Steve Golden: The sitter loves to suck

When Lisa Fuller woke up, Mr. Henderson had his hand up her dress. The blonde teenager didn't even remember falling asleep. It was something she never did when she was babysitting. But here she was, draped across the couch in the Henderson living room. Her dress had ridden high up on her thighs, showing off her long legs. Mr. Henderson's hand was in the hollow of her crotch and he was gently feeling the insides of her thighs.

"Mr. Henderson! What are you doing?" she gasped. She sat up straighter on the couch and tried to push her dress back down her legs.

He didn't say anything. He simply stared at her with a weird look in his eyes. For a moment she wondered if he was drunk. His hand stayed with her as she shifted position on the couch. He was kneeling on the floor in front of her. His fingertips scraped against the dry silky triangle of her panties.

"Where's Mrs. Henderson?"

"She decided to stay over with the Bensons," he answered calmly, as if they were having a perfectly ordinary conversation and nothing unusual was happening. "She wanted to have a long talk, with Frank Benson in particular. I came home by myself to drive our sweet little babysitter home."

"Mr. Henderson, I don't think you should be doing this," Lisa muttered softly. But she made no move to jump up or get away from his exploring fingers. She hated to admit it, but his hand felt kind of nice playing about there in her crotch.

He smiled up at her gently, like a kindly uncle. His fingers crept over the top of her panties and moved quickly through the soft fleece of her pussy hair. Then his other hand was under her dress tugging at the tiny briefs. She could feel her panties being hauled slowly but surely off her hips. She stared at him helplessly.

"I think babysitters are definitely underpaid," he went on matter-of-factly. He didn't sound drunk at all. He seemed just to be choosing his words carefully. "And from time to time, I think they should be given a little bonus. A little extra treat, if you know what I mean."

"Mr. Henderson…" she groaned. She saw her pretty pink panties stretched tautly between her thighs. Then they were down past her knees.

"Babysitters work long hours, all alone, with no adults to talk to," he rambled on. "And all for a few bucks. I really don't think it's fair."

To her amazement, he suddenly waved her panties in the air in front of her. He smiled at her, then tossed the panties to the other side of the room. It had happened so quickly. She'd had no time to protest. In fact she couldn't speak at all. She just lay on the couch staring at him, wondering what he would do next.

He was raising up on his knees, lifting her dress slowly with both hands. Her slender thighs were exposed almost to the crotch as it was. Now her lovely, blonde pussy came into view. He gazed lovingly at the cute triangle of cunt hair. Then he folded the dress back over her golden-brown belly. He licked his lips in appreciation.

There was a deep, low sound coming from his throat, almost like growling. He stroked his hands up and down on the insides of her thighs, enjoying the feel of her taut young flesh. He forced her legs apart on the couch, so that he could see the perfect slice of her cunt beneath her crotch hair. Her pussy lips cracked open a fraction for him.

"Mr. Henderson, I don't think I should let you do this," she murmured, her voice husky and strange. "What if Mrs. Henderson…"

"I told you. She's staying over. We're perfectly safe." His fingertips began to probe against the soft puffy slabs of her pussy. He was prying her cunt open, examining the bright pink flesh inside. Lisa slipped lower on the couch in front of him.

"But, Mr. Henderson, what are you going to do?" she asked. She found herself edging her ass closer to the, edge of the couch and spreading her legs wide.

"You'll see. Just a little fun and games," he answered. He lowered his head sq that her sweet young cunt was only inches from his face. Then, very gently, he began kissing the inside of her thighs.

Lisa's mind raced. What was he up to? Was he going to kiss her pussy? Surely not. What would he want to do that for? But his lips were getting closer and closer. And they felt so nice. He was kissing higher and higher on her thighs. He was snuffling and nibbling in her pussy hair. Then her head reeled. He began licking and kissing her cunt.

"Mr. Henderson! Ooooooh!" she moaned. She closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side.

He was keeping her cunt lips open with his thumbs, and with gentle flicks of his tongue he was teasing the pulpy slabs. Mound and around he went, in smaller and smaller circles. And finally he was probing inside her pussy and tickling the sensitive cunt flesh that oozed out like some weird plant growth. His mouth made soft smacking sounds.

"Mr. Henderson! Ooooooh!" she groaned. She glared down at the top of his head to make sure she wasn't dreaming. His mouth felt so wonderful on her pussy. She'd never imagined anything could feel so nice.

"You like? You like getting your pussy eaten?" he asked. He was leering at her and licking his lips. Already his mouth and chin were wet and greasy.

"Don't stop! Oh God, don't stop!" she croaked. She lifted her ass off the couch and thrust her naked pussy into his face. Her crotch was tingling crazily.

"I knew you'd love it. I just knew it," he smirked.

He dipped his head back into her crotch and began nibbling at her blossoming cunt. Wriggling folds of cunt flesh were expanding from her pussy and swelling even more as he sucked them.

"It feels so… weird!" she panted, her voice tense. "I never felt this strange before."

She lifted her feet up onto the couch, spread her thighs as wide as they would go. His tongue was fucking deep in her pussy now. She could feel it circling around and around. A strange and lovely warmth was spreading through her pussy. She didn't want him ever to stop. She wanted this crazy experience to go on forever.

He suddenly scooped his hands under her tight little ass cheeks and hefted her up off the couch. He never once stopped gnawing on her ragged pink cunt flesh. She spread her anus out on either side of her for balance. Her legs were sprawled on each side of his face. Her knees were weak and trembling.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she gasped. His mouth mashed hard against her gaping pussy. She could feel his lips, his tongue, even his teeth gnawing and sucking at her cunt.

Lisa suddenly wondered if he was going to fuck her. It would be weird and kinky, fucking right here in his living room and everything, but she knew that if he wanted to fuck her, she'd let him. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she realized how much she needed fucking. If his mouth and tongue felt so good in her cunt, what would his cock be like?

But he seemed quite content to suck and chew at her cunt. He kept it up for long minutes, without any sign that he wanted to try anything else, or that he was getting tired. It was as if this were something he'd been waiting to do for a very long time, and now that he'd got the chance he was going to enjoy eating her cunt. He began to probe even deeper into her wide-open cunt gash.

"Mr. Henderson, ohhhhhh!" The strange feeling in her pussy was spreading. Her cunt began to jerk against his mouth.

He had found the stiff little button of her clit and was teasing it between his lips. He tickled her clit again and again with his tongue and didn't let go. Her crotch swiveled and rolled under his mouth, but he stayed with her. A thick and slimy oil was rolling down her pussy walls and soaking his face.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, biting her bottom lip. For the moment, she'd lost control of herself and could only hump her cunt onto his sucking mouth.