Ted Leonard: Horny babysitter

Jill Landon was on the sofa. Her pretty legs were curled under her as she read her schoolbook. She was eating a banana as her bright blue eyes danced across the page.

At least she was supposed to be eating the banana. But she wasn't. She was sucking on it. She had peeled the skin halfway down and now she sat reading, absent-mindedly nursing the thickness of the banana between her soft ripe lips.

"Jill," her mother said from the recliner, "don't do that."

Jill eased the banana from her mouth and blinked dumbly. "What?"

"You know what," her mother said. She eyed the wet banana as if it were something disgusting, "You just don't know how awful that looks."

Jill looked hurt. "But what am I doing wrong?" she cried.

Alice Landon heaved a sigh. "A eighteen-year old girl just shouldn't be sitting around sucking things," she said. "Now either eat it or toss it out."

"But I like to suck on it," Jill said. "It makes the flavor last."

"Jill!" her mother screeched in anger. "I will not have you arguing with me! Now I've told you that's a filthy habit and I won't have you doing it. I'm sick and tired of seeing things sticking out of your mouth!" She got to her feet suddenly and left the room in a huff.

Jill was feeling sad. She never could understand the things that set her mother off so violently. She peered at the banana and wondered why her mother didn't like her to suck it. It didn't make any sense to young Jill. What's wrong with sucking on a banana?

Jill lifted the banana and parted her lips for it.

Taking a few inches of it into her pretty mouth, she sucked on it slowly as she returned to her book reading. As her eyes moved over the words, she let her tongue roll lightly around and around the thick end of the long fruit.

She really liked to suck. As a little girl, she had always sucked her thumb and plastic toys. At the age of six, her mother took harsh measures and began punishing the child for thumb-sucking. This only made the little girl suck more. It lent a flavor of the forbidden to a perfectly normal act.

When Jill was nine years old and still sucking her thumb, her mother hauled her to a psychiatrist. After months of treatment, threats, and more punishment, Jill finally stopped sucking her thumb – in public.

As she grew up she had a secret pleasure – sucking her thumb, sometimes hot dogs, sometimes bananas, always lollipops. If her mother caught her sucking her thumb, Jill would look wide-eyed and innocent and say, "I'm only biting my nail." But when she was really caught, like now, she would see her mother get strangely upset.

What Alice Landon couldn't bring herself to tell her teenaged daughter was that Jill always looked like she was sucking a cock. Alice hated cock sucking. In fact, that's why her husband left her for a sweet young chick who loved to blow his cock.

What Alice didn't know was that she was making her little girl a thumb-sucker. It was one of those cases where the parent supports the very thing they hate by harping on it too much. For most of her young life, all Jill heard was, "Stop sucking your thumb. Don't suck that. Take that out of your mouth, darling." By the time she was fourteen, Jill was so suck-conscious that her lovely young mouth buzzed with pleasure whenever she put something between her ripe lips.

If Alice Landon had been more honest with her pretty daughter about her feelings toward cock sucking, maybe Jill wouldn't have had to learn for herself. But then, maybe she would have been robbed of a lot of pleasure, too. As it was, Jill just naturally sucked things.

That very evening Jill had to baby sit the Coopers' baby. Jill would always go up to the parent's bedroom and fantasize, sometimes bringing a hot dog or banana with her. She closed her eyes and a hot fantasy took over her fertile young mind. In her sexy daydream, a big man came into the room. He was stark naked with a huge, monstrous cock, as rigid as a barber pole. There was hot lust burning in his dark eyes as he got onto the bed with a breathless Jill.

"Oh, no, don't," she whispered hotly as her fantasy-mate lay on her. The hot dog became his giant cock.

"Ohhh!" Jill squealed as new feelings of fuck pleasure filled her young cunt.

Writhing and moaning, she lifted her cute ass up off the hot bed and humped wildly on the slit sliding hot dog. With thoughts of a big strange man fucking the hell out of her defenseless little cunt, she jerked wildly on the bed.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried, panting. "I'm commmmiiiinnng!"

As her heated wet cunt flowed with burning cum-juice, Jill rocked and rolled on the bed, panting loudly. The baby was giggling, enjoying the ride. Jill cooed with pleasure and fucked the hot dog harder into her juicy cunt hole.

This fantasy-fucking was so pleasant for her, Jill put the baby in his crib after a while and returned to the bed to see what else her fantasy-male would do to her.

He did everything to her! While she fueled the cum-soaked frankfurter, her dream-man kissed her hornily, sucked her tits till they were sore, tongue fucked her asshole, ate her cunt, ripped into her womb with his massive cock – all this in Jill's hot young mind. And she came like crazy, pretending she was being fucked by a man.

Afterwards, still writhing with erotic pleasure, she held the hot dog in her fist and rubbed the wet end of it all over her lips. She kept turning her head as if to avoid it. Living her fantasy out, she whispered to her image of a big lusty male, "What do you want me to do?"

In her mind's eye, the horny man said, "Suck my cock."

"Ohhhh, no, noooo," Jill panted.

But her dream man was powerful, and the hot dog was pushed into her soft, yielding mouth. Whimpering in defeat, Jill rolled onto her side and sucked the hot dog while the fingers of her other hand clawed at her clit and dug into her wet cunt.

She kept her eyes closed in order to savor the feeling of being forced to suck a huge cock by a real man. She came so incredibly hard that she almost fell off the bed in her feverish wild rocking.

Later, she lay writhing and panting softly, getting her breath and senses back. Her pretty blue eyes fluttered open and she peered at the juiced-up frankfurter.

She giggled to think of Mr. or Mrs. Cooper eating her fuck-tool. As she rubbed her pretty pussy with one hand, she recalled her hot fantasy of a large rapist, and she ate the hot dog slowly, enjoying it.

When she felt it was near time for the Coopers to be coming home, she got off the bed and slipped into her wet panties, giggling as they cooled her cunt.

It was only natural for a girl like Jill to graduate from hot dogs to boys' pricks – natural and necessary. Jill's soft warm mouth craved things to suck. Now her thumb and bananas and hot dogs were no longer satisfactory, not since she'd had a real live prick in her mouth. The prick sucking had aroused her mouth, her lips, her little pink tongue.

Now she needed cock in her young mouth.

Jill had watched the Allen kids a few times before. Each time, she had focused her attention on seven-year-old Karen and she left eighteen-year old Bud to himself. Mrs. Allen had advised this right from the start.

"He's eighteen now," she had said, "and thinks he's too old for a babysitter. So leave him be, okay? He'll only get mad if you try to boss him."

So Jill left Bud alone – until now. Now things were different. Now Bud didn't seem like "just a brat". He was a boy – a male.

And pretty Jill was very curious about the thing hidden between his legs.