Norma Egan - Widespread wife

"Hey, what's going on, mister?" she said in a childish voice. "I thought I was supposed to baby-sit, but I don't see any kids."

Cyrus Engel chuckled and patted her knee. "Well, this isn't your usual kind of babysitting job, my dear," he said. "I'm a lonely old, man, and I need some company. I want you to baby-sit ME."

"But that's silly," Judy giggled. "You're a grownup, you don't need a babysitter." Actually what he needed in her opinion, was a padded cell.

"Oh, you'd be surprised," Engel chuckled. "Anyhow, you'll get lots of money, more than you usually get. Is that okay?"

"Oh, all right," Judy said, "I guess so."

"Fine, fine," Engel chirped. "Now, go on telling me about yourself, Judy. Do you have any boyfriends?"

"Oh, no," Judy said, "my parents won't let me date yet."

As she spoke, Engel was slipping an arm around her waist and moving it upward until his fingers just grazed her tits. He felt the outline of her bra under her clinging pink jersey. His other hand slid onto her leg and gently squeezed, feeling the taut healthy thigh under her jeans. Judy finally realized what she'd gotten hold of here – a genuine dirty old man.

"So you've never even kissed a boy?" Engel said. "Never even held hands?"

"Oh, no," Judy said with mock horror. "Daddy would kill me if I had anything to do with boys."

Engel reached for the fly of her jeans.

Judy was able to offer him a genuine blush as she turned to look at him. She felt like squirming off his lap, but then she remembered she was supposed to be just an innocent little girl, not knowing what was going on. She turned away and stared vacantly out the window while Engel unzipped her jeans and opened the front. His hand slid inside and came to rest on the puff of her mans, gently squeezing it through her panties.

"Have your mommy and daddy told you about sex?" he said. His voice seemed a little more excited now, but it was still soft and soothing.

"N-no," Judy said.

She found it hard to keep playing her role while the guy had his hand in her crotch. He squeezed steadily, gently, and she began to feel an answering warmth in her pussy, a little moisture. He might be just an old creep, but she still liked being touched down there. She'd never gotten enough of it with Tom. In fact she hadn't gotten any at all.

"Would you like me to tell you about it?" Engel said. "About where babies come from and all that?"

"Oh, sure, mister," Judy said, trying to sound eager and innocent. "Yeah, I'd like to know about all that stuff. MY mother won't tell me anything."

"Well, let's start with you, then," Engel said. He quickly raised her shirt up over her tits and deftly undid her bra. He pushed that up, too, revealing Judy's round firm breasts with, their red-brown erect nipples. Very gently he cupped her heavy boobs and tickled them with his fingers. "Do you know what these are?" he said.

"Oh, sure," Judy said, "my tits."

"Very good," he said. "But I bet there ate other things you don't know about. I'll show you. Just stand up for a second."

Judy stood up between his legs, and just as quickly and expertly as he'd unfastened her bra, Engel pulled down her jeans and panties. They tangled around her ankles, making it impossible for her to walk, even if she had tried to escape. He leaned forward and took a hungry look at her little black puff of mons fur. Then with a contented sigh he pulled her back onto his lap.

"All right," he said, "tell me what this is."

He slipped a finger between the furry lips of her mons and touched the hot little button of her clit. He sure as hell knew what he was doing. Judy practically shot off his lap as a sudden electric burst of pleasure ripped through her belly. He gently tickled and rimmed her responsive nubbin, and she felt hot cream leaking from her cunt as her whole pussy started to get amused. Involuntarily she slumped back against his chest, her head resting on his shoulder, and let him gently frig her.

"So what is this little thing I'm touching?" Engel asked again.

"I dunno, mister," Judy sighed, "but it sure feels nice when you touch me there."

"It should," he said. "It's your clit, my dear, and it's just for pleasure. Here, tell me how this feels."

He seized her moist red clit between thumb and forefinger, drew it out a bit like a piece of elastic, and began to knead it. The pleasure was so intense that Judy couldn't even breathe for a moment. She creamed hotly, hugely, all over his hand. Engel was looking down over her now, watching his own work. They both watched his expert fingers kneading her soaked red bud.

"Ohhhhhh, it feels wonderful," Judy sighed. And she wasn't kidding.

"Good, good," Engel chuckled. "Now, I'll touch something else, and you tell me what it is."

He let go of her clit and reached lower into her now steamy and flaming-hot crotch. His fingers tickled briefly and deliciously over her recessed pee hole and the plump pink lips of her cunt. Then his stiffened middle finger was briskly rimming the dripping mouth of her twat, arousing her hotly. He began to ease his finger up into her cunt.

"Ooooo," Judy squealed. Again she wasn't acting. The old fart might be way out of his tree, but she loved what he was doing to her, and he really knew how to do it. It seemed ridiculous that this old man should be able to turn her on so violently, while her young handsome husband didn't even know how to get her hot.

Engel's stubby stiff middle finger slid with tantalizing slowness into her red-hot moist clinging cunt. Judy helplessly juiced all over his finger and began to whimper as the pleasure became more and more intense. She thrust her pussy forward eagerly, wanting his finger in her as deep as possible. He pushed as she thrust, and finally the finger was lodged to the last knuckle, deliciously stuffing her little silk-lined passage.

"Now what is it?" Engel said. "What's this little hole I have my finger in, Judy?"

"Uh, I dunno, mister," Judy managed to squeak.

"It's your cunt," Engel told her, "your box, your twat. Do you like it when I put my finger in there, Judy?"

"Ummmm, yeah," Judy moaned. "It's terrific."

"Then I think you'll like this, too," he said.

He started working his stiff fat finger up and down in the wet clinging hole, just like a tiny cock.

Judy moaned with excitement and started thrusting her pussy in time to his finger strokes, really getting off on it. She knew she was creaming all over his hand and his dressing gown, but she couldn't help it. To her amazement, this strange old guy was getting her hornier than she'd ever been in her life.

"Oh, wow, yessss," she whined, "Super. Oh, please keep doing that, mister, it feels so great! Ohhhhh!"

Engel obligingly kept working his stubby finger in her gushing cunt, in and out, in and out, while Judy moaned and grooved on it. In the meantime, he managed with his free hand to pull off her shirt and bra. One hand kept working her pussy and the other started fondling her boobs. Engel might be old, but he certainly didn't need any help!

"I'm glad you're enjoying this, Judy," he purred, happily finger-fucking her creamy little box, "but we must proceed with our lesson now. Just lean back against me and relax, all right?"

"All right, mister," Judy sighed, so dated with horny pleasure that she was ready to do anything.

She relaxed against his burly chest, and he popped his thick finger from her cunt with a lewd juicy slurping noise. My God, she'd creamed buckets during that naughty play with her pussy. She waited with hot excitement to see what he'd do next. She felt his finger tickling even lower down between her legs, rimming the tight-clenched mouth of her brownie.

Then Engel slipped his cream-soaked finger up her ass.

"Ohhhhhh," Judy waited.

It was unexpected, wicked, and it felt fantastic. He managed to pop the whole finger into her little bumhole in one smooth painless thrust. The fat penetration felt just as great as it would have in her cunt. She whimpered with ecstasy as he started pumping his finger in her velvet-lined bumhole.