Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

"Yesssss!" the girl, squealed as jet after jet of cum flooded her young cunthole. Al Burke pumped his load of jizz to her with long, fast cock strokes, gasping his satisfaction.

"Yeah, take it, take you sweet little bitch… ahhhhhh."

Janie undulated under him until every tremor of their mutual orgasm had been soaked up.

Then, filled with cockcream and moaning ecstatically, she collapsed on the couch in a dizzy, cum-bloated heap.

"Oh, shit," he moaned.

Al sank atop her, drained and satisfied, he chuckled as the babysitter's tight pussy squeezed in a natural sucking vise on his emptied prick, collecting every last drop.

"How'd that feel?"

"Ohhhhh…" Janie couldn't help but smile, dazed. It was the first fuck she'd ever bad, and it was wonderful!

At last, Al pulled away. His softened cock slurped from her snug youthful cunt, and he rose to pull up his pants. "Better get dressed now, Janie. We don't want my wife walking in on us at this late date! Besides, we'll have lots of chances to relax like this, now that you're out of school for the summer. I mean, I can always use a good babysitter."

He was grinning as Janie slowly sank back to reality and reached for her rumpled clothes.

Wobbling slightly at the feel of Mr. Burke's hot jism leaking down between her thighs, Janie rose. She slipped into her panties, bra and blouse, then smoothed the wrinkles out of her skirt.

Then, abruptly, she turned to face him with a small, fleeting smile. "Is that a promise, Mr. Burke? I mean, we can do that again sometime?"

"You bet we can." Not quite able to believe the hopeful tone of this luscious, ripe teenaged girl, he grinned wider than ever. "The very next chance we get, I promise. You can think of it as a sort of fringe benefit, okay?"

Janie smiled and nodded. She walked to the front door but, at the last minute, turned back.

It was late by the time Janie got home, and she expected to find her mother already asleep. But, oddly, all the lights were on, and a quick check proved that she wasn't in the house at all.

That didn't bother Janie, because she knew how her mom sometimes got restless late at night. Widowed for the past eight years, Mona Sanders occasionally got up before dawn and went for long walks around the neighborhood, or watched television for hours on end. Janie knew her mom got lonely every now and then, so she didn't mind those periods of insomnia.

And at the moment she was actually relieved. Glad for the chance to steal a few minutes alone, she hastily scampered upstairs to shower, washing all traces of Mr. Burke's cum from her slightly-sore cunt.

Refreshed and clean, still tingling from that experience, she slipped into a skimpy nightie, then headed downstairs to grab a quick snack.

Janie was starved. She downed a ham sandwich with a glass of cold milk, and that helped a little. Her freshly-fucked pussy continued to itch at the vivid memory of Mr. Burke's hard, stabbing prick and she couldn't seem to think about anything else. For the first time in her life, she was really beginning to understand her mother's restlessness.

At last, tired and with another babysitting session scheduled for the next morning, she started back up to her room.

It was as she climbed the stairs for bed that the front door burst open and two laughing voices filled the house, freezing her on the steps. One of the voices was her mother's, but the other belonged to a man.

"Don, you're just awful! If I went around telling jokes like that, I'd be run out of town!"

Startled and curious, Janie knelt on the stairs. From where she stooped, she could see clearly into the living room. Her mom appeared, laughing and stumbling slightly, on the steadying arm of a bulky, muscular man.

It was obvious that they'd had a few drinks, and that surprised her even more. Her mother rarely drank but, at the moment, she looked as if she were practically swimming in alcohol. She was holding onto the man's waist for support as they headed toward the couch. Her light cotton dress was carelessly askew, and her long, glossy brown hair tangled in loose curls about her shoulders after being exposed to this cool summer breeze. Normally a neat, immaculate woman, Mona never allowed herself to look the way she did now.

At last, they reached the couch. Mona flopped down onto her back, holding her stomach with one hand and wiping tears of laughter away with the other as the bulky man slumped at her feet with a heavy sigh.

To her amazement, Janie recognized Mr. Jackson from across the street, a nice quiet bachelor who was always friendly and polite whenever he saw her. He'd been drinking as well, and his broad, attractive face was flushed as he gazed down at Mona, who lay gasping for breath.

"Honestly, I've never laughed so hard in my life! If I hadn't run into you tonight, I never would've suspected what a dirty old man you really are, Don!"

Don Jackson grinned, his twinkling eyes taking in the way Mona's dress rode well her parted thighs to give him an unobstructed view of her shapely legs.

"Now you can't blame me for that, can you? After all, if you hadn't suggested these martinis I wouldn't have ended up telling jokes like that!" His pin widened. "And I wouldn't have discovered that you wear colored panties, either. And blue, yes – my favorite color!"

"Why, Don!" Pretending a gasp of shock, Mona didn't try to pull her dress down. Instead, her expression turned impish and sly. "You're just saying that because I happen to be wearing blue and, besides, any man who'd get a woman drunk, then peek up her dress is probably interested in other things besides pantie colors, anyway!"

They both broke into fresh drunken laughter at that, not the slightest embarrassed.

Neither of them knew that Janie was watching. Apparently it hadn't occurred to Mona that her daughter might be awake at this time of night, or else she'd lost track of time altogether. After another horny sleepless night, she had taken a long walk to cool off. Then Mona had met Don, who'd been sitting on his front porch swing enjoying the evening. It had happened so unexpectedly, their first neighborly hellos and polite chatting, then her mention of wishing she had a martini. One thing had led to another, and now she lay sprawled on the living room couch with her tipsy neighbor peering up her dress. It didn't even occur to her to wonder what Janie was up to.

"Are you absolutely sure this is your favorite color?" she went on teasingly, feeling her cunt melt with dewy heat under his gaze. "You're not just saying that in the hopes of getting a better look, are you?"

Don laughed, not taking his gaze from the veiled valley of her open thighs where that tantalizing glimpse of silky blue hovered. "Would I lie about such a thing like that? Of course, it might help if I got to see exactly what shade of blue you have on. That could make quite a difference, if you really want to know the truth."

He leered, obviously expecting her to laugh off his playful dare.

But Mona wasn't in the mood for laughing anymore. Her pussy was juicing in floods, making her glow with horny arousal. It was one of the nicest evenings she'd had in a long time, and her inhibitions had been softened by three martinis. Instead of laughing, she reached down.

"Oh, I want the truth, all right. And I guess the only way to get it is like this."

With only that brief warning to prepare him, she grasped the rumpled hem of her dress, pulling it up.

Don's jaw dropped, his chuckle choking off as she jerked the dress up to a bunched heap about her waist.

"Is this the right shade, Don?"

"Uhhh…"

His voice came out rough, and his blue eyes wide, staring down at Mona's exposed panties.

They were the bikini type – small, petite and sheer.