11 comments/ 169025 views/ 10 favorites Thy Neighbor's Daughter By: eric shawn listo The family was out shopping. I was left at home to begin my favorite weekly duty. Not! Mowing the lawn. It’s a big lawn and I do it with a self propelled push mower because it’s about all the exercise I get. Takes me about three hours if I don’t take too many breaks. I squared off a corner and spied a figure jogging down our country lane. I couldn’t make out who it was yet, but I hoped it wasn’t my neighbor, Trudy. She would stop and yak for an hour about nothing. I kept mowing and another revolution brought me back about. It wasn’t Trudy--it was her daughter, Enid, back from her first year of college. And boy, had she changed! Her bouncing breasts were encased in one of those jogging bras. This was not the flat chested little girl who baby-sat our kids. She had these long tapered legs and slim hips and waist. Kind of broad shoulders. I couldn’t believe our neighbor’s daughter had morphed into Angelina Fuckin’ Jolie! I quickly made another circuit--okay, maybe I missed some grass--to time it so we passed each other. I held my mighty machine with one hand, pushing confidently. I guess I was trying to impress her with my mid-forties know-how. Jesus, a wet stain of sweat darkened the place between her tits. Enid jogged by and waved. I took the wrong hand off the mower to debonairly return her wave and the damn thing stalled. She turned around and ran backwards for a few yards, laughing at me. Then she turned back around and jogged away, her lush backside rippling with each stride and her red-blond ponytail bouncing in the air. Jesus Christ, when did she grow up, I thought? I restarted the mower and continued mowing, now enjoying a bit of a fantasy as I went. Okay, it had something to do with two young breasts squeezed around my turgid erection--I’m only human. Because of said fantasy and maybe the vibration of the handle of the mower on my groin, my dick began to fill my shorts. About twenty minutes later, I was working on this steep hill to the side of our house. I had gotten the mower to the top and turned it around, I had just started back down when a voice loudly said my name. “Mr. Moore!” I turned at the sound, slipped on the freshly mowed grass and went ass over teakettle down the hill on my back. The mower escaped my grasp and rolled further, shutting itself off. From my perch on my ass, I saw Enid rush over to grab the mower. “Oh, jeez, Mr. Moore,” she exclaimed. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” “S’all right,” I mumbled. She dragged the mower over to me, and all right, I couldn’t help but notice those tits bobbing gently as she did. When she reached me, she extended a hand to help me up. I was still a foot or two up the hill and as I stood my semi-hard bulge brushed against her left breast. A jolt of embarrassment went through me. “Sorry,” I said. “Mmm?” she replied, raising her eyebrow. She wasn’t directly acknowledging the contact but there was a glint of something in her eye. I took my hand away. “Nothing.” “Well, I’m sorry I made you fall. I just wanted to know if I could get a drink of water.” She put her hands on the back of her hips, the movement caused her breasts to rise and fall sweetly. Her body gleamed from her run. I looked up the road the hundred yards or so to her parents house--not that far to run for a glass of water--and said, “Sure.” I led her into the kitchen. “How long have you been back, Enid?” “Bout a week, I guess.” “How was your first year?” “Great! It was so good to get away from the ‘rents, y’know.” I handed her a glass of cold water from the fridge. She took a sip then placed the icy glass to her throat. A line of moisture began to trail down over her collarbone toward the place between her breasts. “Freedom, I guess,” she continued. “Once you get away you find there’s a whole world out there, y’know what I mean?” I nodded and smiled with her. My eye on that bead of moisture as it traveled under her bra between her round breasts. Enid took a long drink and pulled the glass away too quickly. A drop of water fell down and landed on her right nipple. It saturated the fabric and the nipple stiffened, poking its way through. “Oops,” she said, with a shiver. “Feels kind of good, though. I mean, Mr. M, the guys out there--and I’m not talking boys--I’m talking MEN. The things they can do for you.” I nodded and smiled again. Enid dipped her fingers in the cool liquid and rubbed the back of her neck with them. As she raised her arm to do this, her tit bounced again. “I mean, maybe there are men here, too. But one needs the