J Watson - The babysitter_s hot panties

"Oh God," Diane moaned. "Eat me good, baby! Eat me good. Oh shit, I'm going to come! I'm going to fucking come. Oh shit, it feels so good. It feels so fucking good!"

Tara was almost taken by surprise by the amount of juice that Diane suddenly shot into her mouth. Tara started swallowing as quickly as she could, but it wasn't enough. She choked a little and started spitting out the juice. She was finally able to raise her head to take a breath. But she wasn't able to breathe for long. A young boy stepped in front of her quickly. He pushed Diane out of his way and pushed his cock into Tara's face. Tara had almost expected it. She opened her mouth and felt the salty tasting cock easing down her throat. The fat cock went into her mouth all the way to his balls.

"Oh shit yeah," the boy moaned. "There's nothing I like better than fucking a face! Oh shit, it feels good!"

He held onto her head tightly and he began moving his cock in and out of her mouth. She didn't have to do anything. He did all the work as he mouth-fucked her. She could feel that stir of excitement building in her again. She knew it was stupid but there was just something about sucking a cock that she couldn't help but love. She closed her eyes and simply gave into the pure enjoyment of it.

The cock in her pussy was ramming in and out quickly. She still couldn't turn her head to see who it was that fucked her. It no longer mattered. She could feel his cock getting thick and more of his slimy cum spilling into her pussy.

"Oh, Christ," the boy groaned. "Christ, I'm going to come. I'm going to fucking come! Oh shit, it feels good!"

She felt his prick cum shooting into her. He had a lot of it. Again she wished she could turn her head to see who was fucking her, but the other boy wasn't going to let go of her head. He was enjoying himself too much.

"You sweet bitch," he groaned. "You know how to use your tongue. Oh shit, it feels good. Shit, you know how to suck cock!"

The boy behind her was pulling his cock out of her. But that didn't matter. Almost as soon as the boy got his cock out, she felt another bigger, fatter cock ramming into her pussy. She felt other cocks rubbing against her and leaving wet trails of cum. She felt one boy taking strands of her hair and rubbing it all over his cock. She had never dreamed anything like this could ever happen to her.

She looked over at Diane. Diane was on her knees sucking Harry's cock. Harry's big prick was going deep into her mouth. Tara could see little drops of cum clinging to her lips.

"Oh shit," the boy whose cock was in her mouth moaned. "Sweet Jesus, I'm going to shoot it in your mouth! Oh shit, it feels good, so fucking good!"

She was forced to pull her head back as his prick started spurting inside her mouth. She started swallowing and she could feel cum going down her throat and into her belly. She kept swallowing until his cock went soft in her mouth. The boy in her pussy slammed her harder and she could already feel his prick getting thicker. She started ramming her ass back against him and she felt the first hot gush of his cum. He was filling her insides with his cum. She could feel it dripping down the backs of her thighs. She kept moving against him until his prick went soft and fell out of her.

"Oh my God," Tara moaned softly. "Oh my God, this can't be happening to me. It can't."

Hands lifted her up and they were pushing her toward the upstairs bedrooms.

"Don't worry, baby," Harry was saying softly. "We're going to take good care of you tonight. Real good care. We're going to fuck your sweet big ass off!"

They took her into a dark room. There were more boys waiting for her. It seemed like hundreds of them but she knew it couldn't be that many. Downstairs she could hear Diane crying softly.

Harry was pulling Tara onto the bed. He grabbed her tits and started rubbing his cock against them. She felt wet streaks of cum against her titties.

"You ready for more, baby?" Harry asked. "We're going to give you plenty more."

Outside thee was the sudden sound of sirens.

"I don't understand," Rick Bishop said, looking at his wife. "Why are we going to have to leave town?"

"Because we can't live here anymore," Stacy said.

"But why?"

"I don't want to tell you that. I will if you insist, but I don't want, to. Just take my word for it. We have to get away. We have to make a new start."

Rick Bishop didn't know what his wife was talking about. He knew only one thing. He was proud of his standing in this town. He had a good job and a chance for a good future. He had a beautiful wife, a beautiful little girt a beautiful home, and everything else that a man could ask for.

And now his beautiful wife was telling him that he had to give it all up.

"No, damn it." Rick said. "I've lived in this town all my life. So have you, I don't want to leave."

Rick walked around and opened the door for his wife. She looked really good in her tight fitting gown. He enjoyed looking at her. He sometimes wondered how ha got so lucky that ho could have a wife like her.

He started walking her to the front doer.

"It's because of Tara," Stacy said.

"Tara? What about Tara?"

"You're not going to like this. I don't want to talk about it. You're not going to like it."

"Tell me, damn it," Rick said.

Stacy sighed. She had known all along it would come to this! She had only been buying time with her body. She had known that copies of that film would be all over town. She was already aware that people were snickering at Rick behind his back. She loved her husband. She couldn't stand for him to be laughed at.

She started to explain things to him, but she stopped. They both saw the police car pulling up to the curb. A young policeman got out and opened the back. Tara got out. Stacy took a deep breath. Tara looked like she'd been crawling in the garbage. Her blond hair was a mess. Her clothes were ripped. And she had on very few clothes. The policeman had given her a faded blue jacket because the evening was getting chilly. Stacy could see she had very little on underneath it.

"What the hell is going on?" Rick asked. "What are you doing with my daughter?"

"It's a long story, Mr. Bishop," the policeman said, looking a little nervous. "She was inside the old hunting lodge. Some of the kids have been messing around in there. It's not legal. We're not going to press any charges this time, but it's best that she stay out of that place."

Stacy was looking at her daughter. Stacy knew that wasn't the entire story. Probably the policeman knew the truth but he wasn't going to talk about it. Stacy wondered how many times her daughter had been fucked this evening. We'll leave her here with you, the policeman said.

He went back to his car and got in. He said something to the partner who hadn't got out. Stacy heard laughter. She turned to her daughter and she was mad as hell. Stacy hit Tara before she even realized what she was doing.

"Stacy," Rick said.

She'd knocked Tara down, Stacy had never sew her daughter look so beaten and disgraced. Stacy's first thought was that it wasn't completely Tara's fault. Stacy should have watched her closer.

"Come on in this house," Stacy said. "You need a bath."

"What the hell is going on here?" Rick said.

"We'll talk later," she said. "Come upstairs, Tara."

Tara meekly let her mother lead her into the house and up the stairs. She took off the rest of her clothes and slid into the hot bath her mother had prepared for her. She had never bathed in her mother's room before. Now all she could think about was how good it felt to slide down into the water.

She shuddered as she thought about what had happened to her. She had been saved in the nick of time. Sure, a few boys had fucked her but not as many as had planned on it. They had dressed her quickly when the policemen came. They had given the boys a good chewing out, but then they had started talking about the football game and what the chances were of winning this year. There was no talk about her being raped and she hadn't mentioned it.