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Neighborhood Babysitter
by Steve Golden


FOREWORD

A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.

The people within a particular society usually are well aware of what is considered acceptable behavior from them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this story.

Becky is a woman possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery blonde is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification.

NEIGHBORHOOD BABYSITTER -- the story of one woman tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.

-The Publisher


Chapter One

Becky was washing her father's car in the driveway, sloshing the creamy suds over the hood and windshield. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Mr. Diggens, the neighbor, watching her closely. He pretended he wasn't looking, of course, and strode back and forth with his roaring lawn mower as if he had not a minute to spare. But he was watching her every move. She could tell. She decided to give him a little show. Leaning low over the windshield, she poured a pail full of white suds over the glass. Then she bent down and began rubbing a thick sponge back and forth, letting her huge tits toll and squish against the pane. Her plunging halter-top did its best to contain her wobbling jugs, but they puffed out over the top, heaved and tugged against each other obscenely. Mr. Diggens would have a clear view down her cleavage to her rib cage.

She moved away from him, to the driver's side of the car, splashing more soapy water against the side window and repeating her performance. But this time she reached over to swirl her sponge back and forth on the car roof, crushing her mammoth tits into the wine down and forcing them to mash into flattened balls. She could feel her erect nipples scratching the wet glass, and she knew damn well Mr. Diggens could see them clearly. She let the fluffy water slosh lewdly into her cleavage, wetting her tits and belly and sticking her halter top to her golden skin.

Poor Diggens was going out of his mind. The buzz of his lawn mower grew loud and angry as he stayed in one place and let it rip into the grass. He was leaning on the mower handle, not fifteen feet from her, his eyes wide and his mouth open. She wasn't sure, but his tongue might have been hanging from the corner of his mouth.

She giggled softly. Men were so silly. It was as if something got a hold on them that they couldn't control. It was like that sometimes with Danny, her boyfriend. He would get all breathless and she could ask him for anything.

The loud roar of Mr. Diggens' mower suddenly died and there was an odd silence in the suburban street. Becky pretended she hadn't notice anything and went on with her work, squishing her wet tits hard against the window. The warm water had slithered down her belly and was now wetting her cut-offs. She could feel it dripping down her thighs toward her striped knee socks.

Diggens had left his mower and was standing about six feet away, his fists in the pockets of his baggy work-pants. He seemed to be playing with his cock with one hand. He just stood there and watched her over the narrow flowerbed that separated their two driveways. A fine film of sweat covered his forehead.

"How'd you like to wash my car later?" he teased, a sly grin crinkling his mouth. "You look like you really know what you're doing."

"Thank you, but I have to baby-sit in a little while," she replied pertly, continuing her work. "Besides, I only wash daddy's car."

She was moving around in front of the car again, coming closer to him. She turned her back on him and bent down low over the front fender, pretending to rub a trouble spot in the center of the hood. She lifted one slender leg off the ground.

Diggens groaned softly. She was wearing the tiniest pair of cut-offs he'd ever seen. They were so brief the crotch dug tightly into the crack of her ass, and her gorgeous buns bulged out under the ragged hems. She was spreading her slender golden legs, and frothy soap was dribbling down the insides of her thighs. He wanted to step forward, rip down the tiny pants, and plunge his cock roughly between her luscious brown ass cheeks.

"H-how much do you make on your babysitting jobs?" he croaked, trying to adjust the growing hard-on in his pants without her noticing. "I'll pay you double that to wash my car."

She paused in her work, turned to face him thoughtfully. The Diggens' certainly would never need a babysitter. Their only son was well into his twenties, living in his own apartment in town.

"Really?" she queried. "Twice what I make babysitting?"

She stood facing him there in the driveway and the sponge she was holding drooled creamy froth down her front. The upper globes of her tits shone and her thighs gleamed like they'd been greased. Her wet halter-top clung to her jugs like a second skin, and the nipples shot out like inch-long stubs of wood.

"Sure. Come see it. It's pretty dirty. You might not want to do it." He strode off up his driveway toward his garage, limping slightly because of the hard-on that bulged out his pants. He couldn't take this any more. For months the little cockteaser had been flaunting herself in front of him and today was just the last straw. He had to try to make her or bust.

Becky skipped over the flowerbed and followed him up the driveway, still clinging to the soggy sponge. Her tits jiggled and rolled. Her ass cheeks flexed out from under the ridiculously brief cut-offs. She smiled to herself as she noticed Mr. Diggens limping in front of her.

