by Mark Carver
The Neighbor's New Daughter
by Mark Carver
CB-4170
Published June 1978
FOREWORD
The onset of puberty inevitably brings with it the dawning awareness of sexuality, of a child's inherent masculinity or femininity, and the struggle to put that sexuality into proper perspective with internalized standards and parentally prescribed teachings.
For some, the transition occurs with relative ease. For others, the change is marked by tension and anxiety, and a growing awareness that their world is not shaping up as expected.
For Joy Marshall, the dawning awareness of her own sexuality and the budding of her young body have brought many problems and confusions. But once Joy gets over her initial fears and inhibitions, she finds herself enjoying, indeed revelling, in her natural sexuality.
THE NEIGHBOR'S NEW DAUGHTER-the story of an average girl's struggle to make her own, personal journey into adulthood, a struggle evolving behind the facade of her day-to-day existence, yet inexorably leading her onward into maturity. A work of fiction that could be about the girl next door. Or one's own daughter.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Joy Marshall lay naked, restlessly squirming her soft flesh on her bed as she heard the shower going down the hall. The seventeen-year old felt the familiar ache in her silky body, and had to bite her lips to keep from masturbating. The ache was a hot torment by now, spreading from the swollen tips of her dusky nipples down to her pulsing cunt, like waves of fire.
She tried not to think of the fact that she hadn't been laid in more than six months. And that this was her first night in a strange house, as a lodger. Or that the man taking the shower was ruggedly handsome, with a massive bulge to his tight pants, and that his wife was at work right now.
Her fingertips compellingly darted down to her pink, soaked cunt-lips, and the luscious blonde shuddered with eagerness. But was it fair to fingerfuck herself, no matter how feverishly aroused she was, when there was a stud just down the hall, naked in the shower?
Joy's heart hammered wildly with excitement as she climbed off her bed. She slipped a towel around her ripe curves. Trembling, but spurred on by sheer lewd desperation, she entered the bathroom. She could see his tall powerful body, distorted behind the glass shower door.
Beneath the shower spray, he hadn't heard her come in. The sensuous blonde hesitated, her lush tits heaving wildly. It wasn't even a matter of nerve any more. She just had to get savagely fucked, had to feel a live thrilling cock ramming deep inside her throbbing cunt or she'd lose her mind.
She took a deep shaking breath. She knew damned well he wouldn't reject her, not once he saw her ripe, golden curves. And she was wildly curious about his prick too, having seen only the huge bulge straining at his pants. But if his wife ever found out...
Her tits panting nervously beneath the towel, Joy knocked on the glass shower-door. He slid it open, then stared at her in surprise.
The trembling blonde forced a smile. "I wanted to take a shower too, and I thought, well, we could sort of take one together." Her face flushed pink, but six months of sex-starvation forced her to slip the towel off her hot nakedness.
Instantly, Bill Hammond's long prick began to rise and his huge balls tingled sharply. When the blonde had moved into their house that morning, the thought occurred to him that he might be able to make her, eventually. Since his wife worked nights as a cocktail waitress, he figured there would be enough opportunities. Hell, she was only seventeen and lush with ripe seductiveness.
But from the way her smoldering green eyes were devouring his stiff, fleshy rod, she looked hungry enough to faint.
"Sure, come on in," Bill told her, grinning. "There's plenty of room."
Her firm, silky tits heaving passionately, Joy stepped beneath the warm spray. He put his arms around her and pressed his stiff, hot meat to her pussy-nest, and a long moan of urgency escaped Joy's lips. The blood sang in her ears as she dug her swollen tits into his chest and ground her cunt eagerly to his immense prick.
Six tormented months of aching and fantasizing were about to end. All the wild, lewd scenes that had flashed in her mind over and over during the long restless nights were about to come true.
With a soft moan of lust, the blonde dropped to her knees under the warm spray and grasped his pounding cock in her fingers. Crooning hotly in her throat, Joy plunged his burning dick deep into her wet mouth and began sucking, lustful shudders of delight racing through her naked flesh. His long meat leaped and quivered in her mouth, and Joy began jerking him off faster in her hot fist while she ravenously sucked his shaft.
