Nick Eastwood: The hottest babysitter

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, this is so embarrassing," Cindy moaned, "but I've got a bug inside my jeans, and it's driving me crazy. I'm gonna have to find it. I just didn't want everybody on the highway staring at me."

"I understand," Dolan chuckled.

He watched with amusement as Cindy unzipped her jeans and fished around inside them for the imaginary bug. She felt all over but didn't seem to find anything. She even touched the crotch of her panties and felt the moisture and radiating heat of her horny little pussy, then cast Mr. Dolan a despairing look.

"Darn," she said, "I'm gonna have to take my jeans off. I just can't reach that bug."

Before Dolan could say anything she was skinning out of her jeans. He didn't look amused any more. Seeing Cindy in her skimpy blue bikini panties, his eyes suddenly got glassy and hot with lust. The blonde had a luscious, curvy little body. He tried to control himself as she shook out her jeans and felt around inside them.

"Ooooo, no!" she squealed.

"What is it, Cindy?"

"It's inside my panties," she groaned. "Oh, Mr. Dolan, I just hate to touch bugs. Would you get it for me?"

Dolan swallowed hard and said as calmly as he could, "Oh, why, sure, Cindy."

She knelt beside him on the seat and Dolan gingerly tugged at the waistband of her panties and slipped his hand underneath, touching the luscious little rounds of her ass. He felt them all over and Cindy quivered with lust and hoped he'd mistake it for nervousness. His big hot hands felt so exciting on her bare ass.

"I can't feel anything," he said hoarsely.

"Ugh, I can," Cindy said. "I know it's there somewhere, Mr. Dolan."

Again he thoroughly explored her firm ass globes, found no bug, and slid a finger into the plump crease between the silky cheeks. Cindy stifled a moan of lust as he wriggled his finger right down to the sensitive puckered mouth of her shitter. She hoped he'd go further and touch her pussy, but instead he drew his hands out of her panties and looked at her, puzzled.

"Oh, my gosh!" Cindy quickly gasped. "It's gotten around front. Please, Mr. Dolan, hurry and get it."

Rushing with barely-concealed lust, Dolan stuck his hand down the front of her panties and touched the soft warm curls of her pussy. As he explored the golden fur, he felt his cock go hard as a rock in his pants, and he was glad the scene was lit only by moonlight. He didn't want the poor frightened kid to see that he'd gotten a hard-on for her.

"I still can't find the damned thing," he said.

"It's lower," Cindy moaned. "Ohhhh, please find it, Mr. Dolan, it's driving me crazy."

Dolan took another hard swallow and slid his hand onto her pussy. As he touched the scorching moist flesh, his cock gave a horny lurch and started to juice. Struggling to control his lust, he carefully felt all over Cindy's swollen juice-slick cunt. Cindy shivered with pleasure. It felt great to have him touching her naked pussy.

"Ooooooo!" she squealed helplessly.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll get it," Dolan panted. His fingers pressed everywhere, on her erect horny clit, into the hot little mouth of her cunt, and into every steamy fold of her gash. Cindy just couldn't control her lusty excitement, and she creamed helplessly, soaking his hand with a big scalding rush of juice. Dolan stopped still and stared at her, and then suddenly understanding dawned on his face.

"Cindy," he said, "there wasn't any bug, was there?"

"Noooo," she moaned, "but please don't stop touching my pussy, Mr. Dolan. It feels so good."

Terry Dolan had never been unfaithful to his wife in almost ten years of marriage. He'd never been tempted, because Amy was such a fantastic and eager lay. But this teenage girl was making him wildly horny, and for the first time he was tempted to stray a little. Amy would never have to know about it. Besides, Cindy was practically begging for it, looking at him with hot pleading eyes and rubbing her soaked cunt back and forth over his hand.

"Please, Mr. Dolan," she cooed.

"Well, okay, honey," he said hoarsely. "I guess I could do it a little more."

"Great," Cindy grinned, "just let me take off my panties so it'll be easier for you."

Stunned, he just sat there gawking while she gently slipped his hand out of her crotch, whisked off her panties, and lay down on the seat. She lay on her back, knees bent and thighs wantonly spread, and even in the moonlight Dolan could see the glistening pink flesh of her pussy and its dainty fringe of blonde curls.

His cock gave another horny lurch, and he wanted more than anything to whip it out and cram it into her tight teenage pussy! He had to remind himself that that would be rape, that the girl was underage, and she hadn't asked him to fuck her. She'd only asked him to play with her pussy. Sighing, Dolan reached out and ran his fingers over the puffed juicy flesh.

"Mmmmmm, yesssss," Cindy moaned. "Touch me all over, Mr. Dolan, I just love it."

He started with her clit, wondering if it would be as sensitive and responsive as Amy's. About all he had to do was knead Amy's clit once or twice, and she was ready to fuck. He seized Cindy's wet little clit between his fingers and rolled it gently but firmly, and the girl responded with a screech of pleasure and flooded his fingers with molten cunt cream. Dolan kneaded her clit harder, faster.

"Eeeee!" Cindy squealed. "That's it, Mr. Dolan, frig my clit good!"

Dolan felt his cock straining against his fly and tried to ignore the horny ache in his balls. No way would he be crazy enough to rape a teenage girl. But he felt his excitement steadily mounting as he roughly kneaded her clit and watched her writhe and squeal with pleasure. Her pussy radiated scaring heat, and his fingers were soon dripping with her juice.

"Uhhhhh, yesssss!" Cindy whined. "That feels so darn good, Mr. Dolan! Don't stop!"

She was really pleased that her bug trick had worked so well. Mr. Dolan was such a solid citizen, she hadn't dreamed she could get him to go this far. With any luck, she'd end up taking his big hard cock, but she sensed that she had to work through his inhibitions and scruples first. Meanwhile she could enjoy the delicious sensations that ripped through her pussy as he expertly frigged her clit.

Dolan gradually kneaded her clit even faster and harder, feeling the juicy bud swell and stiffen between his fingers. Soon it was throbbing violently, and Cindy's big blue eyes were rolling. She drenched his hand with more steaming cunt juice and moaned hoarsely as her pleasure mounted. Her slit felt scorching hot against his fingers. Suddenly she gave a piercing shriek.

"Ahhhhh, you're doing it to me!" she wailed. "I'm coming! Ahhhhhhh!"

Her petite body rocked and bucked, and her clit throbbed and squirted between his kneading fingers. Dolan was excited to see that she came just as violently as his wife did. Again he had to fight the urge to cram his achingly bloated cock into her gushing little cunt. He frigged her pulsating clit till she went limp and gasping.

"Ohhhhh, wow, that was fantastic," she sighed. "Please do it some more, Mr. Dolan."

"Already?" he gawked. "But you just got off, Cindy."

"I know," she grinned, "but I'm so horny tonight, I just can't seem to get enough."

Dolan began to wonder what kind of weird scene he'd gotten himself into, but he couldn't resist the chance to play with her cute little teenage pussy. He wedged the thick tip of his middle finger into the hot pit of her cunt and poked it around teasingly. Cindy responded with a lusty moan and jerked her hips, trying to impale her horny pussy on the stiff spike of meat.

"Ooooooo, get your finger into me deeper!" she whined. "I want all of it, Mr. Dolan."

Donan looked at her in surprise. She was acting pretty damned experienced, for a teenage girl. But he did what she wanted, cramming his big thick finger as deep as he could into her tugging pussy-hole. Cindy screamed with pleasure and soaked his finger with cunt-juice. He started finger fucking her, jerking his finger roughly up and down in her gripping pussy.