David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

James felt obligated to fuck the girl. It was the least he could do to repay her for letting him fuck her in the mouth and it was not a hard debt to pay.

He glanced at his watch.

"We'll have to hurry," he said. "My wife will begin to wonder where I am."

Belinda, who had no intention of rushing it at all, wanting a lovely, long fuck, nodded.

But they needn't have worried.

Amanda, at that moment, was hoping that her husband would not hurry back, as she merrily gobbled Tracy's cunt and creamed in Tracy's mouth and wished that they had all night to feed each other hot pussy…

Although it had only been necessary to stick his prick out of his fly for a blow job, James wanted to be naked when he screwed the adorable baby-sitter. He intended to make it a quick fuck – innocently believing that his wife was being innocent at the party. But he figured that he had time to disrobe, both because he didn't want to get cunt juice on his trousers and because he wanted to feel all that nubile flesh outlined against his own lean body, sweating and gliding and creaming together in total embrace.

He undressed hastily, dropping his discarded garments on the floor.

Belinda watched with approval.

His hairy balls were still nicely swollen as they hung down between his thighs. She was pleased to know that he still had a heavy load saved for her pussy, despite the creamy abundance he'd spilled in her mouth.

She'd expected him to take her to the bedroom.

James had decided to ball her right there in the living room for expediency. What he couldn't decide was – what position should he fuck her in? Her magnificent, young, bouncy body looked pneumatic and supple. He figured that he could easily lift her onto his cock and screw her standing. But the other options were equally attractive. It would be wonderful to fuck her face to face, with that pretty face contorting under his and those firm, thrusting tits against his chest and those slim thighs clamped around his hips.

But it would be just as exciting to fuck her dog style, from the back while they knelt, with that juicy ass swaying and rotating against his belly and above his prick.

Or she could sit on his cock and bounce gayly up and down as he lay spread-eagled with pleasure.

Or in the chair? Or kneeling face to face? Or at right angles, one knee hooked over his hip?

Although he didn't want to spend too much time with her, the horny man decided that he would simply have to sample her cunt from a variety of approaches. After all, he might never get a chance like this again – might never find himself alone with the baby-sitter when that worthy worker happened to be horny.

She was still sitting in the chair.

James, naked now, moved back to her. He knelt down in front of her. Her juicy cunt looked so good that he simply had to taste it before he plugged it full of prick and he lowered his face and began to suck at her hot pussy. By the time that he remembered that delicate morsel.

He sucked her cunt until she began to tremble.

Then, rising up, he pushed the head of his cock into her lathered crotch, churning the knob into her hole and driving full length up that sweet slot.

She balanced on the very edge of the chair, her thighs folded around his hips as, kneeling, he corkscrewed in and out of her cunt.

Her snatch was juicy, tight and clinging. The soft walls rippled up his rod, milking away on his prick like a velvet wringer as she fluttered her cunt muscles.

He fed her a few strokes, slow and grinding.

Then he pulled out.

Belinda looked at him in horror, thinking that he had shot his wad already and wondering why she had not felt the thick juice spurt into her.

But James was only changing positions. He drew her from the chair and spread her out on the carpet, kneeling between her parted thighs. He slipped the meat to her again, missionary style. She arched her slender back, pushing her belly up to meet his thrusts and clamping her legs around his haunches.

He lowered his face to her tits, sucking on the stiff nipples while he poured the prod to her steadily.

Then again he disengaged.

Belinda had got the idea now. The randy lass eagerly waited for the next coupling.

James stretched out on the floor, his cock rising from his groin, and his balls bloated and hard.

"Sit on it," he urged.

What a good idea, she thought. She mounted him and started to slip his dick into her pussy and then, feeling impish, she slid higher and pushed her cunt into his face. He welcomed it hungrily, slurping on the juicy snatch as cunt juice trickled down his chin. Then she squirmed away. His tongue shot out after her, taking a final lick as she pulled her tasty twat away and down. She fitted his cockhead to her cunt hole and began to ride up and down on that hard-pole, as he groaned and thrust up from the floor.

She rode his prick for a few moments and then, deciding that it was her turn to set the scene, slid away and knelt beside him, her juicy ass tilted up and her head down.

James knelt behind her.

He fed the cock to her dog style.

Belinda pushed back. James shoved in. His belly slapped against her heart-shaped ass and his balls swung in between her legs. She switched her hips from side to side and he corkscrewed in to the root. Although her pussy was tight, it was also capable – she was taking every inch of that dynamic prick into her cunt. Looking down her own body, she half expected to see the outline of that massive hunk pushing a furrow out in her belly. The girl had never been stuffed so full of prick – and she adored it.

Her tits bobbled under her. Her hips pistoned. Her ass drove back to meet him. Cunt juice sprayed from her stuffed cunt, hanging in a fine mist between them as he withdrew, and soaking his belly, balls and thighs when he pounded the prick back into her cunt.

James clamped his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He gripped her hipbones as if they were the handles of her pelvis, pulling her onto his cock. He slipped one hand around her hip and began to play with her clit as he fed the cock up her hole.

Her face switched from side to side in a wild frenzy as she started to cream.

He fucked her slowly and steadily, pouring it to her with underslung strokes and fingering her clit as he brought her to the peak. Her cunt melted on his surging spike.

He hadn't come yet. The load he'd already spent in her mouth had delayed his own orgasm. Now he waited for a moment, with his cock buried in her – and then he began to feed it to her all over again.

James, in the ecstasy of his fucking, had lost all sense of time.

Belinda knew that time was passing quickly.

But she wasn't about to mention it.

They fucked merrily away.

"I certainly hope that nothing is wrong at home," said Amanda, when she found that her husband had not yet returned to the party.

She tried to telephone.

Genuinely, this time.

And to her dismay she found that the telephone was not working – that her scheme seemed to have somehow taken on the aspect of reality.

Tracy said, "Want me to drive you home?"

"Well – I hate to drag you away from the party."

"Honey, I've already had my party," said the cute little dyke, with a suggestive smile. "Anyhow – I want to find out where you live – for tomorrow."

"Well, okay, then," Amanda agreed – already looking forward to her next cuntsucking session even though she had just finished eating her fill.

They sought out the host who, being a liberal, was stoned on marijuana and did not recognize them. That was probably just as well, thought Amanda – she might have compromised herself were it known she'd left with a lesbian. Not that Tracy looked like a lesbian – although she certainly looked good enough to eat – but because the straightforward girl had already proclaimed her sexual taste to everyone.