Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

Totally caught up, they began to fuck wildly. Their bodies heaved and meshed together, flat stomachs rippling in unison and downy crotch mounds entangling into a carpet of brown and gold fur as his cock soared up her sucking pussy, plummeting them both to climax.

Mona watched it all, her expression aglow. For right or wrong, she'd brought them together. Now only time would tell.

As if that thought came right on cue, Chuck spumed.

"Uhhhh!" he cried.

At the same time, Janie's blue eyes flew wide, and her head lolled. "Aaannnggghhh!"

Blast after blast of completion tore through them. His jism ripped up into her beautiful clenching little cunt, draining dry, while she exploded again and again in orgasm.

"Oh, Janieeeee!"

"More, more!"

They were still twitching and grinding together as Mona quietly gathered up her dress, then slipped into it.

When she paused at the door to look back, they were clinging in a happy embrace. Their faces were lit, lips and tongues flitting to each other as if they'd known each other all their lives.

Satisfied, she turned and went to look for Don.

Don Jackson shut the lawn mower off and breathed a loud sigh of relief as he mopped the sweat from his face. He squinted from his front yard in the morning sunlight, looking across the street at Mona's house. Standing there sweating and dirty from mowing, he found himself smiling. Was she up yet this morning? Not that it mattered. After last night, she had a perfect right to sleep late. Christ, she'd practically worn his balls off, fucking like crazy!

His gaze fell on the skimpily-clad teenaged girl who lay stretched out on a fluffy beach towel, and all thoughts of last night were thrust away with a twinge of guilt.

Janie Sanders lay sunning herself and reading a magazine, just as she had been all morning. Don had caught her watching him several times as he mowed the lawn, and a dull suspicion had crept into him. Did she somehow know what was going on between he and her mom? Hell, how could she not know? The way they'd been running back and forth across the street these past few days, what else could she think?

The realization made, him wince. On the other hand, Janie had to find out sometime. And maybe it would work out best all around if she already knew, after the things he and Mona had talked about last night.

On impulse, Don took a deep breath and headed across the street, not taking time to think.

The teenager's head popped up as if she had been watching him all along from the corners of her eyes. "Hi, Mr. Jackson!"

"Morning, Janie." He crossed the yard, then stood over her, not quite able to keep his eyes from drifting along the smooth curves of her slender, tanned body. "I haven't seen much of you around lately. How's summer vacation treating you?"

"Great." She wiggled a bit, displaying the fact that her flimsy bikini covered very little. The enticing jiggle of her dangling young tits made him sweat harder, and the full round upthrust of her ass reminded him a great deal of Mona.

His cock gave a nudge in his shorts, and he jerked self-consciously as the teenaged girl went on.

"It's the greatest vacation I've ever had, and it's hardly got started! With practically the whole summer ahead, I'm going to have more fun than ever! Are you all right, Mr. Jackson? You look kind of strange."

"Uh…" He coughed, tearing his gaze from her body, and rushed on. "Just the heat, I guess. Is your mother up yet? I kept her out pretty late last night… I mean, we had a lot to talk about."

A mysterious little smile darted across her lips, and he had the unpleasant feeling that his words weren't fooling her at all. She shrugged.

"I don't know. But you can go in and see, if you want. Mom wouldn't mind that, I guess. Since you're dating and all."

"Uh, yeah." He was growing more uncomfortable by the moment under her steady gaze. "Well, I think I'll do that, if you don't mind. And, if I were you, I wouldn't stay out too long in that outfit. You're going to get yourself burned in places you wouldn't believe!"

He tried to joke his way out from under those wide blue eyes, but his grin came off weak as she spilled even more knowingly. "I won't, Mr. Jackson. See you!"

Don turned and fled.

Once in the house, he chuckled safely at his own embarrassment and paused to take a few deep breaths, then headed up the stairs toward Mona's bedroom.

"Honey?" he rapped lightly on the closed door, then peeked his head in. "You up?"

As he'd suspected, Mona was asleep. She lay in a tangle of sheets, one leg stuck out bare, an arm thrown across her tits and long brown hair flowing across the pillow.

He crept in and stood over her, staring down.

Christ, she was gorgeous! Don felt an ache swell in his stomach, a pleasant hunger not quite like anything he'd ever felt before. Oh, Christ, was this love?

He almost turned away, hating to wake her. But he hated to leave even more.

Instead, he unthinkingly reached down. Gripping the sheet that lay crumpled over her, he gently eased it back.

He sucked in a delighted breath when he saw that she was nude. But then, Mona had a natural beauty that never failed to take his breath away. Her bounteous tits jutted upward, their pale creaminess topped with fat nipples that were just ripe for eating.

But even more enticing than that was her dark furred pussy, glistening in the morning sunlight between her slightly spread thighs with a temptation he just couldn't resist.

Kneeling before her at the foot of the bed, Don pressed his face into that soft luxuriant carpet of fur. His tongue flicked out.

"Uhmmm…" She gave a small moan as he stroked her parted cuntlips, feeling them moisten quickly in response. A burst of cream oozed warmly over his tongue, and he lapped it up. Then, eager for more, he eased between the butterfly spread of her flared cuntlips and dipped deep inside her.

"Ahhh," she sighed.

Mona's body twitched. Her legs drifted farther apart, giving him free access. Don tongued her juicy cunt as if he'd never tasted its sweetness before. Plowing up into the depths of her, he swallowed the nectar of her cunt. His tongue wiggled with wild darting jabs inside her pussy, trying to taste every inner recess.

It didn't take much of that to have her panting softly and arching on the bed, her pussy mound hunching up in spasms.

Mona's eyes fluttered open, and she groaned. She reached hazily down to clutch at his head and humped ecstatically.

Don pulled abruptly back, meeting her slightly unfocused gaze with a grin.

"Good morning, sleepyhead. Now you know just what it feels like to have a wet dream… like the kind you've been giving me!"

"Oh… ohhh, you bastard!" She laughed huskily and opened her legs even wider. "Now that you've got me started, come here and finish the job, damn you!"

But he stood up and shook his head, enjoying her gasp of frustration. "Uh uh. Let me shower off first, get some of my front yard off me. Then I'll give you a going-over that'll make you think you're finished all right, once and for all!"

"Promises, promises!" She made a face, still squirming with horny arousal as he headed for the bathroom. "You'd better just keep this one, buster!"

Her voice sounded woeful behind him, and Don chuckled lightly as he crossed the hall. He turned the shower on full-blast, then shucked his clothes and stepped in.

The cool spray rushing over him felt wonderful. In fact, the whole world was wonderful. As he showered the sweat and grass off his body, Don was humming happily. His cock lolled with half-stiffened anticipation as if fully aware that it was going to be snugly sheathed in Mona Sanders' hot cunt just minutes from now.

For the first time in his life, Don was truly a happy man. He'd finally met his match in Mona, and they both knew it. Just as they knew she'd met hers, as well. The things they'd talked about last night, the plans and hopes and dreams that lovers murmur lying in bed together, should have seemed a little silly and embarrassing in the gray light of morning. But they didn't.