Christ, she was homey! thought Bill. He clutched her wet hair in his hands and began jerking his hips forward in time to her frenzied sucking motions. If her luscious cunt was half as tight and fiery as her mouth, he was really in for a torrid session. Deep animal moans came from her throat as the ripe blonde sucked his pounding cock to a furious pace, craving the gush of his boiling come in her throat.
"Wow, can you suck it off!" Bill exclaimed, astonished at her ravenous greed. Her burning lips whipped back and forth on his rod in a wanton fury and he clenched his teeth as he felt his balls beginning to harden.
No matter how sexy and passionate his own wife, Linda, was, she'd never given him anything resembling this wild blowjob. Either the young blonde was a raving nympho, or she'd simply gone too long without it.
"Gonna come!" Bill groaned, digging his fingers into her warm, wet shoulders. "GONNA SHOOT! AHHHHHH! JEEEEEZ, WHAT A COCKSUCKER YOU ARE! WOWWWWWWWWWWW!"
Between her hotly jerking fist and madly sucking mouth, his boiling load started shooting forth, great gushes pouring down her eagerly gulping throat. Joy was moaning deliriously now, swallowing the hot salty juice as rapidly as it spurted out. Tingles of pure wanton delight trickled down her throat as the burning jism flooded her mouth in gigantic spurts.
When she'd drained every last drop, milking his limp cock eagerly in her fist, Joy stood up to face him, her lushly curved tits panting with urgency.
"Delicious," she groaned. "Your hot come was delicious, Bill. Let's get it up again quick, so you can fuck me. Believe me, you don't know how badly I need it!"
She began lathering soap on his deflated rod in soft, loving strokes so that Bill was hardening again in less than a minute. Surprised as he was at the lustful blonde's actions, he was even more curious.
Bill was an insurance adjuster who worked days, while his wife Linda worked nights as a cocktail waitress. It was a situation neither of them really liked, but it was the fastest way to make money to pay for their new house. And since they didn't have any children, they'd decided to rent out the spare bedroom. They'd put a classified ad in the paper of the small town they lived in yesterday. And the first person to respond to the ad was Joy, the luscious blonde who was now lasciviously stroking soap on his pounding prick.
She was a secretary, she'd told them, just having gotten into town from Portland, Oregon. She didn't have a job yet, but she was certain she'd find one soon, since her shorthand and typing was superb. Joy looked so wholesome, so clean-cut and lovely, both Bill and his wife liked her immediately. But there was something strange about her, something nervous and guilty.
They'd rented her the room at ten o'clock that morning. Now at eight o'clock the same night, the wholesome secretary, not even eighteen-years old yet, had just given him the most exciting blowjob of his life in their shower. She'd sucked his pulsating cock off with a ravenous delight that his own wife couldn't even summon.
And from the blazing gleam in her green eyes, it was only the beginning.
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is prick was surging powerfully in her stroking fingers now, primed for her juicy young cunt. While she fondled his rod, Bill soaped suds on her swollen tits, pinching the huge nipples in his fingers to make her moan with wanton happiness. Bill was certain of only one thing about the lush secretary. whatever else she was, she sure as hell wasn't a cherry. Not after sucking him off like that and handling his cock with such expert lewdness.
Joy turned around under the warm shower-spray. She placed her hands up against the tiled wall, spread her legs and jutted her silken, rounded ass-cheeks out.
"Fuck me!" she said hoarsely. "Give me every hot inch, Bill. Fuck me with your big prick!"
At the virile age of twenty-six, Bill didn't need any urging. Beneath her narrow waist, her velvety ass-mounds hovered impatiently. The violent urge to fuck her in her golden, naked ass seized Bill for a moment, but he decided to wait for that lewd reward later on.
Nudging his stiff prick between her ass-cheeks, the pulsing red knob of his dick found her waiting cuntal-lips. The moment he thrust in his rod-head, Joy shuddered from head to toe. Quickly, she jerked her soft hips back until her throbbing cunt was gorged with wanton joy.
