Nick Eastwood - That hot sucking sitter

"Harder, baby, really give it to me," she moaned.

We responded instantly, fucking her so hard that she had to grip the couch arm tight to keep from being knocked over. But his roughness didn't bother her a bit. She craved it. She needed a long, hard fucking tonight. Somehow the more she fucked, the more she wanted and needed.

"Ohhhhh, honey, yessss," she moaned, "that's so fuckin' good, don't stop."

"I won't, Roni," he panted. "I'll fuck you as long as you want, anytime you want."

That was nice to know, and it was even nicer to realize that she could get the same service from Greg or Willie and maybe even from their dads. She definitely wasn't going to go horny this summer. In fact, she might have a problem juggling all her lovers, but it was the kind of problem she welcomed.

Paul was fucking her faster and faster, making her slim body shudder with the impact. She could have come at any second, but she greedily prolonged the pleasure and excitement, holding back on her climax. She had a feeling Paul was doing the same thing. The two lusty teens were threatening to fuck each other to death.

"Ooooooo, shit, don't ever stop," Roni sobbed, "fuck me forever, Paul, I love it."

Paul could hardly even talk by then, he was so excited and blissed-out. He'd never expected to lose his virginity as long as he lived, yet here he was not even out of high school and already fucking. He was fucking the sexy babysitter and making her howl and sob with pleasure. It sure beat reading a book.

"Just a little more, honey, I'm gonna come," Roni whimpered. "Give it to me as hard as you can, cream me."

Paul gave a lusty growl and went into high gear. Between his panting and groaning, and Roni's shrill cries of ecstasy, they didn't hear the car puffing into the driveway and someone entering the house. Roni and Paul weren't aware of anything at that moment but the ecstasy of coming.

"Unnnhhhh, Paul, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" the babysitter wailed.

"Unnnhhh, stilt, take my load, unnggghhh!" Paul roared.

It was almost a minute before they opened their eyes again, a full minute before the delicious spasms stopped shaking their bodies. Then they looked up, blinked, and looked again. Paul's father, George Preston, was standing not five feet away, watching them.

"Dad," Paul squeaked, "what are you doing here?"

"I live here, son," George said dryly. "Do you suppose the three of us can talk?"

Paul gave his father a classic shit-eating grin and staggered backwards, his dripping cock slipping from the babysitter's come-filled cunt.

"But I don't understand, Dad," he said. "You and Mom just left. I thought you were going to a party."

"Your mother got a headache," George said. "Now, both of you, sit. We need to talk."

The kids didn't know what else to do, so they sat on the couch, and George pulled up a chair and sat facing them. He was just opening his mouth to speak, when Mrs. Preston called out to him from the top of the basement stairs.

"George?" she cried. "Are the kids down there? What's going on?"

"They're, uh, playing a game, Gladys," George called back. "I think I might join them. You just go take care of that headache, all right?"

"All right, dear," Gladys replied, "I'll just go on to bed, then."

They heard the door close, and they all breathed a sigh of relief. "Gee, Dad, thanks a million for not telling Mom on us," Paul said.

"No point in telling her," George said. "She'd just get hysterical. But maybe now we can discuss things."

He sounded very serious and in charge, but Roni noticed that the fly of his pants was bulging a little. She wondered how long he'd spied on them before confronting them. Long enough to get excited, that was for sure. And that meant that instead of scolding them, he'd probably rather get in on the fun.

Roni liked that idea a lot. George Preston was a very attractive guy in his thirties, burly and dark-haired and powerfully muscled. His adult male body turned her on like crazy. He had his shirt open at the neck, and she could see the thick dark hairs of his chest. She wanted to see the rest of him, too.

"You kids are kinda young to be doing something like this," he was saying.

"Mr. Preston," Roni put in, "I'm ready for college. That's not too young. And I can tell you, Paul isn't too young to fuck, either."

As she said the word "fuck", he leaned toward her, his eyes lighting up. "Oh?" he said. "And just who seduced whom?"

"I seduced your son," Roni admitted without any embarrassment. "I felt he was ready, and I was so horny I could hardly stand it."

George's fly swelled up even bigger. "Just how horny are you, Roni?" he asked.

"Very, very horny," she said, looking him right in the eye. "I don't know what's with me tonight, but I just can't seem to get enough."

"Well, then, maybe Paul and I can help you out," George leered. "What do you say, son?"

"Oh, yeah, Dad," Paul beamed, "that sounds great."

"I like the idea a lot myself," George grinned. "We can go into the guest room over there."

He led the way to the basement bedroom, which had a king-size bed in it. Just as he was about to close the door, however, they heard Mrs. Preston calling again from the top of their stairs.

"George," she said, "I almost forgot – will you pay the babysitter and take her home?"

"Yes, dear," George called impatiently. "But Roni's going to stay a little while, till we finish this, er, Monopoly game. You just go on to bed and relax, okay?"

"All right," Gladys called. "Good night."

"Good night," George called, then added under his breath, "For good, I hope."

They all went into the guest bedroom, and George quickly took off his clothes. Roni watched in lusty fascination. George was the most virile-looking and powerfully built man she'd encountered yet. She watched breathlessly as he peeled his shorts down over his hardon, and then her eyes got huge. The guy was hung like a horse.

There was an envious sigh from Paul, and then they all climbed onto the bed. "Had a chance to learn much yet, son?" George asked.

"Not really, Dad," the boy said. "We were just getting started when you showed up."

"I was going to show him how to turn girls on," Roni said, "but we didn't get a chance. I was too greedy, I wanted to fuck him first."

"I'm sure Paul forgives you for that," George said dryly. "We'll continue his lessons now. On your back, honey."

Roni lay back on a pile of pillows, bent her knees and opened her legs wide. To her delight, George crawled between them and brought his face within an inch of her glistening wet gash. She writhed with anticipation when she felt his hot breath tickling the sensitive flesh of her pussy.

"Son, pay close attention," George said. "This is how to get a girl really turned on. It's called pussy eating."

"Go ahead, Dad, I'm watching," Paul said eagerly.

The boy knelt as close as he could, and he watched intently as his father prepared to reveal the big secret of how to get girls to fuck. Paul had always been a good student, and he intended to do everything right in this course. He wanted to learn how to seduce girls more than he'd ever wanted to learn English or math.

George stuck out his tongue and started lashing the thick slab of hot wet meat over Roni's slit. She squealed with delight, got flushed all over, and her pretty face twisted into a horny grimace. Thick hot cream spurted from her little cunt mouth, and George licked it up and gobbled it.

"Oooooo, shit, yesssss," Roni moaned, "I love it, George, don't stop."

Paul watched in wonder. Just a few strokes from his dad's tongue and the babysitter was going wild with excitement. It was like instant horniness. George lashed his tongue all over the tender pink flesh of Roni's gash, lathering it with his hot spit. She went completely melting and submissive, loving everything he did to her. This was definitely a skill Paul wanted to learn.