Kevin Sellers - Horny eager babysitter

"Ahhhh, that's it, honey," Al Burke moaned, leaning back on the couch and sighing happily. "Rub it nice and slow like that. Yeah."

"I… I don't think we should be doing this, Mr. Burke." Janie Sanders' voice was a shy tremor as she stroked his bulging crotch delicately. Her fingers groped along the stiffness there, exploring with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity. She squirmed uncomfortably, listening for the sound of Mrs. Burke's car pulling into the driveway and vaguely aware of the moistening sensation in the crotch of her panties. "I mean, your wife could come home any minute, and I'm supposed to be watching Tommy."

"What's there to watch?" Al countered with a throaty chuckle, fully aware of the girl's willingness, and determined to overcome her fears. "Tom's asleep, and there's no way Marsha's going to sneak up on us while she's driving that old clunker of mine. Besides, her bridge parties always drag past midnight. We've got a whole hour to ourselves, so let's just relax and enjoy it. Here, maybe this'll help."

He slid an arm around her shoulders, drawing her to him.

Janie didn't resist. Actually, she knew he had a point. There was no danger of getting caught, with little Tommy Burke asleep, in his room and. Mrs. Burke gone. But she couldn't help feeling a small twinge of fright. She'd never seen a man's cock all hard and throbbing before, let alone held one in her hand. His prick pulsed rhythmically, shooting electric jolts right to the growing itch in her cunt.

Al gave a deep groan, thoroughly enjoying the teenager's massaging hand. "Oh yeah, that's nice. You know, you're the best babysitter Marsha's ever hired. Looking out for Tommy the way you've been doing the past couple of months, taking care of the place while I'm at business meetings and Marsha's off with her clubs and organizations. Yeah, you're quite a find, all right. Now rub a little faster."

As he spoke, the big, meaty hand draped over Janie's shoulders slipped sound and fell casually across one of her large blouse-covered tits.

She gasped, instinctively clenching her fist on his crotch as a thrill of new excitement rushed through her. "Mr. Burke, please. I shouldn't. It isn't right. I ought to be getting home, and just because you said it would feel good, that doesn't mean I want to… oooh!"

Her voice broke breathlessly as he began to squeeze and knead her oversized tit, making her nipple expand and stiffen in response.

Even under the layers of fabric, Al could feel that promising pebbly stiffness. His hand squeezed more confidently. "And what's wrong with feeling good, babe? After all, you've been doing such a tine job for me that the least I can do is repay the favor. There's nothing wrong in that, is there?"

Using his most soothing tone, he stole his free hand up to the front of her overfilled blouse. His fingers plucked expertly at its buttons and, one by one, they popped free.

Janie was really trembling now, her body turmoil of conflicting emotions. Still a virgin, she'd never done anything remotely like this before. But then, Mr. Burke had never arrived home so early before, either. His weekly meeting had been cut short. She'd dropped the book she was reading, practically jumping off the couch in surprise as the front door opened and he walked in unexpectedly. "Don't bother getting up," he'd said, grinning. "It's just me."

"Oh! Oh, hi, Mr. Burke," she'd stammered. "I didn't mean to jump, but I wasn't expecting you so soon."

"Got out early," he'd explained briefly, discarding his jacket and tie, then plopping down beside her with a drink in his hand and a heavy sigh. "Ahhhhh, it's great to be borne. Christ, what a day!"

Shy and a bit embarrassed at sitting alone with him, she'd started to leave. "Well, I guess you don't need me anymore tonight."

"No, wait." He reached out and abruptly caught her hand, pulling her back down on the couch with an enticing grin. "This is a good chance for us to talk and get to know each other, Janie. Besides, I don't like to relax alone. And maybe since we're here together, you can help me relax. Okay?"

Uncertain, but drawn by his handsome features and fetching smile, she nodded and sat back down. "How can I help you relax, Mr. Burke?"

"Like this?"

Still grinning, Al had pulled her hand over to his crotch.

It had happened that suddenly, without warning. Janie felt that mysterious twitching hardness rise up against her palm, and she knew instinctively what it meant: Mr. Burke had a tremendous hard-on!

She'd never felt a cock before in her life.

All she knew about pricks was what she'd seen in magazine pictures and heard from other girls. She'd certainly never expected to find actually holding one.

And that was how it began. Scared by his sudden action, but unable to overcome he curiosity, Janie automatically began to massage that massive swelling bulge. Strange, juicy excitement poured from her unfucked cunt, and she kept massaging even as her bionic foil open and Mr. Burke's eyes widened appreciatively.

"Jesus!" he murmured, pushing the loose flaps apart to expose her overflowing white bra-cups. "You've got a gorgeous pair of tits, you know that? Just the kind I like best – big, creamy and soft. Oh yeah, real soft."

One of his large hands covered a bulging cup, and Janie gasped when he started to rhythmically squeeze. She managed a weak smile and tingled with a mischievous heat like nothing she'd experienced before. "You shouldn't be doing that, Mr. Burke. It… it isn't nice, and it's making me feel so strange."

Al laughed, his voice a bit harsh as he kneaded her big tit and watched her pale mound quiver and strain against its cotton cage. "That's just what it's supposed to do, honey. But it won't seem so strange, once you've done it a few times. What we need is to get more comfortable. And he'll start by getting you out of this thing."

To prove her point, she gave his cock a hard squeeze.

"Ahhhh!" Al let out a chuckling groan, once more massaging her bra-confined tits and admiring the way her twin swells overflowed the garment, threatening to burst out. "Keep doing that, Janie. Just keep doing that, and we'll both be real comfortable before you know it. And just to show you what I mean, I'll make things even easier."

Al reached down, and he unfastened his slacks. The zipper made a slithering sound under Janie's hand and in one motion, he arched slightly and tore the pants down to his knees.

It was the first real-live cock she'd ever seen. It burst free, swinging up huge and bloated and veined to a full eight-inch length from its thick nest of black curls and spongy sack of enormous balls. His knobbed prickhead was all red and inflamed, and the little pisshole winked slickly open, oozing a droplet of clear pre-cum.

The sight took her breath away. Mr. Burke's cock was a monster!

As if reading her thoughts, he chuckled again. "Ahhhh, that's better. What do you think, baby? Is this enough cock for you?"

Janie's mouth opened, but all that came out was a shocked: "Ohhhh."

Pleased at her reaction, Al took advantage of it. "Go ahead, give it a real feel, for a change. After all, you're the one who made it like that. You might as well get the full benefit."

Her hand was hovering hesitantly over his upright prick, and the invitation was too good to resist. Her fingers dipped briefly over its smooth, fat length in a short, caressing stroke. Almost without thinking, she wrapped her hand into a fist around his thick fuckshaft. It throbbed hotly in her palm, pulsing with an energy that seemed to flow right down to her seething pussy with melting force.

Janie was mesmerized. Her small fist began to move, pumping up and down on his enormous cock slowly at first, then faster. More fluid oozed from its pisshole, and she sucked in a breath.