Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"That's what I been saying. I need to learn."

"Well fuck off, sweetie! We got applications for the next thirty years already!

We don't need no fucking kid in the game. So fuck off, will ya!"

She slammed the door in my face and I could see her glaring from behind the glass while she talked excitedly to some of her whores. They got so loud I figured they meant to come out and beat the shit out of me, so I scrammed outta there. When I got home I tried to plan my own whorehouse. I could get hundreds of girls from school and we could start a teenage bordello. The only problem with that was the fact it wouldn't work. Why should a school kid give us his allowance for the year, for one little jump, when he could all he wanted in the hall? And married men wouldn't come to fuck us because they'd be scared. No pussy was worth going to jail over.

I couldn't even get laid by the guests at Susan Lovely's place any more. She put out the word to her friends and they stopped calling.

So I not only stopped making money, I lost all the pleasure of sexual contacts as well. It got so bad I had to screw Danny Turnbale, and even though he was a handsome boy, he was still a boy. My classmate. And all that fumbling and immature violence didn't help very much. I needed a real man to satisfy my hunger.

Babysitting was my only hope Except that I didn't get any offers to baby-sit.

This was right after the Christmas Holidays and everybody was broke so they didn't party very much.

Until one night, just when I was going crazy for a real good fuck, Lawrence Hepner called. He was a truck driver who was on the road for months at a time.

He just got back to town, and he wanted to take his wife out for a party. Now Lawrence isn't my idea of a lover. He always needs a shave and he thinks he's all dressed up if he has on a clean T-shirt and his Levi's aren't torn. But he was a man, he was real, and I was gonna be in the same house with him. I meant to have a feel of his cock if l died from it!

They came home early, just after midnight, and they were half plastered. Happy and laughing, touching each other because they were apart so many months of the year. I tried to put the make on Lawrence. He ignored me, because he had the hots for his pretty wife Margo.

When they went to bed I knew I was screwed Lawrence got to feeling up his wife until she squealed with delight, so there wasn't gonna be any left for me.

Anyway I meant to have a little share of their joy, so I sneaked down the hall and pushed the bedroom door open a crack.

Lawrence was naked on the bed, and so was Margo. That truck driver's hairy body sent Goosebumps up my spine, so I tried not to scream while I watched him play with Margo's white titties. She was a pretty woman, small, young, with dark hair and a stunning figure. Even in the moonlit room I could see the shape-of her nice titties and when Lawrence got to sucking on them I creamed myself.

"Ooooooo, that feels good…!" Margo gurgled with joy. "It feels so good, honey! Bite them harder, honey!"

Lawrence took a hairy paw and started to fumble around her crotch until Margo babbled with pleasure.

"Stick it in, Lawrence! Finger fuck me a little, honey!"

He did.

I could see his big fist down there, playing with her wet twat, and I could even hear the squisshhhh when his finger sunk in and out of her cunt.

"Aaaaauugghh-hhhhh…!" she groaned. "Ooowwweee-eee!"

She was getting ready to have her first orgasm but I was ahead of Margo. I already had one and was building up to a better one when Lawrence rolled onto his back.

"Suck it for me, honey!" he groaned as he pulled at his prick.

Margo got on her haunches and took that beautiful cock right into her mouth.

"Ummmm-mmmm…!" she choked on the marvelous thing. "Unnnnggggkkkk…!"

She was moving her head up and down, suck-fucking her husband, while he reached up to stick a finger in her cunt. I could see Lawrence squirm from the hot sensation of her mouth while his swollen testicles throbbed with a life of their own. Any minute now he was gonna shoot and waste all that lovely jism.

Margo's tits were dangling down into the moonlight, the red tips all sweet and tempting, so Lawrence got one of her fits in his mouth and sucked on it.

"Aaaauuugghh-hhh, I can't stand it!" Margo let go of his precious prick.

"It's, been too long, Lawrence, and I can't stand it!"

She was quivering with delight, ready to have a big orgasm, so Lawrence got her.

With brutal force he threw her back on the bed and stuck his head between her legs.

"Ggrruunncchhhh…!" I could hear him biting on her cunt lips.

"Ssssllluuuurrrpppp…!"

He was sucking the pussy juice right out of her body while Margo went berserk.

She kicked and she screamed and she beat him on the back, while she tried to lock her legs around his hairy head.

"Suck the fucking thing, Lawrence! Put your tongue in there, honey! Do it for me, honey! Suck my cunt, honey…! Ooooooo! Aaaaauuuuggghhhh!

Oowwww-eeee-iiii!"

Lawrence sucked too long and gave his wife a giant orgasm, then she shivered like warm Jell-o as she lay there all pooped while he tried to fuck her. She was letting him do it to her, all right, but she was too far gone to be of much help. It was feeling good to him for sure, even if it was a dead fuck now.

"I'm gonna shoot" he barked after a couple of minutes. "It's gonna come right in ya, Margo honey…!"

The hot jism made Margo squeal once more, and it's a good thing Lawrence came when he did. One more second and I meant to rush in there and get under him myself. Maybe he would a knocked out my teeth afterward or something, or maybe Margo would have got real pissed off, but when you're in such a state as I was you don't consider the consequences. That's why I was glad later on that Lawrence came when he did, because it made me come too. I did it so hard it knocked me to my knees right there in the hallway, and I didn't hear the kids bawling from all the commotion for a long time.

Lawrence screwed his wife two more times that night because I could hear them in there. Making up for lost time. So that gave me the idea to try the truck stop. That one over on Fourteenth and Carson Streets. Lots of truck-drivers over there and I heard they're always on the make.

I wasn't disappointed. The very first guy I gave the come-on took me up on it.

"We gotta shower in the back of the, cafe," he told me. He was a big guy with massive arms and he chewed tobacco because I could see it in his beard.

He made sure nobody else was in the shower before he called me in, and then we got in the water together. He stood me up against the wall while the water splashed in my face, and he rammed his big naked cock right up my steaming cunt.

"Do it hard!" I begged. "I need a good one, Mister! Do it hard!"

Wow! Did he ever!

That guy fucked me halfway up the shower stall, holding me right off the floor on the end of his cock, and when he busted his nuts it damn near killed us both. He was stabbing that prick between my legs while I wrapped my legs around him for more, and he got to humping so hard it knocked my head on the shower spout. By now the water was running cold but I could hardly feel such inconsequential things.

"Do it harder!" I screamed. "Fuck me hard!"

He pumped so furious it rattled my teeth, and when he jizzed it took his strength. We fell on the hard tile floor and he almost broke his kneecap, while it knocked me senseless against the shower wall. Still we had a great little fuck and I was grateful, except he said he'd have to lay over a day or two.

"I can't drive with a sore leg like this!" he groaned as he massaged his knee.

"C'mon, let's go in the cafe and I'll buy you some lunch."

So I got paid for that screw after all, with a sandwich, and the guy let me talk on his CB radio. That was fun and I met some nice people on the CB, and I got to wondering if a girl could set up a rolling Vespers. Maybe travel around the country screwing truck drivers or something. Except, those guys met lots of girls, they told me, and they didn't have to pay for pussy. A sandwich or a glass of beer, that was all their women expected.