Steve Golden - Open wide babysitter

"Do you want to see my panties? Should I lift higher?" she cooed.

And without waiting for an answer she went on raising her skirt, exposing herself for him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Her panties were no more than a brief white triangle across her crotch. Two lacy elastic strings looped over her hips, holding the triangle up. The material was pure white and it contrasted nicely with the golden brown of her thighs and belly. For now she was lifting her skirt so high he could see this too. Her sexy navel winked at him prettily from her flat golden belly.

"Well? Do you think I'm sexy? Are you getting excited?" she purred, watching him closely, as if she was truly unsure of herself.

"Sweet Christ," he muttered.

Suddenly something snapped in him and he dropped to his knees on the floor. His hands snaked up behind her thighs. He gripped her springy young ass cheeks and began mauling them with his fingers. Then his mouth sank down onto the white triangle of her panties and he was licking and slobbering, kissing her crotch through the flimsy material.

"Mr. Warren! I guess this means yes!" she cooed, trying her best to keep her balance as he licked her.

Patsy was shocked. She was surprised. But his mouth on her pussy was pleasant, and she gripped his head and ran her fingers through his hair.

She wanted to laugh. The situation struck her as comical for some reason. But then the more he licked at her the more she liked it, and pretty soon her stifled giggles had turned to little gasps and hisses of pleasure. It might seem a bit silly having a guy old enough to be her father kissing her through her panties, but if it felt this nice, who was she to argue?

"Mr. Warren… ohhhh…!" she gasped.

He clawed at her tight little ass cheeks with his fingers and drew her forward onto his mouth. He planted his lips harshly against the flimsy fabric of her pants and sucked at her cuntlips. He could feel the tight little curls of her pussy hair weighed down by the wet from his mouth. And the ridges of her pussy crack stood out in relief now, so that when he moved his head back briefly he could see them clearly.

"What a cunt! What a sweet, gorgeous little cunt!" he gasped.

He mashed his face back between her legs and licked and sucked at her crotch some more. His fingers dug deep into the tight flesh of her ass.

"Mr. Warren!" Patsy giggled nervously.

Her ears were ringing at the sound of the word cunt. It was the first time she'd ever heard an adult say it and somehow it sounded different, more shocking.

Weird little flashes of pleasure were shooting up from between her legs, and her knees bent and buckled. She lowered herself in a kind of half-squat, giving him more room to suck her. And her fingers clawed through his hair roughly. She held her skirt up over her golden belly with one hand. Her hips began to slide back and forth in a gentle humping motion.

"Sweet fucking cunt! So sweet! So sweet!" Warren growled, pulling his mouth off her again. He was gripping her hard suddenly, twisting her around so that her ass rested on the edge of the desk. Then he heaved her up, forced I er back on her elbows on the desk top. He raised her legs, split them wide apart, stared down at the soggy crotch of her panties.

Her crotch was as good as naked. Her sheer panties were plastered flat and wet against her cuntlips and he could see the split little mouth clearly. He seemed to stop and think for a second or two. Then he dipped his head again and began licking and sucking her all over again. The fact that her pussy was covered added to his excitement in a weird way. He just loved white lacy panties.

"Mr. Warren… oooooh…!" Patsy whimpered, writhing about on the top of the desk.

She propped herself up on her elbows and stared down between her hooked-up legs. It felt so strange and nice, having him lick her pussy like this.

His fingers ran up and down her brown thighs and he squeezed the firm, perfect girl-flesh. He lapped and slobbered at her crotch, sucking and kissing her cunt through her flimsy panty material. He wondered vaguely if he'd ever feel this good again. After sucking sweet teenaged cunt through flimsy panties, what was left? Would sex with his wife ever be the same again?

His head reared back suddenly and he was staring into her face over her rumpled blue skirt and crisp white blouse. His mouth and chin were wet and glistening and his hair was a mess. He was breathing heavily, like an old man. And there was a wild light in his eyes.

"I want to pull your panties down… okay…?" he gasped, his voice thick and desperate.

Patsy wondered why he was bothering to ask. But then she realized that this whole wild session might be more exciting for him if he knew she wanted it as much as he did. She glared down at him between her hooked-up legs and then glanced at the wet and soiled crotch of her panties. It was a serious question after all. Once her panties were removed, there was no telling what might happen.

"Yes… pull down my panties. I want you to," she purred. "I'll let you do what you want. Pull them down. Pull them off me. Your mouth feels so nice. It makes me feel so good. Pull down my panties… yes!"

Warren let her legs fold down. Then he hooked hi fingers under the panty strings at her hips and hauled down slowly. He was amazed at how sparse her cunthair was. It was a whispy light blonde, and curled in a little arc over the top of her pussyslit. The hair was damp and stuck to her skin in places and it matched the hair of her head perfectly.

Her cunt had begun to crack open. The thick outer lips had parted and sweet puffy pink skin was beginning to burst out. It was tightly bunched and shiny. And already he could make out the shape of the ragged little cunthole turned on its side. His mouth watered at the sight and he felt a heavy numbness in his balls.

He pulled her panties down off her crotch and she lifted her ass obligingly. But then when he had them only midway down her thighs he stopped, leaving them stretched there between her legs like a lacy white rope. He tucked his head under the taut pants and brought his face to within inches of her blooming cunt. Her legs were hooked up on either side of him.

"What a sweet, gorgeous little cunt," he breathed. "Sweet Christ, what a pretty sight."

"Is it nice? Do you like it?" she cooed, watching him anxiously, wondering what he planned to do next.

He dipped his head again, stuck out his tongue, and began poking the pink strips of girly-skin this way and that. Patsy moaned loudly. It felt so much different with her panties out of the way. The sweet sensations in her crotch were so much more powerful. She closed her eyes and her head rolled from side to side with lazy, motions.

He brought his hands up, planted his fingers on either side of her cunt. Then he pulled gently and her cunt split open and blossomed like a flower. All the wriggly pink skin folded out into the open in a ragged mouth. And the more he licked and kissed and sucked, the bigger, the wider the flaps of skin became.

"Mr. Warren… ooooh… it feels so nice…" she whimpered. She spread her legs wide apart and the rope other panties stretched to snapping point between them.

He nipped small folds of cunt skin between his lips and tugged on them, stretching them like hunks of elastic. Her cunt seemed to be swelling as he worked at it. And soon two thick folds of skin parted and he could see the pink button of her clit. He avoided it for the time being and licked her twat to the left and right.

"Mr. Warren… oooooh… you're kissing my pussy! Ooooooh… you're sucking on my pussy!" she moaned. "You're sticking your tongue inside me!"

He was doing just that, poking his tongue deep between the lips of her pussy and circling it around and around and around. And weird sparks were flying up into her belly. There was a fluttering sensation way up into her chest, and even her nipples felt funny. She'd never felt this good in her whole life, and she wondered what it all meant. How could a man make her feel this good with just his mouth?