freedom to discover them, right? “Right--absolutely!” I rejoined. I quickly turned to the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of water. When I turned back, she was rubbing water on her tan, very trim stomach. I also noticed her other nipple, the left one, was now wet and upstanding, pushing against the fabric. Another mistake? “Gosh, I wish I could just dump this cold water all over me!” she exclaimed. “It feels so good.” I nearly said, Go ahead! Please! But she continued by tipping the glass to her lips and, watching me with slitted eyes, draining it. Then she came very close to me, her lush body moving in long slow strides, and handed me the glass. She said, “But I couldn’t do that. It would make a mess for your wife.” Then she stood on tip-toe and gave my chin a peck. “You’re so cute, Mr. M.” She brushed past me and headed for the door. “Thanks for the drink.” Just as she was about to open it, I said, my voice hoarser than I liked, “Enid?” She turned to me. One eyebrow up in question. I looked at her long sleek body. For the first time I noticed her eyes were green. I saw her soft kewpie doll lips and her long thin nose. Lightly freckled cheeks and forehead. A smile played at her mouth. I took all of her in, feeling my cock filling my pants, and I said: “Could you baby-sit tonight?” Enid looked at me for a moment, then threw her head back in a laugh. “Sure, Mr. M, what time.” “About seven?” “Great. See ya then.” And she left. I moved to the screen door and watched her trot away, that magnificent backside strutting easily along the road. I watched until she was in her parents driveway where she stopped looked back down to my house. Enid waved. I’m sure she couldn’t see me in the kitchen but I waved back. I didn’t even wonder whether she knew I was watching her or not. Maybe she was just taking a guess. Ahh, who am I kidding. She knew. That night, Enid showed up a few minutes before seven. She was wearing a small, very tight yellow sun dress that excentuated her boobs and slender body nicely. The dress had tiny orange flowers on it that matched her red hair nicely. When we got in the car, my wife, Monica, said, “I don’t know how she thinks she’s going to chase Sean around in that get-up.” I nodded, and drove away, pretty sure Enid hadn’t had our seven-year-old in mind when she dressed for the evening. Monica and I had a nice time eating at a better than good restaurant and watching movie with Halle Berry. We even stopped at a bar on the way home for a nightcap. Afterward, in the car, we made out like a couple of kids. Just before our passion took us too far--I was working my hand into her underwear and placing her hand on my crotch--she suggested we get home and in bed as soon as possible. After a few minutes trying to convince her of the importance of the front seat blow-job, I relented. We crept into the house not wanting to wake the kids only to find Enid dozing peacefully on the sofa. She was wearing an old tee shirt of mine. It was easy to tell she had nothing on underneath except a black thong. Her large breasts rose and fell gently in her sleep. Monica whispered, “Shhh.” She quickly placed her hand over my eyes and hustled me into our bedroom. On the bedroom phone, she called Enid’s mother and informed her that her daughter would be spending the night. While she did this I slowly pealed the dress from her sweet ample body, licking the full cleavage caused by her bra and running my tongue also over her round tummy. Two children had left my wife’s body a treasure for me. No longer the lovely tight hot bod that I fell in love with twenty years before. Now, soft and a little chunky with soft pliable tits loved to be loved. When I pulled back the elastic waist band of her underwear, Monica quickly hung up the phone. “Aren’t you the randy one tonight,” she teased, as she undid the front of her bra and let her 38DD’s fall out. I hefted them and brought my lips to the dark pink nipples. Monica went on: “Is it the sight of Enid wearing your old tee shirt that has you going or are your really interested in this old body?” To give myself credit, I paused for only the briefest of moments before bringing my face to hers and kissing her soft lips longingly. Then I laid her down on the bed and, after stripping out of my clothes, I spread her thighs and went to work on her pussy. Within a very short time she was moaning in orgasm. “Oh, Tommy, yes, that’s it. Make me cum. Now. Yes. Cumming! CUMMIINNNGGG!” Monica stuck her fingers in my hair and pulled as she fucked her pussy against my face. I kept my tongue working furiously. I knew from those