Nick Eastwood: Suck show for the sitter

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Darla Adams sat absorbed in a late-night movie on TV, hoping the film would get a lot naughtier than it already was. It was a French movie, but she wasn't bothering to read the subtitles.

The petite teenager was on the edge of her seat as she watched the movie couple, a young man and woman, taking off their clothes. They started kissing and caressing, and Darla shivered with excitement.

Maybe, finally, she was going to learn all about sex.

The movie couple slipped onto a bed, and the action got even hotter. They were really kissing now, sticking their tongues in each other's mouth, and the guy was playing with the girl's tits. Darla felt her own tits swelling with arousal, her nipples going stiff.

The young man ran his hands lower down the girl's sleek body, but the movie didn't show what he was doing. Darla moaned with impatience. She was dying to know what men and women did in bed. The girl in the movie was whimpering with excitement.

Then the camera started moving lower, and Darla saw that the man was touching the girl between her legs. The pretty teen almost slid out of her chair. If the movie went an like this, she'd soon have the answer to all her questions.

Then Darla leaped up with a startled cry as the front door opened. The couple she was babysitting for, Carol and Tom Carter, walked in the door. Carol took one look at the. TV screen and frowned with disapproval.

"Darla, shame on you," she said. "You know you shouldn't be watching stuff like that."

"Oh, I know, Mrs. Carter, I was just about to change the channel," Darla lied.

"Ah, honey, don't be so hard on her," Tom Carter laughed. "It's just natural curiosity."

But Carol wasn't going to change her mind. "Turn the TV off, Darla," she ordered. "It's time you went to bed anyhow."

"Yes, ma'am," Darla sighed. "I'll see you in the morning."

Darla had an arrangement with the Carters to stay over night at their house whenever she babysat. The Carters went off to their room, and Darla made up a bed on the couch. She wished she could watch the rest of that fascinating movie, but she didn't dare. Carol might come to check on her.

Darla changed into her nightie and crawled under the covers, but she didn't feel a bit sleepy. She just felt a weird kind of restlessness, and her virgin pussy was all swollen, hot and steamy. She could never sleep when she felt like that.

She wondered why she got that hot sticky sensation between her thighs every time she thought about sex or saw a cute guy. If only her mother would tell her these things! But Mom was such a prude and so strict! She insisted that only bad girls were interested in the facts of life.

Well, Darla didn't feel like a bad girl, but she was dying of curiosity.

She wondered if the Carters were going to make love tonight. They were a young, attractive couple, very much in love, and they were always kissing and hugging in front of Darla. Maybe they did a lot more than that in the privacy of their room.

Darla slipped off the couch and padded barefoot down the hall. She knew it was wicked to spy, but she just couldn't resist. She had to get the answers to her questions. She reached the door of the master bedroom, dropped to her knees, and peered through the keyhole.

Tom and Carol were taking off their clothes. Carol was down to her bra and panties, and she was standing at the dresser brushing out her long blonde hair. Tom couldn't take his eyes off her as he stepped out of his pants.

"Did you like the movie, honey?" Carol asked.

"Yeah," Tom leered, "but I like you a lot better."

Wearing only his jockey shorts, he crossed the room and stood behind his wife, reaching around her and cupping her fully packed bra. He grinned at her in the mirror, and Carol grinned back, then shook her head.

"My God, you're a sex fiend," she laughed.

"Any objections?" Tom said.

"Mmmmmmnm, no," Carol purred as he squeezed her tits.

Darla was really glad she'd decided to spy. This scene was as good as the movie she'd been watching. Nobody was going to turn the program off, either. She had a hunch she was finally going to get the sex education she craved.

Now Tom was unhooking Carol's bra and slipping it off. Her tits were big and gorgeous. Darla sighed with envy, wishing her own apple-sized tits looked like that. But maybe she still had some growing to do.

Tom grasped the waistband of Carol's panties and started to inch down the little lacy garment. Carol shivered and sighed. He helped her out of her panties and remained on his knees, kissing and playfully nibbling her cute little ass. Carol giggled and set down her hairbrush.

"I bet I know what you want," she said.

"Yeah, and I want it right now," Tom said hoarsely.

He rose, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. Darla was ogling the young wife's body, envying her mature curves and her lush golden cunt bush. Carol really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Tom could hardly wait to get her into bed.

But what were they going to do when they got there? That was the big mystery to Darla. Her parents wouldn't tell her anything about sex, and they'd even forbidden her to take the sex education class at school. In fact they wouldn't even let her date.

So Darla wanted to know a million things.

She watched breathlessly as Tom set Carol down on the king-sized bed. Carol reached up and gabbed his shorts and tugged them down. Darla clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp of surprise.

She'd known men were different from women, but she hadn't known just how some of the older girls at school told her that guys have a thing called a cock. She figured she was looking at one right now.

It was enormous and scary-looking. The thick slab of meat stuck out stiffly from Tom's lower belly. It was bulging with blue veins and dripping cream. He stepped out of his shorts, and Carol wrapped her fingers around his cock and started pumping it, smearing the cream over his meat.

"Mmmmmm, you have such a beautiful prick, honey," she sighed.

So that thing had another name? Darla was storing up every bit of information she could get. In the fall, when she went back for her senior year of high school, her parents were finally going to let her date and she wanted to be ready.

As Carol petted Tom's prick or cock or whatever it was, he got kind of flushed and began to breathe loudly and harshly. He seemed impatient. Finally he just rolled onto the bed, rolling Carol with him, and he ended up half on top of her.

"You're driving me wild, baby," he growled. "If you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked."

Carol just giggled, but Darla turned red. She'd heard the word fuck before, and she'd seen it written on walls all over town. She knew it was a very naughty word. She just didn't know how exactly what it meant.

Now Tom was saying that he was going to do it to Carol, and she didn't seem upset about it. Just the opposite. She put her arms around his neck and started kissing him, sticking her tongue in his mouth. She arched her body and rubbed her pretty golden cunt bush against his cock.

Darla didn't understand much of what was happening, yet it was making her hotly excited. Her virgin cuntslit was so swollen and hot, it ached. She had a strong urge to touch herself there.

She'd had that urge many times before, but she'd remembered her mother's stern warning never to touch herself between the legs. It was evil and dirty, Mom said. But Darla wondered why she wanted to do it so badly. Her every instinct was urging her to do it.