David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

James was busy.

"Well!" he said, as he stepped into the room.

Belinda blushed bright red, realizing that there could be little doubt as to what she had been doing.

Belinda hid her face in her hands – but made no attempt to cover her cum-filled cunt, which showed something about the girl's sense of priorities.

She pecked through her splayed fingers.

James, she saw, was grinning.

And there was a gigantic lump in the front of his trousers that did not fit in with his accusing tone.

Belinda realized, to her relief, that his discovery had made the handsome fellow horny, rather than angry.

He said, "I suppose you fuck men?"

"Well – yes," she whispered. "My God! At your age!"

She lowered her hands and stared directly at the aroused man. She even grinned, and her blush was rapidly fading.

Belinda knew about men. She said, "It was your fault, anyhow."

"My fault?"

He had moved close to the girl.

"Because you flashed your cock at me, earlier. That was what made me so horny."

James was pleased and proud.

"It was such a big, hard, lovely cock," she said.

"That was an accident."

She kept a level gaze and said, "Well, maybe and maybe not – but accidents can make a girl as horny as anything else. And then – I was in the hallway, upstairs, when your wife was sucking your cock and drinking your cum."

James gasped.

"You naughty little voyeur!" he cried.

But then he laughed and said, "Still – I was watching through the window."

"I guess we're both naughty, huh?"

"It looks that way," he admitted.

She said, "And your telephone, doesn't work – so I couldn't call my boy friend and I simply had to have something because I was so hot."

"That's understandable," he said.

Belinda giggled.

"Boy! If you'd got here a little sooner you'd have thought I was even naughtier!"

James was wondering what on earth she could mean.

"Um-hum. I did a real naughty thing."

"What was that?" he asked, his voice rasping and his prick wallowing around in his pants like a ship on a stormy sea, battered by raging waves of lust.

"Of course, I would have much rather sucked a man's cock, given a choice. Like, say – your cock."

Her eyes shifted down to his groin.

"I'm not full yet," she said.

James staggered. So much blood had rushed into his prick that he was lightheaded.

"I'll bet you've got an awful lot of sweet jism stored up in your balls," said the baby-sitter. "I'll bet it would be ever so much nicer."

He staggered again – but by design, this time, so that he moved closer to the girl.

"Want me to blow you, then?" she asked. James couldn't speak. He felt as dumb and his lust was as bestial.

He nodded.

"Okay," she said, happily. "Come here, Mr. Jenkins – let me take your prick out for you."

I must be dreaming, thought James.

But he knew damned well that, if he was, it was going to be a wet dream.

He stood with his shoulders thrown back, grimacing with passion and pushing his pelvis out towards the girl. She was smiling impishly, delighted with this turn of events. Having already seen his prick, both when he flashed it and while his wife was sucking it, the nymphette knew it was lots bigger than Tommy's, for that matter – and that it was going to provide a lovely mouthful for her.

She was already smacking her lips. With a cuntful of cum, she was hungry for a mouthful to complement it. She pulled his zipper down and reached in. His prick felt like a heated bar of iron in her hand and she played with it for a moment before she hauled it out.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," she whispered. She dragged his cock from his fly and took her hand away for a moment, so that she could look at the big rod in all its glory. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the flaring knob standing just before her face. Belinda knew a lot about young men's cocks, and loved them, but this was a cock of a different color, a massive, thundering tool.

James pushed his hips forward, shoving his cock into the baby-sitter's smiling face.

The blunt, purple knob bumped into her cheek and, tilting her head, she kissed the tip. Her sweet lips parted softly around that huge hunk of cockhead.

James stared down, watching it.

It occurred to him that he ought to feel a bit embarrassed. Filled him, leaving no room for more delicate sensations.

A drop of cum squeezed from the cleft.

Squealing, Belinda sucked it off.

A second preliminary drop oozed out.

The sex-crazed baby-sitter used her nimble tongue to slurp the tasty nugget up.

She slipped her lips over his knob and sucked for a moment, cheeks hollowing inward, tongue fluttering softly against the underside of the mouthful.

She pulled her lips away for a moment. "I love sucking cocks," she told him. His prick ballooned, inspired as much by her words as her oral caress.

She took it into her mouth and sucked again.

"I love to drink cum," she said. She began licking the smoking head of his prick, speaking as she did so, her words uttered between licks.

"Hot, thick cum – yummy jism," she slurped. "I love to have a mouthful of cum and drink every sweet drop…"

James knew damned well, that she was telling the truth, for her enjoyment was evident as she lapped away.

He reached down and held her head between his hands, holding her steady with gentle pressure as he began to corkscrew his hips, fucking into her mouth. His big prick ran far back, lodging in her gullet. Belinda gurgled as her air was cut off, but gasping and sputtering, she never missed a slurp.

He moved with a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth slowly and deliberately. When Amanda had sucked him off earlier, she had taken only his cockhead into her mouth, leaving the fat stalk unattended. But with Belinda he was feeding her the whole thick shaft as well as the knob, lodging his prick right down her gullet as he pushed in and then drawing out until only the tip remained in her lips.

She sucked as he pushed in and she sucked as he drew back, keeping up a steady suction, while her hot tongue curled all around his knob, traced along the fat vein that seamed the stalk and bridged into a arch under his swollen crown.

His cockhead was dribbling onto her tongue.

He wasn't coming yet, but little spurts of jism were splashing out, whetting her appetite.

She was eager to swallow his heavy load, now hungry for that thick dose to hose down her greedy guilt.

She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if to pump the jism from them.

She wrapped her other hand around the root of his stalk so that she was frigging him as he humped, adding more friction to the deep penetration.

He moaned in wonderful torment. "Gonna shoot – now!" he rasped. "Ummm," she said, with enthusiasm, sucking hard. Her mouth pushed far down until her chin touched his balls and her nose flattened in his pubic bush and she had taken the whole huge hunk down her gullet.

"Unghh!" she gasped, as the knob clogged her throat.

And purred, "Ahhhh," as her lips pulled and dragged up the swollen stalk.

Suddenly her mouth was full of jism.

The depraved girl gasped and gulped it down furiously, as his mighty cock blew a second load into her mouth, and then a third, the stuff coming out as she'd imagined, in a great milky cloud pouring from his big funnel.

She milked him to the bone, loving it.

James stumbled back, his cock swaying like an elephant's trunk – still hard and quite capable of continuing to function despite his orgasm.

Belinda leaned back and opened her mouth slightly, so that he could see his jism running over her tongue. "That was yummy," she said.

Then she feigned a wistful look. "But – it does make my cunt awfully hot when I suck on a prick, Mr. Jenkins – I don't suppose…?"