Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

Vicky's hot nipping little box was suddenly flooded with his scalding jism. It overflowed her and puddled on the grass beneath them. The two teenagers writhed and howled in each other's arms, digging their spun-out mutual orgasm.

At last it was over, and they fell apart, panting and smiling. Kent consulted his watch.

"Fuck," he said, "I gotta leave. Mom's taking me and my sister to the pool for our life saving lessons."

"Your mother?" said Vicky. "Isn't your dad going, too?"

"Naw, he never does," said Kent, putting on his clothes. "Listen, Vicky, can I see you tonight? After dinner?"

"Sure," she said, "as soon as Grandma goes to bed. Watch my back porch. When the light goes on there, it's okay to come over."

Kent grinned and hurried away. Vicky grinned, too – at the thought that Kent's father would be alone in the house for a few hours. She and Rod could have some more fun together.

Vicky lay back on the grass and idly stroked her pussy, getting a few sweet after-spasms from her climax. A pair of wide green eyes watched her from behind a nearby bush.

Patty watched Vicky with a mixture of envy and admiration. She wanted to do everything Vicky did, have all the fun Vicky had. If only she was as pretty and sexy as the neighbor girl… But she'd better get home now. Mom would be pissed if she was late. She gave one last envious glance to Vicky, who was lying in the grass naked, smiling, stroking her little wet slit.

"Patty, where have you been?" June said. "Grab your bathing suit and come on, or we'll be late for your lessons." She tapped her foot while the pig-tailed girl ran upstairs.

"Well, at least I wasn't late, Mom," Kent chuckled.

"No, you weren't, for a change," June admitted.

Patty reappeared, racing down the stairs with her bathing suit in her hand. She looked as if her mind was a million miles away. Rod, lounging in a chair before the TV set, watched his teenager daughter as she hurried downstairs. Under her tight T-shirt, her little lemon-size tits bounced furiously.

It was the first time Rod had noticed that his little girl was growing up. He found himself gawking like a dirty old man at her jiggling breasts. Then, at the bottom step, Patty tripped. Rod was out of his chair in a flash and just managed to catch her. He felt her little warm cuddly body pressing hard against his, and there was a twitch of excitement in his cock.

My God, he thought, cut it out – she's your own daughter!

"Hey, clumsy," he laughed, "that'll teach you to daydream on the stairs."

"Oh, Daddy, thank goodness you caught me," said Patty.

She found she didn't want to move out of his embrace. Her father had always been the most attractive man in the world for her, and his hard muscular body excited her. On purpose she snuggled closer, rubbing her belly against his crotch. She wondered, with burning curiosity, what his cock looked like, thinking it must be even longer and thicker than Kent's…

"Patty, are you all right?" said June.

"Yes, Mom," Patty said, still pressing against her father.

"Then come on, young lady," said June. "We're going to be late."

Reluctantly Patty followed June and Kent out the door. Rod watched them get in the car and drive away. His mind was reeling. He'd had the distinct impression, when he caught Patty, that she was deliberately rubbing herself against his crotch.

How could that be? She was only teenager, too young to even think about sex. It must have been his imagination. The excited throbbing in his cock and balls was not his imagination, though. He knew he'd been aroused by his little daughter, and he felt thoroughly ashamed of himself.

Every Sunday afternoon June took the kids to the local swimming pool and stayed with them for their two-hour life-saving lesson. Ordinarily Rod watched football while they were gone, but today he felt bored and distracted as he watched the game. Presently he got up and turned off the set. He began pacing around the living room.

His conscience had been bothering him a lot since yesterday, since making it with Vicky. It had been great fun, of course, but he'd never been unfaithful to June before, and he knew she wouldn't dream of cheating on him.

When he came home and made love to her, he'd realized that she was starved for sex, just as he was. It was his job to keep her satisfied, and instead he'd been drooling after the teenager neighbor girl. Even while he was balling June, he'd been thinking of Vicky.

Well, it had to stop. He was a decent man with two nice kids and a beautiful wife who deserved better treatment than he'd been giving her. Somehow he had to improve things with June, bringing back the excitement in their marriage – and above all, forget Vicky. He had no business, anyway, running around after a kid that age…

The doorbell rang.

Rod, still deep in thought, opened the door, expecting a salesman – and there was Vicky.

She was smiling broadly and impishly. She was wearing short shorts that showed her long coltish tan legs, and she had on a shirt so tight that the plump globes of her breasts were starkly outlined, the hard little nipples making enticing bumps. Her long shining blonde hair fell below her shoulders.

In short, she looked delicious. In spite of the good resolutions he'd just made, Rod felt a powerful wave of lust for her.

"Hi, Rod," she said. "Aren't you going to ask me in?"

He blushed. "Oh, sure, Vicky," he said, "come on in. June and the kids are gone to the pool."

"I know," she said pointedly.

Oh-oh, thought Rod, watch out…

He knew Vicky all too well – her lack of inhibitions, her insatiable need for pleasure. Somehow she'd learned about June's absence, and she'd come over here for more fun and games. He wanted her desperately, but he was determined not to cheat on June again. It was insane to be the lover of a girl this young, anyhow. He could get into serious trouble if anyone caught him.

"Vicky," he said firmly, "we'd better have a talk."

Vicky sat down, still smiling, but she didn't like the sound of his voice. He sounded like her father when he was going to make some silly new prohibition or restriction.

"Yes, Rod?" she said. "What do you want to talk about?"

"About us," he said. "It has to stop, Vicky. I've thought it over, and I just can't treat my wife this way."

"But she doesn't even know," said Vicky, "and she doesn't have to know. Don't be silly, Rod. We can have so much fun together, and she won't be hurt at all."

Rod was tempted, powerfully tempted. He found it hard not to stare at her perky thrusting tits, not to remember how snug and hot and slick her little-girl cunt had been. He forced himself to think of June, who needed him much more than this girl did.

"That may be true, Vicky," he said, "but there's always a chance she'd find out, and it would hurt her terribly. Also it's against the law for a man to make love to a teen girl. I could go to jail for it."

Vicky sighed with exasperation. "But, Rod," she said, "none of that has to happen. All we have to do is be careful, not let anyone know."

He shook his head. "No, Vicky, I'm sorry – but I just can't. You'd better leave now."

Vicky was far from ready to give up. She knew she could still have Kent, that she wouldn't be left without a lover, but she wanted Rod, too. His hard hairy grown-up body excited her terribly. Also she liked having two lovers. She liked the novelty.

Smiling seductively at Rod, she raised her shirt up over her lovely pink-nippled breasts, wantonly displaying them. Her tiny pink tongue darted out, licking her lips. Rod gawked at her naked tits, his eyes hungry.

"Don't you want to go on having fun with me, Rod?" she said softly.

Rod, sitting on the couch opposite her, moaned and forced himself to look away. "Oh, Christ," he said. "Of course I do, Vicky, but I'm not going to, and that's final. Please, you'd better go home."