He was hauling up the door of his garage, ushering her inside, and pulling it back down behind them. It she'd figured out his intentions, she didn't let on. She simply stood by his side in the half-light, her wet body glowing with a soft, golden sheen. He stared at her a moment, his eyes strangely tense. Then he backed her quickly up against the front of his car.

"Mr. Diggens!" she protested, her sponge pressed tightly against her chest. More frothy soap drooled down her naked belly.

"You're such a hot little piece, aren't you? Such a hot, cock-teasing little piece!" he grunted. He planted his hands on the car hood, on either side of her, and crammed his body up against hers. His chest bore into her and his hard-on lodged menacingly along her lovely belly.

"Mr. Diggens... what's the matter with you?" she whispered, though she knew damn well what was the matter with him. "Are you sick, or what?"

She was backed up against the car and her pretty ass cheeks were hurting. There was something huge and throbbing poking her in the stomach. His cock! It was his cock! All hard and pulsing for her! She'd given him a hard-on, and now she was going to have to answer for it. There didn't seem to be any way out!

"I'm sick all right! Sick of watching you shake that tight little ass of yours at me! Sick of watching you jiggle your tits! You've been teasing me a long time now, haven't you, sweet little Becky? Well, how about offering me some relief? Isn't it about time? Isn't it about time you offer old Freddy some sweet relief?"

Becky almost giggled, in spite of her position. She'd forgotten his name was Freddy, and it suddenly struck her as funny. The thick log against her belly, though, that was no laughing matter. That was a hard-on, as stiff and strong as a cock could get. And she was responsible for it. What was she going to do about it? He had a point. What was she going to do?

"Well, sweet little cockteaser! What do you say?" he leered.

He suddenly reached for her soggy sponge and flung it to the floor. Then he was gripping the top of her tight halter. His fingers thrust down and he was urging the thing low on her chest. She wasn't wearing a bra, and all at once her beautiful tits exploded over the top of the taut garment. They jiggled a moment before settling.

"Jesus Christ!" he murmured, shocked at the sheer beauty of her lush tits.

They were so full and plentiful, like the tits of a mature woman. And she was only a teenager! He was old enough to be her father! They were a rich golden-brown color on top, where they'd been exposed to the sun. Below, were they'd been shaded by her bras and bikinis, they were a lovely delicate milky color. And they were soaking wet and shining.

And the nipples! Fuck, they were the longest nipples he'd ever seen! Was she hot or what? Was she excited? Why were they so fucking long? Shit, they must be standing up nearly an inch from the puffy wet circles of surrounding brown flesh! They were gorgeous, fucking gorgeous! And there was only one thing to do with nipples like those! He just had to fucking suck them!

"Mr. Diggens! Ohhhh!" Becky panted, shocked but thrilled at the way he'd made her tits bust out over the top of her tight halter. The garment was stretched below her huge tits, forcing them out and up like long, distorted balloons. In the half-light they looked even bigger then they actually were. The disarrayed halter was acting like some obscene bra, pushing them up high.

"Fuck, I don't believe it! I don't believe these tits!" he groaned, his eyes taking in every inch of the plush globes. "You're so fucking skinny! How can a girl this skinny have tits this big?"

Becky flushed with pleasure. She had beautiful tits, it was true. She'd been told so a thousand times. By the girls at school and by the boys she dated. She suffered from no false modesty. She had the body of a nude model, and she knew it.

He was pressing her against the car, and her buns were getting sore. She tried to lift up from beneath him, raised a thigh up between his legs. But then he was dipping his head. He was tilting his face to one side. And suddenly I one of her stiffened nipples was in his mouth. He was sucking on it hungrily, tugging it deep between his lips and running his tongue around and around it madly.

"Ohhhh!" she panted, pleasure ripping through her chest. "Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

His mouth was sucking her hot stub high off her tit. His teeth scrapped and teased it crazily. It felt like a great long hunk of wet rubber between his lips. His fingers hefted her weighty jug in his palm, urged it up against his face. He made loud squeaking sounds on the nipple.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned, her eyelids fluttering. She wasn't supposed to feel this good! He was practically attacking her, forcing his attentions on her. Shouldn't she be protesting? Shouldn't she be screaming wildly? But his mouth felt so good! His lips and tongue were doing outrageous and lovely things to her nipples!