twenty years experience with her that she was capable of another smaller orgasm if I did this. Soon, she came again. This time it was quieter, her mouth a hard line of concentration. When she was done, I brought my face to hers and kissed her juices into her mouth. She reached down and held my hard seven inch long and very thick dick. “I guess you do like this old broad,” she replied. “What can I do for you, big fella?” “How about a little doggie action?” Monica smiled broadly and turned around, getting on all fours, waving her rump in the air. She loved get it from behind. I took my place behind where her big ass spread before me. I kneaded her chunks of ass cheeks and placed my cock head to her opening. That’s when I heard the sound--a tiny gasp--from the hallway. I looked to the door and spied my old white tee shirt. The door was ajar. I could see that Enid had her hand stuffed inside her thong under the shirt. “What was that?” asked Monica. I said, “Me. Just a little gasp at the sight of your pretty asshole.” Monica wagged her butt. “Well, look further down, lover. Fill my pussy with your big dick. I want it so.” I looked back to the door and simultaneously plunged my cock in my wife to the hilt. Monica growled deep in her throat and put her face down on the pillow. I caressed her fleshy back and ass as I fucked her. Watching the shadow watching us. Then I reached under her and holding her heavy tits, lifted her so her back met my chest. I screwed her with short strokes in this position. Looking at the door I could see small fluttering motions beneath the tee shirt as Enid masturbated. I sank my teeth in Monica’s shoulder and pointed one of her tits to the door. Enid opened the door another inch or so to get a better look. With two fingers on the breast I scissored my wife’s thick nipple. It grew hard and long. Enid licked her bottom lip. I’m not sure what I wanted. I didn’t expect the girl to join us or anything. Monica would have had a cow if she knew what I knew. But still, the picture of that kewpie doll mouth encircling my wife’s thick, swollen...that was it! The idea of Erin licking my wife’s nipple sent me over the edge. I dropped Monica’s tit and let her body go. She flopped down on the bed. Grasping her hips, I started pumping my cock in and out of her cunt with great speed. I watched Enid watching us as I slammed home one final time and held myself there as the head of my dick erupted in my wife’s cunt. After the first spurt inside her, I knew I wanted Enid to see my flying cum so I pulled out to stroke myself on Monica’s ass. Long strands of sticky white fluid landed on her heavy cheeks. Enid watched and drove her hand harder between her legs. With the other hand she pulled at one of her nipples through the fabric of the shirt. Then she turned and disappeared down the hall. Monica turned around, saying, “Holy shit, what got into you? You never cum that quick.” She took hold of my cock and squeezed the last of my cum out with gentle strokes. I cupped one of her large tits and brought it to the head of my dick. Some of the cum landed on her nipple. “You just do it for me, baby,” I said. Monica leaned forward and kissed my cock head with a smile. I laid down beside her and we spooned, my soft dick nestled in the crack of her ass. Very soon, she was asleep. I slipped out of bed and padded my way down the hall. From the illumination of the nightlight, I could see the bathroom door was ajar. I snuck up to it and peeked in. Enid was sitting on the toilet. Her thong was pulled down around her ankles and my tee shirt was up around her neck exposing her huge breasts. She was pulling on the long pale pink nipples and had three fingers stuffed in her beautiful red-haired pussy. Her body was incredible. All sleek and sinew. Pale skin on her breasts and groin where her bikini had covered her as she tanned. Very small patches of pale skin, by the way. Something about the glow of the nightlight made it surreal. I watched as she masturbated, pulling her fingers in and out of her twat and rubbing her clit with her thumb. Enid brought her pink nipple to her mouth and bit into it with her teeth, stretching the flesh. Enid looked around the small room and quickly spied something. She reached over and got a long narrow can of my Nivea shaving gel. It was about as big around as my cock, about seven inches. Slowly, she started to insert the tube into her vagina. She didn’t put it all in, only a couple of inches. Then she started fucking herself in short hard strokes all the while massaging her clit with her other hand. Her breath became labored. Then she