Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

He massaged her little silky bush, feeling the heat of her flesh beneath it. It was ridiculous to use lotion now – this was one place she wasn't going to get tan. He only rubbed, working deeper and deeper between her soft slightly-spread thighs. Presently he was cupping her girlish slit, touching bare slick flesh, and still she made no protest.

She was hot and moist down there. The plump lips of her pussy seemed swollen and searing to his touch. He eased a finger between the puffed lips of her muff and found the tiny hard dot of her clitoris. He placed his fingertip on the little fleshy lump and began to rub it gently, teasingly.

"Ooooo," Vicky moaned.

Suddenly he felt his palm filled with steamy pussy juice. It practically squirted into his hand, sticky and hot. Rod's cramped stiff cock leaked in response. He was getting to her. She very definitely liked it when he played with her clit. He went on rubbing the tiny hot organ, and he felt it going stiff and throbbing and wet.

"Oh, that feels soooo nice, Mr. Hanson," Vicky gasped. "Please, keep doing it to me."

He wondered how experienced this little girl was. She was responding like a born whore, creaming heavily into his hand, moaning. A woman wouldn't be able to fake a thing like that. Noises and movements could be faked, but not that flood of cunt cream, not that red-hot swelling of her slit. She was young, but she was highly aroused, horny as hell.

He slid his finger off her clit, moving deeper, seeking her cunt mouth. It wasn't hard to find. She was so slick and wet, his finger slid right into it. The tiny hot hole was gushing juice, opening and shutting in a nipping motion. Rod eased just the tip of his finger into her, and he felt her cunt lips closing around him greedily.

"Ummm," Vicky sighed, "Ummm."

Rod gently slid his finger up her cunt. He went slowly and carefully, in case she had a hymen. Her teenage box was fantastically tight, scorchingly hot, around his probing finger. Vicky juiced furiously, moaned, and began pumping her hips in a natural fucking motion, working her soaked little twat around his finger.

"Ummm, yes," she squealed, "yes, yesss…"

He got his finger all the way into her and felt no baffler, no sign of virginity except her incredible tightness. That made him feel less like a dirty old man. He didn't really want to pop a little girl's cherry. That would be too much. But if she wasn't a virgin, and if she wanted him as bad as he thought, he was sure as hell going to take advantage of his chance.

He drew his finger out of her soaked steamy little cunt and began rubbing her clit again. He drew down her panties and observed her cute little golden bush, her plump muff lips, scarlet-lined and wet inside. He saw the tiny red shaft of her clit, now as erect and throbbing as his cock. As he rubbed her there, Vicky gave little squeals and sighs of pleasure.

His hand was soaked and sticky with her hot juices, and she was writhing on the blanket as if in ecstasy. His cock ached and strained against his fly. My God, he wanted to fuck her so badly, but should he take the chance? What if someone came along – June, or Vicky's parents? The shit would really hit the fan if he were caught balling the little neighbor girl.

Vicky still had her eyes closed, but now her little hand began to creep along the blanket, seeking him out. Rod didn't notice it till she touched his thighs. He went on rubbing and stroking her juicy little button, but he watched her hand. It crept into his lap and touched the hard long ridge of his fly. Her grin broadened.

While Rod watched, hoping and trembling, Vicky located the zipper of his fly and began tugging it down. She kept her eyes closed, but her face was wreathed in a mischievous grin. She got his fly open, and her soft hot little hand crept inside.

"Oh, Jesus," Rod gasped.

His finger teased steadily but mechanically on her soaked little clit. His whole attention was on his own crotch, where Vicky's impish fingers were playing. She touched the rock-hard pole of his cock, ran her fingers lightly up and down it, exploring. She found the knobby drooling head of his dick, and she smeared a fingertip in his cream and rubbed around and around his sensitive cock.

He almost came, but he steadied himself, wanting more, more… She tickled down his hard long dick again, into the crisp bush of his crotch, and she found his balls. They were swollen up like water balloons by now, and her lightest touch sent a powerful shudder of pleasure through his body.

Exploring, she reached lower, cupped his swollen nut sacs, and squeezed them gently. She played with them for a moment, then moved her hand back onto his swollen prick, curling her fingers around it. She began to pump. Rod knew that with a few more moments of that, he'd come right in his pants. He'd rather come in Vicky.

"Wait, Vicky, honey," he said breathlessly. "Wait just a second…"

Gently he drew her hand away. He quickly tugged down his pants. For the first time since he began to touch her, Vicky opened her eyes. Her wide brown eyes focused hotly on his naked prick. He was sure it must look ludicrous to her, swollen and red and drooling, the head huge and purple. She stared and stared at it, and her little pink tongue darted out to lick her lips.

"Just a moment, baby," he said, lifting himself quickly over her. He parted her legs and drew aside her bikini bottom. He saw the lush healthy pink of her young slit, the tiny shadowed mouth of her moist cunt. He seized his painfully erect cock and directed the big purple penis between her legs.

He was just touching her, just pressing the sensitive flesh of his penis against her wet slick pussylips, when he heard his wife calling him.

"Rod? Rod, where are you?" June called from their yard.

"Oh, shit," Rod hissed. "Quick, Vicky, get your clothes on. There'll be hell to pay if my wife finds us like this."

In face it would be best if June didn't find them together at all. Somehow he managed to stuff his giant erection back into his pants and zip up. He sneaked out from under the low tree branches, glanced around, and made for his own yard. He didn't have time to look back or say anything to Vicky. He'd be with her again, though, he swore it. As she watched him hurry away, Vicky grinned.

Vicky had been interested in sex ever since she could remember. Even as a little girl, when she heard strange noises coming from her parents' room at night, she developed a burning curiosity about that mysterious adult activity. From the age of obsession.

She wasn't content any longer just to know what other people were doing. She wanted to experience it for herself.

Unfortunately her parents watched her like hawks, never giving her a chance to be alone with boys. She started attracting boys when she was a teen but her parents wouldn't let her date. They made her come home right away after school, and if she went anywhere at night or on the weekend, they came with her. Vicky felt like a prisoner.

This week, though, she was free. Her parents were gone on a trip to Hawaii, and Vicky had been left in the care of her elderly grandmother. Grandma was easy to fool, and she spent most of her time asleep or watching television. Vicky intended to take advantage of the opportunity. She wanted to find out about sex with the first man or boy who showed any interest in her.

The very first day had been fruitful. The neighbor man, Mr. Hanson, had taught her a lot. Vicky found out that she really got off on being touched, especially when he played with her breasts and touched the strange little button of flesh between her legs. She got off on his adult male body, too.

Today was the first time she'd ever seen a cock. She'd wondered for a long time what they looked like, but Mr. Hanson's had been a surprise to her. She hadn't dreamed it would be that big and long and stiff. He'd almost put it in her, too, almost balled her. If his wife hadn't called him, Vicky would have found out what fucking was like.