Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

He slammed his prick meat into her pussy with fast, gyrating lunges, plowing it up her snug cunt with pile-driver strokes.

"Yehhhsss!" Janie cried joyfully. "Fuck me, Mr. Burke! More, morrrrre!"

Her young body surged up to take each thrust of his gouging cock, and her cunt sucked at it hungrily.

They were both totally absorbed in their fucking now, neither of them caring if their groans were overheard or not. Al pistoned his prick in and out of her pussy with every ounce of strength, but the girl was willing to take everything he gave. Grunting for breath, he pistoned harder. His balls slapped resoundingly against her bucking asscheeks, and their sweaty bodies smacked together in unison.

"Hunhhh… unnhh," he huffed with each stroke.

Whimpers of sheer rapture rose from lank as she pumped up on his big, thrashing prick, fucking herself thoroughly onto it. This was exactly what she'd come to get from Mr. Burke. Delirious with joy, she soared up more furiously than ever.

"Uhh. Oh, shit, you fucking sweet…" Al heaved, breathless. His balls drew up in a tingle of warning, and both of them seemed to it. The teenaged girl flailed with fresh fury, and he pounded his cock into her slushy, sucking pussy with an intensity that smashed her ass to the ground, only to soar up again for the next thrust.

Groaning and heaving, they writhed in their cramped space alongside the scratchy shrubs and the rough brick wall of the house. They were plunging in mutual fucking fulfillment.

When Al came, it was with a long searing blast that seemed to suck the jizz totally from his balls.

Janie let out a small scream, and bucked up to every drop.

He blasted again and again, groaning loudly as she bounced up on his prick.

She didn't stop bouncing until he was totally drained. Even then, she continued to undulate under him as Al sank in a gasping heap atop her.

"Owwwhhh, Mr. Burke, you did it! You… ooooh, you fucked me soooo good, I'll never forget it! Aaahhhh."

Still squirming in the spirals of orgasm, she felt his cum slide and roll in her pussy like a sloshy ocean had been unleashed inside her.

At last, Al rolled off her, gasping wearily. But he wasn't done yet. Not after the way this little, bitch had taunted him. Not by a long shot!

Al reached over, and he grabbed a fistful of her streaming hair. "I told you I would, didn't I? But you're not finished yet, baby. Not until I say so. Come here."

With roughness, he twisted Janie's hair, pulling her head violently down to his wet crotch and soaked, lolling cock.

"Lick it clean, bitch. Lick all the juice off my prick, so we both know you got it all. Do it!"

He shoved, and Janie found herself confronted by the beautiful drained cock that only moments ago had given her so much pleasure.

It wasn't a bit hard to obey, after that. Her pink tongue lashed out, sliding across his dripping red prick and wrinkled balls to lick the filmy ooze of cum and cuntjuice from them.

"Ahhh," Al groaned, leaning back on an elbow and watching with a grin. "Uhhhmmm."

Janie lapped his cock and hairy balls up. Then the girl took his softened prick in her mouth, and she began to suck.

It twitched between her lips, and she sucked harder. That made it swell and blossom, growing in her mouth with swift renewal.

"Yeah," Al urged her on. "Suck it, baby. Suck it good for me, to show your appreciation."

She sucked until she had it fully hardened once more, then started to ease her head back and forth, faster, picking up speed. Janie was hungry for jism, any way she could get it.

Her head bobbed, and Al groaned once again.

"Yeah, yeah, oh yeah now you're doing it, now you're – ahhhh! Aaaaahhhhh!"

For the second time in minutes, his prick rippled, and hot new loads of cream poured down her throat. She kept right on sucking, gulping and drinking jizz from his inflamed cockhead so that not a drop escaped. At last, it was slumping more than ever.

She stood and slipped into her clothes.

"I hope you're satisfied," Al grunted, watching her. "Marsha expects me to give her the same treatment tonight. How am I going to do that now, with this?"

He looked down at his sagging prick, and Janie giggled.

"Just pretend it's me, Mr. Burke. I'll bet that'll do it! And maybe next time you won't have to pretend. I'll bet I get horny again real soon. See ya!"

With that promise, she scampered out of the bushes, then headed for home, happy and satisfied.

Skipping home after her session with Mr. Burke, Janie was aglow. Her cunt and tummy still tingled with the feel of his cum, making her imagine she could actually feel all that jism sloshing around inside her.

That was one nice thing about Al Burke, she thought happily. He had a load of jizz that just wouldn't quit! It waked her silky panties, plastering them to her cunt with a sticky tightness that tickled her heated pussy with every prancing step, keeping her aroused.

It was with that delicious warmth still oozing throughout her that she burst into the living room. Her mother sat curled on the couch before the television, a magazine in her lap.

"Hi, Mom. I'm home!"

"So you are." Mona looked, up with a smile, instantly affected by her daughter's exuberance. "My, you're back early for once, aren't you? Those Burkes usually keep you sitting till all hours. I'm glad to see they've been a bit more thoughtful for once!"

"Oh, it wasn't a real babysitting appointment." Not in the least embarrassed, Janie just had to share her happy glow. "I went over there to fuck Mr. Burke. We fucked right there in his bushes and, wow, did I make him glad I dropped by!"

Mona's jaw dropped.

"I can imagine," she heard herself say dimly, stunned.

And the thing that astonished her most was Janie's total honesty about the whole thing. She hadn't even blinked an eye, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to tell her mother!

"Of course, we didn't have much time, with Mrs. Burke sitting right in the house and all, but it sure was better than last time! Is something wrong, Mom? You look funny."

"Uhhh," Mona didn't quite know what to say. The vivid image of Al Burke with her daughter seemed to burst through her mind, numbing it.

At last, she took a deep breath. It helped clear away the haze of shock. Setting the magazine aside, she found the words. And surprisingly, her voice didn't come out a bit choked.

"Janie, I think we'd better have another woman-to-woman talk. Come here and sit down. I have a few things to say."

Honestly perplexed, Janie did as she was told. Concern knitted her attractive young face, and understanding began to dawn. "It's not wrong for me to tell you these things, is it? I mean, since we haven't been keeping any secrets from each other, I thought you'd want to know."

"No, no, that's all right. You're free to tell me anything, any time. It's… it, it's not that part that bothers me."

She hesitated, not quite certain how to go on. And vaguely, a ripple of guilt began to swell within her. She was the one who'd spent the night with Don Jackson, heedless of her impressionable teenaged daughter. What rights did she have as a mother now? How could she explain the difference between right and wrong to Janie, when she wasn't quite sure of them herself these days?

On the other hand, if she didn't, who would? Al Burke, no doubt!

"Darling," she said at last, considering her words carefully. "Darling, you can't just go dropping your pants for every man who wants you. My God, a precious young woman like you would never get them up again! I'm sure Mr. Burke is… well, a nice man in his way. But no man can help taking advantage of what you've got. Especially if you're offering it to him! You have to be a bit more elective, and find a nice young man who's really right for you. Do you understand what I mean?"