started rising and falling on the can, lifting herself off the toilet seat with her great long legs. After a short minute, a low growl came from deep in her throat. I could tell she wanted to scream out, but didn’t want to be heard. So, she came with a violent shudder. When she was done she sat back and just lightly rubbed the can over her clit and her two nipples. I backed away. I was just turning when: “Mr. M?” Her voice was low. I turned back. She was standing in the doorway. The tee shirt was still up and the thong still around her ankles. Her sweet young body emanated hot energy. Her swollen nipples stared at me. “Yes.” I whispered. “Does the family go shopping every Saturday?” “Yeah.” “I guess you’ll have to find some other time to mow the lawn, then, huh?” “Yeah.” “See you then, Mr. M.” I nodded feebly and turned away. “Oh, and Mr. M? I didn’t turn back. You see, my dick was hard again. “Yes?” “Hope you enjoy your shave tomorrow.” I heard the bathroom door close and went into the bedroom. I snuggled in next to my wife and worked my hard dick into her still moist cunt from behind. Monica woke as I slid fully into her. She turned her face to mine. “Tom? What’s got into you tonig...” I clamped my mouth over hers and licked my way between her teeth. We fucked for nearly an hour in every imaginable position. When I finally came, Monica was on top. As I shot my load of come into her pussy, she leaned back and held my ballsack. Her hand gently milked me dry as I looked at her lush body, her big tits flattened against her ribcage, her generous thighs accepting my weakening thrusts. I knew I loved her dearly. Yet I also knew I would be screwing a much younger body within a week. The next morning, Enid was gone when I woke up. My white tee shirt was neatly folded and left on the sofa. I went into the bathroom and immediately noticed my can of shaving gel. I lifted it and with little thought brought it to my nose. Her smell was there the same as my wife’s odor was on my fingers. Monica’s was rich and musky, a smell I knew well. Enid’s was lighter, somewhat less pungent, possibly because of the metal can. I was standing there comparing the two when my wife came in behind me. She playfully patted my ass then, after hiking up her night gown, sat down on the toilet. A stream of liquid was let loose into the bowl. Monica looked at me with her warm brown eyes then at the can in my hand. “You never shave on Sunday. What’s up?” I looked in the mirror at my reflection. At my fingers with my wife’s smell, still under my nose. I rubbed the stubble on my upper lip and said, “I guess I thought if I did, I might get lucky again tonight.” With a laugh, she reached out and slapped my thigh. “Maybe, big fella, maybe.” I took the cap of the can and squirted some shaving gel into my hand, undoubtedly obliterating Monica’s smell. To be continued. Thy Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 02 ---------------------------------------- Hi, folks. Thanks for your kind response to the first part of this story. Sorry the second half has been so long in “cumming”. Hope you enjoy how things turn out for Enid and Mr. Moore. esl ---------------------------------------- Enid kept me guessing the whole week. I figured out her jogging schedule and made it my business to be outside working as much as I could to watch her run by. I even started mowing small sections of the lawn so I could be ready on Saturday. (I told my wife the grass was growing insanely and I had to do it that way to keep up). Regularly, late in the afternoon, Enid would run past our house, her big breasts bouncing, her broad Angelina Jolie shoulders thrusting with each stride. Monday--I waved, she didn’t. Tuesday--I didn’t wave, neither did she. Wednesday--it rained, she ran by soaking wet, her nipples hard inside the jogging bra--still no wave. Thursday--she ran by faster than ever before, long legs pumping wildly. What the hell was going on? All week, each night, my wife got the brunt of my growing frustration with Enid. I hounded her relentlessly for sex. Her sweet rich body accepting me in every way. In her mouth, her pussy, between her heavy tits. Upside-down, right-side-up, any which way I wanted her. My passion for Enid made me a hungry lover for my wife. Monica even let me into her ass which she hadn’t done in fifteen years. Friday--I gave up, she ran by, no wave. I kicked the dirt like a little boy and went into the garage to clean the lawn mower. I got it very, very clean, pushing my frustration into each stroke. What the hell was I thinking anyway? A forty-five year old man harboring a fantasy