The neighbor's daughter

CHAPTER SIX

Carol sat in front of the television set drinking a Coke. The two-year-old Johnson twins were both asleep and the Johnsons were at a party downtown. Carol had never babysat for the Johnsons before.

But for some reason Alan Johnson had called her tonight and Carol had quickly accepted. Alan Johnson paid as well as the Fishers and their home was much nicer. Carol had quickly found out that there was plenty of good food in the kitchen.

The Johnsons hadn't been gone long when Carol heard a key in the front door. Carol sat up surprised as Alan Johnson walked into the living room.

"Mr. Johnson," Carol said, flustered. "What are you doing home so early? The twins are all right."

"I'm not worried about the twins," he said. There was a smirk on his face that Carol didn't understand. She sat up straight. She was wearing a navy-blue sundress and hadn't put on a bra. She saw him staring at the crevice between her breasts. It was almost like he had touched her there with his hands. Carol pulled the hem of her sundress down as far as she could.

"I'm going to fix myself a drink," Alan said.

He went to his bar and made himself a huge drink. He went over to a couch and sat down. His eyes were still on Carol, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Where's your wife?" Carol asked.

"Oh," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I got her involved in some kind of kid's game. They're out looking for treasure or some such crap. One of those childish things. I'm sup posed to be out looking also."

"Then whey aren't you?" Carol asked.

"I've found my treasure," Alan said.

Carol was feeling more and more uncomfortable. She shifted her position in the chair. She wished the twins would wake up and give her an excuse to run from the room. She didn't like Alan Johnson. He wasn't her type. He looked like the kind who would wait on street corners to pinch little girls.

"Do you know what I do for a living, Carol?" he asked.

"No sir," she answered.

"I own my own company. It's a large company and I employ a lot of people. Like Judson Fisher."

Carol was beginning to feel something nervous in her belly. "But Judson Fisher works in a bank."

"That's true," he agreed. "But you see, my company is so large that it puts a lot of money in Mr. Fisher's bank. It makes him want to roll over and play dead whenever I tell him."

Carol's mouth was starting to feel dry.

"He also talks to me a lot. He talked to me about you."

"About me?" Carol asked.

"Yeah. He told me that you were a great fuck!"

"That dirty liar," Carol whispered.

It was all Carol could think of to say. She felt weak and sick as she jumped off the chair and started for the door. At that moment she hated Judson for giving their secret to a dirty man like this. She wanted to get out of that house as quickly as she could.

He was faster than she thought he could be. He blocked her path before she could get out of the living room. He was still sipping his drink as he grinned at her.

"Don't hurry off," he said.

"Let me by," she said.

"Don't act this way, Carol," he told her. "It's not going to do you any good. I know what happened between you and Judson. There's no sense in pretending you're some innocent virgin type. Judson says you've got the hottest pussy he's ever fucked."

She tried to force her way past him and it was a mistake. He grabbed her by the throat and his fingers felt like steel. She found herself walking backwards and gasping for breath.

"You don't want me to hurt you, honey," he said. "Why not try and be nice to me? Fighting me won't get you anything but trouble."

He grabbed her around the waist and she slapped his face. He quit grinning at her. He stepped back and punched her hard in the stomach. She had never been struck that way before and she bent over double, gasping for breath. He pushed her back into the living room. He forced her down on the living-room couch and he sat down beside her. She was still gasping for breath.

"Now don't try and get away anymore," he said. "Be nice to me. I told you that I know you were nice to Judson. He told me so!"

"I don't think he told you anything like that," Carol whispered.

"Well," Alan said. "Maybe he didn't. Maybe it was Mrs. Fisher. Laura likes the business I do with her husband and she knows how I feel about young girls."

"The bitch," Carol said softly.

Now she knew what he was saying was true. Laura had hated her ever since that afternoon at her uncle's. Turning a beast like Alan Johnson loose on Carol was just Laura's way of getting even.

"Now are you going to fight me anymore?" Alan asked.

Carol shook her head. She knew it would do no good if she kept fighting him. He would only hurt her worse. She felt herself shivering as he put his arm around her.

"I like your titties," Alan said softly. "I nearly swallowed my tongue when you came through the door tonight. I never dreamed you'd have a pair of beauties like that!"

The arm around her shoulder slipped down until his hand was cupping, her shapely round tit. She felt his fingers brushing across her nipple and it was like an electric spark went through her. She felt it growing hard under his fingertips. She tried to pull away, but his hand slipped down and cupped her tit.

"Real nice, girlie," he said. "I bet you know how to shake them, too."

He kept moving his hand from one tit to the other. In seconds they were both swollen and achy. She didn't want to feel this way. Alan Johnson turned her off. And yet she couldn't control the wild heat of her body.

"Take it off, baby," he said. "Show me those tits."

"No," she said.

"Baby," he said. "I thought you'd learned your lesson. There's nothing I like better than beating little girls who won't be nice to me. Unless, of course, it's fucking them! You'd better be nice, sugar."

