Ted Leonard - Hot wild babysitter

She sniffled pitifully and screwed her hot cunt round and round on his, plunging, fucking cock. She didn't want to fuck him, but he had discovered how to make her helplessly wanton and hopelessly hot. She couldn't stop fucking his thick, long cock.

Her father chuckled and bit into the soft flesh of one of her aching tits. He thrashed her spiking pink nipple with his horny tongue, making Pam whimper and moan hotly, and he fucked all of his soaked prick into her tight fuck-hole.

His hips pistoned faster and Pam started grunting. Her father's great weight came slamming down on her belly as he fucked his big prick into her creaming cunt. Faster and faster he fucked her until at last he groaned like an animal and his nuts exploded.

Pam always dreaded this moment. She came and came and came each time her father fucked into her, but it was nothing compared to the orgasm she always got when his prick was pumping jism into her pussy. Now his cock reared back and plunged brutally. Huge wads of thick, rich cock-cream torpedoed through his prick-tube and blasted out of his piss-hole. The geyser erupted into her ticklish, straining pussy and huge quivers of orgasmic thrills rippled through her body.

"Ohhhh!" she shrieked as if she were being stabbed repeatedly. In a sense, she was. Her father's rigid fuck-pole stabbed her cunt again and again as his cock pumped huge wads of creamy come into her pussy. Pam shuddered and trembled fitfully on the bed, and her ass churned helplessly into the mattress as her cunt flooded viciously. Then her whole body jerked violently and would have bounced all over the bed if her heavy father had not been on her. She came wetly.

Finished with his daughter for the moment, her father pulled his spent prick out of her cunt, untied her wrists, and went into the living room to watch his favorite TV show.

"I hate you… I hate you…" Pam whimpered, writhing on the bed.

"Sure you do!" her father chuckled as he left her.

But Pam did hate him. She despised him. She hated his guts. And she wanted revenge for being misused and maltreated. But she couldn't fight her huge father, not the man who could make her fuck like a whore. So she had to take her anger out elsewhere. Pam often did.

Pam didn't know it but she was an awful lot like her father. He took his teenaged pussy wherever he could find it; she took her revenge out on anybody she could. Jack Turner used and abused a girl too young to defend herself, so Pam used and abused boys younger than herself. Little did her depraved parent know that he was raising a depraved little girl.

Pam didn't think of herself as depraved. Just angry. And hurt. She lived to get even with her father, to pay him back in like kind for degrading her and humiliating her with her own helpless sexual appetite. Since she was powerless against her father, she vented her hatred on those weaker than herself.

She turned to young boys and got her revenge by torturing the very organ which so often tortured her – a cock. Since she couldn't punish her father's gigantic prick, she punished smaller, weaker pricks.

The day her father raped her once again she suffered not only a buzzing, drenched cunt, but a burning desire to get even. And that very weekend her opportunity came.

It was a Saturday evening, right after dinner, that Pam's mother, answered the telephone. Mona Turner listened a moment, said something polite, and turned to her daughter.

"It's for you," she said.

Pam pranced to the phone and her father watched the delightful twitching of her cute ass. Pam kept her back to him, not wishing to see his lewd gaze on her body. Her father admired her ass and daydreamed about fucking it.

"Hello?" Pam cooed into the phone.

"Pam?" a woman's yoice said. "This is Anita Blame. We're friends of the Fosters. They said you like to babysit and we were wondering if you could watch our kids tonight."

"Well… sure," Pam replied.

"Oh, thank goodness!" the woman exclaimed. "We've asked everywhere! We'll pay you five dollars an hour."

Pam swallowed hard and bit her tongue to keep from gasping. Five dollars! The most anyone paid her was three!

"Can we expect you around seven?" Anita Blame wanted to know. "I know it's short notice, but…"

"No, no, that's fine," Pam interrupted. "I'll be there."

Anita gave her the address and Pam was out the door five minutes later, strangely eager to meet the Blame kids. By seven-fifteen she was alone with young Debbie and Johnny. Pam was most interested in the boy who, she was glad to notice, kept peeking at her body.

As soon as Mr. and Mrs. Blame left for the movies, Pam carried her purse into the bathroom. She took off her dress and removed her teeny-weeny undies. She wadded up the small bra and panties and stuffed them into her purse. Then she pulled her dress back on and returned to the living room. She left her purse on the toilet tank.

She peered at the golden-haired little girl on the sofa watching TV. "Where's your brother?" she asked.

"In his room," Debbie replied without taking her eyes from the TV.

Pam left the child engrossed in the program and made her way through the house in search of the boy. She found his room with no trouble and posed in the open doorway. Johnny Blame was sitting on the floor, gazing at a motorcycle magazine.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked softly.

The boy's head jerked up. His gaze danced over the pretty girl's sexy dress, then quickly fell back to the magazine. "Uhhhh, reading," he murmured.

"I can see that," Pam said. She stepped into his room until the toes of her shoes touched the edge of his magazine. "But why?"

To be polite, Johnny looked up – then wished he hadn't. Pam's dress was awfully short, high on her curvy thighs, almost up to her pussy. He gulped and lowered his head quickly.

"Because," he muttered.

"Because why?" Pam pressed. "It's not good manners to ignore the new babysitter."

"You're not my sitter!" Johnny blurted. "Only Debbie's. I don't need a sitter!"

Pam smiled. "I know, I know," she laughed. "You're a big boy. Well, if you're such a big boy, how come you don't want to get to know me better? Wouldn't you like to know me better?"

There was no mistaking the teasing tone of her sweet voice. Johnny's young prick began to get stiff in his pants. He looked up at her and rasped, "You mean it?"

"Sure I mean it," Pam said.

She smiled wantonly and gave him a sexy glance that made his cock jump. She took another step forward and set her feet to each side of his magazine. Her pretty legs made a wide upside-down V. Johnny looked under her dress.

"Jeez!" he gasped as his gaze roamed over her cute furry cunt. His prick throbbed wildly.

"I saw you peeking at me before," Pam cooed, letting him look. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah!"

"Is that why you came in here? Afraid to look at me?"

"Yeah," Johnny admitted. "Most girls get mad when I look at them."

"I'm not like that," Pam said. "I like to be looked at."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh. Want to look at my pussy?"

"I can see it!" Johnny gasped, blushing.

Pam giggled. "I mean really look at it."

"Jeez… yeah!"

Pam smiled with satisfaction and went to the door. She closed it and leaned against it seductively. Her blue eyes sparkled and scanned his lap.

"Show me your prick," she whispered, "and I'll let you see my cunt."

That dazed the boy. "You wanna see my prick?"

"Yes," she cooed.

"Jeez, you are different!" he gasped. Little did he know just how different Pam Turner was.

He eagerly leaned back on an elbow and quickly opened his pants. Panting hotly, he pulled his stiff young prick out and let his cock throb in mid-air before Pam's flashing eyes.

"Mmmm! You have a nice one," she purred.