about a gorgeous eighteen year old girl, when my wife was giving me the best sex I’d had in ten years... “Mr. Moore?” I jumped. It seemed I was always jumping around her. Enid laughed as I turned to her, wiping my greasy fingers on my shirt. I loved her laugh, the gentle trill of it, her small white teeth gleaming. “Oh, hi, Enid.” She dipped her chin slightly and raised her left shoulder which naturally caused her left breast to rise. Her running clothes were sweat stained in all the right places. Those full kewpie doll lips opened to say, “Just wondered if I could get another glass of water.” I looked at her then toward the house. Time to be the grown-up. “Sure, Enid, go knock on the kitchen door. My wife’ll fix you up.” Enid raised her eyebrow as a tiny smile played at her generous mouth. Then with a flip of her red ponytail, she turned and walked toward the house. Just as she was out of sight, she called out, “Thanks, Mr. M.” She knocked on the door and went into the kitchen and my wife. I sort of went back to work but couldn’t help waiting for her to come back outside. She was inside for a long time. I crept to the edge of the garage nearest the kitchen. I felt foolish hiding and more foolish because I felt jealous that Monica was spending time with the girl. A fantasy began to build in my mind that Enid was trying to seduce my wife. Letting the drops of water once again fall to her own breasts and then accidentally splashing some on Monica’s big chest. Naturally, she’d try to dry them off and couldn’t help squeezing the soft flesh of Monica’s big tits through her tank top. M would look surprised at first but then willingly submit to Enid's manipulations. Slowly, gently their mouths would move toward each other until Enid’s thick lips would meet my wife’s... “Well, I hope it works out, Enid. You be careful now, you hear.” “I will, Mrs. M. New guys don’t scare me much anymore.” What the hell were they talking about? “But Leroy’s so big, y’know. Heck, he was center on the basketball team in high school. And, well, you know what they say about black guys.” “Enid Taylor. Don’t you be giving that any thought. You go to the movie and then you make him bring you home.” Monica admonished her. Enid: “Don’t worry about me, Mrs. M, I can take care of myself.” A laugh. I heard the kitchen door close and quickly bent over the lawnmower. Seconds later, I felt a hand on my ass. I stiffened and stood up. I tried to turn but Enid placed her jaw on my shoulder and whispered in my ear. “Your lawn looks nice and taken care of. I hope we’re on for tomorrow, Mr. M. ” I said nothing. I couldn’t even breath. Enid moved her hand from my ass around my hip to the bulge in my pants. She chortled into my neck. “Oh, yeah, we’re on.” She squeezed my dick and gave a long slow rub to the front of my jeans. Then she pulled back. I turned to her as she perused the garage. She stretched her long arms behind her head causing the swell of her breasts to rise. After a moment, she said, “I really like this garage, Mr. Moore.” And after another thoughtful pause. “I’ve never done it in a garage.” She turned and started out of the building. “See ya tomorrow.” “Enid.” I stopped her. She turned back, her infuriating eyebrow arched in a question. What did she do? Study the stupid Tomb Raider movies? “Got a date, tonite?” “Why, Mr. M? Need a baby sitter?” I stammered. “No..no..I just..” “Sorry, I’m going out with Leroy DeLong. You remember him, doncha, from high school?” “Yeah, sure, great player.” “Well, I’ll find out tonite,” she said, with an evil glint in her eyes. Then she laughed. “Listen, I might blow him but, don’t worry, Mister M, I’m saving the rest for you. See ya tomorrow, lover.” She jogged off, backside rippling with each stride. That night I fucked Monica insanely as I pictured Enid taking the huge young black man’s huge young cock in her pretty mouth. Monica came as I rammed into her and held me tightly begging for my cum. But I pulled my rampant dick out of her and straddled her chest while I jacked off into her mouth. Monica rewarded me with lovely licks from her tongue but my mind’s eye saw a big black cock spurting in Enid’s soft mouth. But then my wife pulled me back. When I had finished cumming, Monica drew my mouth to hers and kissed me with her semen soaked tongue. I laid down on the soft body I knew so well and she worked my still hard dick into her moist pussy. We kissed and she moved under me with determined little fucks until she came once more on my cock. I buried my face in her big tits and sucked a thick hard nipple into my mouth. Then feeling my cock still erect