Ray Mills: Spread wide babysitter

"God, honey, fuck me!" she whimpered, her pliant body buckling under the ferocious thrusting of his piston-like cock. "It's so good! So good!"

Maybe it's the fact that we're fucking on the floor that makes it so exciting, Bryce thought. Or maybe it's getting two hot fucks in a row without expecting it. At any rate, it was getting to be a wild fuck. Anne's fingernails tore at the flesh of his back. She whimpered and mewled passionately, clinging to him and squealing deep in her chest each time his powerful cock probed the depths of her clasping pussy.

"God, I love it when you fuck me hard!" she gasped. "Ungh! Ungh!"

Suddenly both of them could feel it coming. The hot aching flesh of their fucking bodies rubbed together and sparked a hot fire of lust that raged through them. Bryce skewered her on his prick again and again, lifting her ass off the floor with powerful, punishing thrusts. And Anne howled softly, biting his shoulder, panting wildly, begging him to fuck her even harder.

"Oh, Bryce, oh, God! Ungh! Anngghhiieeee!" she suddenly came, shrieking into his ear as her body flipped and strained against him. "Ohh Anniieee!"

"Umpghh!" Bryce grunted as the hot jets of cum began spurting out of his plunging cock.

He grabbed her ass and held her asscheeks fiercely, pumping jism into her pussy with wild, savage pleasure. Anne moaned and sobbed with hot delight as she felt cum sluice her pulsating cunt.

"Oh, God, yes! Oh, God, yes!" she panted over and over.

Bryce lay exhausted on top of her. Anne wrapped her body all around him and would not let him go. He could hardly believe a man could be so lucky. First Jondra, then this. He had had plenty of good fucks with Anne, but this one just about won the prize. And the news that he might even be able to persuade her into a three-way bout with the babysitter just added to his pleasure, though in the back of his mind he had to wonder how the babysitter would feel about an arrangement like that. But that was something he could, work on.

Jondra couldn't get Mr. Clark out of her mind. She had been unable to sleep the night he had fucked her in the shopping center parking lot. She had gone to bed naked and lay there thinking of him for hours, her body hot and feverish with renewed desire.

God, it was so good! she thought. He was so strong and masterful about fucking. The way he squeezed my ass like that, and really ripped it up into me! Just the thought of her fuck gave her the shivers. She could almost feel again the huge stalk of his thick cock fucking up and down in her wet pussy.

"I shouldn't be thinking about him like this," she whispered aloud to herself. "After all, he's married. It's just a one-time thing, that's all."

But her cunt was burning with the need for him to de again what he had done only a couple of hours ago. One fuck hadn't been enough for her. I want more! she thought. I want him to fuck me again. And again, and again! I want to suck him off and feel him spurt into my mouth. I want him to lay me down on my back and really rape me with it.

She tossed and twisted sleeplessly under the sheets, finally flinging them off her squirming body. Her hands ran quickly over her warm skin, touching her sensitive flesh. She squeezed her full, young tits, twisting her pulsing nipples, trying to recall the feel of his lips on them. God, it was all over so fast! she thought. Why couldn't it go on and on? I want you to suck me, Bryce. I want you to suck and suck my aching titties. Ohhnnnnn!

One hand dipped between her thighs, sawing up and down in the runny cleft of her tingling pussy. I want more and more! I want to be fucked! Bryce, please!

"Oh, please, Bryce!" she whimpered. "Mr. Clark! Please fuck me!"

She bit into the pillowcase to muffle her unexpectedly loud screams. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like this orgasm was her real climax, the one she would have had with him if they had only taken more time. The insides of her cunt boiled over with warm spasms of coming.

"Ummmmeeeee!" she squealed into the pillow. "Ungghh! Mmeeeee!"

But when it was over, she felt somehow unsatisfied. She wiped her wet hand on the sheet and stared blankly into the darkness of her room, hoping her mother and father had not heard her muted screams. She felt very depressed at the thought that it might be weeks before the Clarks decided to hire a babysitter again.

In the morning she called Bryce first thing at his office. But he was tied up with business meetings and said he wouldn't be able to see her. Jondra was surprised at how upset she got.

"But I want to see you," she said into the phone. "I need to see you!" I want you to fuck me, she added silently. She hoped that message got into her voice.

"I want to see you too," Bryce said.

"Maybe I could come down and meet you after work. We could go to a motel, like I suggested last night."

"I have a dinner engagement tonight."

"You don't want me, do you?" Jondra pouted. "It was just a one-time thing for you, wasn't it?"

"Definitely not," Bryce said. His voice was so firm that Jondra was relieved. He really did sound like he meant it. "Don't you worry. I'll arrange something."

"Soon?"

"Before next week," he said.

She felt better when she hung up the phone, but the sexual itch was still there, needing to be scratched. She had never felt this way after any of her high school romances and figured that being fucked by a real man like Bryce Clark had finally made her into a woman. Now, she felt the normal demands and desires of a woman. Her young body was vibrant and alive, tingling with warmth and need. God, I can't wait a whole week! she thought.

She decided that what had worked the first time would surely work the second time too. So she posted little cards at all the laundromats and supermarkets in the neighborhood advertising her babysitting services. All these husbands were tired of fucking their wives anyway. They would jump at the chance to get into Jondra's hot little pussy.

For two days she didn't get any calls, but on the third day a Mr. Bill Andrews, who lived over on Hawhorne Street replied to her ad. His wife had been forced to fly back to Illinois due to the death of her mother. He had two small kids who needed care until she got back. It would be three days at the most. Was she available?

Jondra easily got her parents' approval. She would go to Andrews' house in the mornings before he left for work then return when he came home at night.

She was a little apprehensive when she first arrived at his house the next morning. After all, she knew what her real motives were. She couldn't help wondering what he would look like. And if he were good looking and she did want to go through with it, tow would she deal with the problem of the kids? Her heart fluttered a bit as she went up to his door and rang the bell.

Andrews answered the door. He was tall and blond, with broad shoulders and straight, even teeth that showed through his friendly grin. "You must be Jondra," he said.

"That's right," she said, smiling.

Jondra had worn tight-fitting blue jeans and a silk shirt that revealed the shape of her full, out thrusting tits. She knew it was a fairly sexy outfit for a babysitter to be wearing, but she wanted to capture his interest from the very start. And from the look in his eyes, her strategy had succeeded very well. He could hardly keep his eyes inside his head as he opened the door for her to enter. He looked down the soft cleavage between her tits. She could feel his eyes on her round ass as she walked into the living room.

You'd better be careful, Mr. Andrews, Jondra thought, or this might not take as long as even I thought it would.

"Mmmmm," he said nervously. "Well, my name is Bill."

"Hi, Bill," Jondra said brightly.