David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

Then, grinning, she added, "At least, not until later."

She made a kissing motion with her mouth.

Tommy almost passed out. Although he'd had every hope that he might be able to screw her, he had never even dreamed that she would suck his cock. He had the idea that only whores did a thing like that. Now the expectation caused his cock to swell bigger and harder and hotter than it had ever been before.

Belinda said, "Gee, you have a nice cock, Tommy. And it's so hard. I made it that way, huh?"

He nodded, dimly perceiving that it pleased the lewdlet to know she was responsible for his condition.

"Want me to jerk you off?" she asked.

"Oh, jeez – yeah!"

"I don't mind," she giggled. "I like to jerk boys off. It's fun to watch a prick shoot that stuff out."

"Belinda – do it!" he gasped, afraid that his cock might go off by itself, unjerked.

Belinda was an old hand at handjobs. She had been jacking boys off for years before she had her first fuck.

She moved away from Tommy and leaned over his lap. Her left hand cupped his balls, tenderly, feeling his full nuts shift around the inside the hairy sac. She could tell that he had a huge load in there and she was eager to empty it.

She folded her right hand around the base of his shaft, the heel of her hand tight against his belly.

She skimmed up and down lightly at first, just brushing over the tormented flesh of his rod.

The cleft flared wide and a drop of fluid oozed out and ran sluggishly down the head.

Belinda tightened her grip on his stalk. She moved her fist up and down at the root, frigging him through only an inch or two at the base, with the rest of his long prick looming up from between her thumb and forefinger. She preferred to do it that way so that there was plenty of cock to be seen outside her fist. She moved slowly and steadily, eager to see his cum spurt out, but not in any great hurry, for she enjoyed doing it. The weight and the heat of a prick in her hand thrilled her. She leaned over him, her face close, watching in fascination.

Tommy threw his head back, groaning.

A few girls had fumbled with his cock in the past and he had come in his pants twice while they did it, but this was the first time he had had a real handjob with his cock bare and the end product a foregone conclusion.

If a hand was this good, what would a cunt be like? Or a mouth? he thought in wonder.

The thrill was building rapidly.

He tried to delay it, to prolong the exquisite sensation of her nimble hand.

But then he had a horrible thought.

Suppose her mother came home before he came?

He could just imagine himself frantically stuffing his hard-on into his jeans, a painful process, and running off at full tilt to get home and finish the job by himself.

He stopped trying to delay.

He extended his legs along the floor and pushed his loins upwards, fucking through her fist. His face was contorted by passion, his chest heaving with his labored breath. The swing moved gently to the rhythm of the handjob, as if joining in the act, swinging his cock through her caressing hand.

"Ummm," Belinda sighed. "Come, Tommy. I want to watch you come…"

He howled.

She felt his balls explode in her left hand.

Her right hand pushed down to the very hilt of his cock and as his jism rushed up the stalk she felt the passage through her fist.

She stared at his cockhead.

His spunk came out hard, under tremendous pressure, the great quicksilver wad rising in a creamy tower that splattered all over her fist and forearm and his throbbing balls.

Belinda gasped and pumped again.

A second great gout towered up, as thick and as abundant as the first.

The eager girl kept pumping, never missing a stroke as she milked out a third and yet a fourth mighty wad from the boy's thundering prick.

Tommy slumped, stunned.

Belinda kept pumping until she was positive that she had pulled every drop from his balls and that not a drop remained in his cockhead.

Then she released him and sat back, smiling, Tommy didn't know what to say. He said, "Thanks."

It sounded pretty feeble to him, but Belinda nodded and smiled and said, "That's okay. I like to do it."

She was looking down at her hand, which glistened with a film of jism.

"You sure come a lot," she said. "I'll bet you can really fill a girl's cunt up, huh?"

"I-I never had a fuck," he confessed. She widened her eyes.

"You mean – I'll be the first?" she asked. "I sure hope so," he gasped.

"Have you ever had a blow job?" He shook his head.

"Oh, I guess we're gonna have lots of fun together, Tommy," she told him.

Tommy felt as if he'd gone to heaven.

"I'll phone you tonight," said the lewd little girl.

She gave him a promiscuous look.

"Don't jerk yourself off or nothing, okay? Save another big load up for me, Tommy."

"I sure will," Tommy croaked.

His cock, despite that enormous climax, was still standing rampant, for he was a potent young man who often had to jerk off three times in a row before his lust was satiated. Belinda, noticing that, was pleased. It was going to make baby-sitting a lot less boring than television did.

She was contemplating jerking him off again. But then her mother's car pulled into the driveway.

"Quick! Put it away," she squealed. Tommy grabbed his dick and bent it, grimacing. He stuffed it into his jeans and frantically zippered his fly up.

Belinda was staring at her hand, which was coated with congealing jism. She looked puzzled at first but then she started to grin.

"You want my handkerchief?" Tommy asked, reaching towards his back pocket.

"No, that's okay," she said.

And the naughty girl brought her hand up to her mouth and licked his cum up, watching Tommy as she did so.

She licked up every drop of evidence. "Ummm," she said. "It's yummy." Tommy sure hoped that she would phone…

Tommy had to pass Belinda's mother as he went down the front walk and he gave the woman a wide berth, averting his eyes and blushing and walking in an awkward manner in order to conceal the softening but still evident hard-on. He could not look her in the eye, not after what her daughter had just done for him. Jamming his hands in his pockets, he wobbled off down the street, glancing back over his shoulder in a furtive fashion, as if fearing that the backward glance might turn his dong into a pillar of salt.

Belinda's mother went up the steps to the porch.

Belinda had just finished licking her fingers and had a dreamy expression on her face.

"Who was that, dear?" her mother asked. "Oh, just a boy from school. He gave me a hand with my school books," said Belinda. Not to mention the hand I gave him, she thought.

She saw that her mother had that contented, well-fucked look on her face again and it made the girl bold.

"And he gave me some nice cream on a stick," she added, smiling mysteriously.

Naturally, her mother thought she had said ice cream, and said, "That was nice of him."

"Where have you been, Mom?" the girl asked.

Her mother was momentarily flustered. "Shopping, dear," she said.

"I don't see any packages."

"Err – window shopping."

"Oh," said Belinda, who was more certain than ever that her mother was getting some prick on the side.

It excited the naughty nymphette. Although she loved her father, she was an amoral sort of girl and saw nothing wicked about her mother getting all the cock she wanted to. She knew that when she grew up and got married she would do the same. But she enjoyed visualizing the details of her mother's afternoon fucks – all sordid, juicy, graphic details, right down to the last drop of jism and the last spasm of orgasm. She wondered if her mother had one steady lover or if she screwed different men every day? Or even, most exciting, three or four men every day in some sort of cluster fuck? She knew that her mother was a wild fuck because she had spied on her parents that one time and watched the woman thrash and writhe and squirm as the big meat was slapped to her. Belinda had been looking through the partially open door of their bedroom, having come home earlier than she was expected and, hearing the bed squeaking, tiptoeing upstairs in hopes of seeing just what she did see. From that viewpoint, she had been, able to watch at just the right angle to see her father's fat cock vanish and appear, vanish and appear, right up her mother's hairy, pink-lipped pussy. The thick stalk came out slathered with cunt juice and banged in to the hilt, so that his big balls swung against her ass, making a dull, whacking sound as they banged her mobile, untilted bottom. Her mother had her legs wrapped around his haunches and was clawing at his back and he had his hands cupped under her ass. It had been a dynamic-looking fuck and had intrigued Belinda no end.