Chapter 1
Becky was washing her father's car in the driveway, sloshing the creamy suds over the hood and windshield. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Diggens, the neighbor, watching her closely. He pretended he wasn't looking, of course, and strode back and forth with his roaring lawn mower as if he had not a minute to spare. But he was watching her every move. She could tell. She decided to give him a little show. Leaning low over the windshield, she poured a pail full of white suds over the glass. Then she bent down and began rubbing a thick sponge back and forth, letting her huge tits toll and squish against the pane. Her plunging halter-top did its best to contain her wobbling jugs, but they puffed out over the top, heaved and tugged against each other obscenely. Mr. Diggens would have a clear view down her cleavage to her rib cage.
She moved away from him, to the driver's side of the car, splashing more soapy water against the side window and repeating her performance. But this time she reached over to swirl her sponge back and forth on the car roof, crushing her mammoth tits into the wine down and forcing them to mash into flattened balls. She could feel her erect nipples scratching the wet glass, and she knew damn well Mr. Diggens could see them clearly. She let the fluffy water slosh lewdly into her cleavage, wetting her tits and belly and sticking her halter top to her golden skin.
Poor Diggens was going out of his mind. The buzz of his lawn mower grew loud and angry as he stayed in one place and let it rip into the grass. He was leaning on the mower handle, not fifteen feet from her, his eyes wide and his mouth open. She wasn't sure, but his tongue might have been hanging from the corner of his mouth.
She giggled softly. Men were so silly. It was as if something got a hold on them that they couldn't control. It was like that sometimes with Danny, her boyfriend. He would get all breathless and she could ask him for anything.
The loud roar of Mr. Diggens' mower suddenly died and there was an odd silence in the suburban street. Becky pretended she hadn't notice anything and went on with her work, squishing her wet tits hard against the window. The warm water had slithered down her belly and was now wetting her cut-offs. She could feel it dripping down her thighs toward her striped knee socks.
Diggens had left his mower and was standing about six feet away, his fists in the pockets of his baggy work-pants. He seemed to be playing with his cock with one hand. He just stood there and watched her over the narrow flowerbed that separated their two driveways. A fine film of sweat covered his forehead.
"How'd you like to wash my car later?" he teased, a sly grin crinkling his mouth. "You look like you really know what you're doing."
"Thank you, but I have to baby-sit in a little while," she replied pertly, continuing her work. "Besides, I only wash daddy's car."
She was moving around in front of the car again, coming closer to him. She turned her back on him and bent down low over the front fender, pretending to rub a trouble spot in the center of the hood. She lifted one slender leg off the ground.
Diggens groaned softly. She was wearing the tiniest pair of cut-offs he'd ever seen. They were so brief the crotch dug tightly into the crack of her ass, and her gorgeous buns bulged out under the ragged hems. She was spreading her slender golden legs, and frothy soap was dribbling down the insides of her thighs. He wanted to step forward, rip down the tiny pants, and plunge his cock roughly between her luscious brown ass cheeks.
"H-how much do you make on your babysitting jobs?" he croaked, trying to adjust the growing hard-on in his pants without her noticing. "I'll pay you double that to wash my car."
She paused in her work, turned to face him thoughtfully. The Diggens' certainly would never need a babysitter. Their only son was well into his twenties, living in his own apartment in town.
"Really?" she queried. "Twice what I make babysitting?"
She stood facing him there in the driveway and the sponge she was holding drooled creamy froth down her front. The upper globes of her tits shone and her thighs gleamed like they'd been greased. Her wet halter-top clung to her jugs like a second skin, and the nipples shot out like inch-long stubs of wood.
"Sure. Come see it. It's pretty dirty. You might not want to do it." He strode off up his driveway toward his garage, limping slightly because of the hard-on that bulged out his pants. He couldn't take this any more. For months the little cockteaser had been flaunting herself in front of him and today was just the last straw. He had to try to make her or bust.
Becky skipped over the flowerbed and followed him up the driveway, still clinging to the soggy sponge. Her tits jiggled and rolled. Her ass cheeks flexed out from under the ridiculously brief cut-offs. She smiled to herself as she noticed Mr. Diggens limping in front of her.
