Steve Golden - Suck hot sitter

Another jet of cum spurted into her mouth, till it was full to capacity. Stacy was gagging, choking. And now two more thick strings of cum overflowed her lips and poured down her chin.

Gamely, she stayed with his cock, clutching its base in her fist and keeping it locked between her lips. But suddenly he was the one pulling it free. He took his cock from her as it slipped from her lips. He aimed it at her face and began jerking off.

A gross wall of cock cream poured from Stacy's half-open mouth. It slopped down her chin and off her face before drooling onto her tits.

Jism poured from her lips in a never-ending flow. Her tongue was heavy with cum. The goo hung from her teeth in thick strands.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" he groaned. And he watched as a long jet of jism shot from his cock and splattered Stacy full in the face.

She winced, then shut her eyes in disbelief as the jizz-jet slopped over the bridge of her nose and across her forehead.

She could feel warm cum drooling down her nose and chin like thick syrup. She wanted to reach up and wipe it off, but she had a feeling he wanted to see her face soiled like this. She waited passively for the rest of his cum-load.

More jism smacked into her face in gross jets. One looped over her nose and slithered off down her cheek. The other splashed over her eye and hung off her lashes before forming a letter S across her cheek and mouth.

How gross she must look, Stacy thought, her pretty young face splattered with cum this way. But she knew she was turning him on. And in a final effort to excite him, she began talking dirty with jism still drooling from her lips.

"Yes, cum in my mouth and all over my face!" she groaned. "Spurt your lovely hot jizz all over my face! I love it! Don't stop! Cum all over me! Blind me with cum!" "Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!" was all he could say.

He let go of his spent cock, and she grabbed it eagerly. "Cover my face with cum! Spurt it all over me!" she begged.

And she rubbed his softening cock into her cheeks and nose and mouth, spreading his creamy cum about on her face like lotion.

It really was enough to drive a girl crazy, Stacy thought. Here she was ready and willing to be fucked, and she couldn't get anyone to do the job. Tim was an inexperienced boy, and Sam Caldicott seemed more interested in jacking off all over her. What did a girl have to do to get a guy to fuck her properly, put an ad in the paper?

She spent the first three days of the following week eyeing her male teachers at school. And at one point she was on the verge of coming on to one of them. But at the last minute, she decided against it. There would be too many complications. The guy could lose his job or something if they were found out. No, she had to find another willing male, someone older, with experience, but without any complications to him. There weren't exactly a lot of candidates around.

But there was one. And on Thursday evening she found herself babysitting at his house. His name was Roger Hudson and he was around forty and married to one of the most ill-tempered women Stacy had ever met. There were rumors that Mr. Hudson had affairs with other women in the neighborhood, and Stacy could certainly understand why. Mrs. Hudson was a bitch. Stacy would fee no guilt leading her husband astray.

And in truth, there wasn't much leading to be done. For weeks, Roger Hudson had been eyeing Stacy. But she had ignored him, until now. He was so much older than her, after all. Why, he must be ten years older than Mr. Caldicott. But obviously, he liked young teenagers. There was a light in his eyes whenever he gazed at Stacy that told her he'd give a lot to fuck her.

And he wasn't bad looking. He was tall and muscular, and as pleasant natured as his wife was mean. So during the course of her evening's babysitting, Stacy decided to seduce him. He always drove her home afterwards, and sometimes they'd sit talking in her driveway for a while. It shouldn't be too hard, she thought, to have him drive her somewhere quiet for a little extra-special chit-chat.

In fact, it was easy. Everything went as planned. The Hudsons came home. Mrs. Hudson paid Stacy her money without saying more than a word or two to her. And before midnight, Stacy was sitting with Mr. Hudson in his battered Ford as he slowly drove her the five blocks to her house. She gave him her sexiest smile and asked if he would take the long way home. She was too tense and restless to go home right away, she told him.

"Oh yeah? And what do you have to be tense and restless about, little girl?" he smiled.

"Oh, you know, boyfriends and stuff," she said. "I don't know what it is, but somehow the boys my age never seem to satisfy me, you know?"

The car swerved a little to the right as Hudson glanced at her. She'd unbuttoned the top five buttons on her blouse and as she leaned forward her lush tits heaved out. He had a great view of their inner swells and he could see the outline of her nipples against the cotton. This was the first time he could ever recall his babysitter not wearing a bra.

"Teenaged boys don't know how to treat a girl properly. I prefer older men," she teased.

She gazed at him with her huge blue eyes and wet her lips with her pink tongue. She shifted slightly in her seat, letting her skirt ride far up her brown thighs.

"Oh? And how old do you like them?" he asked her, trying to keep his voice steady.

"About your age." she answered frankly. "Tell me, Mr. Hudson, do you ever fantasize about fucking a very young girl?"

The car skidded onto the gravel at the side of the road and he had to right it quickly. They were far beyond Stacy's house now, out in a very quiet part of town. Hudson pulled down a deserted side road and parked under some trees. He left the dash lights on as he turned to face her. He wanted to be able to see the stunning young babysitter clearly.

"I fantasize about it all the time," he admitted. "I've been fantasizing about fucking you for months, little girl."

"Really?" she grinned. She leaned forward some more, and her right tit almost rolled into the open. It was visible nearly to the nipple inside her wide-open blouse.

"But you're so young. I never thought you'd be interested in an old guy like me." he muttered. His mouth watered at the sight of her stunning young tits. He wanted to reach over and touch them, but he hesitated. "How old are you, anyway?"

"I'm old enough to know how to make men hard," Stacy cooed. And she quickly undid the last few buttons on her blouse and peeled it wide open. Both huge tits heaved forward in front of her. For a moment, he was speechless. He'd never seen tits so gorgeous, so big and firm and ripe.

In the dim light, her tits were a rich brown color, and they cast dark shadows across her belly. The nipples looked long enough to hang his hat on.

"Teenage tits," he muttered finally, echoing Mr. Caldicott's phrase. "Girlie, you are one stacked little bitch."

Stacy giggled and moved over next to him on the bench seat. He began feeling her tits, squeezing and caressing them in his hands and tweaking the nipples. He dug his fingers deep into the flesh, almost hurting her. But she loved the mild discomfort. She pressed her hand to his crotch and fingered his cock and balls through his pants. She began opening up his slacks almost at once.

Hudson was sucking her left nipple. At first he took the entire end of her tit into his mouth, areola and all. But soon he backed off and concentrated on her swollen nipple. He chewed gently on the hardened stub and ran his hand over her flat brown belly and into her skirt.

"I'm not wearing any panties," she gasped. "Lift up my skirt and look. I left my panties off – just for you."

He spat out her nipple and glanced into her face. Then he removed his hand from her belly and slid it quickly up her smooth brown thigh. He stuffed his fingers between her legs, and sure enough, where her panties should be, there was nothing but sparse cunt hair. And a pair of very, wet, very greasy pussy lips. He ran his hand up and down against her sweet pussy slit and then slipped a finger inside her cunthole.