He was running his free hand down her golden belly, rubbing up and down in the wet groove of her crotch. Then his fingers were fumbling with the stud at the top of her cut-offs, and he was lugging down her fly, wriggling his hand under the elastic top of her panties. His hand flashed through the wet curls of her pussy hair and suddenly two fingers were prying apart the damp slabs of her cunt lips. His middle finger bored quickly inside her.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned, and she found herself half-lying across the hood of the car, spreading her legs wantonly for his exploring hand. Her pussy was melting, growing wet and hot around his fingers.

Her nipple was snapped from his mouth as she fell back and he turned his attention to her tiny cut-offs. He removed his fingers from her cunt as swiftly as he'd entered her, and now he gripped her tiny pants and ripped them down and off her lovely pubic mound. He shoved them down her legs and to the floor with one fluid movement.

"Ohhhh yes! Ohhh yes!" she groaned, encouraging him to undress her and lay bare her cunt. She propped herself up on her elbows on the car hood and watched his every move, as caught up as he was in the excitement of the moment.

"What pretty panties! What pretty panties!" he gloated, glaring at the tiny triangle of white lace that covered her lovely crotch. All that held the sexy briefs on were two frilly white strings across her hips. He snapped one roughly and pulled the panties off her.

Becky's gorgeous blonde beaver bristled, suddenly free of confinement. The pretty hair fluffed up in a cute little V, splitting down below into the twin slabs of her already parting pussy. Her cunt lips were cracking apart wetly, and pink flesh was exposed.

Diggens sucked in his breath, pausing a moment to gaze at the wonderful sight. The blonde cunt hair was matched by the pale swath of skin that had been covered by her bikini bottoms. It contrasted sexily with the rich brawn sweep of her belly and rib cage, which was rising and falling with her, heavy breathing. Her tits rolled about, the nipples soaring.

"What are you going to do?" she whispered, her voice tense with excitement. She kept her eyes glued to his face and brushed a thick blonde curl off her cheek.

"I'm going to eat you to start with. Then I'm going to fuck you! What do you say to that? Is that what you want? Is that what you want from old Freddy, cockteaser?"

He stared up the length of her nude body, taking in every inch of her lovely form. Her halter-top, still tied around her chest, forced up her tits and made them wobble lewdly. Her cunt was nude and splitting for him, its lips spreading wider by the minute.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" She wasn't protesting. She wasn't complaining. She was simply moaning softly, in a state of tense expectation.

"I'm going to eat this lush little cunt till you groan, and then I'm going to show you some cock. Would you like to see my cock, sweet Becky? Would you like to have it fucking up your cunt?"

Becky groaned softly, her legs dangling over the car. But then he was gripping her by the waist, thrashing her up onto the hood, forcing her to lie down across the top of the car. He shoved her farther, till her ass was hooked on the hood and her feet were lodged on the car bumper. Her tits joggled and rolled on her chest.

His hands were on the insides of her thighs, spreading them harshly. He bent between them and watched as her cunt slice cranked wide and loose for him. Her pussy hair was already wet and shiny, with cunt oil. And then his mouth was on her, slopping and slurping at her ragged twat lips as if he hadn't eaten in weeks and was sucking up nutrition from her hole. His tongue dug deep inside her.

"Oooooooh! Oooooooh fuck!" she whimpered, her head rolling back and forth across the cool hood of the car. His tongue felt fantastic! It was like she was being pulled inside out or something!

Diggens slobbered, nibbling and teasing at her loose cunt flap with his mouth. She tasted so sweet! So sweet and clean! Just like a healthy teenager should taste! This had been worth waiting for! All the months of frustration were finally being made up for!

Becky lifted her feet onto the hood of the car and let her legs fall wide apart. Her knees were hooked up and she could stare between them at the top of his head. The more he ate her, the more pink flesh flapped out of her cunt-hole. Her cunt lips seemed to be expanding.

He made wet sucking sounds with his lips, like someone eating soup. And his hands kept her thighs spread wide. Soon she was lifting her ass off the hood, pushing her gaping cunt up into his face. His tongue drove deep into her and swirled from side to side. Thick pussy juice slid down and greased up his whole face.

"Oooooooh, so nice! It feels so fucking nice!" she moaned, her head tilted up so that she could watch him. "Your tongue's going right inside me! I can feel your tongue wriggling around up my cunt!"

She began to hump her ass up and down off the car, forcing her pussy onto his mouth time and again. He reached beneath her ass and scooped up a lush cheek in each palm. He started to squeeze and knead her lovely buns and pull them apart savagely.

