Steve Golden - Horny little babysitter

Some of the dangling ropes of Reggie's spunk plopped straight into her mouth, and some slopped heavily to one side, rolling off down her chin and cheeks in slow-moving trickles. Her mouth was a gleaming pool of milky spunk, floating between her red lips like heavy cream. The jets of cum criss-crossed the rest of her face in glistening stripes.

But she wasn't finished yet. Suddenly jets of cum began to spurt from the cock on her left, and its owner shook it from side to side to hose down the few parts of her face that weren't splattered with spunk. He spurted a jet of jizz diagonally across her face, from her cheek, over the bridge of her nose, along her eyebrow, and off along her forehead. With the next shot of cum, he hit her in the eye, sealing it tightly shut.

"Come all over her! Splatter her with jism!" Reggie urged. What little cum was still drooling from his own cock he let drip into her golden hair.

The cock on her left spat a creamy wad across her mouth. And another. And another. Its owner aimed again and again at the seething white mass of her cum-filled mouth, adding to the cum of the other men, though the stuff was overflowing from her mouth already. He moved his cock to within inches of her face, so that he could hear each individual jet of cum smack her wetly in the mouth.

"Eat it, bitch! Eat it, you cock-teasing little cunt!" Reggie wheezed. He was wiping his cock in her hair, smearing off great wads of jism with the lovely, strands.

The cock on her left spurted cum again, and this time the silver blob hit her cheek and bounced up into the air before splintering into several smaller blobs. The strings of white fell in every direction to her grossly wet face. Underneath all the spunk, she was not recognizable.

Teasdale had been fucking Kelly steadily while all this was going on, but now he began to grunt and squirm, and suddenly he was withdrawing his cock from her cunt. He took his cock in hand and edged up her body slightly, aiming his prick like a hose along the length of her nude and glistening body.

He shot a comet of white cum all the way up the center of her golden body, from cunt hair to tits. It was across, glistening stream of cum half an inch wide and it curved over her brown belly, filled her navel, and wriggled up over her rib cage before slithering in between her jism-soaked tits. Cum soiled her garter belt and bra strap.

"Cover her with cum! Splatter her with it!" wheezed Reggie. His face was still flushed and excited.

Tesadale tilted his cock up and spurted out another long streak of cum that shot through the air like a harpoon. The jism hung in the air for a second then fell onto the helpless girl. This blast of cum splattered on the wet globe of her tit, just to one side of the erect, slimy nipple.

Then he tilted his cock higher still, trying to shoot his cum as far as her face. And sure enough, his third jet of spunk shot straight over her left tit and, splattered her cum-glazed face. It was just one more silver spunk trail among the dozens already deposited there.

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" croaked Reggie. He stared down at Kelly, fascinated.

Teasdale pumped his cock steadily, and fired jet after jet of thick spunk across Kelly's tits to her slimy face. She lay, quite passively under the shower of hot jizz, breathing slowly through one clear nostril. Her eyes were obliterated under two pools of white cum, and her mouth was overflowing with cock cream.

One more jet of cum shot off between her tits as far as the hollow of her neck, and then all that was left in Teasdale's cock dripped down in the sticky white strands to her golden belly.

"What a horny cunt. What a hot bitch," Reggie concluded tiredly. He fell back to the bed and closed his eyes.

Kelly lay there on the bed underneath her glaze of warm cum. She was very still, and it appeared that she might be asleep. But suddenly she shifted, adjusted her position in the center of the group of drained men. Her face remained passive under the thick layers of steaming spunk. But her arms and hands were moving.

Slowly, lazily, she began massaging the heavy spunk into her tits with her long fingers. She spread the cock cream this way and that, making her tits shine. The rest ran down through her cleavage and over her rib cage. Her mouth smiled beneath an ocean of quivering spunk.

Whenever she thought about it later, Kelly told herself that she did what she did with the five men because she didn't have a choice. They'd backed her into a corner, and if she'd refused to go along with them they might have gotten mad and hurt her in some way. That was what she told herself, over and over again, in the days that followed.

But deep down she knew it wasn't true. She hadn't been forced to do anything. She could have left Teasdale's house. It was that simple. She didn't have to hang around and let herself get fucked by five men. She didn't have to fuck and suck them till they splattered her with all that cum.

Kelly flushed deeply, even now, when she remembered how all the cocks had spat spunk at ha, how they had simply covered her with layer after layer of sizzling jizz. That was really kinky. Nothing she'd ever done before had been quite as weird as that. And she'd done some pretty wild things lately.

She wondered how much stranger her life could get. And the thought frightened her a little. Most girls her age were just getting used to dating and going with one boy and all that. She had been in a rough-and-tumble orgy with five grown men, a couple of them many years older than she. Kelly wondered if she was turning into some kind of nympho.

For the better part of a week, she concentrated on school. She stayed home in the evenings and actually did some studying. She even turned down several offers of babysitting jobs. She figured it was time to think things over and decide a thing or two about herself.

But by the end of the week she was growing restless again. She found herself daydreaming of Teasdale and Rivers and the other brawny men who had fucked her. It became more and more difficult to concentrate on schoolwork.

When she got a call to go babysitting, she jumped at the chance. She needed to get out of the house again. A few days cooped up was all she could take. And she had no need to worry because the call came from someone she'd never heard of. It wasn't Teasdale or Rivers. She wasn't necessarily going to get fucked. In her present confused state, that suited her just fine.

Still, before she left she applied make-up and dressed sexily. She even wore a pair of stockings with a new garter belt. She felt more comfortable, more confident, when she dolled herself up like this. It didn't mean she was some kind of nympho, she did it, just because she liked garter belts and heavy make-up?

And the babysitting job was the most ordinary she had yet had. She said good-bye to the parents, and headed to Mr. and Mrs. Carstairs, and spent a quiet evening watching their TV. Mr. Carstairs didn't return and try to seduce her; she wasn't disturbed at all. Maybe things were returning to normal after all. She fell into a light doze before the parents returned from their night out.

It wasn't until later, when she'd been paid for her evening of babysitting and Mr. Carstairs was driving her home, that things started to get weird again. She'd become quite sleepy and could barely keep her eyes open as she said good night to Carstairs' wife. Now, in the car, she fell into her gentle doze again and lay back against the door with her slender legs spread in front of her.

Vaguely, she was aware of the car stopping, of Carstairs sliding across the seat toward her. She felt his hands on her silky thighs, and her short dress was being shoved up her legs. She heard him gasp with surprise as he caught sight of her bright red garter belt attached to her gray stockings.