"Oh, I need this! OH GOD, I NEED THIS, FUCK ME, FUCK ME WITH EVERY HOT INCH, BILL! MORE, UNNNNNNNNNGH! MORE!"
He clutched her slippery hot tits in his fingers as he started pumping his huge prick in and out of her tight pussy to a powerful rhythm. Damn, what a luscious hot cunt! She was squirming and grinding it on his stiff rod with soft screams of bliss, writhing her nakedly burning ass up against his crotch in a fever of delight. Her tits heaved furiously in his fingers as she began to have her first orgasm.
"COMING! AAAAAAAAAH, GOD, COMMMMMMING! YES, YESSSSS, FUCK IT HARDER, FUCK ME HARDER, OOOOOOOOO LORD LOVE IT!"
Up to this moment, Bill had always thought his wife was the most passionate piece he'd ever had. But the seventeen-year old was raving with depraved joy, her cunt fiercely hugging and wriggling on his long cock in an animal frenzy. The slipperiness of their naked thrashing flesh intensified both their lust.
"Christ, that's wild cunt!" Bill groaned, as Joy shuddered her burning pussy in a fury of wantonness on his plunging prick. "JESUS THAT'S A JUICY PIECE! OOOOOOF! CHRIST, COMING!"
No matter how many times he'd prided himself on his ability to hold back his load and drive his wife almost crazy with orgasms, the blonde secretary's searing cunt was sucking his come from him with maddening hunger.
"ME TOO!" wailed Joy, thrashing her cunt in a lustful fury on his big hot prick. "I'M COMING TOO. OOOOOOO! OH FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH BILL, UNNNNNNNNG!"
The wildest orgasm she'd felt in months shattered through her blazing loins as his come began spurting against her silken walls. For almost a solid minute, their naked bodies fucked in a frenzy of passion as Bill shot deep into her stinging pussy. Each molten burst brought a gasp of sheer lust from her throat, and Bill groaned in pain when she hugged her boiling cunt fiercely on his last few drops.
Afterwards, they dried each other down, Bill's dangling rod beginning to stiffen once more at his new conquest. But Joy told him she wasn't ready again just yet, that she'd knock on his bedroom door when she was. Baffled, he merely shrugged his shoulders. She wrapped a towel around her silky nakedness and went into her room.
Joy lit a cigarette, lay back on her bed and let out a long, shaking sigh. God, she'd needed that! Her hot cunt was glowing with a satisfaction she'd missed for months. Every nerve in her sleek, tawny body was purring with sex-contentment, but she knew it wouldn't last.
That's why she'd had to leave Portland and come to this small town on the coast of Oregon.
Because ever since she'd lost her cherry to a schoolteacher last year, some eerie change had taken place inside her glands. The lush blonde had begun to think of nothing else, night and day. After the schoolteacher, there were an endless chain of eager high-school boys. And her particular delight was blowing them, one after another, each one shooting off hot gushes in her hungry mouth. Then the clean-cut, classically wholesome schoolgirl would submit to every one of them in turn, begging them to fuck her dog-style.
Joy Marshall had unwillingly become the school gang-bang, the insatiable nympho who would do it anywhere, anytime. The word spread quickly around both her school and the neighborhood she lived in. Her parents were shocked and horrified. Her friends ridiculed and taunted her. And a horrified sense of guilt and shame overwhelmed her, until she was forced to run away from home. She'd gone to a nearby town, gotten a job as a secretary, and, gritting her teeth with determination, refrained from all sex, until the urge became once more unbearable. Afraid she would ruin her reputation once more, she quickly left town, chose this small place on an impulse and decided to try again.
And this time the lovely blonde's determination had crumbled in a single day. Tears stung her eyes as she lit another cigarette. Dammit, she didn't want to be a nymphomaniac, a whore, a common tramp! Why couldn't she just be satisfied with normal sex like other girls? Why did she have to have more each time, more savage passionate fucking and sucking, more new thrills and kicks? With each lewd session, she grew hungrier, more curious, more bizarre. Wild new ideas whirled in her mind, thoughts so depraved her cheeks turned crimson.