within her, I fucked her hard, then slow--long deep thrusts, then short shallow ones. It might have been an hour, it might have been a minute. When I finally came a second time I drove myself fully into her and hugged onto her for dear life. Afterward, I watched her as she slept, a faint smile on her lips. My wife was the same age as me--forty-five--and we had been born under the same moon, barely two weeks apart. We had been together for over twenty years and borne two children. I loved her more than ever and knew she loved me. What the hell was I doing with Enid? I stroked Monica’s soft lined cheek and kissed her where her blond-graying hair met the top of her ear. I fell asleep with my wife in my arms, wondering what the morrow would bring. The next day, Saturday, I puttered in the garage. Monica and the kids were shopping as planned. And I was waiting. For Enid. Before long, there was a knock at the back door to the garage. I opened the door and she slipped in under my arm. I smelled her scent--salty and sweet. “I didn’t want to be seen coming in the front.” I watched as she moved with cat-like steps to the garage door button. She deftly punched it and the door started moving down, enclosing us in the garage. “Enid...” “What?” she turned to me, her bottom lip came over her top one as she sucked a bead of sweat into her mouth. “I just...I’m not sure this is...” “You want to know if I sucked off Leroy, right?” Oh shit. My dick leaped in my pants. “That’s none of my business, Enid.” “Sure it is.” She came close to me, letting her tits graze my chest. Her lips brushed my chin then she brought them to my ear. I hadn’t realized she was so tall. “You want to know how big he was, don’t you? You want to know if he’s bigger than you.” I stiffened as her hand caressed the front of my pants. It was all I could to to keep from grabbing her. She played with my hardening cock through the fabric of my shorts. “Well, Mr. M, I’ve only seen yours from a distance. It looked pretty big and oh-so-thick,” she crooned. “But Leroy’s dick, well, I do have a more magnified memory of that if you know what I mean.” Enid bit my lower lip gently and pulled at it with her teeth. “Big and black. With a beautiful mushroom head. And guess what, Mr. M? Leroy’s not circumcised. I love playing with a foreskin” She kissed me with those full lips, driving her tongue into my mouth. I almost could sense the big black dick in her mouth, the dark pungent flesh traveling over her perfect white teeth. I became light headed. Somehow, I have no memory how, Enid had my shorts down around my ankles and my hard naked penis in her hand. She was stroking it with increasing speed. She broke the kiss. “Ooh, you’re hard, baby. Hard and thick. Just like when I watched you bang Mrs. M. I can already tell your thicker than Leroy. I can’t even get my hand around you. Want me to find out if your dick’s longer than his?” I said nothing. I just put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her down before me. Enid looked up at me grinning and batted my cockhead against her tongue. Then she arched that wretched eyebrow, the glint in her eye sparkling at me, and took the big bloom into her mouth. She sucked at it thoughtfully for a moment then fed my dick to her mouth until my big hairy testicles brushed her chin. She held herself there forever and then came off in huge whoosh. “Oh, Mister M, you win, baby. Your just as long as Leroy but oh so much thicker.” I lifted her off the garage floor and brought her face close to my own. “Let’s fucking forget about Leroy.” I pulled her to me and kissed her young mouth, stifling her laugh. My erection crushed into her stomach as my hand crept under her jogging bra to cup a full sweet breast. Enid threw her arms around me and kissed back forcefully as she rubbed her sweet body against mine. She only released me to tug her bra over her head and expose her perfectly round pink-nippled tits. The lower crescent of each one was pale white against her tanned skin. I took one in each hand, marveling in their firmness before lowering my mouth to one turgid pink nipple and then the other. Enid moaned as she fucked my mouth with each of her teats. I knelt and worked my way over her flat brown tummy. I pulled her brief running pants and bikini underwear down over her long lean legs and slipped them over her sneakers. Then I kissed her fragrant red bush before working my tongue over her clit. Enid spread her legs and I wetted two fingers and slid them up her twat. I hadn’t needed to wet them, she was soaked. She moaned luxuriantly as I finger fucked her and sucked at her