Norma Egan: The neighbor_s daughter

"I like it, too," he said earnestly.

He had a feeling she really meant it. She was purring and smiling as he played with her pretty lotion-slick boobs, and he could feel the little rounds swelling up under his hands. He was getting pretty excited himself.

A crazy idea came to him. He didn't know why, but he wanted to put his mouth on her, explore her with his tongue. Since she'd let him go this far, maybe she wouldn't mind. Kent bent low over the smiling girl and gently kissed one of her pretty pink nipples. Then he stuck out his tongue and began to lick and tickle the rosy little nub, running his slick tongue tip around and around it.

"Ooooo!" Vicky squealed. "Yeah, Kent, I really dig that…"

Hot streaks of pleasure and excitement coursed down her body, right from her wetly stroked nipple to her aroused juicing pussy. Her nipple was very sensitive, and each delicate stroke of Kent's hot tongue made her sigh with delight. This was one thing his father hadn't done to her.

Kent found that he enjoyed licking the tender little pink nub, and he let his horny instincts carry him on to more experimentation. He closed his lips around the soft silky nipple and sucked it into his mouth. He began to suck on it, gently at first, then with increasing hunger.

"Oooo," Vicky crooned, "Oooo, yeah…"

Having her nipple sucked felt even better. Kent's mouth was juicy and hot around her. She was getting heavily aroused, her young virgin pussy steaming up and growing wet and swollen. She was glad now that Kent hadn't hurried like his father. There were so many delicious experiments they could make if they took their time.

Kent felt Vicky's nipple suddenly going hard and bumpy in his mouth. It was sort of like a cock-stand, he thought, an erection. He transferred his mouth to the other nipple, which was still soft and tender. He sucked it hotly, wetly, and soon achieved the same feat. The silky nub went hard and pebbly on his tongue.

He wanted to explore more of her. He began kissing her body downwards, working from her swollen hot tits to her navel and onto her taut tan belly. Vicky didn't protest. She sighed and ran her fingers through his hair. He wondered if he could achieve his ultimate goal, a look at her pussy.

He was kissing right at the waistband of her panties, his lips brushing fine golden hairs. His chin pressed against her soft springy in muff, and he felt heat radiating from her. He was dying to now what it looked like there in that mysterious place between her legs.

He gathered his courage. She'd let him do so much so far, maybe she'd let him do this. He touched the little bows that fastened her bikini panties.

"Vicky," he said, "may I…"

"What, Kent?" she said, smiling at him. "What do you want to do?"

He blushed scarlet, and his voice played tricks on him again, coming out horny and croaky. "I-I want to take off your bathing suit," he said.

"Oh, sure," said Vicky, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Go ahead. But it's not fair for just me to be undressed. You have to take your clothes, too."

He hadn't thought it was possible to blush any harder, but he did. He'd never undressed in front of a girl before. But if it was the only way to see Vicky's pussy, then, dammit, he'd do it.

Vicky watched as Kent pulled off his T-shirt. He had a nice smooth tan hairless chest, so different from his father. Mr. Hanson, stripped to the waist for lawn mowing, was covered with hair, like a gorilla. She'd found that kind of exciting, but she thought Kent's youthful smoothness was more pleasing.

Blushing dark red all over, he unzipped his jeans and began to ease them down. Vicky watched, wide-eyed, for her second sight of cock. Kent wasn't wearing shorts, so she didn't have to wait long. He blushed and voided his eyes as he skinned off his jeans.

Kent's cock wasn't as big as his father's, not as long or as thick, but Vicky thought it was more attractive. Mr. Hanson was so hairy. She remembered her brief glimpse of his prick and balls, her impression of a jungle of wiry brown and gray hairs all over his crotch. Kent had a small neat brown bush, and his cock and balls sprouted cleanly from it. His young nut sacs were smooth and pink and hairless. His cock looked more pale and satiny than his father's. The stalk was white, with a fine tracery of blue veins. The head was cherry-red with a little dark slit.

If his cock wasn't as big as his father's, it was just as stiff. It hugged his belly tautly, looking about to burst with swollen tension. Vicky's curiosity was aroused.

"Kent," she said, "what's a hard-on?"

He couldn't seem to stop blushing. "Well, it's when a guy's cock gets hard, when he gets horny," he said.

"You mean it's not always that way?" she said. The only cocks she'd ever seen were hard.

"Oh, no," said Kent. "Usually it's soft, a lot smaller than this. It's only when a guy makes love that it gets hard." That wasn't quite true. He'd never made love, and it seemed to him that his dick was hard all the time lately. He had to jack off a lot to make it go down.

"May I touch it?" said Vicky.

Oh, Christ, it was just too much. His wildest fantasies were coming true this afternoon. Imagine a girl ASKING to touch his cock! He just couldn't believe his luck.

"Sure," he said as casually as he could, "go ahead."

Eagerly Vicky reached out and touched his erect straining cock. She ran her fingers up and down its hot silky length, then down onto his swollen taut balls. It felt so good, so exciting, that Kent almost came.

She began rubbing his balls, looking at them intently. Kent remembered that he had her permission to take off her panties, and he quickly untied the little strings and drew the garment off from where he was kneeling, all he could see was a pretty little puff of golden hair. He wanted to see more, but this attention was distracted by the fierce waves of pleasure radiating from his balls as Vicky stroked him.

"Christ," he said, "that feels great."

"What are these things, anyhow?" said Vicky, giving his nut sacs a playful squeeze.

"Hey, not too hard," Kent yelped. "A guy is really sensitive there. That's my balls, testicles – where the come is stored."

Vicky nodded, pleased. She was learning a lot today. She curled her fingers around Kent's stiff pale dick and began to pump it gently, teasingly. He moaned and shivered, apparently digging it.

"Yet," he sighed, "oh, yeah."

From the little dark slit at the head of his cock Vicky saw a bright pearly droplet of juice forming. Curious, she moved closer and watched it turn into a big bubble of glistening cream. It spilled over and down onto her fingers. She had a crazy urge to find out what that juice smelled and tasted like. She bent even closer, stuck out her little pink tongue, and wedged the wet tip into Kent's creaming asshole. He tasted nice.

"Awww, Christ," he moaned.

"Does that feel okay?" Vicky asked.

"Yeah," he said breathlessly, "it feels fantastic."

She did it again, wriggling her hot tongue tip in his shadowy slit-mouth. More juice bubbled out, and she licked it up and swallowed it. She wanted more. Hungrily she opened her mouth and popped Kent's rigid hot peter inside. She began to suck it.

"AWWWW!" Kent bawled. "Oh, Christ, yeah, Vicky, suck me… Suck my cock…"

Not in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined a teen girl sucking his dick. He'd thought he'd be lucky if it ever happened in his whole life. Now the sexy little neighbor girl was doing it to him, sucking loudly and wetly, like his cock was candy.

It felt terrific. Searing pleasure melted his belly, and he wanted to come very badly.

Vicky discovered that cocksucking was a real turn-on. She liked having the fat silky prick in her mouth, got off on the sucking motion. Kent's delicious juices dribbled onto her taste buds, and she savored them before swallowing. She pressed more and more of his hard hot meat into her mouth, till she had it all and his silky taut balls were rubbing his chin.