Bob Hawkins - Feeding the neighbor_s dog

"You'd just love to get into that little cutie's panties, wouldn't you, Ken?"

Mary Jenkins grinned at her husband as she squatted into a pair of tight black bikini panties, then tugged them up snugly against her cunt.

Ken rubbed the towel vigorously across his taut belly, drying himself off from the shower. His cock stuck out stiff and straight, bouncing wildly as he moved the towel up over his chest and shoulders.

"Well," he said, grinning back at his wife, "she sure is cute, all right."

"Fuck!" Mary snorted, reaching for her garter belt. "She's fucking beautiful, that's what she is."

Ken picked up a pair of underpants and stepped into them, drawing them up his powerful legs. He fumbled with his hard cock, trying to stuff his prick down inside the pants.

"Sounds like you'd like to get into her pants, too."

Mary wrapped her garter belt around her trim waist, hooked it at her side, then shifted it until it was in position.

"Maybe," she said.

Ken looked at her. Her nipples were stiff, swollen outward like two huge dark thumbs on her large tits.

"You serious?" Ken asked.

Mary looked at the man for a moment, then turned her bare back toward him and sat down on the edge of the bed. She picked up one black stocking and began pulling it up her long slender leg, stroking it smooth with both hands.

"I don't know," she said at last.

Ken slipped into a shirt and walked around in front of his wife as he buttoned it up the front.

"I don't know how we'd go about it."

Mary picked up her other stocking.

"I don't know, either," she said with a sigh.

"But you want to?"

"Well," Mary said, sighing again. "I guess so. She's such a sweet thing, so pretty and small and perfect. I know it must sound really sick, Ken, but I think I would like to make love to her."

"She's only"

Mary blushed. "So? Are you saying you wouldn't like to put that cock of yours into her pussy?"

Ken felt his guts tighten. "Hell, I'd like to fuck the shit out of her. But who wouldn't? She's a fucking little sexpot, and she doesn't even know it."

"I know, I know," Mary said. She stood up, got a bra out of the dresser and began fitting it up onto her tits.

"Well?" Ken said.

"Well?" Mary repeated, looking at him. "What do you want me to say, Ken? Let's go downstairs and rape the little girl?"

Ken grinned.

"No, I guess that would be out of the question, wouldn't it?"

"Afraid so," Mary said. She stepped into her skirt and worked it up around her waist, ran the zipper up, hooked the thin cloth belt tightly over her tummy.

"There must be some way," Ken said, handing his wife her frilly white blouse.

"Thanks. Better hurry up and get dressed yourself, honey. The Jacksons will be here any minute."

Mary shrugged into her blouse, and buttoned it. She was quivering deep inside, wondering if it would be possible to hold that beautiful child downstairs, hold her small young body, stroke her legs and thighs and sweet young virgin cunt, feel her lovely young tits.

Ken was thinking much the same thing. He had played with such ideas for a long time fucking some delicious little neighborhood girl, kissing her virgin lips, feeling her virgin cunt clamped around his fucking prick as he fucked in and out of her tight pussy. What a dream! His cock stiffened harder in his pants.

But it was only a dream. He had never suspected that his own young wife shared it. Oh, they had toyed around with the idea some, playfully pretending Mary was a little girl, dressing her up as a young kid that one time, a few years ago. But nothing serious had ever come of it. Mary sometimes pointed out a pretty little girl on the streets or in the malls. She would nudge Ken's arm and gesture with a nod of her head, and they would both watch the girl swish her way rapidly along the crowded mall, dodging around the slower older folks.

Now, considering it, he should have known. Mary was just as eager as he was to do something delicious to this new young girl. Maybe more eager. Yes, Ken thought to himself, he should have seen it. Mary hadn't been pointing all those kids out just to please her husband, but to please herself.

He looked at Mary as she finished dressing, tucking her blouse into the tight waistband of her skirt. She was a beautiful young woman. Tall and trim, with a lovely mane of long blonde hair. Just like the hair Jody had.

Jody. The little girl downstairs. The new babysitter. She was a teenager and new to this particular neighborhood.

She was a little stunner. Both Ken and Mary had felt their hearts quicken when the child first appeared at their door.

"Hi! I'm Jody," she had said gaily. "I'm new around here, and I was wondering if you might ever need a babysitter, if you'd call me. I'm very good with children, I really am."

She'd been a delight. Mary had invited her in and they'd talked for nearly an hour.

Jody Gordon had just moved into town with her father, Tom Gordon. Her mother had died a few years ago, she told Mary eagerly, obviously relating to the older woman like she would have to her own mother. Since then, Jody had been mostly on her own, because her father had to work long hours with the company that employed him. He was a troubleshooter for a manufacturer of computers and related hardware. Computers broke down at odd hours, night or day, weekends, locally or far far away. Jody's father spent more time in planes flying between jobs than he did at home with her.

But they loved each other very much. Jody's dad had made certain that his daughter had everything she needed, from all the latest fashions to the best house he could find for her.

But the one thing Jody really needed, her father couldn't provide companionship. Jody had plenty of friends her own age, but she was a highly intelligent child, and she needed the companionship of older minds, more mature minds. Children her own age had nothing, intellectually, to offer her.

Jody was so utterly stunning in her beauty that all of the boys and lots of the girls wanted to be around her. Of dates, Jody had more offers than any other girl in her class. Most of these she turned down cold.

She hated dates. She hated the fumbling, the awkward attempts to get her blouse open, to get her knees apart, and those awful kisses, all wet and slobbery and disgusting.

Jody spent a lot of time alone in the big house her father had bought. She fixed it up just like she wanted, especially her bedroom. She had all the money to spend she could ever use. But what she really wanted, she couldn't buy.

So she walked around the neighborhood, offering her services as a babysitter. She did it for several reasons. She loved talking to the mothers. Friendly, happy, talkative, Jody delighted them all, and those with children quite readily accepted her offer.

But Mary and Ken didn't have any children. At first, Jody had just dropped by, to talk, to have a quick lunch, to sit with Mary and watch the soap operas in the afternoon.

Then, last week, Ken had come home with a wonderful present for Mary.

A dog.

The big happy animal had come bounding into the living room, leaping up onto the couch and licking Mary's face as though they were old and long-lost friends. Mary squealed with total delight. Jody had sat in her chair, watching with eager eyes.

The dog was a huge, young male. A German shepherd. Handsome in the extreme, his eyes were bright and intelligent, his coat of fur soft and sleek and healthy.

"Where did you get this magnificent animal, Ken?" Mary asked.

"One of the guys at work is moving from a house into an apartment complex, and they can't take the dog with them. His family was upset about getting rid of him, but they had no choice. I knew you'd been wanting a dog for a long time, so I figured, what the fuck, I mean, what the heck?" He was suddenly aware that Jody was in the room.