Steve Golden - Open wide babysitter

"Oh John, don't look like that," she repeated. "Don't spoil it for me. I'll still see you. We can even fuck if you like. But I want to do it with other guys to. I'm too young for just one person."

He stood staring at her without speaking, his face very serious. They were in the middle of a footpath that snaked through the city park, and a cyclist had to veer around them, wobbling and cursing. She suddenly stepped froward, brought her face up close to John's and whispered at him.

"I'll be good to you. I'll prove it. I'll suck you off right now if you want me to." Her big blue eyes searched his race far a sign of encouragement. She felt him tense at what her words.

He didn't say yes or no. He simply stared at her. And so she gripped his hand and led him off the path and into a bunch of trees and bushes. He didn't resist. He went with her. He leaned against a tree as she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her fingers fumbled with his belt and fly.

"I've learned how to suck cocks, too," she breathed, glancing up at him as she opened his pants, tugged down his shorts, circled his limp cock with her fingers. "I'll show you what I know. I think you'll be impressed."

John looked at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. And he didn't say a word as she pulled his cock out into the open and stuffed it between her soft red lips. He felt her tongue curling around the spongy shaft and pressing against his piss-slit as if she wanted to get inside. He gazed down into her fresh and lovely young face.

She kept her eyes turned up to him the whole time, as if she sought his approval. And very quickly his cock began to inflate and expand in her mouth. From a limp four-inch noodle it grew into a solid five, six, seven inches of thick cockmeat. And her mouth backed off on it slightly as it angled higher. Her fist wrapped around the base of it and began to pump up and down steadily… "Do you like it? Does my mouth feel good on your cock?" she purred, slopping his prick from her lips for a second.

She flicked her tongue back and forth on the underside of the cock, then tapped the head steadily with teasing little licks.

He didn't answer. He simply stared down at her with a glazed look in his eyes. And eventually she pulled his prick back between her lips and began sucking all over again. She dipped her head this time, let her eyes fall from his face. And she pumped her face and her fist up and down on his cock, drawing it up to full erection in a matter of seconds. Her free hand scooped down under his balls and squeezed them.

"Mmmmmm…" she hummed, angling her head as best she could so that his cockhead could plow deep. Her fist squeaked as it twisted and turned on his cock there.

He couldn't believe she was so good at it. Where had she learned to suck cock like this? Her bright blonde head was bobbing in the sunlight. Her fist was squeezing, her tongue was tickling and teasing him everywhere. She was suddenly an expert cock-sucker. Someone had been teaching her how to use her mouth like a whore.

He leaned stiffly against the tree, his cock locked in her face. His hands came up suddenly and he was sweeping her platinum hair up off her cheeks, making sure he had a perfect view as she sucked. Her cheeks hollowed and swelled by turns. He watched his cockhead dent the inside from time to time. Her free hand was cupping his swollen balls. She was tickling them crazily.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned. And she really sounded as though she were enjoying herself. Her full lips flew up and down on his aching cock-shaft.

Then she was pausing, resting, letting his prick slip free of her lips as she turned her face up to him yet again. She let her fist fall from around the cock base and slid her tongue all the way down the underside of the shaft to the balls. With his cockhead resting up in her hair somewhere, she began licking his nuts with delicate little sweeps of her tongue.

He groaned. He couldn't help it. Her tongue was just too much on his dry ball pouch. Then she was nipping at his nuts with her lips, plucking the skin of the sac and drawing it up like rubber. Her tongue snaked under each of his balls in turn and weighed them like hunks of candy. Then her mouth folded down and she was sucking his nuts one after the other.

He felt himself grow weak in the knees. His balls felt numb and heavy, like chunks of lead. He gazed down at the huge red log of his cock covering one whole side of her face. She had both eyes shut as she sucked and snuffled at him. He wondered if this was the same teenaged girl who had jerked him off only days before.

"Mmmmmm… Love to lick balls… I just love the feel of them…" she cooed.

Then she began licking up the underside of his cock toward the head, letting his prickshaft roll from one side of her face to the other.

He wanted to say something. He wanted to appear cool and unimpressed, as if she was used to getting his cock and balls sucked like this. But the words wouldn't form. All he could do was gulp and gasp and try not to lose his balance as he leaned against the tree. He was vaguely aware that they could be discovered at any second by anyone who chose to walk through the trees. But he didn't care.

"I love to lick cock. And to suck it," she purred. "There's just something so exciting about it."

Here she let his purple cockhead roll over her red wet lips while she stared up at him with a teasing light in her eyes. His prick swayed back and forth without her touching it with her hand. She simply poked it with her tongue once in a while, sending it to the left or right or wherever she wanted it. There was a half-smile on her lovely face.

"And there's something else I love as well," she went on, still watching him. "Know what it is?"

He shook his head helplessly. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He watched her bring up one hand, circle his cock with her fingers. Then he felt his balls quake at what she did next.

"I love to rub hard cock all over my face. I love the feel of a hard wet cockhead smearing into my skin."

She had closed her eyes again, and now she gripped his cock hard and steered it everywhere on her fresh young face. She smudged it into her cheeks and into the side of her nose. She poked it over her forehead and into her eye sockets. She was smiling the whole time.

His prick had started to leak pre-cum juice, and small glittering trails of slime stuck to her eyebrows, her lashes, her cheeks. She passed the cockhead across her half-open mouth and stuck out her tongue to lick the purple cock dome. She sucked on the head quickly before beginning to smear his cock into her face all over again.

"I love a hard cock on my face, in my mouth, everywhere," she gasped. "I'll never get enough cock. Never."

John was too excited to feel any pang of bitterness. He was in no position to complain about what she wanted. For now he was having his cock serviced in a more exciting way than he'd ever thought possible. He certainly couldn't accuse her of neglecting him.

She rubbed his cock across her chin, up one cheek and down the other. And then she stuffed it back between her lips and sucked him for all she was worth. Her fist clenched his cockbase tight and shucked up and down. Her blonde head bobbed crazily. She took him deep into her mouth and tickled him with her tongue.

"Mmmmmmm…" she hummed, really getting into gear. Her free hand teased his balls again, coaxing and tickling.

His knees felt as though they were about to buckle and he braced himself hard against the tree. He began to grunt deep in his throat, as if he were in pain. Suddenly he urged his hips forward and up, buried his cock deep in her throat. His balls exploded and sent a thick jet of cum firing up the length of his captured cock.

Patsy gasped, her throat suddenly clogged with steaming spunk. She gulped and swallowed, trying her best to suck down all his cum. She stopped bobbing her head and did all the pumping with her fist. With steady, sure movements, she jerked him off into her mouth.