Steve Golden: The sitter loves to suck

"Oh Doug! Finger-fuck me! Oh yes! Do it! Oh yes!" she croaked. Her hand was now a blur of motion on his swollen cock. She whacked his prick up and down crazily, as if she wanted to tug his prick out by the roots.

"Lisa, easy!" he warned, trying his best to retain control of himself. "I'll shoot if you don't slow down. I swear, I'll shoot all over the place."

Lisa didn't seem to be listening. She pumped his cock madly and cranked her legs in and out over his probing hand. She slipped a little farther down on the car seat, but she still couldn't get her face close to his cock. By now she was past worrying about that, though. She felt too good. The only thing better than his finger in her cunt would be his cock.

"Honey, fuck me," she said suddenly, realizing that this was what she most wanted now. "Shove your big cock in me and fuck me silly! Please! Oh please do it!"

Doug gazed at her in amazement. How did she expect him to fuck her when she was clutching and pumping at his cock as if her life depended on it? She didn't seem about to let go anytime soon. Still, fucking was what he wanted badly as well, and he pulled his finger from her pussy reluctantly and set about wriggling around into the right position.

It was hard. They were halfway lying across each other with their heads and crotches in opposite directions. He forced himself up off her, twisted himself around, tried to shove her down on her back on the bench seat. But she wouldn't let go of his cock. She jerked on his cock steadily. He felt his balls sizzling and his cock trembling at the base.

"Lisa you've got to let it go! I can't fuck you unless you let go of my cock!" he complained. He was crouched just to one side of her naked body. The sight of her stretched out there drove him half crazy.

She let go of his cock, finally, and it snapped up against his stomach loudly. He crawled around between her scissored legs, leaned down over her, lined himself up with her gorgeous young body. But then her hand was snaking back up and curling around his bloated cock. She began jacking him off again. And her free hand came up to cup and caress the dangling hairy sac of his balls.

"Lisa, no! Oh God!" he groaned, and he stared down helplessly at the tight grip of her fingers on his aching cock. He was between her legs now, ready to bear down and cram his prick into the soft wet gash of her cunt. But she gripped his cock over her belly and wouldn't let him go.

"I love your cock! It's so big! Shove it into me! Fuck me so hard!" she whimpered, squeezing his balls and whacking his cock crazily. She didn't seem to have any idea what effect she was having on him.

"Lisa, no! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he grunted. His hips began to pump, and he was fucking his cock in and out through the cradle of her fingers. He felt his balls begin to pulse.

A giant rope of cum spiraled up from his prick and smacked down across her belly noisily. Cum splashed over her brown belly and up her heaving rib cage before wrapping around the inner slope of her lush tit. The cum-rope glittered on her skin like silver paint. Jism began to drool down the slope of her tit into her cleavage.

"I'm coming! Can't you see! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" he panted, helplessly fucking his cock through her fingers. There was nothing else he could do. She really did have him by the balls.

Lisa pumped his cock evenly and stared at the head of his cock, fascinated. She couldn't explain it. She wanted nothing so much as his cock inside her pussy, fucking solidly. But she couldn't let go of his prick. She was hypnotized by the sight of him spurting cum all over her.

"Coming on you! Coming all over you!" he moaned.

As they both watched, another huge rope of white arm shot from his prick and splattered right up the center of her body, slopping into her navel before slithering up between her big tits.

It felt so weird to Lisa, like warm cream being splashed across her skin. And it shot so far. The jets of jizz were over two feet long. She hadn't paid much attention when Mr. Henderson came. It had all been too close up. But now she could actually watch a guy shooting his cum-load, and she found it just amazing. She wouldn't have missed this for anything.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" was all Doug could say. His cock was completely numb in her jerking fingers.

"Your cum is so lovely! It's beautiful!" she moaned, and as she yanked on him another streamer of jism burst free. This one spun in the air a while and then fell splattering in a wide circle under her left tit, like part of a string of pearls. Some of the cum drooled off down her side.

Her fingers pumped on his prick steadily, and gradually the strong jets grew smaller, till his cock was simply oozing heavy knots of spunk that poured over her hand and dropped to her belly like jelly. She watched his cum filling up her navel and drooling down over her hip. She was totally caught up in his climax. She seemed to have forgotten fucking.

"All over me! You came all over me," she whispered, as if to herself. Her hand was finally slowing on his poor, cock. She watched the spunk strings dangle lazily from his prickhead before dripping to her belly.

"Ohhhnnn! Ohhhnnn!" he groaned.

She tugged on his cock for maybe another minute, till she was fairly sure she'd milked the dregs of his cum from his balls. Then she let go and his cock rose up against his belly solidly. She planted both hands on her belly, with the fingers splayed, and began rubbing the cock cream onto her skin. She massaged the silver jizz all over her belly, and then into her tits, making them shine like mounds of gelatin.

John Robbins was dark and muscular, and the youngest of all the husbands Lisa came in contact with when she was babysitting. He was also very quiet, as if he always had something on his mind. Lisa assumed it was his marriage. She figured he and his wife weren't getting along too well after their two years together. She was secretly pleased about this, if it were true. She had a crush on handsome Mr. Robbins.

Lisa had often caught him staring at her, while waiting for his wife to get ready for their evening out. He always looked away quickly, as if he felt guilty about eyeing another woman. But she knew she was having an effect on him. He never spoke to her much, but she knew he was interested in her.

Two nights after her date with Doug, Mr. Robbins called to ask Lisa to babysit. It was on short notice, but she didn't have anything better to do. And it would be another chance to show herself off for him. She wore a bright yellow top that clung to her so tightly her tits and nipples were as visible as if she'd been topless. She could always keep her coat on if Mrs. Robbins was around, she figured.

But Mrs. Robbins was nowhere to be seen. Nor was little Jason, the baby. Mr. Robbins was all alone when Lisa arrived, and he appeared to have been drinking for some time. He waved her into the living room with his highball glass, swayed a little unsteadily on his heels. He spoke to her very clearly though, with sort of a grim determination.

"Jackie's left me," he announced, almost before Lisa could sit down. He addressed her as if she were a relative or a dear old friend, she noticed. What business was this of hers?

"I'm sorry," she answered, not knowing what else to say. "She'll probably be back soon."

"No. No she won't. Took the kid and everything. She's serious."

Lisa thought for a moment. If there was no kid around, why had he called her over to babysit? Just what was it he wanted of her? Did he want her to listen while he jabbered on about how his wife didn't understand him and all that? Or was it something else? From the look in his eye, it appeared to her to be something… like fucking.

He had the same look that Mr. Henderson had had the other night. Exactly the same. What was it about all these married men? They all seemed so unhappy with their wives. None of them seemed to be getting what they wanted out of marriage. Or was it just that they couldn't resist sexy little teenagers like her? She blushed as she realized again just how attractive she must be to these men.