Ted Leonard - Hot wild babysitter

Jack Turner buried his face in his daughter's pussy and groaned like a wounded animal as his whole body jerked and whipped about. His solid cock jolted like a crazed thing as Pam took his prick into her mouth and deliberately sucked the cum out of his balls. Again and again his prick jumped in her pumping fist; again and again a huge, thick spurt of jismshot into her sucking young mouth. Then Pam whacked his prick with a vengeance and sucked him off viciously. She wanted his cum to rip through his cock-pipe and hurt. She got her way. Jack thought his very guts were going to follow his fuck-juice.

"Jesus Christ!" he gasped. And his willful daughter pumped his prick faster and sucked him harder.

Long after her father slinked from the room with his spent dick dangling between his shaky legs. Pam stayed awake, rubbing her tits and massaging her pussy. She was confused. At her tender age, she had some serious questions. Why did sucking a big stiff prick feel so good? How could her own father's cock make her want to suck and fuck? Would she ever be free from her horny desires? Or did all women feel this way? How was a girl to remain chaste when sex felt so darned good?

Her confusion turned to anger and resentment. Why should her father be able to rape her any time he felt like it? Why should she be a slave to his wicked dick? If only she were braver, she could leave home. She was a rather young girl to have such anger burning in her breast. And a very young girl to be harboring evil thoughts about cocks. She felt like destroying some.

Pam's opportunity to tease lots of cocks came the following Saturday when her mother wanted to go swimming. Mona nagged Jack for an hour until he finally gave in and agreed to take her and Pam to the beach. Pam wore her new swimsuit, a one-piece thing that cuddled her ass-cheeks and tits. She posed in front of her bedroom mirror and admired herself for a moment. She liked what the swimsuit did for her curvy young figure, but she still wished she could own a bikini. Her mother was shocked the way Pam had asked for one. Now Pam couldn't wait until she was older and away from home. She planned to buy herself the skimpiest, sexiest bikini she could find.

The first cock she teased was her father's.

The minute she saw his gaze on her body, she knew he ached to fuck her. Especially after last night and all that pussy-sucking and cocksucking. As they made their way to the car, Pam gave a slight, saucy twitch to her cute ass, just to aggravate her dad's already-swollen hard-on. Serves him right for lusting after me, she thought as she climbed into the car.

She sat in the back seat and had to tolerate her father's lewd glances in the rearview mirror as he drove. He kept chatting with Mona, but Pam could see by his eyes that he was thinking naughty things about her. When she could take no more of his lewd glances, she stuck her tongue out at him and looked away, her way of saying, "fuck you!" But Jack Turner didn't interpret her action that way. To see her cute pink tongue slither between her sexy lips only made his hard-on pulse like a living heart. He couldn't wait to kiss his little girl goodnight.

He feasted his eyes on Pam's luscious young body as she pranced around the sand on the beach. Pam could feel his gaze on her tits and ass and cunt. He was so lewd it felt to Pam that he could see right into the crotch of her bathing suit. He made her very self-conscious about her beauty and her only consolation was the knowledge that the mere sight of her tortured his aching prick. It satisfied her to know that her curvy body was driving him crazy with lust. It was the only way she could hurt him.

Boys were another matter. She had secret ways to hurt them. She went in search of some when Mona coaxed her sunbathing hubby into the water. She paced the beach feeling carefree and lovely, aware of a lot of male eyes turning as she wiggled along. She heard some cat-calls and a few admiring whistles as she passed a group of young men. She glanced over her shoulder at them and gave them a scornful look. "Stuck up!" one laughed. "Frigid!" another chuckled.

Pam walked on, ignoring them and secretly despising them. There were five of them. She just knew what they would have liked to do to her. Like her father, they'd like to arouse her, feel her up, tease her, drive her out of her mind. Then all five of them would want to fuck her, fuck their monstrous pricks into her defenseless cunt. Not me, she thought hatefully, you're not gonna use me! She continued her private search for just the right prey.

She found what she was looking for at the end of the beach near some huge boulders. Young boys. Kids. Youths. Some were tossing a football back and forth. A few were bathing in the sun and Pam glanced at their chunky young crotches. Their trunks looked full of nuts, tight trunks on slim young bodies. One boy's trunks were still soaked from the water and Pam could make out the outline of his balls and slick prick. She licked her lips and kept walking.

She made her way through a narrow sandy path between some boulders. A sound overhead made her look up and there stood two boys, laughing, peering down into the top of her swimsuit at the tops of her round, firm tits. Pam gave them a nice smile. They whooped and hollered like foolish little kids, but Pam was tickled. Behind their foolishness was real excitement for her and she knew it. That was what made her glance up again and smile sweetly for them, sort of letting them know that she liked their interest in her tits.

The boys leapt along the boulders, watching Pam as she moved below them. Then they disappeared out of her sight and Pam's heart sunk. Did the little cunt-teasers run off now to play somewhere else? Sometimes boys acted brave and sexy from a distance, but wouldn't dare approach a teenager like Pam. Were they gone now, tittering with one another about that pretty girl's neat tits?

But no, there they were, right in her path, blocking her. Pam was startled at first. She gasped, seeing them drop down onto their feet in front of her. She lifted a hand to her tits as if they'd taken her breath away. The boys glanced at her hand and tits.

"You scared me," Pam said with a slow smile. She glanced at their crotches. They had nice crotches in their swim trunks.

"Didn't mean to," the blond boy said. He had nice blue eyes and a sexy mouth.

"Where ya goin'?" the other asked. He was the younger one. Pam liked the way he looked at her so hard.

"Just for a walk," she replied, letting them get an eyeful of her curves. "Why?"

"Just wonderin'," he said.

Both boys stared at her now, their eyes undressing her, and Pam giggled.

"Are you going to let me by or are you just gonna stand there looking at me?"

"What's your hurry?" the blond boy asked. "Yeah," the other added, "why don't we get to know each other better?"

Pam giggled again and cooed, "Aren't you boys a little young to be flirting with me?"

"Who you calling young?" the blond retorted, a little angrily.

Pam laughed then, tossing her head prettily. She liked his gumption. "What's your name, big boy?" she teased.

"Roger."

"And yours?" she asked the other boy.

"Don," he replied. His gaze kept dropping to Pam's crotch.

"Well, Roger and Don," she cooed seductively, "do you think you can handle a girl like me? Or are you all eyes and talk?"

The boys looked at each other in disbelief for a moment, then Don muttered, "You mean that?"

Pam didn't have to answer. The blond boy named Roger murmured, "She means it, all right. Now I wonder why."

"What do you mean, why?" his buddy blurted. "If she's gonna let us, heck, let's go!"

Pam stood smiling, her big blue eyes misty with lewd plans. She eyed the boys standing before her and knew she wanted to torture both of them at the same time. She felt a stirring in the pit of her tummy, the same feeling she got when her father cunt-teased her out of her mind. She wanted these boys to suffer the same stirring – and she knew how to make them suffer.