He was hauling up the door of his garage, ushering her inside, and pulling it back down behind them. It she'd figured out his intentions, she didn't let on. She simply stood by his side in the half-light, her wet body glowing with a soft, golden sheen. He stared at her a moment, his eyes strangely tense. Then he backed her quickly up against the front of his car.
"Mr. Diggens!" she protested, her sponge pressed tightly against her chest. More frothy soap drooled down her naked belly.
"You're such a hot little piece, aren't you? Such a hot, cock-teasing little piece!" he grunted. He planted his hands on the car hood, on either side of her, and crammed his body up against hers. His chest bore into her and his hard-on lodged menacingly along her lovely belly.
"Mr. Diggens... what's the matter with you?" she whispered, though she knew damn well what was the matter with him. "Are you sick, or what?"
She was backed up against the car and her pretty ass cheeks were hurting. There was something huge and throbbing poking her in the stomach. His cock! It was his cock! All hard and pulsing for her! She'd given him a hard-on, and now she was going to have to answer for it. There didn't seem to be any way out!
"I'm sick all right! Sick of watching you shake that tight little ass of yours at me! Sick of watching you jiggle your tits! You've been teasing me a long time now, haven't you, sweet little Becky? Well, how about offering me some relief? Isn't it about time? Isn't it about time you offer old Freddy some sweet relief?"
Becky almost giggled, in spite of her position. She'd forgotten his name was Freddy, and it suddenly struck her as funny. The thick log against her belly, though, that was no laughing matter. That was a hard-on, as stiff and strong as a cock could get. And she was responsible for it. What was she going to do about it? He had a point. What was she going to do?
"Well, sweet little cockteaser! What do you say?" he leered.
He suddenly reached for her soggy sponge and flung it to the floor. Then he was gripping the top of her tight halter. His fingers thrust down and he was urging the thing low on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and all at once her beautiful tits exploded over the top of the taut garment. They jiggled a moment before settling.
"Jesus Christ!" he murmured, shocked at the sheer beauty of her lush tits.
They were so full and plentiful, like the tits of a mature woman. And she was only a teenager! He was old enough to be her father! They were a rich golden-brown color on top, where they'd been exposed to the sun. Below, were they'd been shaded by her bras and bikinis, they were a lovely delicate milky color. And they were soaking wet and shining.
And the nipples! Fuck, they were the longest nipples he'd ever seen! Was she hot or what? Was she excited? Why were they so fucking long? Shit, they must be standing up nearly an inch from the puffy wet circles of surrounding brown flesh! They were gorgeous, fucking gorgeous! And there was only one thing to do with nipples like those! He just had to fucking suck them!
"Mr. Diggens! Ohhhh!" Becky panted, shocked but thrilled at the way he'd made her tits bust out over the top of her tight halter. The garment was stretched below her huge tits, forcing them out and up like long, distorted balloons. In the half-light they looked even bigger then they actually were. The disarrayed halter was acting like some obscene bra, pushing them up high.
"Fuck, I don't believe it! I don't believe these tits!" he groaned, his eyes taking in every inch of the plush globes. "You're so fucking skinny! How can a girl this skinny have tits this big?"
Becky flushed with pleasure. She had beautiful tits, it was true. She'd been told so a thousand times. By the girls at school and by the boys she dated. She suffered from no false modesty. She had the body of a nude model, and she knew it.
He was pressing her against the car, and her buns were getting sore. She tried to lift up from beneath him, raised a thigh up between his legs. But then he was dipping his head. He was tilting his face to one side. And suddenly I one of her stiffened nipples was in his mouth. He was sucking on it hungrily, tugging it deep between his lips and running his tongue around and around it madly.
"Ohhhh!" she panted, pleasure ripping through her chest. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
His mouth was sucking her hot stub high off her tit. His teeth scrapped and teased it crazily. It felt like a great long hunk of wet rubber between his lips. His fingers hefted her weighty jug in his palm, urged it up against his face. He made loud squeaking sounds on the nipple.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, her eyelids fluttering. She wasn't supposed to feel this good! He was practically attacking her, forcing his attentions on her. Shouldn't she be protesting? Shouldn't she be screaming wildly? But his mouth felt so good! His lips and tongue were doing outrageous and lovely things to her nipples!