"Ooooooh, yes! Ooooooh, yes! Eat me like that! Eat my cunt like that! Ooooooh, God? Ooooooh, fuck, I can't stand it!" she yelled, half out of her mind with lust. She brought her own hands up beneath her tits and clutched them tightly. She flicked the nipples and squeezed the flesh the same way he was massaging her ass cheeks.

"You like this, sweet little cockteaser?" he leered, raising his grease-smeared face from her cunt and grinning at her lewdly. "My big tongue feels real good up your cunt, does it? Shit, I wish we'd done this months ago! It would have saved me from a severe case of blue balls!"

He dropped his mouth back onto her cunt and began nibbling and snorting at her once again. Thick juice was sluicing down her cunt walls crazily. It spread in a clear pool across the grimy car hood. He licked it up and slobbered it around her crotch, messing up her pussy hair and smearing the tops of her thighs.

"Oooooooh! Mr. Diggens! Ooooooh! I love your tongue! It feels so good! I can't stand it! I think I'm coming! Ooooooh, fuck, I think I'm coming!" She humped her twat up to him shamelessly.

But then he cranked her pussy lips a fraction wider with his fingers, and his tongue found her erect little clit. He diddled it back and forth quickly, pounded it harshly with his tongue. All at once she went wild. "Aaarrrggghhh! Aggnnngggnnn! I'm coming! Oooooooh, fuck, I'm coming!" she wailed, and her body began to writhe on top of the car. Her thighs flexed, and she was raising herself up high, six or seven inches off the hood, urging her cunt onto his mouth.

Diggens pressed hard onto her pussy, mashing his mouth on her wide split beaver and sucking with a vengeance on her smoking clit. He showed her no mercy. He was determined to turn her to jelly. Before he'd finished, she'd want his cock in her so bad she'd be begging him for it. He licked and slobbered at her pussy eagerly.

"Aaarrrggghhh! Aggnnngggnnn! Coming! Fucking coming!" she croaked, swirling her hips around in circles. She clutched her tits and tugged at her own nipples. Her belly humped up and down and from side to side. She'd come completely unhinged. And it had only taken a few minutes. Her climax was rolling through her in waves.

Diggens slurped into her cunt, his mouth coated with her thick oily juices. For a sweet little teenager, she sure came good! She came like a woman with thirty years' experience!

"Ooooooh, please! No more! Ooooooh, please, no more!" she groaned, gaping down at him with lust-wild eyes. "I can't stand it! I can't stand your tongue any more! It's driving me crazy! Please! Oooooooh, fuck! Ooooooh fuck!"

He lifted up from her twat, his face a shining oily mess. "You want something else maybe? You want something else up that sweet little cunt of yours? How about a cock? How about a nice thick ten inches of cock as a special treat? What do you say, cockteaser, huh? What do you say to a nice ten inches of cock?"

Becky rolled her head from side to side and humped her ass up off the car as if she hadn't heard him. She was whimpering softly to herself. Her eyes had fluttered closed and her forehead was slick with sweat. She clutched her tits and tweaked the nipples.

"Just as I thought. A nice ten inches of cock. It's just what you need, little cockteaser. It's what all teenage cockteasers need. Yeah, slut, here it comes. Get ready now, cause here it comes!"

Diggens stepped back from her and reached for his belt. He zipped down his fly and let his pants fall to the floor.

Chapter Two

A cock about the size of a baseball bat sprang out from Diggens' shorts as he thrust them to the floor. It swung up then vibrated out, like the branch of a tree, its head gleaming and purple, and its shaft pulsing weirdly with a series of ugly dark-blue veins. The great hairy pouch of his balls dangled down below.

"See what a nice big cock I've got? You could have had this to play with months ago if you hadn't been such a little cockteaser," he breathed, stepping forward between her widespread thighs. He grabbed her knees and pulled her down toward him, so that her yawning wet cunt was winking at him from the very edge of the car hood. He took his cock in hand and began to sc**** it around on the tops of her thighs, never quite coming into contact with her aching pussy hole.

Becky raised her head and gaped down at him with curiosity; she was still coming, her cunt twitching and pulsing weirdly. But she wanted to see his cock. She could feel its hard wet head rubbing around and around against the tops of her legs, and she wanted to see the thing before he rammed it inside her.

"See it? Quite a cock, huh?" Diggens said proudly, like a boy showing off a new toy. "What do you think, huh? What do you think of Freddy's nice big cock?"

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Becky moaned, her eyes rolling at her first sight of the thing. It was huge! Just fucking huge! Did he really plan to fuck her with that thing? It would split her in half! She'd never be able to take it!

