Steve Golden - Horny little babysitter

Paul Forbes wasn't the brightest kid in the world, Kelly thought, eyeing him from across the kitchen table. But he sure was big. He leaned against the refrigerator, all six-feet-four of him, and chugged down the last of a glass of milk he'd been drinking. Then he absentmindedly balanced his glass on the kitchen counter, so close to the edge it was sure to fall off any minute.

He watched Kelly dully, like a small boy who wasn't used to having girls around the house. He seemed about to say something, frowned as if he'd lost the thought as soon as it entered his head, then settled back against the refrigerator with his arms folded across his brawny chest. He sighed softly.

Not the world's best conversationalist either, Kelly thought, smiling to herself. Mrs. Forbes had talked to her about her oldest son before she and Mr. Forbes had left for the evening. He was a sweet and pleasant fellow, she told Kelly, but a bit slow and clumsy. Not the kind she could leave in charge of her two youngest boys while she and her husband had a rare evening out.

"He probably won't bother you," Mrs. Forbes told her. "He likes to go visit his friend Stan down the block in the evenings. But if he decides to stay around, just pretend he's not there. He's very quiet. You won't know he's around."

That wasn't really true. It was impossible to ignore Paul because of his sheer size. He was probably around Kelly's age, certainly not much younger, but he towered over her. Whenever she tried to leave a room, he always seemed to be blocking the doorway, his huge muscles and chest bulging. And that wasn't all, she noticed after a while. His crotch was bulging also, as if he had some huge growth in his pants.

"How come I never see you in school, Paul?" she asked, getting up from the table and setting the unsteady glass in the sink. "Your mother said you go to Franklin High."

"I… I flunked a couple of grades. You're probably way ahead of me," he said. His eyes drifted up and down her body as she stepped across the room.

She made a move toward the living room, but she had to get by Paul first, and he showed no signs of letting her by. He just watched her blankly, his arms still folded on his chest. He wasn't blocking her way on purpose. It just didn't seem to occur to him to move.

Finally she wriggled by, not without brushing his cock-bulge with her hip, and she settled on the sofa and tried to decide if she wanted to watch TV. He followed her dumbly, like a pet dog, and flopped into an armchair opposite the couch. He spread his huge thighs and the outline of his prick was very noticeable again.

She found herself staring at him, rather than the TV set. And vague stories came to mind that she'd heard giggled in the girls' locker room at school. About Paul Forbes being dumb, but having the biggest cock in the entire county. She didn't see how anyone could possibly know such a thing. As far as she knew, Paul never even went out with girls. But she couldn't help but wonder.

"Do you have a girlfriend, Paul?" she asked. Without thinking, she was spreading her thighs, sinking deeper into the plush couch. He really was quite attractive, she thought. A brainless jock type, but sexy.

"No," he snapped, blushing. "I'm not interested in that stuff." He had both huge hairy arms resting on the chair, his hands hooked over the edge.

"Don't you like girls?" she purred. She slid her hands down to her knees and pulled her calf-length summer skirt an inch or so higher. She wore no hose and her pretty legs were brown and glowing.

He didn't answer, but his eyes were glued to her legs. Smiling slightly, she was hauling her pretty flowered skirt inch by inch up her legs. She wasn't sure why, but the notion of teasing him was suddenly too hard to resist. She slipped the skirt up over her knees.

"Some boys go through a stage when they can't stand girls," she went on matter-of-factly. "They can't even stand to be in the same room with them."

The skirt had reached mid-thigh, and she knew Paul could see the tiny white triangle of her bikini panties. She paused a second, spread her thighs some more, let him get a good look. Then she completed the job, lifting the skirt so high even her navel was visible. The tiny slip of cloth covering her pussy was held up by two flimsy strings of lace across her hips.

"And you may not believe this, but some boys don't even get excited when they watch a girl undress. It's all the same to them."

She left her skirt bunched up across her stomach and began to unbutton her tight blouse. The lush globes of her fine young tits peeked into view as her cleavage grew deeper. Soon he could see the front strap of her lacy bra across her rib cage. She smiled at him teasingly the whole time.

"Some guys aren't interested in tits at all," she went on, and with a quick movement of her fingers she unhooked a clasp between her tits and let her white bra fall open.

At first he couldn't see her nipples, but she sat up straighter, shook herself from mile to side, made sure her tits were free of the flimsy lace bra. First one, then another nut colored nipple poked around her blouse at him. They looked stiff and sore already, like someone had been sucking her tits recently.

"What do you think, Paul?" she murmured, making her eyes very big and round and innocent. "Don't you think my tits are nice? I'll be very upset if you don't think so."

He didn't speak. He was glaring at her luscious young tits, his tongue lolling out one side of his mouth. She was undraping the two halves of her blouse from her chest now, so that he had a clear and unobstructed view of her tits. She thrust out her tits proudly, and the nipples stood out rigidly.

"What about twat?" she wondered. "The sight of a sweet young tit leaves some guys absolutely cold."

Her fingers found the edge of her pretty lace panties, and she tugged them aside so that her hairy blonde pussy mound burst into view. She jerked her crotch and heaved her bare cunt at him. Beneath all the hair, the lips of her cunt split and winked, showing a slice of delicious pink. She pried her cunt open wide with her fingertips and showed him even more.

She found herself breathing heavily, caught up in the cock-teasing game she was playing. Paul seemed fascinated by what was going on, but didn't make any move toward her. Even when she undid the string of lace at her hip and let her panties fall down off her hairlined cunt. Folds, of ragged pink cunt flesh were now oozing out her pussy hole.

"Paul, don't you want to…?" she began. But suddenly she gave up.

She lunged across the room toward him and fell to her knees between his sprawled legs. Her fingers fumbled for his fly and she zipped it down quickly. She dug for his cock with her hand and pulled it free of his pants and shorts.

The youth didn't say a word. He didn't even lift his ass to help her free his pants from under him. She had to tell him. All he did was stare down at her as she pumped his prick in her hand. He didn't resist. He didn't panic. But he didn't help her, either. He let her do all the work.

"God, it's huge! Your cock's a monster!" she crooned, eyeing his prick admiringly. "No wonder all the girls talk about you!"

She hefted his gigantic cock in her palm, studied the ugly purple veins in its side. His prick was fully nine inches long, and it was still partly soft. The cockhead was bigger than a golf ball. She jacked his cock up and down several times, testing the weight and girth of it. Then she lowered her face and sucked his prick into her lush mouth.

"Nnnnnnnn," Paul grunted, his first sound in some time. He sank lower in his chair and gripped the arms more tightly.

Kelly slid four or five inches of hardening cock into her mouth and began to suck, curling her tongue about the head and shaft of his prick and folding her lush lips back and forth. Dirty wet sounds rose up from his lap. Her cheeks swelled out with the thick bulk inside. Her fingers circled the lower part of the cock and jerked up and down expertly.