He was running his free hand down her golden belly, rubbing up and down in the wet groove of her crotch. Then his fingers were fumbling with the stud at the top of her cut-offs, and he was lugging down her fly, wriggling his hand under the elastic top of her panties. His hand flashed through the wet curls of her pussy hair and suddenly two fingers were prying apart the damp slabs of her cunt lips. His middle finger bored quickly inside her.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, and she found herself half-lying across the hood of the car, spreading her legs wantonly for his exploring hand. Her pussy was melting, growing wet and hot around his fingers.
Her nipple was snapped from his mouth as she fell back and he turned his attention to her tiny cut-offs. He removed his fingers from her cunt as swiftly as he'd entered her, and now he gripped her tiny pants and ripped them down and off her lovely pubic mound. He shoved them down her legs and to the floor with one fluid movement.
"Ohhhh yes! Ohhh yes!" she groaned, encouraging him to undress her and lay bare her cunt. She propped herself up on her elbows on the car hood and watched his every move, as caught up as he was in the excitement of the moment.
"What pretty panties! What pretty panties!" he gloated, glaring at the tiny triangle of white lace that covered her lovely crotch. All that held the sexy briefs on were two frilly white strings across her hips. He snapped one roughly and pulled the panties off her.
Becky's gorgeous blonde beaver bristled, suddenly free of confinement. The pretty hair fluffed up in a cute little V, splitting down below into the twin slabs of her already parting pussy. Her cunt lips were cracking apart wetly, and pink flesh was exposed.
Diggens sucked in his breath, pausing a moment to gaze at the wonderful sight. The blonde cunt hair was matched by the pale swath of skin that had been covered by her bikini bottoms. It contrasted sexily with the rich brawn sweep of her belly and rib cage, which was rising and falling with her, heavy breathing. Her tits rolled about, the nipples soaring.
"What are you going to do?" she whispered, her voice tense with excitement. She kept her eyes glued to his face and brushed a thick blonde curl off her cheek.
"I'm going to eat you to start with. Then I'm going to fuck you! What do you say to that? Is that what you want? Is that what you want from old Freddy, cockteaser?"
He stared up the length of her nude body, taking in every inch of her lovely form. Her halter-top, still tied around her chest, forced up her tits and made them wobble lewdly. Her cunt was nude and splitting for him, its lips spreading wider by the minute.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She wasn't protesting. She wasn't complaining. She was simply moaning softly, in a state of tense expectation.
"I'm going to eat this lush little cunt till you groan, and then I'm going to show you some cock. Would you like to see my cock, sweet Becky? Would you like to have it fucking up your cunt?"
Becky groaned softly, her legs dangling over the car. But then he was gripping her by the waist, thrashing her up onto the hood, forcing her to lie down across the top of the car. He shoved her farther, till her ass was hooked on the hood and her feet were lodged on the car bumper. Her tits joggled and rolled on her chest.
His hands were on the insides of her thighs, spreading them harshly. He bent between them and watched as her cunt slice cranked wide and loose for him. Her pussy hair was already wet and shiny, with cunt oil. And then his mouth was on her, slopping and slurping at her ragged twat lips as if he hadn't eaten in weeks and was sucking up nutrition from her hole. His tongue dug deep inside her.
"Oooooooh! Oooooooh fuck!" she whimpered, her head rolling back and forth across the cool hood of the car. His tongue felt fantastic! It was like she was being pulled inside out or something!
Diggens slobbered, nibbling and teasing at her loose cunt flap with his mouth. She tasted so sweet! So sweet and clean! Just like a healthy teenager should taste! This had been worth waiting for! All the months of frustration were finally being made up for!
Becky lifted her feet onto the hood of the car and let her legs fall wide apart. Her knees were hooked up and she could stare between them at the top of his head. The more he ate her, the more pink flesh flapped out of her cunt-hole. Her cunt lips seemed to be expanding.
