David Crane: Wide-open babysitter

Amanda began to tongue up his stalk.

She fluttered her tongue back and forth as she worked up from the root to the sensitive area where the rod merged into the flaring knob. She went back down to his balls and came up again, using long tongue strokes this time, running her talented tongue all the way from hilt to head with fluid slurps.

In the mirror, she watched with narrowed eyes, loving to see her pink tongue slurp up his fat stalk.

She laved and lapped for several minutes, until his prick was rampaging with need.

Then she lifted her lips to the tip of his cock, kissing him again, but this time she let her lips part as she did so, pushing her face down, and taking his cockhead into her hungry mouth slowly. She watched the big purple slab vanish in her lips. When she had his cockhead in her mouth, she clamped her lips tightly closed around the stalk, just behind the ridge.

She began to suck voraciously.

They both watched the action in the mirror.

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked and her lips turned outwards, pouting on his prick.

Only his knob was in her mouth. The long shaft stuck out between them, like a bolt fixing his balls to her lips at a distance. His cock was angled upwards into her face and her head was tilted down over it. She was drooling down his prick, saliva running down the stalk. This was the way she preferred to give head, with just the knob in her mouth. Sometimes she went further down, taking all of his big prick in like a sword swallower, and sometimes he would kneel over her, his ass brushing her tits, and fuck her in the mouth, but on the whole she liked it better when she only mouthed the head. She felt more in control that way, than when his huge knob was gagging her gullet and he was setting the pace.

She blew hot breath down his stalk.

She sucked in hard, as if she wanted to inhale his succulent cockmeat.

James was panting now, in tempo with her sucking action, as if his prick were a valve attached directly to his lungs. When she sucked, he exhaled – when she blew, he inhaled.

"Suck," he rasped.

He was pretending that it was the baby-sitter who was sucking on his prick.

"Cocksucker," he whispered.

It thrilled Amanda to be addressed in that way. Her eyes glowed with an unholy joy and her lips turned almost inside out around his stalk.

"Cum drinker!"

"Ummm," she sighed, as she slurped.

She loved to watch her lips uncurl around his shaft, to see the rim of his purple knob encased in her lips. It made her so hot that her cunt flooded and cunt juice ran down her crotch and soaked into the crack of her ass.

She began sucking faster and harder, in a steady rhythm designed to milk him off quickly.

He was groaning and his cock had swollen so much that his knob was pressing into both of her hollowed cheeks at the same time. She worked on that meaty mouthful with gusto.

"Come," she panted, voicing the word right over his knob so that he felt it as well as heard it, muffled but definite. "Come for me – shoot all that hot, thick jism in my mouth, let me drink it!"

He gasped. His hips trembled as the thrill built up in his balls and darted up his thighs.

He placed his hand against her cheek – on the opposite side from the mirror, so that he would not block out the image they were both watching.

"Here – it – comes…" he rasped.

His balls erupted.

The thick sap raced up his shaft and spurted from his cockhead in a creamy deluge.

Amanda gasped and swallowed it down, to make room for his second mighty geyser.

He came in three or four spurts, hosing her throat, flooding her gullet, and soaking her cheeks. Cum slipped across her arched tongue and splattered against the roof of her mouth. Her whole mouth was filled with the tasty stuff. No sooner did she gulp a load down than he refilled her.

She sucked ravenously, hungrily, milking his cock and balls to the dregs.

James sighed, drained.

Amanda continued to suck steadily as she made sure she had dragged every single drop of his jism from his balls and milked it all out from his cockhead, not wanting to miss a single drop of the delicious feast.

She pulled her lips away from his cockhead slowly. The big slab popped out like a cork from a bottle. She leaned down and used her tongue to gather up a few errant nuggets of cum that had overflowed her eager lips and trickled down onto his shaft. She let the drop slide around on her tongue for a moment and gazed into the mirror, watching the slimy delight run over her tastebuds.

"Ummm, that was lovely," she whispered.

"It sure was," said James.

He had forgotten about the lewd baby-sitter for the moment.

But Belinda, looking furtively in through the partly open door, had certainly not forgotten him…

After James went upstairs, Belinda had slipped her hand down inside her tight shorts and began to rub her pussy, not trying to bring herself off, but simply enjoying the pleasure of the contact. After she was alone in the house she would be able to take her shorts off and jerk off in comfort. She was terribly hot. She knew that handsome, big-pricked James had gone upstairs to put that beautiful big cock into his sexy wife and the knowledge that they were fucking right over her head was driving the naughty nymphette wild. She cocked her head, listening, hoping to hear the sounds they were making – the squeak of the bed, the moans of passion, the sighs of satisfaction at the conclusion.

But she could hear nothing.

She was disappointed.

She got up, her hand still stuffed down her shorts, and moved to the foot of the stairs.

She still heard nothing.

Damn! she thought. I would have thought a woman like Mrs. Jenkins would be a real loud fuck.

She wondered if she dared to go up the stairs.

The idea appealed to her. It would be safe enough, she figured. If they saw her she could say she was looking for the bathroom – but it was not likely that they would see her, anyway, since they would be busily screwing away.

Belinda smiled impishly and went up the stairs.

She paused at the top, looking furtively down the hallway. She saw that the bedroom door was ajar. She tiptoed down the corridor, holding her breath and holding her cunt. As she drew near the door, she began to hear sounds – but not quite the sounds she had expected. She heard moist, fluid slurping and low, heavy panting.

And then she heard: "Suck!"

Belinda stopped dead.

My God! She's blowing him! she thought.

The idea fascinated the naughty girl. She moved closer, trembling, her cunt starting to sizzle. Very cautiously, she pushed one eye past the edge of the doorjamb.

She saw James standing before his wife – and she saw his big cock pushing into her mouth.

Thrilled to the core, she sank to her knees, watching and listening, intrigued and fascinated – and envious.

She didn't think they, would notice her, for they were both obviously preoccupied and were intent on watching their own reflections in the mirror. She saw the way that Amanda's sensual lips were working on his prick and it was evident that the woman was dearly enjoying that mouthful of savory cock. Belinda couldn't blame her for that. Belinda was keen to try some cocksucking, herself, and seeing the act in progress reaffirmed her conviction that it would be a joy.

Belinda had to come.

She slowly unzipped her jeans, careful not to let the zipper make any sounds. She slipped her hand inside her panties. Her clit was throbbing and her slot was sodden with cunt juice. She began to run her fingers up that slippery gash and thumb her clit.

James said, "Cocksucker!"

He said, "Cum-drinker!"

They were not insults. They were definitions.

Definitions that, very soon, could be applied to Belinda, as well – she was certain about that. Cocksucking looked so wonderful that she had every intention of sucking Tommy's cock until he creamed.