pink clit. She seemed to be enjoying it when she suddenly spun away and leaned over my work table. Her gorgeous backside was spread before me. Wonderfully tawny back, broad shoulders, tapering down to a slim waist. Her delectable sleek rump showed the white tracks of her thong bikini bottom like a tattoo. Her body was like a beach volleyball player’s, only with huge knockers. Enid spread herself further opening her ass cheeks with her hands. “Stick your tongue in me, Mister M, stick your tongue in my pussy.” I moved forward and licked at her pussy lips then worked my tongue into her canal. At the same time my nose touched her fragrant asshole. “Ooh, Mister M,” she gasped. “We better save that for later.” I reached my hand around and found her clit. After a few minutes tonguing her pussy and touching her clit, she began to moan. “Mister M! You’re so good! But I want to cum on your cock first. C’mon, stick that big thing in my wet pussy!” Enid bent over the table and spread her legs. I kicked my shorts over my shoes and stripped my sweat shirt over my head. Then I took the turgid head of my cock and placed it at her entrance. Her moist cunt felt delicious on the knob of my prick. I pushed and a few inches of my meat slipped easily into her. "More, Mister Moore. Gimme more." I slid fully into her and started fucking her hard, my belly fitting perfectly into the small of her back. The only sounds were the slurp of my dick moving in and out of her pussy and the squeaking of our sneakers on the floor. Soon, Enid began writhing about the table as she pulled at me with her cunt. "Gotta have more. Gotta have all that big dick in me." I fucked her with deeper strokes, glorying in the taut flesh of her backside. Tan and rippling. And young--ohsoyoung! “More, Mister Moore!” I was in about as far as I could get from this position. I pulled out of her pussy. She mewed in protest as I spun her around. Then I gathered her up with my arms under her thighs and lowered her on my cock. Enid gasped in delight. I, myself, was delighted to have her big pink nipples at the same level as my mouth. I licked at them voraciously as I lifted and lowered her on my cock. She held on to me by the neck and we energetically made the beast with two backs. A sweating, growling animal hungry for its own release. Our union at the beast’s core making our two beings one. Within a few short minutes, Enid began bellowing as she came on my cock. “OHMYGOD! CUMMING! CUMMING NOW! DON’T STOP! CUMMING!” I had no intention of stopping as I burrowed into her cunt. Finally she stiffened so hard she nearly fell off my dick. But I held her there, this sweet young thing, as her hands pushed my chest away and her pussy squeezed my cock into her. When she was done, she came back to me, hugging me around the neck. Her pussy was still full of my hardness. Gently, she started rising on me. “You gonna come, Mister M?” she whispered in my ear. “How you wanna come, baby?” What she was doing felt exquisite, but I had made plans. I carried her over to my Ford Ranger. I had covered the bed of the pickup truck with sleeping bags and a couple throw pillows. I gently laid her down on the fabric with my cock still inside her and started fucking her in the missionary position. I kissed her mouth, her face, neck and shoulders. I ran my mouth once again all over her pert breasts. Smaller than my wife’s but so firm and bouncy. And sweet. Perfumed with sweat and baby powder. As I did this I fucked her cunt with great long slow strokes, reaching the very center of her and then pulling out to play with her clit with head of my cock. I had an idea I could make her come again and wanted to try. Enid surrendered to me completely and when I mashed her tits together so I could take both of her engorged nipples in my mouth at the same time, she groaned deeply. I knew she was close and drove my big dick fully into her as she writhed a very intense but this time quiet orgasm on my erection. Her eyes opened after a few moments. She smiled up at me and said, “Mister M, you are one incredible lover. Mrs. M sure is lucky.” I thought of my wife. Of her lush, ripe body. And knew I was the lucky one. “Whadda ya want, Mister M?” I looked down at her sweet young body and my cock spasmed inside her as I realized what I wanted. I withdrew and lay down on my back. Her hand found my slick hard dick. She stroked it thoughtfully, watching me, unsure of what was going on. I started to say to her, Enid, you’re a very desirable young woman and I love the attention you’ve been giving me. It’s very flattering. I haven’t felt so young in a long time and