Donna Allen - Back door neighbours

Then he was gone. Helen thought about their teenage daughter Cindy. She was a good girl and Helen was sure she'd make a nice dinner for Ben.

Then Helen looked at the clock and groaned. It was time to get up whether she liked it or not. Once again she thought about the Reeds and the Hansens. Was it really true or was she just imagining things? Still keeping her hand tightly pressed to her freshly fucked snatch, she hurried into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet.

Swapping, she thought. People didn't really do those things, did they?

Ben arrived home later than five that evening. He peeled his jacket off, walked into the kitchen and nudged up behind his daughter. "Making something good?"

Cindy giggled. "Daddy, be careful."

His hands slipped around her waist and then moved up to cup her tits through her blouse.

She giggled again, tried to push his hands away and then finally relaxed. "You'll make me spill the soup."

"Christ, I don't want any soup!"

"Daddy, this soup is delicious." He could feel his hot cock lengthening in his pants. Keeping his hands on her tits, he pulled her body towards him. "I've been missing you."

"I have to fix dinner."

"Fuck dinner!"

The girl snickered. "Wouldn't you rather fuck me?"

"You're, damn right I would. Talking about fucking, your mother says the Hansens and the Reeds are swingers."

"Huh?"

"They swap wives or something." Cindy giggled. "That's crazy!"

"People do it, baby."

"Well, I know that. I just never thought about it right down the street."

He pulled her closer to him, grinding his cock against her pert ass. Her ass fit right below his crotch where his heated tool was throbbing halfway down his leg.

She leaned forward a bit now, backing against him as he pulled at her. "You're going to ruin my soup."

"You're a tease," Ben said. He slid his hands under her loose blouse and grabbed her bra covered tits. He squeezed her nipples between his fingers. He pressed against her again, his fingers gripping her tits as he pushed his cock at her asscrack.

Cindy reached behind her now and closed her fingers over his cock. She giggled as she squeezed his hard cock through his pants. "Daddy, you've got a hard-on!"

"I've always got a hard-on for you, angel."

"Let me finish making the soup."

"The hell with the soup, let's go to the bedroom."

"Two minutes?"

"Not two seconds."

She giggled as he pulled her out of the kitchen.

When they were inside the bedroom, he began fondling her again, pulling at her ripe tits through her blouse and running his hands over her ass.

She smiled as she pulled away from him. "Let me undress first."

He knew what was coming. She was a terrible tease, never letting him undress her. She liked to get naked slowly while she watched his reaction to her.

He watched now as her blouse came off. She was a beauty, all right, a blonde little sexpot with well-formed tits and a found little ass. He watched her hands move behind her back to unsnap her white bra. Then her shoulders thrust forward, emphasizing her tits, and he could barely restrain himself from reaching out to grab her tits. Instead, he started undressing himself while he watched her get the rest of her clothes off.

When Cindy's tits cleared the bra, Ben gazed with lust at her pink nipples. He dropped his pants around his ankles and reached for her, his cock sticking out of his boxer shorts like a long thick sausage.

When he looked at her he saw that she was obviously affected by his prick. She was naked now, and in a moment she lay down on the bed with a coy smile on her face.

"Daddy, are you going to fuck me or not?"

"I lust wanted to look."

"Look at what?"

"Look at you, you little minx!"

He slipped his shorts off and walked towards her. His cock bobbed in front of him, his knob swollen and his pisshole already dripping lube juice.

He curled his fingers around his dick and smiled at her. "Horny, baby?"

"Daddy, I'm always horny!"

She held her arms out to him and he slid onto the bed and over her body. He felt her warm skin under his hairy chest as he pushed her tits flat. He could feel her nipples like two hard little berries pushing at him.

Cindy reached down the length of his body to his cock. She made sounds of pleasure as she ran her fingers over his hard cock. He loved feeling her tight little fist around his cockshaft.

He could feel the beating of her heart under him, and now he moved a hand down to cup one of her tits. He loved her boobs, her firm young tits that always seemed so alive in his hands. Her nipples were stiff now, and so was his cock. He pinched one nipple between a thumb and forefinger, squeezing it and puffing it outward. She groaned in response, her fingers closing more tightly around his throbbing cock.

He thought about fucking her differently this time, maybe dog-style, or maybe even fucking her ass. He'd suggested fucking her ass before, but she wouldn't let him do it. Sometimes he thought she refused just in order to have power over him. Well, she had that anyway. He was too nuts about her not to do anything she wanted. And she knew it, all right. The little sexpot knew everything.

He started sucking her tits now. His cock was between her legs and he could feel her working her thighs back and forth on the hot length of it. He sucked her nipples, lapping them with his tongue as she massaged his cock with her thighs and knees.

He humped into her legs, his lube-juice getting her legs wet enough to make the going smooth. It was something she knew about. In fact the first time they'd had sex he'd fucked her between her thighs without touching her pussy, shot off like that while he fucked his cock in and out from the back. She knew how to damp her thighs just right to make it delicious for him.

Then he pulled away from her. "Come on, get your legs up so I can fuck you!"

She giggled at him. "I thought you'd never ask."

He mounted her. He slid his knob down the length of her pink slit, spreading her cuntlips and then pushing his dick inside her cunt mouth.

She groaned as he went in. She raised her legs up high and draped them over his shoulders.

"Daddy, you're so good!"

"You too, baby! You're the best!"

"Better than Mommy?"

Ben chuckled. "Sure, baby. Even better than Mommy."

A few days later Cindy had a chance to confirm what her father had told her about the Hansens and the Reeds. She was walking her bike behind the Hansen house when she heard giggling on the other side of the fence. Yielding to an urge to snoop, Cindy rested the bike against a tree and then she hurried over to a place where she knew there was a crack in the Hansen fence.

Lauren Hansen was on the back lawn with Charlie Reed. Cindy quivered as she peered through the crack in the fence. Lauren Hansen was wearing a bikini and Charlie Reed had on a pair of tight running shorts that clearly showed the bulge of his cock and balls. The teenage girl's heart thumped as she realized something was about to happen.

On the other side of the fence, Lauren was smiling at Charlie and feeling the heat between her legs. They both knew they wanted to fuck and they had no reason to be coy about it. Lauren could smell the male need radiating from him, and that was enough to get her juices flowing.

Charlie reached out to her now and pulled her against him. Then he bent his head and his lips met hers. She responded instantly, her tongue hungry against his teeth and then surging into his mouth. Their tongues tangled as they pressed against each other.

His hands moved over her back, over the jutting cheeks of her ass. He fondled and kneaded her lush ass. When their lips parted, they were both breathing heavily.

"How much time do we have?" Charlie said.