His voice was soft and gentle until then. That was when he reached over and grabbed her hair and twisted her head back. He closed his hands around her throat and started choking off her air.

"Now take it fucking off before I fucking break your fucking neck," he commanded.

This time he really managed to scare her. She quickly stripped off her top. Her bare tits sprang out and almost brushed his cheek. He grinned as he ran his hands over the slopes of her tits.

"That's nice," he said. "That's real nice. That's the way I like a young girl to act. Willing."

Carol knew she'd never been with an animal before, but she was with an animal this time. Alan Johnson would have no need to worry about her feelings. He would take what he wanted, and any fighting on her part would only lead to her getting hurt.

"Please leave me alone," she whispered. "I'm going to make you happy, baby. A bit happier than Judson can make you!"

He lowered his head and started sucking gently on one of her pink nipples. She felt him suck it deep into his mouth and then spit it out. Then he opened his mouth wider and started sucking more of her creamy titty into his mouth. She felt his teeth biting down on her tit flesh gently.

"Don't do this to me," Carol pleaded, but she could already feel the fires starting to grow inside her body. She knew that she liked what he was doing and she didn't want him to stop.

He seemed to know how to lick her titties in just the right way. It caused her to shiver with excitement.

His mouth moved from one tiny to the other and he was gobbling at her pink flesh like he could never get enough. She felt his hands moving down her sides. He slipped his hands underneath her and started gripping her ass cheeks. Carol could feel the shivers running through her body as his fingers tightly gripped her flesh.

"I can feel you moving, you hot bitch," he said. "I knew you were a hot piece of ass. I knew you were a fucking cunt!"

He took her hand and pulled it down the front of his body. Her fingers touched the huge bulge in front of his trousers. It made her tremble with a nervous desire. She tried to take her hand away but he only pressed her fingers tighter against his cock.

"Keep trying to fight me, bitch, and I'll break your fucking neck!"

He really sounded angry now. She quit trying to resist and let him rub her hand up and down his throbbing cock. She felt his tongue running down her belly and licking away her salty sweat. She was trembling as his tongue rammed into her navel a couple of times.

"That's better, baby," he said, letting her go. "You be nice tome and I'll be nice to you. Now let's go up to the bedroom! We'll be a lot more comfortable there."

She got up off the couch and walked ahead of him up the stairs. He told her to shake her ass for him and she kept shaking it as she went up the stairs. She could almost sense how horny he was getting. He grabbed her again as soon as they got through the door into the bedroom.

"You sweet bitch," he said, running his hands down her satiny back and clutching her shapely ass again. "You sweet mother fucking bitch! She told me you'd be a wild piece of fucking ass once you got started, and she was right."

He clutched her tightly and started pushing his cock at her crotch. Her knees felt weak. She felt him pushing her over to the bed and suddenly she didn't want to resist him anymore. She went willingly. She sank back on the bed and felt him pulling up her dress. His hands went up between her creamy thighs. She spread her thighs wider. She felt his fingers stroking her hot pussy hole. Suddenly her panties felt drenched with juice.

"Oh, that feels nice," she moaned. "Nice. You don't know what you're doing to me."

"I know what you're feeling, baby," he said. "I'm going to drive you crazy before this day is done."

Alan got off the bed long enough to take off his shirt. He was a muscular man with lots of hair. For the first time Carol took a good look at him and found him a lot more attractive than she'd thought. She saw his eyes go down her body. He seemed to admire her long legs.

Carol put on a show for him. She lifted up and slowly skimmed her panties down her legs. She kicked them off. She opened her legs so that he was looking into the pink lips of her juicy pussy. She could see him swallowing.

"Do you like my pussy?" Carol asked.

"Shit yeah, baby," he said. "You know I do!"

He took off his trousers and his shorts. She saw the length of his skinny cock. The purplish head of his cock was already tipped with cum. She licked her lips.

"You like this big hard prick, baby?" he asked.

"Yes," she moaned.

"Then I'm going to give you a taste of it. I'm going to let you suck my fat cock!"

Alan jumped up off the bed and straddled her belly. He moved up so that his cock was between her tits. He held her tits together around his swollen cock. He began moving his body back and forth so that his cock fucked the hot valley between her tits. She could feel him leaking cum and lubricating her valley. She moaned in pleasure. This was something different. She'd never felt anything like this before.

He moved up to her mouth. She felt his cum-soaked-tip pressing against her lips. She opened her mouth and let it slide across her silky tongue. Alan almost went out of his mind. The sight of this beautiful young thing so depraved, looking and sucking his cock was too much for him to bear. He grabbed both sides of her head and rammed his hard prick all the way down her throat. Carol gagged. She couldn't breathe. Tears came to her eyes. Alan drew back and gave her time to catch a breath. Then he pushed his prick into her hot, wet mouth again. She could feel his cock going into her red mouth all the way to his balls.

"Shit, yeah!" Alan cried. "Oh shit, yeah. I've never felt anything like this. Suck me, you bitch! Suck my prick off. I'm going to mouth-fuck your head!"