Naked, she got off the bed and went to her dresser. She took a box and a magazine from the drawer. She opened the box and took out a long, grotesque dildo. Ten inches in length, it was covered with tiny rounded spikes. It was battery operated, which made the spikes hum and vibrate to a furious, intensely thrilling rhythm. But there was also a button beneath the base, and when it was pressed it gave off a small ten-volt shock. Not really that painful, but enough to make the shattering thrills increase to a deliciously nerve-racking tempo. Enough to drive you raving mad if you didn't stop in time.
The lush blonde had used the dildo only once. She'd ordered it through the mail just before she moved to this town, but the one incredible session she'd had with it had been warning enough. She knew she could get addicted to the monstrous electrified prick. The orgasms had been so violent she'd screamed at the top of her lungs.
All Joy had ever wanted to be was a normal, healthy girl. Just to marry a nice man, settle down in a small town like this one, and live a quiet, contented life. But there was this maddening sexual drive deep inside her, a fierce lust that blazed away like a holocaust once it began.
And now, by having a tempestuous fucking session in the shower with her landlord, a man she hardly knew, the spark of depravity had been ignited once more.
Joy put the dildo aside and looked at the magazine. It featured beautifully ripe, naked young girls, most of them with lushly budding tits and silky-haired cunts. Joy had never had sex with a girl, but her six months of cruel sex-abstinence had made wilder ideas than this flash in her mind. There was even a giant German Shepherd next door, with a long crimson cock...
She flipped through the magazine, and her young hot tits began heaving. She thought about Bill's wife, Linda, a sultry brunette of twenty-five or so. She thought about the dog next door, who belonged to a handsome boy of twenty or so. She thought about Bill, with his long hot meat, in the next room. In only a few seconds, the insatiable, blazing drive to suck and fuck swept through her ripe flesh like wildfire.
A minute later she walked into his bedroom without knocking on his door. He lay naked on his bed, with a quivering erection, waiting for her.
"Just lie there," she said hoarsely. "I'll do all the work. I need it again." She didn't bother to tell him she needed raw, hot sex practically all the time.
Panting urgently, remembering the feel of his immense burning prick pounding away inside her thrilled cunt, Joy sat astride his bare hips, facing him. She gripped his turgid cock firmly in one hand, and with a deep moan, nudged the crimson knob just inside her trembling cunt-lips. Then the naked blonde slid down on it, her eyelids fluttering with wanton delight.
"Oh, Jesus, that's a nice hot prick!" she gasped. She began to slide up a
nd down on it to a leisurely rhythm, while Bill reached up with his hands and gently squeezed her swollen tits. In this position, riding his fleshy rod like a saddle of pleasure, Joy had full control over her own thrills. She sank her nails sharply into his bare hips and began the most sensuous fucking motions.
"Ooooooh, that's good cock!" she moaned, ramming his long shaft into her hotly sucking cunt to the very hilt and pausing to relish the burning pressure. "OOOOOO, THAT'S NICE. MMMMMMMMM! NICE HOT PRICK! YES, YES, OH I LOVE TO FUCK! CHRIST, I COULD FUCK ALL NIGHT, OOOOOOOO!"
Mainly because she had the face of a young wholesome cheerleader, Bill was startled by her frenzied lust. He'd figured there was something slightly strange about her when she'd moved in this morning, but he hadn't expected a raving nympho!
"Shit, so could I!" he retorted, squeezing her burning, golden tits harshly in his hands. Her luscious cunt was jerking furiously on his hot meat now, sending wild ripples of pleasure through his loins. Jesus, what a frantic fuck! The blonde was going through a variety of stunning tricks now, churning her juicy cunt in wide circles, then whipping it back and forth in a frenzy. Then she would slow down to undulate her hips from side to side, sparking intense thrills through his quivering cock.