Diggens' nudged his cock head closer to her cunt hole, steering it around and around the soggy hair lined slabs of her pussy lips and spreading her juice into the crack of her ass. She was humping up and down still, forcing herself against his hard pole.

"You ready? You ready for some nice hard cock in that sweet teenage pussy of yours?" he leered, then he was slipping forward, letting his granite hard cock slide up and down in the groove of her twat hole. His cock head tilted up over her pubic hair each time he moved.

"Yes! Ohhh God, yes!" she groaned, her voice hoarse. "Please! Do it to me! I need it! I need your cock inside me!"

Diggens smiled good-naturedly. At last after all these months of having to watch the cock teasing little slut parading about in her cut-offs and see-through tops, her shorts and bikinis; he was going to get to fuck her. He was going to get to ram his hard-on deep into her lovely belly. She was begging him for it! She was lying there on the hood of his car, nine tenths nude, begging him to cram her full of cock! What more could a man ask for?

He corkscrewed the head of his prick between her greasy cunt-lips, prying the fat folds of flesh apart and letting her steaming twat juices bathe his hard-on. Then he began to push forward slowly, easing the great solid mushroom-sized cock head deeper and deeper into her. An inch of prick-shaft followed, and another and pretty soon he had three or four inches of hard-on buried up her snatch.

"Oooooooh! Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" she bleated, supporting herself on her elbows on the car hood. She watched with half-closed eyes as his huge log of cock bulled its way through the soft lips of her cunt. It just went on and on and on, inch after inch. There was nothing she could do to stop it, even if she'd wanted to. And she sure didn't want to!

"Such a sweet little cunt! So nice and tight! Ohhh, its such a cute little pussy, isn't it?" Diggens raved, studying, the process of his prick as it drove on and on. "You gonna be able to take it all, little girl? You gonna be able to take all my big hard-on up that sweet little cunt of yours?"

Becky couldn't answer. All she could do was moan softly as she was impaled on the stiff hunk of cock. But it began to look as though she would take it all. It really did! There was no discomfort at all, only soft, sweet warmth between her legs as she sucked the prick inside her. Five, six, seven inches disappeared and he was leaning low over her, putting the full weight of his body behind his drilling cock.

"It's going! Every last fucking inch is going! You sweet little cunt!" he wailed, his eyes flashing. His head dipped and he watched carefully as the eighth, ninth, and final inch of his hard-on vanished. He rested a moment, panting softly, his cock totally embedded in the cunt of the willing teenager's. His crotch hair mingled with her blonde beaver, and his balls slotted into the crack of her ass. Sweat dripped steadily down his face.

"Oooooooh! Oooooooh!" groaned Becky, letting herself fall back across the car. She felt so full! She was completely bloated with cock, her cunt stuffed to capacity with Diggens' colossal hard-on. She breathed deeply, savoring every inch of it.

"Feel good, cockteaser? Ten inches of cock feel good up your hot little cunt? I bet you love it, don't you? I bet you love every fucking inch of it!"

Becky moaned softly, rolling her head back and forth. She squeezed her tits some more, hefted them like bags of sand. And she rubbed her nipples with her thumbs, fucking them this way and that. Her legs were hooked up high on either side of him. Without realizing what she was doing, she wrapped them tightly around his powerful haunches.

He suddenly went wild, bucking in and out of her as if someone was holding something hot to his ass. In and out, in and out he lunged, burying his cock to the hilt, and then pulling it back till only the purple head was inside her quaking cunt lips. The shaft was already greased with all her pussy juice. It shone brightly in the light as he positioned it back and forth.

"Ooooooooh yes! Ooooooh yes!" Becky muttered at last, finding her voice again. "Fuck me like that! Fuck me like that! It feels so good feels so fucking good! Bury your cock inside me! Give me every last inch of it! Ooooooh fuck! Oooooh fuck!"

She was having another climax, this one more powerful and longer lasting than the one before. Hot jolts of pleasure were firing through her cunt walls, making her thighs and belly twitch against Diggens' pumping body. His cock felt like it was bulling up into her chest somewhere. Her tits jiggled and jerked each time he drove into her.

"Such a sweet little slut! Such a sweet little cock teasing slut!" he was chanting, pumping his ass back and forth between her circling legs. He gripped her tiny waist and plowed her deep, carving her cunt hole as wide as he could with every stroke.

