Nick Eastwood - That hot sucking sitter

He took off his thick glasses to get his T-shirt over his head, and she noticed that without them, he was nice-looking. His body was nice, too, tall and lean and hard. She watched eagerly as he peeled off his jeans, then his jockey shorts. Was his cock starting to stiffen? She couldn't be sure.

"There," he said defiantly.

"Nice," she said, ogling him. "Let's sit down."

Before he could answer, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the couch with her, cuddling up close. She put her hand on his leg and stroked it. She rubbed one hot satiny tit against his arm. Paul gawked at her. It was so obvious that he'd never even been near a girl before.

"Do you date much, Paul?" Roni purred.

"No," he said, blushing again, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

"What kind of thing?" she asked. "Sex? Making out?"

He blushed harder. "Right," he said. "I've got more important things to do."

"I bet you don't," she said. "I bet you just don't think you could ever score with a girl."

He hung his head and said sheepishly, "Yeah, that's true. I mean, what girl would wants go out with me?"

"Lots of girls might want to go out with you, Paul, if you just learned to turn them on," Roni said gently. "Want me to show you how?"

"Oh, wow, would you?" he cried. "Gosh, Roni, I'd love to know how to get girls excited."

"Well, you came to the right person," she said. "Let's get rid of these damned books."

She started to move the pile of books from the couch, but Paul just kicked them off onto the rug. Then Roni grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and kissed him. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and ground her pussy against his cock. In about one second flat his prick became huge and hard as a rock.

Roni creamed furiously. Twenty-four hours had passed since her last fuck, and she was aching to feel a nice stiff cock in her pussy. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his prick and started pumping. As they broke their kiss, he shivered at her touch, then sighed. "Small, isn't it?" he sighed.

"Are you kidding?" Roni asked, stroking his seven-incher. "It's big. It's nice. I'd really like you to fuck me, Paul."

"You're kidding," he groaned. "You're putting me on, Roni. You have to be."

"Oh, no, I'm not, honey," she said, "and I'm gonna prove it right now."

Her plan had been to teach him how to neck and do foreplay, but that could wait. She just had to take his stiff cock into her seething pussy hole. She plugged the fat head of his prick into the juicy opening, then let go. Paul was shaking with excitement as he realized that he was about to lose his cherry.

"Go ahead, honey, push," Roni moaned.

He pushed hard. She moaned in ecstasy as his steel-stiff prick crammed her and butted up against her womb. "Ohhhhh, shit, yessss," she wailed, creaming all over his deeply-buried boner. "Now fuck me, Paul, fuck me good and hard."

"I-I'm not sure how to fuck, Roni," he said.

"Just do what feels best, baby," she told him. "Move your cock the way you want to."

That was good advice. Paul just went with his natural horny instincts and started hammering his stiff prick into her good and hard. He fucked her fast, and each deep rough thrust gave her a hit of pleasure that made her squeal and cream. She clung to him and rubbed her clit against his sawing shaft.

"Ooooooo, yeah, unnnhhhhh," she moaned. "Is it okay, Roni?" he panted. "Am I fucking you all right?"

"Oh, yeah, honey, it's great," she gurgled, "just keep doing to me that way, make me come."

Paul swelled with pride. It was only his first fuck, and already he was driving this gorgeous "older woman" wild with the deep thrusts of his stiff cock. He was fulfilling his deepest and most secret fantasy of himself. Paul didn't really think of himself as a bookworm. He thought of himself as a stud.

"Awwwwww, shit yeah," he groaned.

As he hammered his iron-hard cock in the babysitter's steamy slick cunt, he knew he was where he really belonged. He belonged here, not in a library. He didn't care if he ever cracked another book. He wanted to die fucking. He wanted to take an advanced degree in sex. Nothing else in the world could be as great as this.

Roni would have agreed with that last thought. Eyes closed, all other sensations blotted out, and she concentrated on the sharp stabs of pleasure she was getting as Paul hammered his rigid teenage cock into her hot and hungry fuck hole. She was so horny, it was going to be a snap to come. But she wasn't in a hurry.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Paul, fuck my pussy good and hard," she wailed.

Paul didn't want to rush, either, but he was dangerously close to coming. "Ohhhhh, fuck, Roni, I'm gonna shoot my load," he warned.

"Try to hold off for a couple more seconds," she urged hoarsely. "I'll come with you."

"Right," he groaned.

He gritted his teeth and hammered his cock into her, out of control. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and his prick made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick cream from her box. Roni arched her body up and rubbed her swollen joy button against his pistoning shaft. The red-hot friction brought her off in no time at all.

"Ohhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, ohhhhhh!" she wailed.

"Awwwwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Paul howled.

Roni gurgled in ecstasy as he pistoned his boiling load into her cunt. Her delicious climax went on and on. Yet even as she began to come down from it, she knew that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough for her tonight, not nearly enough.

She seemed extra lusty fat some reason. She wanted to go on fucking all night.

Luckily she had a very horny teenage boy at her service. Now that he'd experienced fucking, Paul could hardly wait to try it again. He didn't roll off her when he finished shooting his load. He just stayed in the saddle and went on pumping his hips till his prick swelled into readiness again. It didn't take long.

"Can we do it again, please, Roni?" he panted.

"Mmmmmm, I'd love to, Paul," she cooed, "but let's do it a different way this time, okay?"

"Whatever you want," he said adoringly.

He would have done it upside down, in the front yard, or on the moon if she'd asked him to, just as long as he could fuck her again. Now he rolled off her, and she got up and stood by the arm of the couch. She leaned forward, braced her hands on the arm, and spread her legs, sticking her cute little ass out.

"Do it to me from behind, Paul," she invited huskily.

"Yeah, all right," he leered.

He hurried around behind her, his stiff cock wagging lewdly. Grasping her slim hips, he socked the fat purple head of his prick between the fur-fringed lips of her pussy slit and into the molten tunnel of her cunt. As his iron-hard cock dug deep, both horny kids groaned in ecstasy, and Roni creamed thickly all over Paul's prick. He shoved it into her till only his balls were showing.

"Ahhhhhh, yeah," he moaned, "it's so fuckin' hot and nice."

"Mmmmmm, I love the way your cock feels in me, Paul," she gurgled. "Fuck me good and hard now, honey. I love it that way."

"You got it," he said eagerly.

He started hammering it to her, fucking her hard and fast. He liked this position because he could watch his cock in action, pistoning in and out between her widely stretched cunt lips and forcing out her cream. That really made him feel like the stud of his fantasies. It also helped that Roni was squealing with delight as he fucked her.

"Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, give it to me hard," she cried, "fuck my brains out, Paul."

She was congratulating herself for going ahead with the evening as she'd planned it. Even when it looked like Paul was the last kid on earth she could have seduced, she'd given it a try. The results were well worth the effort. The kid could fuck as good as anybody. In fact by the end of the summer he'd be fantastic.