Ray Mills - Spread wide babysitter

"Please call me Anne," Mrs. Clark said. "Ummmmm, that feels go good."

"Can we fuck again?" Jondra asked with mock innocence.

Bryce Clark gave her a glass of wine. He smiled and caressed her cheek as he leaned over her. "We thought a little all-night party would be fun," he said. "What do you think, Jondra?"

It was just what she wanted and expected to hear, and she couldn't keep from smiling. She reached out and patted his currently limp prick, thinking of the fresh pleasures his cock would be giving her.

"God, I think it's just exactly what I want most in the world," Jondra said, her body beginning to heat up quickly again as Anne's lips found the warm inner skin of her thighs and began to crawl upward.

Whenever she was alone, Jondra marveled over all the incredible pleasure she had received in the past month since she had gone into the babysitting business. Just the memory of having all those people fuck her was enough to turn her on all over again. She would sit in a chair in te livingroom, thinking about Bill Andrews, or Anne Clark, or even the brutal Joey, and all of a sudden she would realize that her cunt was wet and her tits warm and achy.

Some part of her wanted to rush out and fuck them all over again. All of them. She had never realized there was this much physical pleasure to have in the world.

On the other hand, it was nice to be alone once in a while too, without other sex-crazed people pawing and slobbering over her body, no matter how much fun that was. And so one weekend when her parents were going to be out of town, she declined all babysitting jobs and just stayed home by herself. When evening came, she poured herself a glass of wine and drew a hot bath.

While the water crashed into the tub she stood before the mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She turned frontways, sideways, backways, admiring the full perky curve of her taut ass, the tapering of her narrow waist, and her firm, round tits, just the right size, the long pink nipples swollen and pointing. It was no wonder that so many people wanted her body.

Grinning with self-satisfaction, she ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her tawny thighs. She dug her fingers into her ripe flesh, feeling a tiny wince of pleasure as the nerves of her legs responded. They all want to fuck me, she thought, letting a rich giggle emerge from deep in her throat.

Jondra pissed her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. She grabbed her mother's hand mirror off the shelf and slipped it between her spread thighs. On one side the mirror gave back a normal reflection, but the other side, the side she used, magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the huge furryfringed gash of her own pink cunt.

God, I'm glad it's not this big in real life! She giggled to herself. Not with everybody liking my tight little pussy so much. The folds of her cunt slit were dewy and moist, but only half-blossomed, revealing only tantalizing hints of the glistening pink inner pussy. The small bud of her cunt was still half-hidden beneath its hood. Oh, I wish there was someone here to lick me! She thought.

She inserted one forefinger slowly between the slips of her cunt. Her pussy looked absolutely gigantic in the mirror. Slowly she parted her cuntlips, sliding her finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive pussy channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated her finger, and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.

"Ohhhnnnn!" she gasped sharply.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be fingerfucking herself and watching at the same time. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two fingers fully into her pussy.

But her other hand shook so badly and her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand mirror in place. Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor and squatted over it, digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, shivering uncontrollably. She caught a glimpse of her own glazed eyes in the door mirror, and was surprised to see her long nipples tight and erect.

Oh, God, I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it!

"Ahhhnnn… anngghh…" she heard herself moan.

Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. Oh, fuck me. Fuck and fuck me! she moaned to herself. Her mind reeled happily, urgently with the decision she had made to bring herself off, to make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all. If she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open. At first she didn't notice the water on the floor.

But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. It shocked her out of the giddy sexual delights that poured through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. Jondra gasped, turned her head, and saw water spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.

"Oh, shit! Oh, God damn it!" she shouted, bearing her voice echo against the tile walls over the loud woosh of the spilling water.

Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with angry tears at her own foolishness, Jondra snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub, then sopped up more water, so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier.

"God damn it!" she shrieked.

She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door, finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe, slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breathing and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.

"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric there when she opened it.

Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. But the look on his face told Jondra that he felt even more down than she did at the moment.

"Only me," he said glumly. "Can I come in?"

"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.

But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into the livingroom, nervous, jumpy. "Where are mom and dad?"

"They went to Vegas for the weekend." His eyes was something Jondra had never seen before. "I think dad keeps a bottle of Scotch in the kitchen," she said. "I'm sure there's some wine."

Jondra pulled off her shower cap and shook her thick mane of blonde hair back over her shoulders, knowing now it would be a while until she got to her bath.

"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said. "What's the matter, Eric?" With him following her, she went into the kitchen and found their father's bottle of Scotch in the cupboard. She poured him a glass, which he grabbed and gulped thirstily.

"Carol," he growled. Carol was Eric's wife. "She's been fucking around with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."

"Oh, no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Jondra reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. Jondra refilled it.

"You shouldn't drink all of dad's liquor," she said.

"Aw, I'll get him another bottle tomorrow." Eric shrugged. "Aren't you going to have one with me, little sister? You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.