Jeff Collins: Horny loving babysitter

"God, Mandy, go give him a little. He's insatiable! It's dark in there… he'll never know it isn't me."

Mandy could see the door to the bedroom standing open about a foot. The closer she got to the room, the wetter her cunt got.

By the shaft of light from the hall she could see Tommy's long, muscular body lying nude on the bed. A look approaching pain was on his face. His teeth were biting his lower lip as his hand worked furiously at pumping the shaft of his cock.

Mandy sighed when she saw his prick. His cock was shorter than Phil's, but it was nearly twice as thick. His big hand barely encircled its shaft.

She moved quickly into the room, closing the door behind her. Both their bodies were only silhouettes in the near-darkness.

"I thought you were never comming back honey. Look, I'm sorry I hurt you. I won't do it again, I promise. I ache for your sweet pussy, I really do."

He thought she was Madeline. Mandy smiled to herself in the darkness. For some reason the idea of her deception added thrills to what she was about to do… Without answering him, she moved across the floor and slipped into the bed beside him.

The feel of his body against hers quickened the flow of juices in her cunt. She could feel them as they escaped her pussy and soaked her cuntlips. She moved harder against him and encircled his cock with her hand, pulling him on top of her. Spreading her, ample thighs under his hips, she guided his prick to the furry mat that partially covered her pussyslit.

She sighed at the size of his cockshaft. Carefully, she nuzzled his cockhead up and down between her cuntal lips, ending at her clit. She spread her legs wider apart and gyrated his hardness around and around her tiny, pulsating fuck bud.

"Ohhhh," she groaned, her mind on fire with the anticipation of his prick.

"Damn, that feels good. Let me, put it in, honey. Let's fuck some more."

"Yes, yes," she mumbled, her voice low, throaty, the words barely understandable.

She moved his cockhead down until it was directly in line with the entrance to her pussy hole. She wriggled her ass from side to side, lifting her hips slightly, until his huge cockhead split the lips of her cunt. She groaned with joy at the suddenly different sensation his cock gave her pussy.

"Now," she moaned, her voice again barely more than a whisper in her throat.

Slowly his hips began a circular motion, moving forward a fraction of an inch with each completed circle. Even though there was absolutely no resistance from Mandy, as his prick entered her easily, it felt as though the lips and walls of her cunt were being spread so far that they would be ripped apart.

His cock seemed to have a life of its own as it leapt and throbbed. He could feel the sticky juices of her willing pussy coating his prick like a glove.

Then he was fully inside her, his crotch grinding against hers in an up-and-down motion. He reached under her head and cupped the fleshy softness of her asscheeks with his hand.

Suddenly her whole body responded to his impaling cock. She became a coordinated mass of pulsing flesh. She was coming. She could feel it.

"Oh, ohhhh, shit, shit!" she groaned, loving the shock, beating a tattoo on his ass with her heels and grinding her clit against him. Mewling sounds erupted from her throat as she bounced her swollen tits against his chest and tore like a frenzied wildcat at his back with her nails.

"Are ya comin' already, honey? Is it good? Is it, huh?" Tommy gasped, his mind filled with the wildness and passion that seemed to surge from her body.

Mandy answered him with her body instead of her voice. Her come had been good, almost complete in the wild sensations it had caused all through her body. But it was only the beginning and she let him know it. She tightened her thighs and wound her legs tightly around his hips. She lowered her own hips and ass into the mattress until his cock was barely inside her cunt. Then she drove her hips upward like an avenging pile driver, impaling herself completely on the hugeness of his fuckpole.

He responded in kind, tightening his ass and ramming his prick in and out of her sopping cunt. With his hands he kneaded her bouncing tits as though he were trying to tear them from her chest.

Her head flew from side to side on the pillow, her long hair flying against his head and shoulders. She felt a scream erupting in her throat. She bit her lip until she tasted blood. Her hips came alive as they pounded her cunt over his willing, thrusting prickmeat.

"It's good. Oh shit, it's good, so good!" Tommy wailed, feeling his balls slapping against her asshole.

Mandy came again, the joy of it shaking her whole body down to the very marrow of her bones. And still she didn't stop. Her brain was on fire with the heat of the prick in her cunt. She went faster, pounding his cock even harder, trying to urge him to match her rhythms.

When he didn't, she rolled him over and straddled him. Up, down, went her ass, pounding him into the mattress until he could only lie beneath her, enjoying the sudden fury of sex that had captured her.

Her mind continued screaming at her: fuck! Suck! Sex! Cock! Cunt! This was what she had longed for all the time. This was happiness. This was freedom, kicks, everything.

Sweat and cunt juice flowed from her body, soaking both of them, as again she had an orgasm. This time he matched her, his cock swelling, his cockhead throbbing with a heat that seemed to sear the far inner walls of her cunt.

"Ohhhh, it's good, fantastic. I can feel it clear up to my throat," she panted, tears staining her cheeks. "Don't stop! Oh, God, don't stop!"

In answer, his lips searched hers and he kissed her hard and demandingly. Her mouth answered his with equal fervor. She rolled her moist, warm tongue against him as he filled her body with his cock. It made a wet smacking sound as it slid in and out of her sopping, wanting hole.

Both their bodies began to perspire profusely as they frantically pursued each other. Her hips were insistent as they pounded against his. Her hairy cunt lips seemed like two wet claws as they squirmed and struggled to keep his rigid hardness deep inside her body.

Harder and harder, her body come forward, meeting each and every one of his pounding thrusts. He shoved against her, and when he knew he could go no further, when he felt her rock-hard pelvis directly against his own bone, he set himself hard against her and moved slowly, hips gyrating with precision in order to bring her to her fullest peak of satisfaction. She countered by matching his rhythm and motion with her own hips, and letting him know the pleasure he gave her by moans and little gasps from her throat.

His cock was good. It felt very big and full, as Barney's had been, in her cunt. But the power, the emotion, and the need behind it, were far different, far better.

"I love it," she sighed. "I love fucking!"

"I love it, too," Tommy panted.

She relaxed in the feeling of her own juices pouring out from around his prick and sliding down over her taut asscheeks. Her eyes were open, but they seemed to see nothing as they stared right through him, finding their point of concentration in some dim vista far beyond their straining, tormented bodies. Her convulsive movements quickened and her back arched even more to send her soaking pussy even harder against him. He sensed her complete arousal, and held himself in check until she could attain fulfillment along with him.

But it did no good. He was coming. He couldn't stop it.

He thrust his hips forward with all the pent-up passion she had built within him. He felt her softness close around him, driving him to a quick peak of passion.

Mandy sensed it, and quickened the rhythm of her hips to bring herself to the same white heat that comes just before fulfillment.