Ray Todd - His loving little sister

While he was gone, Robin hoisted herself up on the sink top, lifting the hem of her nightie and spreading her thighs so her pink little slit would be clearly visible to him. Returning, he screwed in the bulb and the light immediately came on.

"It was just the bulb," he said, turning to face the pretty little blonde who was perched on the drain board of the sink.

His mouth dropped open and his eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw her juicy pink cuntlips peeking out at him from the golden swirls of her downy pussy hair.

"I'm so sorry to have bothered you," she smiled coyly. "I feel so stupid. May I offer you a cup of coffee?"

"That would be nice," he gulped, not in any hurry to leave.

Hopping down from the sink, she poured him a cup of coffees and then picking up a large carrot that she'd purposely left on the table, she jumped on her perch again. He sat in a chair not three feet from where she was sitting above him. He just stared numbly at the delicious pussy tucked so sweetly between her open legs.

"Aren't you having any coffee?" he stammered, frying to make conversation under the wild circumstances.

"I've had plenty," she grinned. "I like to suck on carrots."

"What do you mean, suck on them?" he asked, completely confused with her behavior.

"Ooooooooh," she giggled, suggestively sliding the fat end of the carrot in and out between her obscenely availed lips. "I like to suck on long, hard round things."

His cock began throbbing violently as he watched the passionate expression on her face. The wild lust in her eyes as she sucked and licked on the obscene-looking carrot was almost blowing his mind.

"What's so neat about sucking a carrot?" he asked, his trembling hand placing the cup back down on the table.

"Please don't think I'm naughty," she giggled, "but it reminds me of sucking on a man's hard prick."

"Do you suck your husband's cock?" he asked excitedly, getting more aroused by the minute.

"Sure," she bragged.

"Funny," he grinned. "You kids don't even look old enough to be married."

"Don't worry," giggled Robin. "I'm old enough."

Seeing how the trembling man was drooling, Robin was quite confident that she would land her first customer. Smiling down at him, she removed the carrot from her mouth, and spreading her bare thighs wider apart, she began lightly running the thin tip of it up and down her blatantly exposed slit.

"God, that feels neat," she whispered.

Seeing that the bald headed man was almost out of his mind with lust, she turned the carrot around and slowly pushed the fat end of it up between her slippery cuntlips. The sweating, drooling man could hardly believe his eyes when she began plunging the length of the thick carrot in and out of her hot dripping twat. The orange surface of the vegetable was soon coated with a milky film of cunt juice as her young pussy began creaming all over it. Trembling with the most intense lust he'd ever felt, Carl could see her deliciously pink cuntlips sucking and clinging wetly to the juice-slickened carrot every time she drew it out for the next thrust.

"Oh, God," she panted. "I'm gonna come all over this fuckin' carrot, but I'd rather have a cock fill me with jizz."

"Would you?" he gasped, excitedly rubbing his cock through his pants.

"Sure," the cute little blonde giggled. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"Shit, yes," he panted.

"Okay," she whispered. "Take your clothes off and come into the bedroom."

The man began frantically ripping his clothes off as he followed her from the kitchen.

"My," she beamed when he finally ripped his shorts off. "That's a neat prick."

It wasn't as large as her brother's, but it was long and thick with a big acorn-shaped cockhead with a thick flange at the base of it. The thought of his dick drilling into her cunt was getting the horny youngster almost as aroused as her potential customer.

When he sat down on the edge of her bed with his cock thrusting up proudly from between his legs, Robin removed her nightie and dropped to her knees in front of him.

Momentarily forgetting that she was after money, Robin firmly took his shaft in her hand and lowered her mouth down toward his big, blood-bloated knob. As with every prick she'd tasted, it felt so deliciously big and hard as she lightly brushed her half-parted lips against the big rubbery cockhead. Her wet little tongue darted out, gently flicking against his sensitive male flesh. Swirling her tongue around the end of his swollen knob, she could feel the man's body trembling with excitement.

Smiling up at him, she could see little drops of sweat breaking out all over his bald head and brow. His eyes were rolled crazily back in their sockets and his open mouth was twisted into an imbecilic grin.

Lowering her head again, she began running her tongue up and down the entire length of his shuddering shaft. It pleased Robin to feel it throbbing as she teased her wet tongue around the base of his dick. Completely forgetting that she was going to charge him for her favors, she slowly took the whole of his big cockhead into the wet hotness of her mouth. She could feel him lurching as her soft slippery mouth slid down over his rod, her lips tightening around the base of his thick knob, trapping it securely in her moist oral cavern.

"Oh, God," he gulped, staring down at his shaft buried between the baby-soft sucking lips of the pretty little blonde.

"D'ya like having your cock sucked?" she softly whispered, momentarily releasing his prick from her mouth.

"Shit, yes," he gasped, clutching at the edge of the bed.

"Good," she smiled, suddenly remembering why she had him there. "Because we're gonna have a lot of fun this morning."

"What are you doing?" he gasped when the pretty girl stood up. "Aren't you going to suck me off?"

"Maybe," giggled Robin. "But that was just a sample."

"A sample of what?" he panted, his amused, spit-drenched cock throbbing wildly.

"A sample of what you'll get for twenty-five dollars," was her calm answer.

"What?" he gasped.

"I think you're neat, Mr. Jackson," the youngster spoke in a sincere voice. "But I'm broke and need twenty-five dollars, and this is the only way I can earn it."

"I can't give you twenty-five bucks," he mumbled. "My old lady would kill me."

"Why tell her?"

"She handles all the money in our house," was his dejected answer.

"Oh, poor Mr. Jackson," she whispered, reaching down and lightly caressing his lust-crazed boner. "Wouldn't you like to stuff that nice hard prick into my juicy young cunt?"

"Sure," he grinned. "But my wife ain't gonna give me any money so I can fuck a girl."

"Don't you think my cute little twat's worth the money?" she mewled, taking his hand and inserting the tip of his finger into her hot dripping slit.

"Jesus, God," he gulped, twisting the length of his finger around the slippery hotness of her slick pussy flesh. "That sure is a sweet little pussy."

"Wouldn't you just love to put your nice big cock in there?" she teased, still tenderly sliding the man's foreskin back and forth over his quivering shaft. "You can find the money somewhere."

"Can I owe it to you?"

"No, honey," she whispered, stepping away from him. "Either pay up or get out."

"Well," he stammered, his eyes drooling over her cute naked body. "I got a little money the old lady don't know about."

"How much?"

"Let's see," he answered, walking over and picking his pants up from the floor.

He took out his wallet and began fumbling through it.

"Here's twenty," he grinned, pulling out two ten-dollar bills.

"Let's see that," giggled Robin, snatching the wallet from his hand.

After thoroughly searching it, the girl came up with two more dollar bills.

"Oh, Mr. Jackson," she teased. "You were trying to hold out on me."