He made wet sucking sounds with his lips, like someone eating soup. And his hands kept her thighs spread wide. Soon she was lifting her ass off the hood, pushing her gaping cunt up into his face. His tongue drove deep into her and swirled from side to side. Thick pussy juice slid down and greased up his whole face.
"Oooooooh, so nice! It feels so fucking nice!" she moaned, her head tilted up so that she could watch him. "Your tongue's going right inside me! I can feel your tongue wriggling around up my cunt!"
She began to hump her ass up and down off the car, forcing her pussy onto his mouth time and again. He reached beneath her ass and scooped up a lush cheek in each palm. He started to squeeze and knead her lovely buns and pull them apart savagely.
"Ooooooh, yes! Ooooooh, yes! Eat me like that! Eat my cunt like that! Ooooooh, God? Ooooooh, fuck, I can't stand it!" she yelled, half out of her mind with lust. She brought her own hands up beneath her tits and clutched them tightly. She flicked the nipples and squeezed the flesh the same way he was massaging her ass cheeks.
"You like this, sweet little cockteaser?" he leered, raising his grease-smeared face from her cunt and grinning at her lewdly. "My big tongue feels real good up your cunt, does it? Shit, I wish we'd done this months ago! It would have saved me from a severe case of blue balls!"
He dropped his mouth back onto her cunt and began nibbling and snorting at her once again. Thick juice was sluicing down her cunt walls crazily. It spread in a clear pool across the grimy car hood. He licked it up and slobbered it around her crotch, messing up her pussy hair and smearing the tops of her thighs.
"Oooooooh! Mr. Diggens! Ooooooh! I love your tongue! It feels so good! I can't stand it! I think I'm coming! Ooooooh, fuck, I think I'm coming!" She humped her twat up to him shamelessly.
But then he cranked her pussy lips a fraction wider with his fingers, and his tongue found her erect little clit. He diddled it back and forth quickly, pounded it harshly with his tongue. All at once she went wild. "Aaarrrggghhh! Aggnnngggnnn! I'm coming! Oooooooh, fuck, I'm coming!" she wailed, and her body began to writhe on top of the car. Her thighs flexed, and she was raising herself up high, six or seven inches off the hood, urging her cunt onto his mouth.
Diggens pressed hard onto her pussy, mashing his mouth on her wide split beaver and sucking with a vengeance on her smoking clit. He showed her no mercy. He was determined to turn her to jelly. Before he'd finished, she'd want his cock in her so bad she'd be begging him for it. He licked and slobbered at her pussy eagerly.
"Aaarrrggghhh! Aggnnngggnnn! Coming! Fucking coming!" she croaked, swirling her hips around in circles. She clutched her tits and tugged at her own nipples. Her belly humped up and down and from side to side. She'd come completely unhinged. And it had only taken a few minutes. Her climax was rolling through her in waves.
Diggens slurped into her cunt, his mouth coated with her thick oily juices. For a sweet little teenager, she sure came good! She came like a woman with thirty years' experience!
"Ooooooh, please! No more! Ooooooh, please, no more!" she groaned, gaping down at him with lust-wild eyes. "I can't stand it! I can't stand your tongue any more! It's driving me crazy! Please! Oooooooh, fuck! Ooooooh fuck!"
He lifted up from her twat, his face a shining oily mess. "You want something else maybe? You want something else up that sweet little cunt of yours? How about a cock? How about a nice thick ten inches of cock as a special treat? What do you say, cockteaser, huh? What do you say to a nice ten inches of cock?"
Becky rolled her head from side to side and humped her ass up off the car as if she hadn't heard him. She was whimpering softly to herself. Her eyes had fluttered closed and her forehead was slick with sweat. She clutched her tits and tweaked the nipples.
"Just as I thought. A nice ten inches of cock. It's just what you need, little cockteaser. It's what all teenage cockteasers need. Yeah, slut, here it comes. Get ready now, cause here it comes!"
Diggens stepped back from her and reached for his belt. He zipped down his fly and let his pants fall to the floor.