Steve Golden - The sitter loves to suck

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he grunted, and he lunged forward, letting fly another streamer of silver jizz that crisscrossed the first. The cock cream glistened on her brown skin like wax.

One more cum jet splashed off at an angle, making a long shiny streak just below her left shoulder blade. And then his cock merely drooled, spilling gob after gob of cum down over her ass cheeks and into the deep hollow of her back. A sticky white pool formed there, growing deeper as more and more silver jizz poured down, till at least it overflowed, and streamers of cum flowed thickly around her waist.

"What an ass! What a fucking gorgeous little ass," he murmured. And he let go of her pretty ass cheeks at last and rested his big cock between them. Her ass was all marked up with pale patches where his fingers had mauled her.

His cock drooled more slime into the small of her back and then he took his cock in hand, lifted it from its resting place. He began to rub his cockhead into her ass cheeks, smearing them up good with what was left of his cum.

Well, it had happened at last. Lisa had been royally fucked, and she'd enjoyed every minute of it. Her only regret was that she and Hawkins hadn't been in a bed somewhere, with all night to go at it. There were lots of things she wanted to try with him, an ass-fuck, for instance, which, he had seemed to be getting in the mood for all along. But they hadn't had time. He had a date, he said.

What an asshole he was. No sooner had he shot his cum-load inside her, and all over her, than he wanted to rush off to be with some other chick. The guy obviously had problems. But she didn't care. It didn't worry her. She'd gotten what she wanted from him. And there were plenty of other guys around willing to try new things with her, if she wanted to seek them out.

As it turned out, she didn't have to seek out anybody, at least not that weekend. Everything fell into place very nicely. She was invited to spend the weekend with the Sanderson family, at their lakeside cabin, as a live-in babysitter. The place was big, and there was another family there as guests. Lisa was supposed to keep an eye on the small children of both families, when the grown-ups wanted a breather.

The kids pretty well looked after themselves, and Lisa had time to swim and sunbathe in her skimpiest string bikini. Evenings, with the kids in bed, she could do as she liked. Mrs. Sanderson and her friend Mrs. Leigh sat around knitting, talking over old times when they were in school together. The men took off for an hour every evening and made themselves scarce.

On the second evening, as the light faded, Lisa went swimming by herself. She was drying herself lazily, gazing off across the water, when she got the feeling she was being watched. She turned around, and sure enough there was Mr. Sanderson, staring at her from the open door of the old boathouse. He'd been repairing an old canoe that was upturned over two trestles.

Behind him appeared Mr. Leigh, the guest, wiping his hands on a rag. Both men watched Lisa closely, their eyes taking in every inch of her golden brown body all speckled with clear drops of lake water. Her first childish impulse was to cover herself with her towel. But she didn't. She stared right back at them, proud of her bikini-clad young body.

"Enjoy your swim?" Mr. Sanderson said, leering at her. He reached for a glass off one of the trestles and took a gulp from it. He seemed fascinated by her tits.

"Uh-huh," she murmured, stepping toward them. Her big tits swayed heavily inside the flimsy harness of her bikini top. They appeared about to burst free any second.

"You're still wet," Mr. Leigh said, moving forward and taking the towel from her. He began dabbing her arms and shoulders carefully.

She let him do as he wished, wondering if he'd dare to touch her if he hadn't been drinking for the last hour. Sanderson watched them both, breathing a little oddly. Then his eyes fell from the damp inner globes of her tits to the tiny triangle of string bikini bottom. He took another gulp of his drink.

"Careful there, Lou. Maybe the little lady doesn't like to be touched like that," he breathed.

"I love it. I love to be touched," she muttered. She turned to face Leigh squarely, thrusting her tits at him.

Encouraged, Leigh began dabbing at the upper globes of her tits, sopping up the clear drops of water. Then he went lower, fluffing the towel down into her cleavage. She thrust her chest up proudly at him, enjoying the feel of his hands pawing her tits. He began to rub so much her bikini top was in danger of slipping off.

Sanderson came closer, determined not to miss a thing. He watched as Leigh massaged the upper slopes of her tits again. Then he grunted deeply as the bikini top slipped low enough to allow one thick swollen nipple to pop into the open. The nipple was stiff and dark brown and pointed up to the sky like a thumb.

"Sonovabitch," he groaned. And with a quick glance up toward the quiet cabin he pulled Lisa into the old boat-house and Leigh with her, closing the door behind them.

Leigh went on mopping as if nothing had happened, but now he was working on her flat brown belly, scraping the towel gently over her skin. He worked his way down to the tiny triangle of material at her crotch, his knees bending.

"Sonovabitch, look at the length of this fucking nipple!" Sanderson croaked. He leaned in close and gazed at the inch-long stub of nut-brown flesh.

"You can suck it if you want to," she said. "In fact I'd like you to. Go ahead."

While Leigh dropped onto his knees and commenced rubbing her golden slender thighs with the towel, Sanderson dipped his head to her chest and slipped her erect nipple into his mouth. Her nipple was cool from the lake water and hard and stiff as rock. He began sucking the nipple and flicking his tongue around it hungrily.

"Yes, I love it. Yes, oh yes," she murmured dreamily. It was a strange and wonderful feeling for her to have two men paying her all this attention.

"Sonovabitch," Sanderson grunted, slopping her nipple from his lips. His hand came up to pry her tit completely free of her bikini top. Then he freed her other tit and dropped his mouth onto its stiffened nipple. Her bikini top was stretched like a wet rope beneath both heaving tits.

Leigh was daubing at her crotch with the towel, deliberately pressing into the brief triangle of material covering her cunt. He stroked down, and the triangle slipped far enough to show a blonde strip of pussy hair bristling up. He stared at it briefly, then tugged on the string looping over her hip. The bikini bottom slipped down her legs.

"Oh yes, oh yes," she muttered absently.

She had her hand on the back of Sanderson's head and was urging him onto her nipple strongly. Then suddenly Leigh's face was in her crotch, snuffling at her hairy pussy as her bikini bottom slithered to the floor.

"Sweet little cunt. Sweet little twat," Leigh grunted. His nose was buried in her crotch hair and he was licking at her pussy, fucking his tongue deep into the wet cunt slit.

"Yes, oh yes," she bleated, and she bent over and spread her legs lewdly, sinking her cunt onto his sucking mouth. "Eat my cunt. Eat my cunt!"

Her golden body glowed under the subdued light of the boathouse. It shone with full, girlish health. Her blonde hair, still wet from her swim, had formed into tiny corkscrew curls about her pretty face. She looked so young and innocent without any make-up. But her moans and groans of lust brayed her real feelings.

"I want you to fuck me, both of you. I want to make it with both of you at the same time," she groaned. Now she had her free hand hooked in back of Leigh's head and she was urging him onto her cunt, her brown belly rippling with lust. "I'll suck you both off first. I'll do anything. Please do it to me. Please fuck me!"