Eugene Edwards - The naughty babysitter

"You're such a pretty girl, Angie!" Cohn Brown told me as he sat by the couch.

I knew he wanted to fuck me but was frightened. Here it was two in the morning, his wife was sleeping in the next room, and I had never Been screwed before.

Still I wanted a man's hands on me. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have a cock between my legs. When you're fifteen years old, well developed and healthy, there isn't much else that has the impact of fucking. A young girl thinks about it all the time until she goes crazy with desire.

"Oooooooo!" I moaned when I felt his hand push under the cover, fumbling for my breasts.

When they first asked me that evening to tend their kids I would have done it for free, because Cohn Brown was such a handsome man. Black bushy hair, thick eyebrows and a winning smile, he was a successful insurance salesman and I always wondered how many of those housewives he screwed when he was in their homes. I thought about it so often I got wet between the legs just imagining how big and hard his cock would be. So when they came home late and told me to spend the night, my little virgin pussy got to throbbing something fierce. I figured to sneak into their bedroom when they were asleep, lift those covers ever so carefully, and have a long look at that strange cock.

But I didn't know how bad Cohn wanted to fuck me. His wife must have gone right off to sleep from all that booze they drank, because I was just settled on the couch when Cohn came in. To tuck me in, he said. But when I felt his hand under the blanket I knew he meant to touch my little cunt.

"Oh my God, I can feel your tits!" he groaned as his hand slipped across my body.

I still had on all my clothes yet his fingers seemed to burn right through my blouse to the naked flesh. I could feel my little nipples rise hot and eager for his touch.

"Squeeze them harder!" I moaned, terrified yet desperate for this touch of sex.

"Do it harder, Mr. Brown!"

His breath was heavy with the smell of alcohol while his hands were instruments of ecstasy. With every groping touch my blood ran faster, until he reached inside my blouse to pull at my bra.

"Aaaaggghhhh!" I moaned with joy. "Ooooowwww!"

There is nothing in this whole wide world that can bring a girl the pleasure, the instant, joy of such a moment. Sure there are other things to fill the hours of life, such as eating and sleeping and school and play. Still these are tiny things, beside the passion that turns flesh to butter and makes a female understand the true measure of her sexual capacity. I didn't care if the house burned down or if Mrs. Brown came in to catch us. With Cohn's hand on my tits, fumbling at my bra, I felt such pleasure I knew how I was going to spend the rest of my life in the hands of a man, aroused to sexual heights more grand than any emotion a girl can imagine.

"You have perfect breasts, Angie!" Mr. Brown groaned. "So big and firm, so soft and warm!"

He almost tore off one of my nipples in his greed to get beneath the bra, and when I felt those fingers pinch my nipples I came unglued.

"Unnnnngghhh!" I gasped, trying to squirm away from this burning sensation.

"Aaaaggghhhhhhhh!"

"I won't hurt you, honey!" Mr. Brown whispered, making me dizzy with the fumes from his boozy breath.

I wanted to go home.

It's one thing to dream of sex, to imagine how nice it would be to have a cock between your legs, while it's quite another matter when you're alone in the front room with a man who intends to fuck you. I was really scared, I wanted to get away from him, yet the fire in my loins was so desperate I was putty in his bands.

"Lemme get your bra off!" he panted as he lifted me to get at the snaps. "I gotta see those little tits right up close, Angie!"

He was very brutal, throwing me around the couch like a bundle of rags, and when he couldn't get the thing undone he broke the strap with a quick yank.

"Ooowww!" I yelped, feeling the straps cut into my flesh. "That hurts!"

"Shhh-hhh!" he cautioned. "Gloria might wake up!"

I sure didn't want his wife in here! Maybe he was too rough, and maybe it hurt when he got carried away like that, but when I lay there panting while he stared down at my naked tits it was worth it.

"Oh jesusfuckingchrist!" Mr. Colin gasped when he saw how nice my titties were.

"Look at those beautiful tits!"

The cool air of the room washed across my bare breasts for one second, then Mr.

Brown pounced on them. It was the first time I felt a man's mouth over my titties and it damn near sent me bananas.

"AAaarrrrggghhhh!" I gasped, unable to control my emotions.

"Ooooowwwweeee-eee!"

His tongue was wet, a snake that flicked over my nipples with a million tingling needles while his lips sucked at my titties like a vacuum cleaner.

"Slurp. Slurp. Suck. Suck." He tried to swallow my tits, tried to devour them like a cannibal.

"Ummmmppphhh!"

I tore at his head, trying to get him away from my titties, but he clung like a leech until it felt like blood was seeping through my nipples.

"Don't do it!" I cried. "I can't stand it! Don't do it any more! Oooooooo!"

Maybe it was the alcohol from his breath seeping into my nostrils, or maybe it was because my virgin pussy got to throbbing so, until all of a sudden I felt conquered. I wanted more. I wanted Mr. Brown to bite off my tits and swallow them whole.

"Do it harder!" I hissed. "Bite the fucking things!"

He tried to do it. Hearing that curse from my young lips triggered a new violence in Cohn and he got to sucking on my titties with such ferocity I had to scream.

"Don't make any noise for Christ sakes!" He put a band over my mouth. "You want my old lady to hear us!"

I kept screaming, and bucking on the couch, because I couldn't stand the joy of my own sexual response. I wanted a fuck so bad I was going crazy and I didn't care who found us in the living room.

To shut me up Colin kissed me. Hard. Brutally. With that whiskey breath and a stubble beard, he crushed my young lips in a kiss that exploded through my senses. I clung to him desperately, this grown man who wanted to fuck a young girl. I was happy that I had what he wanted, that I was pretty enough to tempt a virile male in his own house.

Until he put a hand in my cunt.

"Yeeeeoooowwww-www…!" I screamed with joy when he forced his big hand between my legs. "Aaaarrgghhh-hhhh!"

I knocked Cohn clear across the room into the fireplace with the aftershocks of my own sexual disturbance, and it felt like somebody had stuck a hot poker against my quivering pussy.

That almost screwed up everything.

Mrs. Brown woke up and hollered at Cohn, so he went to her to prove he wasn't up to anything. So I just lay there in the dark, with my senses raw, wondering what to do next.

I'll just go get in bed with them, and I'll play with his cock! I thought.

That would be crazy and I knew it, but right then it didn't matter. I wanted to touch his cock so bad I could taste it.

Taste it!

The thought struck me like a bolt of lightning until my mouth started to water.

Can you imagine! Having a real live cock, an honest to God pecker in your mouth!

The image was frightening to, my mind yet it seemed so natural, so glorious, that I sat up on the couch. It would be only a few minutes before they went to sleep, then I could sneak in there and suck his cock!

Oh! The sweet beauty of it!

Oooooo, I could taste it now!

Yet it didn't happen that way. Mrs. Brown couldn't hold her liquor and she crapped out again fast, so Colin came back into the living room.