Norma Egan - The neighbor_s daughter

"Here's another thing you can do," Vicky said breathlessly. "Just work your finger in and out like it was a cock. Yeah, that's it… Ohhhh, nice, Kent, nice…"

Obediently he did as she asked, jerking his stiff finger in and out of her satiny soaked twat, but he wished his cock was in there instead. Vicky really got off on it, moaning and writhing beside him. She jerked her pussy wantonly, impaling herself on his stroking finger. His hand was sticky with her hot cunt juice.

"Yeah, far out," she sighed. "I could come that way, easily… Ummm, we better move on to something else, before I really do come."

She seized his hand again and moved it even lower, till he was touching the soft wrinkled mouth of her anus. She giggled and said, "Here's something your father did to me. It's kinda kinky, but it really feels great. Just stick your finger in my asshole – gently! And then do like you did with my cunt."

Anything to please. Kent tickled the bumpy anal mouth with his fingertip, then slowly eased it inside her. Her anal passage was incredibly tight but also hot and slick. Vicky sighed and relaxed, making it easy for him to insert his stiff finger. When he had the tip inside, he stopped, fearing to hurt her, but she wriggled impatiently.

"More, Kent, more," she gasped. "Stick it in farther."

Kent obeyed, sliding his finger slowly up her burning hot rectum. He inserted it all the way, as far as he could go, but still she didn't protest. On the contrary, she wailed her pleasure, and he felt her horny little asshole gripping his finger greedily.

"Now move it in me," she sighed, "like a cock…"

Kent started working his finger in and out of her blazing bumhole, a mischievous sawing motion. Vicky squealed with delight and jerked her hips in lime to his strokes. Again her aroused pussy gushed hot cream all over his hand.

"Oh, wow," she panted, "it feels soooo good…"

Kent was glad that he was performing well, but he was getting kind of impatient. His cock was stiff and aching with fullness, hugging his belly, drooling horny juice. It was very hard for him to just lie there next to this beautiful naked turned-on girl and not do anything about it.

He got an idea. Without being told, he bent low over her fluffy little muff. He kept working his finger wickedly in her aroused asshole, and at the same lime he wriggled his tongue between the plump hot lips of her muff and began to tickle her scarlet joy button. Vicky wailed.

"Oh, shit, yeah," she screeched. "I LOVE that, Kent! Oooo, ooooo…"

The simultaneous teasing of her asshole and cunt was the most dizzying pleasure Vicky had ever felt. She forgot about giving Kent lessons, forgot about the trouble with June Hanson, and just sailed off on her private pleasure trip.

Kent watched her hungrily. He saw her cute round little boobs swelling up tight with arousal, her big brown eyes rolling lustily, her mouth twisting into a sensual grin. Both his hand and his face were soaked with her gushing pussy cream. She was hotly aroused, and he figured it was time to make his move.

"Vicky," he said huskily, "could we fuck?"

"Ummm," Vicky murmured, rubbing her horny little clit against his tongue, wriggling her tight asshole around the delicious impalement of his finger, "oh, yeah, Kent, yeah, let's fuck… Hurry…"

He didn't have to be told twice. He popped his finger out of her blazing rectum and rolled over on top of her. Vicky, crazy with desire for his cock, threw her legs open wantonly wide. He zeroed in on the wet pit of her cunt and jammed the knobby purple head of his cock into her. She was slick and wet, and he penetrated her fully with the first thrust.

"Eeeee!" Vicky wailed. "Yeah, ball me, Kent, BALL ME…"

The two teenagers began fucking happily on the couch, their slim young bodies writhing together. Kent licked her hot little tits as he fucked her, and Vicky dug her nails into his shoulders. They were in perfect agreement – they both wanted to come as fast as possible.

Vicky slammed her hot little pussy up and down his stiff rod, creating blazing friction. Kent humped her furiously, slamming his swollen meat in and out of her juicy soaked twat. They were both on the point of coming, when they suddenly heard a voice from the top of the stairs.

"Vicky? Vicky – what are you doing down there?"

Vicky and Kent stopped in mid-thrust, as if frozen. "Shit," Vicky whispered, "it's Grandma. I was sure she'd gone to sleep." Then she said in a normal voice, "I'm just watching TV, Grandma."

"TV?" said the old lady. "Well, what kind of program is it, anyhow? All that howling and yelping and screeching – it sounds like a bunch of monkeys."

"Actually, Grandma," said Vicky, "it's about baboons. It's very educational. But if it's too noisy, I'll turn it down."

"Yes, please do," her grandmother said. "Why, I can even hear it without my hearing aid. Turn it down low. I'm going back to bed."

"Yes, Grandma," Vicky said sweetly.

They heard a door shut, and then they were at it again, humping like horny young animals, Kent's stiff rosy prick slamming furiously in and out of Vicky's wet tight twat. They were careful not to make too much noise, however.

"Oooo," Vicky gasped into Kent's ear, "I'm gonna come… Keep fucking me, Kent, bring me off… Oh, OHHH…"

He kissed her to muffle her cries of pleasure. She went into powerful spasms as she came, her body rocking beneath him. Her cunt contracted violently around his swollen dick, and that triggered his orgasm. He kissed her hard, stifling his own yelps of joy, as he shot his steamy load into her.

Afterwards the two teenagers sighed and giggled. "So we sound like monkeys, huh?" said Kent. "Poor old Grandma – I bet she hasn't fucked for fifty years. She's forgotten how it sounds."

"Ssssh," Vicky laughed. "Let's not wake her up again. Come on, Kent, get dressed. We have work to do."

They put on their clothes and sneaked out of the house. They crept across the lawn and entered the Hansons' house by the back door. It was time to put Vicky's wicked plan into action.

They snuck upstairs, being as quiet as possible. The house was very still, as if everyone had gone to bed. "If my dad's in the bedroom with her, we're screwed," Kent whispered.

"Right," said Vicky, "but I bet he isn't – not after the fight they had. Where would he sleep if she wouldn't let him in the room?"

"The guest room," said Kent, "over here."

They listened outside the door of the spare room and heard soft snoring. They were in luck. Vicky grabbed Kent's hand and led him back to the door of his mother's room.

"I'll go in with you," she said, "and hide behind a curtain or something. I want to watch."

"Okay," said Kent, "but I'm not sure this will work." Now that the moment had come, when he was actually supposed to seduce his mother, he was getting nervous.

"It'll work," Vicky said firmly, "if you do all those things I showed you. Come on, Kent, we have to try."

She was right. Somebody had to deal with June, make her change her mind about Vicky – and it was up to him.

Silently Kent turned the doorknob and opened the door and peered in. The room was dark and quiet. He and Vicky crept inside… Down the hall, peeking out of her room, Patty watched them, wondering what in the world they were up to. She crept down the hall and listened at the door…

Inside the dark bedroom Kent and Vicky stood for a moment, letting their eyes adjust. Then Vicky saw the heavy drapes over the window and got behind them, leaving herself just a crack for spying. Kent approached the bed.

June was sound asleep. It was a hot night, and she had kicked off all the covers. She was wearing only a skimpy short nightgown, and it had crept up right to the swelling white rounds of her buttocks. She lay on her side, her back towards Kent.