Nick Eastwood - That hot sucking sitter

"Oooo, honey, fuck me good," she squealed, "fuck me real hard now."

In a way she was saying it to both father and son. She was saying it to Gary, to get him to fuck her harder and faster, but she was also saying it to Greg so he could get a good jack-off fantasy going. It seemed to work. His eyes got glassy with lust, and he started pumping his cock like crazy.

Of course all this lime Gary had no idea that his son was watching them. He had his eyes closed in bliss and was fucking away like there was nobody in the world but him and the hot cunted babysitter. Roni grinned wickedly at Greg, and he leered back, enjoying the kinky situation just as much as she did. The three of them hurtled toward orgasm.

"Unnnnhhhh, honey, I'm almost there," Roni panted. "Oh, stilt, am I gonna come."

That spurred Gary to pull out all stops and fuck into her like a pile driver, making the couch creak. It also spurred his son to jerk himself off. Clamping his jaws together to keep from moaning with excitement, Greg pumped his prick with lightning speed. A second later, thick wads of jizz began to fly from his cock.

On some crazy impulse Roni opened her mouth wide, and Greg aimed his squirting prick in that direction. She got a pretty good mouthful of his come. It made her so excited that she started coming, too, her cunt going into spasm around Gary's jerking cock. That squeezing action brought him off hard.

"Unnnnhhhh, shit, yessss, I'm coming!" Roni moaned.

"Take my load, baby, unnnngggghhhh!" Gary gasped.

"Unnnngggghhhh!" Greg groaned.

Luckily his gasp of release was drowned out by his father's groans, and when Roni looked up again, the boy was gone, having slipped silently back to his room. She couldn't help grinning about the cool way he'd snuck up on them and gotten off. She'd have to tell Greg how that had aroused her, next time she babysit with him.

But meanwhile it was on to other adventures, or so Roni hoped. The next night she'd babysitting for some new people, and they had a teenage son. It sounded like the perfect setup for her.

Roni could hardly hide her disappointment. It was the next evening, and she'd reported to her new babysitting job with the Preston family, only to find that the teenage son, Paul, was a total nerd.

It had sounded like a golden opportunity for her. She was going to be alone all evening with the Prestons' only child, a high school student. Of course he'd be perpetually horny, like most adolescent boys, and it would be a piece of cake to seduce him. Or so Roni had thought. Now she was discovering just how wrong she'd been. Paul was tail, skinny, awkward, and incredibly bashful. He wore thick horn-rimmed glasses and, went around clutching a book at all times. He didn't watch TV or hang out with other kids. He studied. It was summer vacation, and he still studied. He took one look at Roni when they were introduced, turned beet red, then curled up with a book.

"You won't have any trouble with Paul," Mrs. Preston said as she and her husband prepared to leave.

"No, ma'am, I don't imagine I will," Roni said gloomily.

She watched them drive away, then turned to look at Paul. Just possibly he was the perfect little gentleman around his folks but turned into a mischief-maker when they left. No such luck, however. He was still sitting stiffly in a chair, his nose in a big thick book. Roni wondered how she was going to get through the evening without dying of boredom and horniness.

One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to just sit there and watch Paul read. She walked over to the TV set and switched it on. "I hope you don't mind, Paul," she said, "but I'm not much of a reader."

The kid gave an exasperated sigh, got up, and said, "Well if you're going to have the TV on, I'm going to the basement to study. I can't concentrate with that thing going."

He stalked off, lugging a pile of books. Roni stared after him. She'd never sat for a kid like him before, and suddenly she felt challenged. There had to be a way to get to him. After all, he was human and male and young. Deep down inside, he must have some interest in sex.

She intended to find out. She turned off the TV and found the stairs to the basement. She discovered that the basement had been turned into a large recreation room, which was very attractive. It had wall-to-wall carpeting, nice comfortable furniture, and a fireplace. She found Paul lounging on the couch before the fire with his inevitable book.

He looked annoyed when she appeared. "I thought you were going to watch TV," he said.

"I changed my mind," Roni replied. "I decided to hang out with you instead."

"Well, I don't wanta hang out," he snapped. "I have a lot of studying to do."

"Aw come off it, Paul," Roni said with a wicked grin, "there's not gonna be any school for almost three months. You don't have to study. I think you're just afraid of girls."

"Bullshit," he cried, "I am not."

But he was blushing like crazy, and Roni knew she was on to something. "I bet you are," she taunted, "and I'm gonna prove it. I bet you can't just go on reading that book while I take my clothes off."

"What?" Paul gasped, turning even redder. "You heard me," Roni leered. "Now if that studying is so important to you, just go ahead and do it. Don't pay any attention to me."

He lowered his eyes to the book.

Grinning fiendishly, Roni began to strip. She stepped out of her sandals, then let her jeans drop. Paul's eyes flickered upward for just a second, then down again. Roni took off her T-shirt and dropped it on the floor right in front of him. He glanced at it and blushed.

Next came the bra. She unsnapped it, drew it off, and tossed it onto the couch, right beside him. He looked down at it and got redder than she'd thought a human being could get. She stood there hands an hips, thrusting her chest forward and showing off her luscious high-riding tits. Paul looked up at her and froze.

It was obviously the first time he'd seen real naked tits. He stared and stared. He seemed to stop breathing. His eyes got huge. Roni drew closer to give him a better look at the creamy skinned globes and her little strawberry-colored nipples.

She let him go on staring. At least she had his attention. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her little bikini panties and started slowly inching them down. Paul's eyes dropped from her tits to her lower belly. He watched the gradual emergence of her little dark bush.

He made a kind of croaking nose, and his eyes got even bigger. He started breathing again, loudly and harshly. Sure enough, he was human. He did have an interest in girls. Now the question was, could Roni entice him into an evening of fun? She sure hoped so, because she was starting to feel very, very horny.

She turned around and popped the panties dawn over her cute little ass. She let him stare for a moment, then turned and faced him again. She let the panties slither down her nice long legs, and then she kicked them away. Standing there stark naked, she let the panting teenager ogle her body.

"Like what you see, Paul?" she purred.

He made that croaking noise again. Then he cleared his throat and said with as much dignity as he could muster, "This is very naughty of you, Roni. You'd better put your clothes back on, or I'm going to have to tell my parents about this."

The little prick, Roni thought. However, she went on smiling and said, "Aha, I was right. You really are scared of girls."

"I am not," Paul answered indignantly.

"Then prove it," she said. "Take off your clothes. I bet you're too chicken. I bet you're too scared of me to do it."

"Of course I'm not," he said loftily.

He closed his book, stood up, and started to undress. All the while his hands were shaking and he was blushing like crazy. Roni felt sorry for him. He had to prove he wasn't chicken, but he was dying of mortification as he stripped in front of a girl for the very first time.