Ray Mills: Spread wide babysitter

Suddenly her whole body erupted in pulsing shivers of sharp, killing pleasure. The climax cleaved her like a knife. She felt hammered in two by it, split into pieces.

"Aaanngghhhiieeeee!" she wailed, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Ohhhnnneeeee! Aanngghhiieee!"

"Ummphh!" Andrews grunted. He fucked his cock into her creaming pussy viciously, again and again.

Jondra could feel his cum spurting into her. "Oh, God!" she sighed. "Oh, God, God!" She clung to him as his throbbing prick spouted thick jets of jism into her clinging cunt. Oh, yesssss! Oh, yes, yesssss!

"Oh, God, yesssss!" she moaned to him, pushing the pillow away from her mouth.

He let her legs fall back to the mattress. Quickly Jondra wrapped them around his hips, still pumping gently with her pelvis. The hard ridge of his still-stiff prick-rubbed along her clit. She knew she could probably have another orgasm if she could get him to stay that way for just two seconds more.

But now that he had fucked her, Andrews remembered where he was. Quickly he got off her pliant young body.

Jondra held her arms out to him. "Come back," she murmured.

"Getup and get dressed," he said, quickly doing so himself. "The kids will be up any minute. We have to be careful."

Jondra pouted but did as he said. But she went over to him and squeezed his limp cock through his pants. "But I can't wait until you get home tonight," she whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear. "I'll have a surprise in store for you."

And she did, too. She got through the day as best she could, puttering around the house while the Andrews' kids played outdoors with neighborhood friends. She did up the dishes in the sink and watched the soaps on TV, trying to put out of her mind the exciting fuck they had had that morning. She didn't want to think about it because everytime she did, it aroused her so much that she wasn't sure she could wait until he got home for more.

Once, thinking of the way he had fucked her so roughly, so demandingly, with her feet kicking helplessly up in midair, she got so excited that she went into the bathroom and locked the door. The kids were playing outside, so she probably didn't need to be so cautious, but better safe than sorry.

She took off her blouse and unzipped her pants, thrusting her hand down inside her panties. Her thoughts had already aroused her so much that her nipples were tight and throbbing and her cunt flowing with fuck juice. Sharp pulses of lust fluttered in her aching pussy as she touched her clit with her fingers. She ran her other hand all over her warm round tits, watching herself in the medicine cabinet mirror. I don't know what's come over me, she thought as she caressed and manipulated her own body, arousing fantastic new pleasures in herself. I never used to be like this. That night with Bryce Clark seems to have really changed me. All I can think of is sex. I just want to do is fuck all the time!

She looked at her firm, uptilting tits in the mirror as her hand squeezed and rolled them. Her nipples were large coral circles, now erect and pointed with sexual excitement. She could see why men liked to suck them so much. She wanted to do it herself and tried to bend her neck down in order to get her lips on one, but the best she could do was stick out her tongue and lick her nipple. Still, the sensation made her go weak in the knees.

"Ohhnnnnnn!" she moaned.

She bunched up one tit at a time in her hand, pushing her tit up to her mouth, swiping her nipple with her wet tongue. At the seine time, she began to fuck herself slowly with the hand in her panties. She inserted two fingers into her greasy cuntlips and began fucking them in and out, rubbing her sensitive clit with the knuckles. Oh, holy shit! she gagged, feeling a quick onrush of hot pleasure.

She bucked her pelvis forward, making swirling fuck motions. With her fingers, she began to pinch her aching nipples at the same time as she licked them. She was hardly aware of how loudly she was panting until she suddenly overheard herself.

"Oh! Unh! Oh, God! Unh!"

She realized as the tension built that she couldn't get good enough wrist action unless bet panties were completely off. Quickly she dropped them down around her ankles. Now she got four whole fingers into her stretched pussy, all buttery and tingling with need. She formed them into a wedge and began fucking her cunt earnestly. It was amazing how the fingers of her own hand could drive her nearly crazy with lust.

She watched in the mirror as her hand plunged in and out of her oozing pussy. Her other hand squeezed the throbbing flesh of her tits sharply.

The sensations were so intense that she could hardly remain standing.

"Umph! Ummm!" she panted, feeling her body near explosion. "God, I'm going to come!" Rapidly her hand plunged in and out of her aching pussy. Suddenly she put her thumb on her clit and rubbed fiercely.

"Anngghhh!" she gasped.

Her swirling hips began to shudder in sharp convulsions. Deep in her cunt, her orgasm welled up, overpowering her. Oh, shit! she thought, biting her lower lip. Her young body trembled with the force of her self-induced climax. God, I can't let them near me! What if his kids are back in the house for a second, or something?

But it was too late. She couldn't stop the rapid motions of her own hand fucking her pussy. Already her cunt was exploding with incredible spasms of hot pleasure.

"Anngghhhhhh! Oh! Ohhhnn. Anngghhhhh!" she gasped and moaned, leaning against the bathroom wall as the shattering pleasure waves poured through her. "Oh! Ohh! Onh!"

Again and again, her wedged fingers fucked up into her slippery cunt bringing fresh new shocks of orgasmic pleasure. She was nothing but a quivering, moaning mass of flesh, barely able to stay her feet, moaning, and panting with lust. She somehow felt that she could keep the orgasms coming forever if she wanted to. All she had to do was lean back against the wall and keep probing her erupting pussy with her finger-wedge.

Through her glazed eyes she could see herself in the bathroom mirror. Her mouth was slack with desire, her face torn with the pleasure of the wild orgasms she had just given herself. You can't go on. You've got to stop, she told her face in the mirror. Somebody could catch you. Maybe one of his kids. You have to control yourself.

Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from her tingling pussy. God, I never knew I could make myself come that much, she thought. She washed her hand off in the basin and pulled her clothes back on. She would have to wait until she got home from work that evening. After what they had done that morning, she knew she wouldn't have to trick him into fucking her again.

But getting through the afternoon while she waited his return was not easy. She thought the day would never end. Then, when he finally did get home, she had to restrain herself in front of his kids. She wanted to throw herself on him as soon as he walked through the door. She wanted to rub her feverish body all over him and beg him to fuck her. God, you can't imagine how I've been aching for you to come back, she wanted to tell him. I want to fuck and fuck. Not quick like we did this morning, but long and slow. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything.

But she couldn't say any of this to him. Instead she helped him cook dinner and get the kids bathed and to bed. One moment, when the kids were termporarily out of the kitchen, she embraced him, teaching down and squeezing his big cock again through his pants.

"You don't realize how much I've thought of you today," she whispered huskily. She manipulated his prick, feeling his cock swell.

"I haven't exactly been able to forget you either," he whispered back.

"When can we go to bed?"

"Not until the kids are asleep."

"When will that be?"