Ray Mills: Spread wide babysitter

"God, suck me!" Jondra panted. "Oh yes! I love it!"

Bryce stuffed her firm warm tits into his mouth, first one, then the other. He sucked her nipples sharply.

"Ohhnnnnnn!" Jondra moaned.

With one hand she guided his cock into her tight young pussy. She lowered herself onto his prick slowly, gagging softly with pleasure as his cock rode up into her. Rising and sinking on her knees, she fucked herself up and down on Bryce's stiff prick. She threw her head back and sighed with hot delight, pushing her full round tits into his face.

"God, I wanted you to fuck me from the very first moment I saw you," she moaned.

Fucking had never been like this with any of her high school boyfriends. With them, the fuck had been all over before she even got started. But Bryce knew what he was doing. His hands on her body seemed to light small fires wherever he touched her. He clutched the round cheeks of her ass and jammed her tingling pussy down on his up-rearing cock, making her reel and gasp with sharp pleasure.

"Ohhnnnnnn!" she moaned, grinding her cunt down on him, feeling the hot arrows of intense sexual pleasure pierce her quivering flesh. "Yes! God, fuck me hard, yessssss!"

"Jondra… Jondra…" Bryce gasped.

He filled his hands again with her tits, mauling her aching nipples with his rough lips. Already Jondra could feel uncontrollable spasms deep in her pussy. God, I'm going to come, she thought. I wish it could go on forever, but I'm going to come.

"Unh! Unh! Unh!" she grunted as he fucked his prick up into her relentlessly.

Hanging on the edge of a violent orgasm, Jondra kissed his panting mouth, gasping deliriously.

"God… yes! Oh, fuck me! God, I'm going to come, Mr. Clark."

"Jondra, baby!"

"Unh! Oh! Aaaauuuunngggg! Oh, holy Jesus, I'm coming! Ohhhhnnnnn!" she groaned as her climax shook her trembling body. The sweet boiling honey poured through her veins.

She could feel his strong body clenching. His fingers bit into the flesh of her ass. His cock seemed to grow even bigger, cramming her tight young pussy as his prickhead began to explode with hot pulsating jets of cum. Jondra nearly swooned with pleasure as she felt his cum shooting into her.

"Oh, God!" she sighed, slumping forward against his body.

His cock still pulsed softly inside her cunt. She didn't want to ever let his prick out. So this is what it's like to fuck a real man, she thought. She kissed him.

"God, I never knew fucking could be so good," she whispered.

He smiled. "It can be a lot better than this."

"I don't believe you," she protested, wiggling her ass, feeling his still-erect prick swirl around inside her pussy. "How come he's still stiff?"

"Because you're such a luscious little piece," Bryce murmured, caressing her naked tits again.

"[Missing text] bet I do!"

"I'm not too young?"

"Just right."

"Is my pussy tighter than your wife's?"

"Your pussy is the tightest one I've ever felt."

"Mmmmmm," she moaned. "Why don't we go to a motel and do it some more."

Bryce shook his head. "You know I have to get back. We shouldn't have done this."

"But you don't regret it, do you?" Jondra prompted.

She got off his cock, pulling her bra and sweater back down. She stroked his wonderful cock and kissed his prickhead, not caring that his cock had pussyjuice and cum all over it. His prick was just the most phenomenal cock she had ever felt in her life.

"No, I don't regret it," Bryce said.

Jondra snuggled up to him, sitting very close as he started the motor again. She leaned over and kissed his neck and his strong jaw. "We can do it again sometime, can't we?" she murmured softly.

She let her hand drift to his crotch and squeezed the limp shaft of his incredible cock one more time.

"I don't think I could stand it if I never got to feel your prick inside me again," Jondra told him.

Bryce grinned. "I don't think I could either," he said. "But you don't have to call me Mr. Clark next time."

When they reached her house she was reluctant to get out of the car. They kissed long and passionately. She took his hands and put them on her tits, feeling her cunt ooze with fresh pussyjuice as he squeezed the round globes of her tits through her sweater. She had never before realized what a strong sexual appetite she had. She wanted him to fuck her right there on the lawn, fuck her repeatedly, if only it were possible.

"God, I just want you to fuck me and fuck me, again and again," she sighed into his ear. "When can we do it again?"

"I don't know," Bryce said. "We have to be careful, you know?"

"I know," Jondra pouted. Already she was jealous of Mrs. Clark. The lucky bitch! She got to have him fuck her all the time.

"But I'll think of something," he said. "Right now you'd better get inside before your parents get suspicious. And I'd better get back home for the same reason."

Jondra couldn't let him go. She kissed him again with searching hot passion. She rubbed her young voluptuous body against him.

"Think of me," she whispered hotly into his ear.

"How could I forget you?" Bryce whispered.

Jondra opened the door and hopped out of the car. She leaned her head back inside for just a second. "I want you to think of me when you're fucking your wife," she said, with an evil, devilish glint in her eye.

Then she slammed the door and walked with an exaggerated hip-swing up to her house, feeling his eyes on her body every second. When he finally drove off she was upset to find that the burning desire for him between her legs was sharp and demanding and wouldn't go away.

Bryce Clark had expected to find Anne asleep by the time he got back, but she was waiting up for him. She sat in the living room holding a glass of brandy and smoking a cigarette. She wore a nightgown of rose silk that clung to the curves of her stipple body, plunging low between her full round tits.

"It sure took you long enough," she said matter of factly as he came through the door.

"There was an accident down by the highway intersection," Bryce quickly lied. "They had the road blocked off and we had to detour around it."

Anne raised one eyebrow. "Oh. I thought maybe you and little Miss Muffett might have stopped somewhere to watch her garden grow," she said sarcastically.

"What a thought." Bryce grinned at her. "You know teenagers aren't my style."

"Oh, I don't know that at all," Anne said with a pouty grin.

She shifted her body on the sofa so that her nightgown slid across her smooth tanned skin, showing the warm inner flesh of her thighs. Her large nipples moved under the silk. Bryce could feel his cock beginning to stir again? It didn't seem to matter that he had just unloaded about a quart of cum into Jondra's fantastic, tight, little cunt. He had momentarily forgotten how beautiful and sexy his own wife was. Her shiny raven-black hair was spread across her shoulders. The pouty oval of her mouth reminded him of past pleasures, excruciating delights.

He went over to the sofa and leaned down to kiss her. Anne's tongue snaked between his teeth. Her hand reached forward and grabbed his half-erect cock and balls through his pants. She squeezed him.

"Mmmmmmmm, are you sure you didn't diddle that cutie?" she murmured.

"On my honor," Bryce panted as he felt his prick grow in her hand.

"I saw the way you looked at her when she was asleep."

"Men will be men."

"She hasn't had two kids like I have. She's probably got a tight pussy."

Indeed she has, Bryce thought, trying not to let her see him smile. He reached his hand inside her gown and grasped her warm tits to distract her. His fingers rolled her thick coral nipples, feeling them tighten and respond.

"It couldn't be the paradise your cunt is," he said to his wife.