"It's so fucking big! Your cock's so fucking big!" she wheezed, biting her bottom lip. "I can feel it all the way up in my belly! Fuck, what a huge, lovely cock!"

Diggens' ass twitched back and forth and his balls swung heavily between his thighs. Heavy cream was swirling inside the hot pouch, boiling up in readiness. He slowed down a fraction and tried to think of other things. At this rate he'd be spurting any second. It would all be over too fast!

"I love it! I love your cock!" she grunted, digging her heels into the small of his back. "It feels so fucking good! It feels so fucking fantastic!"

He tried not to listen to her. He tried to ignore her horny cries. But it was impossible. The hot little bitch was impossible to ignore. He began pumping again, drilling his prick deep. What the fuck, if he came, he came. He couldn't hold back. He couldn't last any length of time with this gorgeous little slut wrapping her legs around him.

He drove into her one last time and his balls fired up their hot load of cream into his stiff prick. A sizzling wad of spunk shot out inside her belly, splattering the cunt walls with silver white paste. But then he was backing out of her, pulling his cock from her steaming box.

You never knew with these stupid young girls. Some of them didn't know the first fucking thing about protection. He slotted his prick into the soggy hair-lined groove of her cunt, letting his cock head tilt up over her belly as he had before. Then he began to spurt put his steaming load of cum all over her golden skin.

"Ooooooh! Ohhhhhhh!" Becky protested, her cunt suddenly cold and empty. Why had he pulled out? Why? Didn't he know she needed him in there? Didn't he know she needed that thick cock bulling back and forth in her pussy? "Aaaannnnnn!" Diggens grunted, watching as streamer after streamer of sizzling hot spunk shot up from his cock head and splattered across her heaving belly.

He came with such force. He always did. He seemed to shoot for yards. Even as he watched now, a long glistening twist of silver cum arced up from his cock and landed on the globe of her left tit. It soiled her hand, d****d itself over her nipple, and slithered down over her belly like a white ribbon. It made a loud smacking sound as it fell across her skin.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" Becky wailed as she felt the hot pellets of cream splash along her tummy. He was coming on her! He was letting all his hot cum splatter her nude brown body! The stuff was splashing on her like grease, covering her with wriggling white stripes!

"How do you like this, cockteaser?" he sneered, driving his cock up and down in the wet upper groove of her cunt. "How do you like being covered in cum, hot slut?"

He jerked his ass, thrusting his cock again and again over her soggy crotch hair. His balls splashed up against her cunt hole each time he drove forward. In no time they were covered in her slimy juice. And jet after jet of the creamy spunk fired off over her belly like water from a hose.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" she whimpered, her pussy lips still twitching with her climax. The cunt lips nipped at the underside of his shaft as if they wanted to suck him back inside.

Scalding blobs of jizz were jumping from his prick and slopping on her belly. A jet sk**ded up between her tits and hit her in the throat. Another splashed the underside of her tit and spun off into her armpit. Great splattering circles of greasy white formed on her fluttering brown belly. Her navel filled up with a steaming pool of the stuff. It overflowed and ribbons... of cream ran off her flanks.

"Ohhh yeah! Lots of cum, that's what I like to see! Lots of cum splashing out over sweet little teenage cockteasers! Feels so good to let it fly! Feels so good!"

Diggens pressed his spurting cock onto her cunt hair with his thumb and forefinger. He watched the jizz fly out. He hadn't come this strongly in a while, and he stared down proudly at all the steaming spunk sloshed across Becky's skin. She whimpered softly, upset that he'd abandoned her when she was coming strongest and shocked that she was so suddenly splattered in layers of hot jism. She glared down between her hooked-up knees and watched as his cock spat out the last few spurts of white. Ropes of cum were drooling down over his fingers into the bristling patch of her cunt hair.

"Pretty little cockteaser, all covered in cum!" he muttered. His humping movements slowed and he drove his cock back and forth almost gently.

"Nnnnnnnn! Nnnnnnn!" murmured Becky, still pumping her cunt up at him. She massaged her tits tenderly and his cum stuck her fingers together messily.

His cock finally empty, Diggens leaned low over her. He used one hand to scoop his jism back and forth on her belly. Then he began to smear the stuff into her skin like oil. He smoothed it up from her pussy hair over her stomach, over her flanks and up onto her rib cage. In seconds she was shining with a warm layer of spunk, as if she'd been painted.

Suddenly she reached down to help him, running her fingers all over her belly and tits and smearing his cum into her golden skin lewdly. She glowed wetly, d****d over the hood of the car like some exotic shining ornament.

