Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

Walking away, Janie left them like that. Vaguely, she began to realize that she'd just lost a babysitting customer. Mrs. Wilson would never leave Ernie alone with a girl again, now that she'd discovered for herself what his prick could do. And that meant his prick wouldn't be doing it to Janie anymore, either!

Picking up her pace homeward, she began to fume.

Mamas' boys! Humph!

"Would you mind finishing the dishes for me, honey? I promised Don Jackson I'd drop by tonight to help him put up his new drapes, and I'm late already." Wiping her hands on a cloth, Mona glanced at the kitchen wall-clock as she headed for the front door. She paused in the front hallway long enough to give her hair a last critical examination in the mirror, then smoothed down her dress and went on. "Don't wait up. You know how men are when it comes to decorating, and I may be late. You don't mind, do you, darling?"

"No, that's okay. I was going to bed early, anyway. Just have a good time, Mom." Not fooled at all by her mother's story, Janie rose from the couch, and she turned the television off. A small, secret smile flitted across her lips, but she quickly hid it. "And tell Mr. Jackson hello for me, too. I haven't seen much of him lately!"

"I will, dear." Not noticing that her daughter's smile had reappeared at the vivid memory of Don Jackson sprawled on the couch with his pants bunched at his knees last night, Mona finished her primping and turned for the door.

"Good night, baby. And get some rest. You look positively worn out!"

"I will, Mom. Bye."

Realizing that she hadn't seen her mother behave this happily in years, Janie watched her hurry out. The sharp image of Mr. Jackson's giant prick came to mind, and her smile widened knowingly. Well, that was certainly something to be happy about!

And though she hadn't taken the time to think about it, Mona was happy. She pranced lightly across the street to Don's house, and actually caught herself humming. She'd been looking forward to this date all day, and not even that morning's session with Chuck could have spoiled it. It was with almost girlish eagerness that she bounced up to his front door and rang the bell, feeling her stomach flutter with jittery tension.

What if he wasn't home? What if last night had simply been a single drunken incident, and nothing more? Would he even want to see her? Wouldn't it have been better to call first, just to make sure?

God, she was acting like a love-smitten teenager! But then the door swung open, and all her tension drained away.

Don appeared, and his face broke into a delighted grin when he saw her standing there. "Well, I didn't expect to see you again so soon… not that I mind, that is. Come on in, Mona."

Taken by surprise, he motioned with a wide gesture as Mona stepped through. Shutting the door behind her, he went on quickly.

"What can I do for you tonight? And please, no martinis just yet. My head's still spinning!"

"You know perfectly well what you can do for me!" Swirling to face him, she turned on her sexiest smile, and her hand swooped out without warning to grasp the crotch of his trousers. "I've been thinking about you all day, and I'm tired of just thinking! Now, what do you intend to do about it?"

At first, her boldness startled him all over again. Then she gave his crotch a squeeze, and his grin grew broad. "Well, now, when you put it that way I can think of several things! Just what did you have in mind, may I ask?"

His cock twitched with life under her squeezing fingers, and a blast of heat flooded Mona's cunt with a sudden, overwhelming arousal she hadn't felt in more years than she wanted to count.

"Well, if you can't come up with any ideas of your own, then I'll just have to show you!" she countered, gushing hot juice as his cock speared up in his pants to full stiffness. Even as she spoke, Mona's fingers moved up to grope at the fastener of his trousers, tearing them open.

"Christ, you don't waste time, do you?" Once more taken aback, Don spoke huskily as his prick swung up hard and bare into the air, wagging a sexy greeting.

Even as Mona instantly knelt to confront his gorgeous, stiff cock, she had to admit that Don affected her in a way she'd never known before. She'd been in his home less than a minute and she was already into his pants!

But that realization didn't stop her. Sinking to her knees before his surging prick, she heard her own voice come out deep and hungry, aching for action. "I've wasted enough time already, and I don't intend to lose another precious second! Oh, God, I've waited for this all day! Come to mamma, honey. She knows just what to do with it… nuhhm."

Wrapping both fists around his swollen prick, Mona swooped without hesitation. Her full lips pressed eagerly against his bulbous cocktip in a lingering kiss, her tongue flicking across its smooth sensitive surface.

"Oh, Christ, Mona," he groaned, still clutching the doorknob as if not quite able to believe it was really happening.

Almost before she knew it, Mona was licking her way across the whole veined length of his cock, trying desperately to taste every bit of it at once. Her tongue greedily lashed across his hefty ballsac, matting its thick curls with wetness. She rolled both enormous balls until they were slick and tingling against her lips, then returned to the inflamed slab of his cock and caught his engorged prick head between her lips, sucking on it like a large piece of sweet candy.

"Uhhhmmm," Mona sighed.

His fingers tangled in her long dark hair, and he urged her on. "Oh, yeah, give me some of that sweet mouth of yours! Oh, yeah… jeezus, to think I almost went bowling tonight! Do it, babe, do it!"

His voice turned throaty, and his hips twitched.

It was as if a dam had burst in her cunt, unleashing a torrent of frothing cream. Moaning deep and loud, she began to bob her head back and forth, gobbling his meaty prick down her throat as if it was the only cock in the whole world.

"Mffuuuhhhummmm," she moaned.

Not even her earlier experience with Chuck had eased the ache that soared through her pussy now, an ache that only Don's lovely, pulsing prick could fill. Her tongue whipped frantically along his rippled cockshaft as she sucked with smacking lips, her enjoyment pouring out in bursts of juicy heat.

Her head bobbed faster. Catlike purrs rose from her cock-filled throat as she drank his prick in.

To his frank amazement, Don saw the entire length of his prick slide between the brunette's sucking lips. His hips began to thrust rhythmically, sliding his cockmeat down her moist, willing throat as he grunted with pleasure.

"Yeah, babe, oh, yeah that's just right, warm me up real nice like that so I can give you a fucking you'll never forget! But get out of those clothes first, before I tear 'em off, myself!"

Instantly, Mona obeyed. Without missing a single stroke, she deftly unhooked her dress and squirmed out of it. Bra and panties quickly followed, until she was totally nude.

And as the last wisp of her clothes floated to the floor, so did any willpower she had left.

She pulled back from his cock abruptly, clutching its wet stiffness and collapsing back on the living room floor, pulling it to her.

"Fuck me! Get it in me, lover! I need it. Hurry, oh, God Don, hurryyyyy!"

Drawn by his prick, Don sank atop her only too gladly. His tortured cock speared between her wide-flung legs straight for her sopping, pink pussy, and he grunted: "Unhh!" His prick slid easily up her waiting cunt, inch after slithering inch, until his entire fuckshaft was buried inside her.

That was when Mona went wild.

"Oh, my God, yesss!"

Instantly, she was hunching up on his pounding cock, pumping it in and out of her pussy in an abandon of pure, uninhibited lust. Don lurched back and forth between her tapered legs, and he mashed his hairy chest against her flopping tits.