Rudy Taylor

The neighbor_s daughter

CHAPTER ONE

Horny thoughts were running through Frank Kirkwood's mind as he stood before the mirror, lathering his ruggedly handsome face. It was Saturday morning, and like every Saturday morning he would soon be on the golf course, and like every Saturday morning, his thoughts were of Nora, not golf. His thick cock quivered as his thoughts drifted to his lovely wife sleeping in the next room. He loved Nora very much, and his whole body ached with a flaming desire to thrust his big rod deep into her warm pussy, but he realized it was out of the question. It had been several weeks since she had reluctantly let him fuck her, and he knew it would be many more weeks before she would consent again. During their nineteen years of marriage, Nora's sex drive had slowly waned until it was now almost nonexistent. Over the last few years there had been so many bitter quarrels over sex that Frank had finally given up. With his strict moral ethics, he had never remotely considered an outside affair and kept his ever mounting frustrations locked inside his tense body. Frank Kirkwood was one of Clarksville's more successful businessmen, as well as a civic leader in the small community. With their handsome seventeen-year-old son, Brad, the Kirkwoods were considered by their friends and neighbors as an ideal family.

When he finished shaving, Frank walked slowly down the hall to their bedroom. His massive cock gave another lurch as he stood by the bed and watching his lovely sleeping wife.

With an uncontrollable urge, he crawled into bed and drew her deliciously rounded ass against his burning, throbbing cock. Reaching under her gown, he slipped his hand up between her warm thighs until his fingers found her soft curling pussy hairs. Half-asleep, Nora pushed her ass harder against his trembling cock while his fingers probed gently into her sensitive cuntlips. Fully awake now, she slowly turned over, offering her soft parted lips for his morning kiss.

"What's this?" she smiled as she reached down and touched the iron-hard prickshaft that was pushing against her body.

"This object, my darling," he whispered, "is my beautiful steaming cock that I'm about to deposit up that gorgeous pussy of yours."

"But, Frank, you're playing golf this morning."

"That can wait. I'm going to screw my beautiful wife this morning."

"Frank, we can't. I've got so many things to do. I should have been up hours ago."

Without answering, he took her hand and placed her fingers around his blood-engorged dong. When Nora's limp hand made no attempt to fondle his tool, he took her wrist and slowly slid her fingers up and down his throbbing cockshaft.

"You might as well stop getting yourself worked up," she sighed, removing her hand from his aching prick. "There isn't going to be any sex this morning, so get up and dress for your golf game."