Chapter Three

Becky walked around for several days in a trance, not quite believing what had happened between her and Diggens in the darkened garage. She'd seemed so in control of everything. For months she'd enjoyed teasing him, leading him on, as she liked to do with so many men. And suddenly things had gotten out of hand. He'd caught her with her pants down, so to speak, and had fucked the ass off her before she'd quite realized what had happened.

She couldn't get over the way he'd pulled out of her at the last minute, as if he didn't care at all about what she was feeling. All that cum! Why, he'd covered her in it! She'd been bathed in the stuff, from crotch to tits, splattered and soiled purposely! It had felt so strange!

But it had felt kind of neat in a way, she had to admit. It had been quite exciting. If only he hadn't had to pull out to do it! She'd felt so empty, so hungry as he'd pumped out his jism all over her. It might be fun to try something like that again, in the future, but only after she'd come! Only after she didn't need the cock inside her any more!

She didn't see Diggens for nearly a week, and then he just smiled at her strangely from across the flowerbeds one morning, as if nothing had happened between them. He didn't seem in the slightest bit worried that she'd tell anyone about their get-together. He just seemed very content, as though he'd finally gotten what he'd wanted all these months and he was now content to let things be. Even when she strolled down the driveway in her cut-offs, he was nowhere around to ogle her.

And she didn't really mind. Carrying on an affair with a married next-door neighbor who was old enough to be her father was certainly a risky business. They were sure to be found out sooner cir later. And for now she had lots of other things to keep her busy. Like her babysitting, for example. There'd be no mention of either car washing or payment fee after the fuck session in the garage. And in a way she was glad. She was a babysitter, not a whore.

She had several jobs that week, and she sat through them in something of a daze, staring at TV with her mind drifting round in the clouds somewhere. It wasn't till the weekend that she finally started taking an interest in life once mare.

She was at the Randall's house, babysitting their two small boys, and she'd become half interested, in some stupid TV show when Mr. Randall burst back into the house. He and his good-looking young wife Sandra had left less than an hour before and Becky thought he'd forgotten something. She smiled pleasantly as he paced back and forth in front of her, shifting nervously on the couch whenever he looked at her.

"Shit, what a boring party!" he complained finally. "And Sandra's making eyes at that asshole Larry again. I couldn't stand it."

Becky didn't know what to say. She gazed up at him and waited for him to go on. But he seemed quite content just to look at her. He was examining her carefully, glaring at her tits and then at her face as if he were about to ask her something. He appeared to be very restless.

He was really very attractive, Becky mused, eyeing him in return. He was one of the youngest of the several young marrieds that she babysat for and she often found herself looking forward to coming to his house. He was in his mid-twenties. He was dark and sturdy, with piercing brown eyes and a moustache that she thought was real cute.

"Do you want me to leave then? Are you going to stay home?" she queried, hoping he'd let her stay. Her eyes smiled at him warmly.

"Oh no, honey, I don't want you to leave, I came back just to see you, as a matter of fact. You're gorgeous, has anyone ever told you that?" He was staring directly into her deep cleavage, and Becky found herself blushing. She was not a girl who blushed easily. She was far from shy. But for some reason she flushed under the piercing stare of the young Frank Randall. Maybe it was because he was so direct. Most guys who were attracted to her seemed a bit intimidated by her good looks, as if they thought her unapproachable. He wasn't. He was confident and cool.

"You're the sexiest, most beautiful baby sitter we've ever had. I think about you a lot." He thought about her a lot! Was he k**ding her, or what? This was unreal! Surely he must be teasing her! She let her eyes drop from his face and found herself gazing right at his bulging crotch. The swell of his cock and balls were right at her eye level, and she couldn't really ignore them. She glared at the bulge thoughtfully, trying to imagine what his prick must look like.

"Married life isn't always what it's cracked up to be," he went on, noticing the direction of her gaze. He stepped toward her casually, his hands on his hips, a slight smile on his face. "In fact sometimes it can be a real fuck-up."

Becky kept her eyes on his crotch the whole time he was approaching her. When he was about a foot from her, he stopped, stared down at the top of her blonde head. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to look. What was this all about? Just what was going on here? His cock and balls looked so big!

"Would you like to suck me off?" he asked her, quite casually. "Would you like to take my cock out and suck it?"