I must admit I’ve looked forward to seeing you. You’ll probably think I’m crazy after what we just did but I really think you should go now. You see I love my wife and though you can’t know now, sex with her is as wonderful today as the day... But I didn’t say that. See, by the time I was thinking she’d think I was crazy for telling her to leave, Enid had her warm mouth on my cock and was sucking the life out of me! What I did say to her was: “Enid, I want you on top! Sit on me so I can watch your beautiful body while you fuck me!” She grinned and climbed on top of me. She arched her back as she guided my cock into her wet snatch. This caused her breasts to bounce delightfully. I reached out to cup them as she rode me but she took them into her own hands and brought each of them one at a time to her own mouth where she stretched the pink nipples with her teeth. Her green eyes bore into mine as her cunt bore down on my cock. When she placed her hands on my chest so that her tits were squished together between her arms I knew I was lost. As she rose and fell on my cock, I reached around and touched her anus with my finger. Enid made a a sexy little purse of her lips. “Yeah, baby. Touch my butt. Go ahead, Mister M, put it in. Put your finger up my ass.” She was really fucking me now. Hard and fast. I got the tip of my finger in her anus and could feel the girth of my cock through her moving flesh. “Too bad we don’t have time for you to fuck me up the ass, Mister M. I love it in my asshole.” Oh my god, little Enid, who used to baby-sit my kids, took it up the ass! Holy shit! As I started to cum, I leaned forward and took a beautiful ripe nipple between my teeth and placed my other hand on her hip to hold her where I wanted her. I drove my erupting cock deep inside her young pussy as if I was trying to make it come through her throat. It was an intense, shuddering climax. I shook for what seemed many minutes. When I came out of it, so to speak, Enid was caressing my cheek softly. My cock was still buried in her but my finger had dislodged from her anus. She was crooning to me: “That’s all right, baby. So pretty, so beautiful, when you do that. Not so tough when you surrender like that, are you, baby? So pretty.” After a while, she climbed off my cock and lay down beside me. She kissed me as I gloried in the tight young body that cleaved into my side. “Gotta go now, Mister M. You’ve been a doll.” “Enid?” “Yeah?” “Don’t you think you can call me Tom after this?” “Mister M!” She rose up in shock. “What kind of respect would that show? If my parents heard that, they’d skin me alive.” Then she leaned back down. “But if you’re a real bad boy, I might call you Thomas. Shame on you, Thomas, for touching my asshole.” She pecked me on the cheek and got out of the pickup bed. I could barely move. I heard the slap of her running shoes on the cement floor and the wisping sounds of her donning her brief clothes. Then her pretty face appeared over the side. “God, I don’t think I can run today, Mister M. You plumb wore me out.” She laughed and disappeared. From the doorway, I heard: “So long now!” I lay there for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts, then quickly got dressed and rolled up the sleeping bags and put them away. I was just finished when the automatic garage door opened and my family drove in. Monica got out of the car and said, “Good, you’re here. You can help unload.” The moment I saw Monica I knew what I needed. We unloaded the groceries and I gave my thirteen year old daughter, Amy, money to take our son to get an ice cream cone. I went into the kitchen where my wife was unpacking the food. I moved up behind her and held her from behind. Her generous backside and huge soft DD tits felt like home. “Let’s go upstairs,” I whispered. “Yeah, right,” she said. “What about the kids?” “I sent them for ice cream.” She turned her head around to look at me. “I have to unpack.” I looked down at the counter. “You’ve already done the frozen, stuff. C’mon.” Thy Neighbor's Daughter Ch. 02 Monica turned into me and put her arms around my neck. My erection pushed against her belly. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you lately,” she said, and gave me a peck on the mouth. “But I think I like it.” I placed my hand on her butt and guided her out of the kitchen and down he hall. “What did they use to call this?” I asked. She chuckled. “Afternoon delight.” “Oh, yeah,” I remembered. We made love slowly and lovingly and as always, it was a delight. Inside her body, wallowing in her lush flesh, I felt as if I had come home from a long exotic trip.