Nick Eastwood - Suck show for the sitter

That did it for Tom. He didn't have any mind left. His body took over, and he hammered his prick into her hard, and fast. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and the couch began to shake and creak.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yessss," Darla sobbed. A few minutes ago she wouldn't have been able to take this heavy pounding, but now she craved it. She wasn't afraid of his cock any more, she was wild for it. She creamed furiously and jerked her hips hard.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!" she wailed.

"Unnnnhhhh, Jesus, honey, I can't last much longer," Tom groaned.

But he knew he'd hold out till he got the job done. He'd see that the frantically horny girl got off. He fucked into her deep and hard, rubbing his stiff cockshaft rapidly over her clit. She stiffened for a second, gasped, and then began to writhe and shake beneath him.

"Ooooooooooh, Tom, it's happening, I'm cominggggg!" she wailed. "Ohhhhh, yesssss, whaahhhhhh!"

She was howling so loud, he thought she might wake Carol and the kids, so he kissed her to muffle the sounds. Her cunt was having hard, hot spasms around his cock, sucking and squeezing it, and he gave a muffled bellow and started hammering his load into her.

"Unnnhhhh, unnnggghhhh!" he cried.

Darla took her first load of jizz with ecstatic whimpers. She came and came, the hardest climax she'd had so far. When it was finally over, Tom kissed her and rolled off her, reaching for his clothes.

"Okay, brat, you got what you wanted," he grinned. "I hope you're not sorry."

"Oh, wow, no," Darla gurgled.

She wasn't at all sorry, and she could hardly wait to do it again.

The next night Darla was babysitting for Kim and Bob Warner, and there was only one thing on her mind. Would she get a chance to come on to Bob?

She didn't feel like a husband-snatcher or anything. She didn't want to take away anybody's husband. She just wanted to borrow Bob for an hour.

She waited for the Warners to come back from the movies, and she didn't even bother to turn on the television set. She was reliving every exciting second of her experience with Tom Carter and getting horny out of her mind.

Darla had to laugh now to think that she'd been afraid of fucking. Now that she'd actually done it, she sure wasn't scared any more. She could hardly wait to do it again – but that depended on Bob being available and willing.

At last she heard the Warners' car pulling into the driveway. Her eager pussy was hot as fire, and she'd been creaming heavily as she thought about getting laid again. She smiled as the couple walked in the door.

"Hi," she chirped, "have a nice time?"

"Yeah, good movie," Bob said. "How'd it go with the kids? They give you any trouble?"

"Oh, no," Darla said. "They were good."

"Fine," Kim said, yawning. "Well, I guess we all better go to bed. It's late."

"Yeah, good night, Darla," Bob said.

"Good night," Darla sighed.

She'd been hoping Bob would stay up, but no such luck. He followed Kim down the hall to their bedroom and closed the door. The horny babysitter could have screamed with frustration.

Well, she couldn't get lucky every night. And even if she couldn't have fun with Bob, she could spy. She tiptoed down the hall and knelt at the door of the master bedroom. She peeked through the keyhole, hoping for a good show.

Kim was fumbling out of her clothes and yawning. Bob was watching her with frankly lusty eyes. When she was down to her bra and panties, he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her, cupping her tits.

"I could hardly wait to get home and get you into bed," he rasped.

Kim turned to face him. "Oh, honey, I know you're horny," she said gently, "but I'm so tired. Could we wait till tomorrow morning? It'd be a lot better for me then."

"Yeah, sure, honey," Bob sighed, releasing her. "I guess I'll stay up awhile and read."

"Okay, good night," Kim said, heading for the bed.

She discarded her bra and panties on the way, not even bothering to pick them up. As she slipped naked into bed, Bob looked ready to groan with frustration. But he didn't say anything, just walked quietly toward the door.

Darla went racing back to the living room and switched on the TV. She had to pretend she'd been there all the time. The Warners would be furious if they knew she'd been spying on them. A moment later Bob walked into the room.

"Oh, good, Darla, you're still up," he said. "I wanted to watch TV, too."

"I hope it's okay," Darla said. "I know Mrs. Warner said to go to bed."

"Oh, she's just extra tired tonight for some reason," Bob said, joining Darla on the couch. "Anything good on?"

Darla glanced at the screen for the first time. It was a late, late sexy movie, like the one she'd been watching at the Carters' the other night. A young couple were rolling around on a big bed, kissing and pawing each other. They were in their underwear.

"This looks interesting," Darla grinned. "Yeah, it does," Bob chuckled. He didn't notice Darla inching closer to him.

She scooted so close that she could feel the heat of his body. Bob was glued to the tube, watching the screen couple making love. The boy took off the girl's bra, and Bob began breathing harder. Then the boy started molding and squeezing the girl's pretty ripe tits.

"Oh, wow, I didn't know this stuff was on TV," Bob said.

"Only very late at night," Darla grinned.

Pretty soon the screen couple took off the rest of their clothes, only the camera was careful not to show everything. The boy rolled on top of the girl, and his ass started knotting and jerking. The girl moaned and clung to him.

"Holy shit!" Bob breathed. "I can't believe they're showing this. I mean, those people are actually fucking."

Then he looked at Darla. She was sitting thigh-to-thigh with him, grinning, and her stiff nipples showed through her bra and T-shirt. Bob slowly turned red.

"Jesus," he said, "what's the matter with me? You shouldn't be watching this stuff. You're just a kid."

He jumped up and switched off the set. While he was doing that, Darla discarded her bra and T-shirt and started wriggling out of her jeans. Now was the moment to strike. Bob was horny, his wife was asleep, and Darla was alone with him.

"Sorry about that," he said.

He turned to look at the babysitter again, and his mouth dropped open. Darla was sitting right where he'd left her, only now she wasn't wearing anything but a tiny pair of bikini panties. His eyes swept helplessly over her petite nubile body.

"We don't have to watch a movie to have fun, Bob," the girl purred.

"Darla, what in hell?" he exclaimed.

Darla grabbed him and pulled him down on the couch. She slid onto his lap and snaked her arms around his peck. He was still in shock when she planted her mouth on his and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips.

The big man shuddered and gave a muffled groan as her hot little tongue explored his mouth. Darla wriggled her firm little ass around in his lap and felt his cock start to swell. So far, so good. She just hoped she had the same luck as with Tom.

Gradually Bob collected his wits and tried to pry her arms from around his neck. She wouldn't budge. He wrenched his mouth away from hers and stared at her. He seemed confused, and that was just the way she wanted him.

"Honey, this isn't like you," he said hoarsely. "You're such a nice little girl."

"I'm growing up, Bob," Darla smiled. "I'm not a little kid any more. Haven't you noticed?"

Bob turned red. As a matter of fact, he had noticed. Darla had been babysitting for the Warners for years, and he'd observed her body maturing. He'd developed a secret letch for her. But he'd never dreamed the feeling was natural.

"Well, honey," he said with an awkward laugh, "I guess you are growing up, but I'm a married man, and I can't get involved in something like this."