Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

"Ohhh, baby," Rod had moaned as he began to push into her.

June would never forget the strange mixture of feelings she'd experienced then. There was terror, because his cock was so thick and her virgin cunt so tight, and there was shame, because she was a good girl and yet she was liking it. Most of all there was stunning unexpected pleasure as her steamy little cunt received its very first cock. She hadn't expected it to be so good… Rod was gentle and careful, going into her very slowly, and she helplessly whimpered and creamed around him as his swollen meat filled more and more of her.

When he came to the thick baffler of her hymen, it hurt terribly. June could still remember the sudden and awful pain as Rod's fat hard cock head pressed insistently against the fleshy membrane, and how she'd cried out and flinched.

"Sweetheart," he'd said gently, "I'm gonna have to break through. It'll hurt, but only for a moment."

"I know," she'd replied, struggling not to cry.

He pushed hard; and June screamed. The pain was awful, and she felt a hot rush of virgin blood running out of her, soaking the sheet beneath them. Yet as Rod had promised, it was over in a moment. She felt his thick hot meat filling her completely, touching her womb, and it was very good. She loved the feeling of having him fully in her, stuffing and possessing her cunt.

"Are you okay?" he'd asked tenderly.

She'd smiled at him. "I'm fine, just fine."

It was true. She was all right then, and their love-making had been wonderful. She enjoyed it thoroughly, and she came the very first time they did it. Yet never had she been able to let herself go completely, not then, not later. Even in the early years of their marriage, when the sex was very good, June had never been able to overcome her inhibitions.

Sometimes she would lie awake after fucking and think of what she really wanted to do. She wanted so much to touch Rod's cock and play with it. She wanted to tell him how she enjoyed his fucking, to use wanton and shameless words to express her joy. She wanted to wrap her legs around him, move with him, fuck him as he was fucking her.

She never did any of those things. She was just too inhibited. Perhaps that was why their sex life had gone stale and boring. She'd never been able to experiment or invent, and Rod had never encouraged her to do so. He was looser and less inhibited than she was, yet he had his hang-ups, too. He could never ask for what he wanted. If she'd just had a word from him, a request, it might have been different.

Well, it was too late now. They were bored with each other, and the good days were far in the past. He was fucking her tonight, yes, but mechanically, almost angrily. She didn't blame him for his anger. She knew her cunt was dry and unresponding, that she was like a lifeless doll in his arms.

She shuddered to think that the rest of their life was going to be like this.

Rod, fucking his unresponding wife in the dim bedroom, felt her body undergoing strange changes. He knew she was off somewhere, deep in some daydream or memory, but at first he didn't care. To hell with her – if she couldn't act like a real woman, he'd just use her cunt and get out.

Then he felt her body warming against him, her twat going moist and steamy again. She sighed a few times, moved with him, like in the old days. Whatever she was thinking about, it was turning her on. Rod balled her slower, wondering if she'd get more excited. For just a moment she did. She moaned softly, and he felt a big spurt of cunt juice round his sawing dick. Excited, he pushed deeper into her – and then she dried up again. Her fantasy, whatever it was, hadn't worked.

It was like balling a corpse. He got no response, no praise, no movement. He might as well be jacking off.

"Jesus Christ," he said disgustedly.

"What?" said June, roused at last from her thoughts. "What's wrong, darling?"

Rod snorted. "What's wrong? Oh, Christ, nothing's wrong – except I don't like balling somebody who's a million miles away. Your cunt is dry, June, you're not with me at all. What are you doing, making out your grocery list? Counting sheep? If you don't want it, at least be honest and tell me. I don't want to feel like a rapist."

June felt like a complete bitch. He was right, it wasn't any fun for him when she didn't respond.

"I'm sorry, darling," she said. "I do want it. That is, I feel like I want it most of the time, only – I don't know how to explain it."

"I do," Rod said bitterly. "You want it – but not from me. Let's face it, June – we're bored with each other, we'll never get it together again. It's just not going to work."

"Oh, Rod," she said tearfully, "I hope that's not true. I mean, we've had our problems, but I hope we can do something about it."

"Like what?" he said listlessly.

June gathered her courage. It was very hard for her to talk openly about sex. "Well," she said hesitantly, "if we're bored, then it seems logical that we need some novelty, need to do something different."

Logical? It was just like her to bring up logic at a time like this. Rod was angry and frustrated. His cock ached for release, yet her coldness turned him off. He wanted to punish her.

"All right," he said coolly, "let's do something different. Why don't you blow me?"

"What?" said June.

He sighed. "You've heard of that practice, I presume? Giving a blow job, cocksucking. You've never done that before. Why don't you do it now, if you think we need novelty?"

June was aghast. Often she'd wanted to touch his cock, explore it and play with it, but she'd never dreamed of taking it in her mouth. She thought only whores did that. It seemed dirty and unnatural. Yet she wanted desperately to please him, to save her marriage…

Rod pulled out of her and rolled onto his back, his cream-soaked prick pointing stiffly at the ceiling. In the dim light of the room she could see it, huge and thick and swollen and sticky. He looked at her impatiently.

"Well, go ahead," he said. "It was your idea that we need something different."

June shuddered. She didn't want to do that unspeakable thing, yet he was right – she was the one who had suggested novelty in their lovemaking. And she didn't want to lose Rod… Trembling, she got on her knees beside him and bent low over his lap.

She gently curled her fingers around his wet hard meat and brought her lips down to graze the big knobby head. Unwillingly she opened her mouth and slowly inserted the thick silky tip of his cock. The taste was not unpleasant but it was very strong, and for a moment she almost gagged. Then she forced herself to take more of it, to suck his engorged, and throbbing prick into her mouth as far as she could.

Rod gasped and sighed. He hadn't really expected her to do it. In eighteen years of marriage she'd hardly even touched his cock. He was pleasantly surprised. She began sucking him, her mouth hot and slick and juicy around his achingly erect dick, and it felt great. He sighed and lay back on the pillows, hugely enjoying himself. His thoughts, however, were not on his wife but on Vicky…

He remembered how that saucy little teenager had taken his prick in her mouth and sucked on it. That had really turned him on. Next time they got together, he'd have her do it again, and this time he'd shoot his load in her mouth… She'd be sucking him juicily, noisily, just like June was doing now…

In fact June seemed to be really getting into the spirit of it. Her mouth was wet and steamy, and she sucked him loudly, a lewd slurping noise that filled the bedroom. She sucked faster and faster, as if she really enjoyed it.

The moment she'd taken his prick into her mouth, June had had a strange and helpless vision. She remembers her son's sleek white erect cock and how good it had looked to her. She imagined she was holding it now, taking it in her mouth, sucking on it. The image made her instantly and hotly aroused.