?" he asked as he lowered his well-muscled body into the swirling water. "Are you coming with me or not?"

Looking around once more for her man, Karen gave up and let her body win. She quickly stripped off the thin dress and the only other things that she had on – her shoes and her panties.

Trembling with excitement, the sexy brunette climbed into the tub with Cliff. She was so turned on that when he reached for her, she had no will to turn him down. His strong arms held her shivering body in a tight grip, as his mouth closed on hers for a first, gentle kiss. She felt his tongue trace the line of her lips, asking for entrance to her warm mouth. Opening to allow his flashing tongue to touch her own probing one, Karen melted into his arms. Sucking passionately on his tongue, she felt his slippery hand moving down her back to cup the cheeks of her ass.

Reaching between their two wet bodies, Karen found the huge growing cock hanging from his crotch. It was only half-hard, but it was obvious that it was going to be a two-hander when it had finished growing. Her soft fist started to stroke up and down over the head of his thick prickshaft. She cupped his equally large balls in her other hand, gently squeezing them as she continued to milk his now-hard fucker.