Alan started pushing his cock in and out of her mouth. She could feel his cum leaking down the back of her throat and she was forced to keep swallowing to keep from choking. His cum tasted a lot saltier than any cum she'd ever tasted.

Carol moved her hand up the side of his body and found his balls. She started fingering his heavy cum-filled balls. Alan rammed her mouth faster.

Carol had never felt a cock getting so deep inside her mouth before. She could feel his balls stroking her chin. Her caressing fingertips made him even hotter. He couldn't seem to get his cock deep enough into her mouth. She felt his hands gripping her soft, silky hair as if he could never let her loose.

"Oh baby," he groaned. "Sweet baby. I've never had a beautiful young girl like you before. Fuck, you're a sweet bitch. Your mouth makes my dick hard as rock!"

He kept ramming into her mouth and she could feel his cock getting bigger.

She thought he was going to come in her mouth, but at the last minute he pulled his cock out of her lips.

He held it in front of her face and she could see his red prick dripping with her saliva and his cum. She could feel her pussy throb just to look at it. She may not have liked Alan Johnson, but right then she wanted his cock more than anything she'd ever known.

She pushed down on his head and he lowered himself until he was stretched out on top of her. She spread her legs wide and she felt the first gentle pressure of his cock against her cunt lips.

"I'm going to give it to you, bitch," he said. "I'm going to ram my hard prick right up your fucking twat!"

"Oh, yes," she moaned. "That's what I want. Fuck me! Fuck me with your damned cock!"

He thrust his hard prick into her pussy with one quick stroke. He didn't move for a few minutes and all she could feel was the thickness of his cock stretching her cunt walls. She was glad he didn't move too much at first. He had such a long cock that she felt like his cock head was getting deep into her belly.

"Oh fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me now. Give it to me as hard as you can!"

Alan Johnson laughed as he felt the sweet young thing go all willing and helpless in his arms. He loved it when he really got hold of a hot piece of ass. He was aware that this young girl hated him but she would fuck a dog if the dog could get his cock inside bet.

"I'm going to fuck you, bitch," he said. "I'm going to fuck your beautiful ass off!"

Alan started to fuck her with deep, hard strokes. Carol felt crazy as she felt his big cock ramming into her. She spread her legs wider, but she couldn't seem to get enough of his fat cock. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around his back. She started squeezing her thighs together around his waist. She felt him ramming her harder.

"Fucking bitch," he groaned. "I'm going to blow your ass off. You cock-sucking bitch?"

Carol somehow found her mouth pressing against his. She felt his wet tongue stabbing in to her mouth with the same fury he was using to fuck her cunt. She started rubbing her tongue back against his. She could feel the wild ripples of pleasure going down her spine. She started lifting her ass so that his cock seemed to be getting in deeper. At the same time, she could feel his cock head pulling out and rubbing against her clitty. It made her stomach feel fluttery.

"Fuck me harder!" she screamed. "Fuck me really hard!"

She had turned into a wild woman and she didn't care. At that moment she would have taken on dozens of men like Alan Johnson. She couldn't think about anything except how good his big cock felt. She started tightening her cunt walls around his throbbing prick as if she could make him harder by squeezing him.

"Bastard!" she cried. "Oh, you fucking bastard. Give it to me hard!"

He gave it to her as hard as he could. She was afraid he was going to drive her ass right through the bed. She kept feeling the tingles of pleasure rocking her body.

"I'm close!" she cried. "I'm so close! It's happening to me! I'm going to come! I'm coming, coming, COMING!"

She couldn't control the spasms of pleasure that rocked her body. She felt like she was about to be torn apart. She couldn't even catch her breath as her body shook with pleasure. Finally, the last shuddering spasm went down her spine and she relaxed. She could still feel Alan pounding her cunt. She could feel how thick his cock was getting and she knew that he was close.

"Bitch," he said. "Don't stop. Keep shaking that beautiful ass. Keep shaking that fucking ass!"

Somehow she caught her breath and started rocking her body again. She felt his stiff prick throbbing wildly. She had to put her legs down. His thick prick slammed her faster and faster.

"Bitch," he cried. "You sweet fucking bitch. I'm going to blow my fucking wad in your cunt! I'm going to blow my fucking wad. You fucking asshole bitch! I'm coming! I'm fucking coming! I'm fucking coming!"

He started trembling as he rammed his prick as deep into her twat as he could manage. She felt the spurting cum inside her. He came again and again and she could feel the thick cum running out of her pussy and wetting her thighs. He kept pushing his cock into her pussy until her cunt had milked the last few drops.

"Fucking bitch," he groaned. "Shit, I've never had any better pussy!"

She still hated Alan, but she had to admit that he was a good fuck.

"I've got to get back to the party," Alan said.

She let him go. She was thinking about what she was going to do to get back at Laura Fisher. She was going to take her time and really think of something good. Something that the cool blond bitch would never forget.