Steve Golden - Open wide babysitter

"All over your pretty cunt. All over your asshole," he grunted.

He shot out another steaming cum-jet onto her soggy cunt. A string of jizz hung from her pussy hair like wax.

Patsy couldn't believe what was happening. She waited there on the desk in stunned silence while jet after jet of hot cum splattered her ass and pussy. This was his stuff, his sperm, she realize dazedly. And he was spurting it all over her. Wasn't he supposed to shoot it inside her? Isn't that how it was supposed to work?

"Hot little cock-teaser! All over your cunt and ass!" he grunted. "Hot cum all over!"

Another jet sprang out onto her ass. And another. One streamed down onto her back in a thick stream. The other poured down the crack of her ass and joined all the globs of goo clinging to her asshole and cunthair. Cum was everywhere. Her pretty blonde pussy was drenched with it and there were thick streaks of it all over each asscheek.

He shot out one more jet, directly onto her open cunt. And then he was finished. His hand slowed down on the drooling cock and milked out the dregs. He held his prick up over her ass and let glob after glob of jizz drip onto her. He never took his eyes off her soiled cunt and ass the whole time.

"So nice. Such a nice cock-teasing little pussy," he murmured. A long thick strand of cum stretched from his cocktip and broke across her left ass cheek.

Patsy waited, not knowing what to do, not knowing what to say. She felt so dirty, so soiled. She felt as though she'd sat in something warm and sticky. She was just glad her skirt and blouse were shoved up out of the way and her panties were removed. As it was she wondered how she'd ever clean herself up. She really felt filthy.

"You like that, little girl?" he growled at her. "You like having your cunt and ass covered in hot cum?"

"Yes," she murmured sheepishly. "I guess so."

She didn't know what else to say.

That evening, when Patsy showed up to baby-sit, Mr. Warren was nowhere to be seen. His wife was the one who greeted her and invited her to make herself at home. Patsy had the feeling he was lurking in the basement somewhere, ready to join his wife in the car whenever she was ready. He obviously was embarrassed to see her so soon after what had happened. And so he should be, thought Patsy.

She saw him briefly when they returned from their evening out. He paid her money and actually winked at her when his wife wasn't looking. But he didn't try to talk to her or discuss what he'd done to her that afternoon. He was probably scared she'd squeal on him.

Patsy spent several days thinking over what had happened between them, but she just grew more and more confused. Was she still a virgin or wasn't she? Could she consider herself a woman now, or was she still just an inexperienced little girl? He hadn't actually shoved his thing, his cock, into her after all. He'd just rubbed it on her and then shot his hot sticky cream all over her.

She was probably till a virgin, she decided. But something had changed, that was for sure. After what had happened she would never really be the same again. She'd felt her first cock, had it rubbed and smeared all over her. She'd had stuff, cum, shot all over her as well. That counted for something as far as experience went, didn't it?

And then there were all those new and exciting feelings she'd had. Her pussy had actually tingled when he'd kissed and licked it. And toward the end she'd felt so lovely. It was what people called cumming, she realized. She'd heard the girls at school talk about it. She'd cum. She'd had her first proper climax.

The more she dwelled on it, the more she wanted to ask questions. Her curiosity was aroused. But for the time being at least Mr. Warren seemed to be avoiding her, and there was no one else she could talk to. Her parents had always been very strict with her and asking them anything about sex was out of the question. She was really at a loss until the following weekend. That was when she had her date with John Hunt.

Not that John would be able to tell her much about sex either. He was only a year older than she was, and she had a feeling he was just as inexperienced. But at least he was male and he had all the male equipment. Maybe she could find out a thing or two if she asked the right questions.

Her parents had only just started letting her go out on dates and she'd only had three or four. Nothing much had happened and her parents insisted she be home by ten thirty. But Patsy had seen a couple of movies with a couple of different boys. John was the only one she'd seen more than once. He had parents just as strict as hers, and she thought this was part of the reason he'd asked her in the first place. He managed to borrow his father's car. How he swung that she had no idea. And instead of going to a movie or something they drove around town, both excited at the new experience. After it grew dark John parked the car in a secluded spot, and he actually got up the courage to kiss her. Patsy responded warmly, and she found herself wanting to touch him in places she'd never dreamed of touching anyone before.

"John, would you like to feel my titties?" she gasped after one particularly hot kiss.

The words were out before she could think what she was saying. She stared into his face in the half-light, her mouth half open.

"Patsy… oh would I!" he panted, leaning over her.

He let her grab his hand and lift it to her tit. He cupped the lush mound and squeezed it with his fingers.

She remembered the way her tits had tingled when Mr. Warren licked her pussy and somehow having John feel her tits seemed like the most natural thing in the world. She heaved her chest forward and let him squeeze first one tit then the other. Sparks of pleasure shot up through her nipples.

"Do you want to see them? Do you want to see my tits?" she whispered, glancing at him. "Here, open up my shirt. Open it up all the way."

With fumbling fingers she set about undoing the buttons down the front of her pale blue shirt. And he helped her as best he could till the two halves of the shirt peeled apart and he could see the lush bulges of her brown tits packed into a flimsy ice-blue bra. They tugged the shirt out from her tight jeans and opened it wide. Her flat brown belly heaved up and down with excitement.

"Patsy, you're stacked!" he gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of her lush young tit mounds straining to be free of the lacy bra. "I didn't know you had such great tits!"

"There's a lot you don't know, John," she breathed.

She reached to the base of her cleavage, unsnapped the bra, and let her fine young tits tumble free. She let the empty bra cups slip to one side.

He stared at her tits, not knowing what else to say. They were so full and lush and brown, and they were so perfectly shaped. They sat on her chest like two perfect pears, the lower swells slightly paler than the upper. A rid brown circle of skin sat on top of each one, and on top of these sat two thick, rubbery nipples that jutted up into the air over half an inch.

"Do you like them? Do you think they're pretty?" she cooed, obviously pleased at the reaction she was getting. "Are they nice titties?"

He groaned and brought his hands up to cup both springy tits. They were so solid and firm under his fingers. The skin was smooth and brown and beautiful. The circles of flesh surrounding her nipples were full and puffy. The nipples themselves were growing longer and stiffer as he watched. He pressed each one with his thumb and fucked them from side to side.

"Your nipples are so fucking long and hard!" he gasped. "And your tits, how'd you get your tits so big and firm?"

She giggled. "I didn't do anything. They just grew that way. Over the last few months they've really swelled out."