Nick Eastwood - Babysitter in heat

Tracy Smith had that hot feeling in her pussy again.

She'd been having it a lot lately. It was a throbbing, swelling feeling that tempted her to reach down inside her panties and play with herself. She wondered if she should risk it.

Tonight she was babysitting for the Nelsons. The kids were all tucked away in bed, no danger of them coming into the living room and catching her. But she didn't know when the Nelsons would be home. She glanced at her watch and saw that it was only ten o'clock. Surely they'd be away till mid night or later, like always. Her pussy ached to be touched. She decided to take the chance.

Stretching out on the couch, in a room lit only by the flickering light of the TV, Tracy unsnapped her jeans, tugged down the zipper, and slipped her hand inside. She slid her hand into her panties and touched the soft warm fur of her bush. The moment she touched herself, she shivered with excitement. She felt a scalding burst of cream from her virgin cunt.

She wriggled a finger between the furry lips of her muff and touched the juicy little lump of her clit. She began to rub the slick button with her fingertip, and hot pleasure ripped through her hungry pussy.

"Ummmmmm," she murmured, "feels so good."

For the past year, since her body started to mature, Tracy had been playing with herself. It was something she'd discovered all by herself, when that nagging swelling in her pussy kept her awake at night. Something had prompted her to rub her clit till there was a fantastic explosion of pleasure deep in her cunt. Maybe it was naughty, but it was so much fun that she just couldn't quit.

Her fingertip was quickly soaked with oozing pussy cream, and she could feel her tiny clit swelling and going stiff under her frigging fingertip. The little lump began to throb heavily as she massaged it, swirling her finger around and around the wet rigid shaft. Her pleasure mounted rapidly, till she was quivering and moaning steadily.

"Mmmmmm," she sighed, "mmmmm, yesss!"

Hot juice kept pouring from her tiny virgin cunt. Soaking the crotch of her panties and drenching her swirling fingertip. She'd noticed that whenever she got the urge to play with herself, her cunt would start creaming helplessly. She didn't know just what that meant. She hadn't had much experienced with sex or boys. In fact, she hadn't been allowed to date until this year.

As she eagerly frigged her clit, she thought about her one and only boyfriend, Freddie. A wiry red-haired kid, Freddie was always trying to get into her pants. His efforts got her very excited, but she never gave in, because her strictly religious parents had warned her that she'd go to hell if she had sex before marriage. Tracy was beginning to wonder if that was really true. How could something that felt so good be so bad?

As her excitement mounted, she caught her wet little clit shaft between her thumb and forefinger and began to knead it. That sent sharp jolts of pleasure through her pussy and made her tiny cunt hole gush even more hot sticky cream. She writhed with horny excitement and moaned hoarsely. Pretty soon she'd get that urgently needed explosion of release.

"Oh-h-h-h-h-h-h," she whined, "feels so damned nice."

She thought about all the naughty but delicious things she and Freddie had done in his parked car at the end of a date. He'd give her deep tongue kisses that made her squirm with lust and he'd slip his hands under her sweatar and play with her naked tits till she could hardly stand the excitement. Once he laid down on top of her, with their clothes on, and made a strange humping and pumping motion that aroused her more than anything.

She remembered that time vividly. There was a big hard bulge in Freddie's crotch, and he rubbed it roughly against hot tender mound till she actually got off. Freddie must have gotten off, too, because he yelped and moaned, and then there was a big wet spot on his fly. Tracy asked him what had happened, and he said they'd come.

Thinking of that exciting episode, she frigged her swollen red-hot clit faster and harder, and her whole pussy melted with pleasure. She was panting now, and her cries were shrill and steady. She wondered how it would feel if she let Freddie do this to her, it seemed wickedly exciting to imagine his hand inside her panties, frigging and teasing her clit.

"Ooooo, yeah, Freddie, do it to me," she whimpered. "Get me off – I just love it!"

After Freddie dry-humped her, Tracy had asked one of the older girls at school just what he was trying to do and what made that big hard bulge in his pants. The girl, Margie, was amazed at Tracy's innocence, but Tracy explained that her parents had never told her anything about sex. Margie said that boys had a thing called a cock and that Freddie had been trying to fuck her.

Those words didn't mean much to Tracy. She only knew that being alone with Freddie could get pretty damned exciting. Now as she kneaded her soaked swollen clit, she imagined Freddie was doing it to her and that made her doubly excited. She felt the pleasure building in her body until she could hardy stand it! Just a few more seconds, and she'd come.

Just then she heard a car pulling into the driveway. "Shit!" she gasped.

Tonight, of all nights, the Nelsons had to come home early. She was so close to coming, she could have screamed. Her jeans were sill unzipped, her panties tugged down and she didn't have time to straighten out her clothes. There was a blanket hung over the back of the couch, and Tracy grabbed it, covered herself. And pretended to be asleep. This was nothing unusual. Often when the Nelsons were out late, she spent the night on the couch.

Just as she got settled, she heard them coming in the front door. They peeked into the living room, and Mrs. Nelson said, "Thank God."

"Yeah," Mr. Nelson chuckled, "I'm so horny, I was hoping I wouldn't have to drive her home!"

Horny! Tracy had been hearing that word a lot lately. When Freddie tried to go too far with her, he said be was horny as if that excused everything. Once Margie complained that she was horny, and Tracy asked what that meant. Margie said it meant wanting to fuck. Again the words wasn't much help to Tracy. Now Mr. Nelson was saying he was horny. Did that mean he was going to fuck Mrs. Nelson?

She sat belt upright. FUCK – that was the big word at school, the one she really wanted to know about. And here was her chance to find out what it meant. The Nelsons had already gone to their bedroom down the hall, but she could see that they'd left the door partially open. They always did that, in case one of the kids started crying. Quivering with curiosity, Tracy rolled off the couch and started creeping down the hall.

She could hear the Nelsons talking quietly together, and Mrs. Nelson kept giggling. The hall was dark, concealing Tracy in its shadows as she reached the bedroom door. In the Nelsons' room only a dim bedside lamp was on. She could stand right in the doorway and see everything. She was so excited she was panting softly.

The Nelsons were undressing. They were a very attractive young couple in their late twenties. Amy Nelson was a tall slender blonde with the grace and poise of a fashion model. Jim Nelson was tall, lanky, lean and dark-haired. Tracy had always thought he was terrifically sexy, even when she didn't quite understand what that word meant. It was just that her pussy got wet whenever he grinned at her.

Now she lasted her eyes as the couple stripped. Amy was already down to her bra and panties, while Jim fumbled with a stubborn shoelace. Amy unhooked her bra and let it fail to the floor. She had luscious high-riding tits the size of apples, and they were capped with little pointed red nipples. The perfect pale globes quivered slightly with her movements, and Jim eyed them hungrily.