David Crane - Wide-open babysitter

She had been fascinated by her father's gigantic prick and swollen balls.

And she had even been thrilled by her mother's pussy, in an erotic fashion. Although she saw plenty of naked girls in the showers after gym class, she had never before saw a cunt in an aroused, creamy condition – except for her own cunt, of course, when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

It had looked – tasty.

At first, Belinda had wondered why the sight of a cunt should be so intriguing. She was certainly a heterosexual girl. But she had heard rumors about the gym teacher – and several times caught that athletic woman gazing wistfully at her body in the locker room – and she guessed that it must be normal for a girl to be interested in cunts.

Perhaps event to want to play with them.

Once she had decided that, and got over a mild, initial wonderment at the idea, Belinda had sometimes thought about cunt, instead of prick, when she finger-fucked herself.

It was very erotic, very stimulating.

She didn't suppose that she would ever go to bed with another girl and she considered it a perversion – but it was all the more interesting and exciting simply because it was depraved and wicked and perverted.

After that, she made a point of flaunting her naked body in front of the gym teacher. Whenever she saw that woman looking at her, she found some reason to open her legs and lift a knee so that her pussy was in plain sight.

And she sometimes considered which of her girlfriends might be mast likely to want to fool around with her – and which of them she would like to go to bed with. It one of them had ever suggested doing it, Belinda would have welcomed the experience, but she felt a bit shy about suggesting it, herself, for fear that the other girl might be scandalized. Someday, maybe, she would invite one of her sexier girlfriends to stay the night with her. Once they were in the same bed together it might be quite natural that they snuggle up together and maybe kiss affectionately, and maybe one thing would lead to another. They might start with a little simple titty touching, say, more playful than erotic – at first. And that might lead to a bit of finger-fucking, and natural progression just might lead on to more interesting things – rubbing their cunts together, humping one another as if one were a boy and – most thrilling of all – maybe even a bit of cuntsucking! When she thought of other girls in an erotic way, it was cuntsucking that culminated her fantasies, invariably. She was both curious and stimulated by that idea.

Belinda had never had her cunt sucked.

The boys that she had screwed had all been relatively inexperienced and had never gone down on her. Although she would have liked to, she had never gotten up the courage to ask one of them to eat her out.

She knew it would feel wonderful.

And she also knew – and even in the privacy of her imagination, she blushed at the idea – that she would like to do it, herself, to lick and suck on a sweet pussy and cause it to melt in her mouth. It was an idea that was every bit as intriguing as sucking a prick was. Once she had tried to eat herself out.

She had been thinking about cuntsucking while she pushed two stiff fingers in and out of her pussy and it had suddenly occurred to the lewd little girl that if she were able to go down on herself, she could kill two birds with one stone, as it were. She would be able to discover the joy of being sucked off and, at the same time, satisfy her curiosity as to what it was like to suck a cunt!

How handy that would be!

If only she could manage it, she could spend many happy hours with her head between her legs, munching merrily away, getting a thrill at both ends.

She tried it.

She lay on the bed and threw her ass upwards, flipping over, so that her pussy hovered above her face. She craned her neck like a giraffe eating from the highest branches and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.

She fell just short.

Her tongue reached her pubic bush but would not extend to her clit, try as she might it had been so frustrating that her pussy began to cream and cunt juice splashed out into her eager face, but she could not manage to get her mouth onto her steaming twat.

Then she had tried it another way, sitting up and raising her knees and bending down from the waist, and again she had failed. She had been able to lick the insides of her thighs, high up, but once more her elusive pussy had evaded her hungry tongue.

In the end she had had to settle for finger-fucking herself and she had changed hands several times, bringing one hand to her mouth and sucking her own cunt juice from her fingers, while the other hand delved up her hole, scooping out another load of thick nectar of passion.

It had tasted lovely.

And if cunt juice tasted that nice when it was delivered by hand, how wonderful would it taste when it was sucked out all hot and steaming from a cunt?

After that, Belinda had determined that, if she ever got the chance, she was going to eat a pussy. She had even made an excuse to linger in the girl's locker room after the other girls had gone, in the hopes that the gym teacher would make advances to her, but the gym teacher, probably not realizing that Belinda was willing, keen and eager, had not approached her.

Well, someday, with some girl – she hoped. But the idea was not dominant in her fantasies, for despite her desires to do some cunt-sucking, Belinda was basically a normal, healthy nymphette and she thought about cock a lot more than she did about cunt.

She was, thinking about cock now.

Specifically, she was thinking about Tommy Harris' big cock, remembering how it had felt in her hand and how it had spurted so much thick cum out.

She hoped that he could keep her company while she baby-sat that evening.

She wasn't sure how long the Jenkins would be out, but if there was time she was definitely going to telephone Tommy. She intended to fuck him – if not tonight, then tomorrow, but as soon as possible.

And she thought that she might blow him, too.

She was looking forward to giving her first blow job and she figured that Tommy's big prick would be as suckable as any she might find.

The taste of his cum still lingered on her tongue, from licking off her hand, and it was driving the girl wild with desire. She sat on the porch for awhile after her mother had gone in the house, thinking her naughty thoughts while her cunt began to sizzle.

She wondered if her mother was a cocksucker?

She would love to see her mother sucking on her father's huge cock – or any other cock, for that matter.

A bizarre idea came to her.

She imagined slipping into her father's bed in a darkened room, pretending that she was her mother – going down on him and sucking him off and then slipping out of the room so that he never realized that he had been sucked by his daughter, instead of his wife.

That was one of the most exciting fantasies that Belinda had ever had. She cupped her crotch, feeling the heat come through the denim of her shorts and feeling that rough material dampen with cunt juice.

She decided that she had better give herself a handjob before she went to the Jenkins house – but then she thought better of it. She had finger-fucked herself so often in her own room that she was bored with the setting.

She would wait until she got there.

It would be more exciting to finger-fuck herself in another bedroom.

Maybe, she would look through Mrs. Jenkins' dresser drawers – maybe she could find a vibrator or a dildo or something. Mrs. Jenkins was a sexy-looking woman and it did not seem unlikely that she might have such a device.

Afterwards, she would phone Tommy.

Belinda had made her plans for the evening.

And it turned out even better than she had planned.