Steve Golden - Horny little babysitter

"I don't know anything about that. If they're willing to pay you to babysit, what does it matter?" Kelly's mother said. She wandered off into the kitchen and left the door swinging.

Kelly shrugged and stuffed the address into her jeans. She bounded upstairs and fell across her bed with a magazine. It sure was a funny coincidence, she thought. She hoped Mr. Rivers hadn't told his neighbor about their amazing fuck-session by the side of his pool. It wasn't very likely. A married man could get himself into all kinds of trouble talking about things like that.

But she was really curious. She was sure there were no more kids in that block. What could Rivers' neighbor possibly want with her? She couldn't wait to find out.

At eight o'clock she knocked at the door of Rivers' neighbor's house, tapping her foot impatiently. She glanced nervously over toward the swimming pool where she had let him fuck her so savagely, but she couldn't really see it because of the high fence and the trees. The whole neighborhood was very quiet.

The door was opened by a middle-aged man she'd never seen before. He was tall and muscular and had flecks of gray in his close cropped hair. He was stylishly dressed, as if he were a businessman or a bank manager or something. He smiled at her.

"Come on in Kelly," he said. "I've been looking forward to meeting you."

She followed him into the living room. "How did you get my name and number? Did Mr. Rivers recommend me?"

"In a way, yes. I saw you over there the other day, and I later asked him all about you."

Kelly blushed. Just how much had he seen the other day? Had he actually seen the two of them fucking by the side of the pool? He couldn't have. The fences were so high. There were too many trees.

"Come on, I want to show you something," he smiled at her. He led her across the living room and on up a flight of stairs. She followed him, wondering just what the hell was going on.

"I didn't even know you had any kids," she said as he led her long an upstairs hallway and into a bright and airy bedroom. The first thing she noticed was the enormous low bed.

"I don't have kids. I'm not even married," he answered. "Come look at the view from the window."

He ushered her over to the wide window and held her arm as she looked out across his back yard. She glanced about, still at a loss as to what he was getting at. Then she gasped. She flushed again and lowered her eyes shyly. From the window, she had a clear view of just one area of the Rivers' back yard. It was the few feet of concrete where she and Rivers had fucked each other silly.

"You saw… the other day, Mr. Rivers and me…"

"Don't be embarrassed. I enjoyed every minute of it," Teasdale said. "I had no idea the Rivers had such a young and beautiful babysitter. I decided I'd like to try her services, myself."

He was smiling warmly, as if he was about to give her a treat. He gave her arm a squeeze, then backed off toward the closet, where he began to peel off his shirt and tie. He dropped his pants and stripped off his socks and shorts. He stood by the foot of the bed and waved Kelly over. His cock looked like a heavy hunk of pipe dangling there between his muscular thighs.

"What do you… want me to do?" she asked hesitantly. Not that she didn't have a pretty fair idea.

"Take your clothes off first. Then come over here and sit on the floor in front of me." He planted his hands on his hips and watched her, his cock swinging gently in the air.

Kelly smiled slightly. What a neighborhood! All the men took one look at her lately and dropped their pants. At least she couldn't complain she wasn't getting any attention. She unbuttoned her pretty blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. Inside a flimsy ice-blue bra, her giant tits were straining to get free. They bulged up like balloons.

"Just as I thought. You're stacked," he murmured approvingly. He began to pull lazily on his huge hunk of cockmeat.

Her jeans were so tight that after she'd popped the top button on them she had to sit on the bed to strip them off. He glared at the smooth stretches of brown girl-thigh as she undressed, watching her nipples and her tits loll in their tiny harness.

"You want me to take off the panties too?" she asked innocently, rolling her big blue eyes up at him. "I mean, you want me to take everything off?"

"Of course," he grunted. He stopped pumping his cock and let it dangle heavily between his legs, like a roll of salami.

Kelly stood up and kicked her jeans away, hooked her thumbs inside the tight elastic of her blue panties, and pushed down. She did it slowly, watching his reaction, and inch by precious inch the crisp blonde tuft of her cunt hair edged into view. She bent forward as she did this, and her tits rolled forward and separated in her bra.

"What a body," Teasdale sighed. His cock twitched once or twice. An ugly blue vein running all the way up one side of his prick began to throb gently.

The blonde fluffy triangle of Kelly's cunt hair was in full view now. She had her panties halfway down her thighs, where she left them stretched for the time being like a lacy rope. Still bending forward, she reached back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall way from her tits and slither down her body. Her tits hung down like ripe fruit.

"Good Christ," he muttered, trying his best to retain control of himself. His cock angled down nearly nine inches from his thick crotch hair. Its mushroom head was shining brightly.

"Now what?" she wondered, straightening up so that her tits heaved and rolled across her chest. She stood with her head cocked and her hands on her hips. Her panties were still stretched tautly between her slender thighs.

"Come sit on the floor here between my legs," he instructed. "Lean your head back and open your mouth wide."

She did as she was told, scooting between his legs and turning her face up inches below the giant hanging boom of his cock. He stepped closer and she gripped the backs of his thighs with her hands. She gaped her mouth widely and tilted her face higher. The sweet painted oval of her lips was less than two inches below the swollen mushroom of his cockhead.

"That's it. That's good," he praised. And he lowered his cock till the shiny satin cockhead slotted snugly into the cute circle of her mouth. Then he paused.

Kelly breathed onto the hard cock-plum. She glared up the length of Teasdale's body into his face, trying to figure out exactly what he wanted next. But he didn't seem to know, himself. He seemed to be playing it by ear.

He gazed down into her face, fascinated by the sight of his reddened cockhead plugging up her pretty mouth. Then he bent his knees a fraction, and the rest of his prickhead sank from sight. Her lips folded over the flange in back of the cockhead and sealed themselves around the upper part of the cockshaft.

Very gently, Teasdale began rising and falling, dipping his cock into Kelly's mouth then pulling it up so that she could barely kiss the piss-slit. He planted his hands over hers in back of his thighs so that she couldn't reach around and interfere. He wanted to take his own sweet time.

And his cock grew stiffer and thicker, though it couldn't really crank upwards because of its sheer weight. Her saliva coated the top of the cock, making it shine. And as he dipped deeper, fucking more and more cock between her lips, longer stretches of cockshaft began to gleam.

Kelly gurgled, curling her tongue around the stiffening cockmeat. When she wasn't glaring at the cock itself, she stared up into Teasdale's face with a strange, knowing, look. She liked what he was doing.

At one point, he withdrew his prick from her mouth and curled his fingers around it. Then he leaned down and began to smear his fucker into her face, rubbing the wet cockhead and upper cockshaft against her cheeks and nose and eyelids. The prickhead had begun to ooze pre-cum and this smudged off onto her eyelashes and heavily shadowed lids. Her lipstick was already smeared to one side.