Becky gulped and looked up at him quickly. Then she stared back down again. She swallowed noisily, her mind racing. She did! Oh God, she did! He was so cute! His cock and balls looked so interesting! She couldn't deny that she wanted to do exactly what he'd just suggested. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not yet.

"Well?" he leered, his voice tense. "You've been eyeing my cock for the past ten minutes. Do you want to put it in your mouth and suck it, or don't you?"

"Yes," she muttered softly, keeping her eyes cast down. "Yes I do."

"Yes, what? What do you want to do?" he persisted, determined to make her say the words. He loved to hear young girls mouthing obscenities.

"Yes, I want to suck you off. I want to put your cock in my mouth and suck it." There, she said it! And it felt good! It felt good to admit it!

"Okay. Then let's go to it. No point in fucking around. Unzip my fly." He smirked down at her, his hands still on his hips, his crotch-thrusting out suggestively.

Becky brought up her hand, clasped the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged down and there was a loud zipping sound. She unsnapped his pants and pulled them down to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers in his shorts and slid them quickly down his legs. Finally she glanced up. Her eyes widened as she stared at his cock and balls. She hadn't expected anything quite so big, even when she'd examined the bulge in his pants. His prick was about eight inches long, and it wasn't even erect! It hung down from a thick growth of crotch hair like a limp snake, its head thrust out from its foreskin. It looked too thick to get her fingers around.

It was a dark brownish color, except for the mushroom head, which was a deep shade of purple, and two veins pulsed up its side, which were blue. It hung a little to the left, and as she watched, it began to twitch upwards ever so slightly. It was pointing at her crotch accusingly.

"Well, what do you think?" he asked, studying her reaction. "Is it a nice cock or what? What do you think?"

"It's beautiful. It's lovely," Becky praised, glaring at it with big round eyes. His nuts dangled down below in a huge pouch, like two captured billiard balls. Tiny black hairs bristled on the leathery sac.

"Then why don't you touch it? Why don't you play with it? Don't be scared. It won't hurt you!"

"I'm not scared!" Becky shot back, and in truth she wasn't. She'd just been caught a little off guard again, that's all, and she needed a moment or two to adjust.

Slowly, she planted her fingers under the great heavy head of his cock. She lifted it up, hefted it on her palm, and stared at the winking piss-slit. The thing gleamed at her wetly, like a reptile. His balls shifted in their pouch as the skin at the base of his cock stretched.

"It's so big!" she muttered, her mouth watering. "I can't get over how big it is!"

It occurred to her to tell him about Diggens' cock and how it had been one of the biggest she'd ever seen. But she changed her mind at the last minute. Men never liked to be compared to each other. They were so sensitive about those things. Randall's cock would be the bigger of the two when stiff, but she decided not to mention it.

"Have you handled many cocks?" he asked her, savoring the feel of her long cool fingers on his heated prick. He was going to have some hard-on by the time this little bitch was through with him, he could tell. The sight of her sweet and innocent face inches from his prick was driving him crazy already.

"I'm not telling!" she teased, smiling up at him. She curled her slender fingers under and around his growing prick and tilted it upright, her eyes taking in every inch of its mottled surface. It was like some great bat handle in her fist.

"I think you have. Looks to me like you know how to handle cocks," he went on. She was really handling him tenderly, expertly, careful not to hurt him.

Her one hand began to shuck up and down ever so gently on his cock while the other one came up to cup and caress the swinging sac of his balls. She played with the delicate bag and squeezed very softly, joggling the twin nuts against each other like hard-boiled eggs. She raised her eyes to his face to check out his reaction.

"Yeah, that feels so nice," he encouraged. "Your hand feels so good on my cock!"

She played for several more seconds. Then she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and poked out her tongue. She was searching for his balls. When she finally found one with her tongue-tip she nudged it back and forth like a piece of candy. She gave it several long licks and made it gleam with spit.

"Ohhhh!" he moaned suddenly, surprised that she'd caught on so fast. This one didn't seem to need much instruction! She seemed to have everything well under control!

"That feel good? My tongue feel good on your balls?"

"Ohhh fuck, you guessed it!" he wheezed. "Lick them balls! Lick them aching balls!"

Pumping his cock slowly in one hand, Becky slopped her lush mouth about on his ball sac. Smudges of pretty pink lipstick began to appear on the dangling hairy pouch. When she dipped her head forward a fraction more and turned her face to one side, one of his swollen nuts plopped between her lips easily.

"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" he mumbled, watching his ball disappear inside her warm wet mouth. She was sucking on it, rolling it about on her tongue, and bathing it in the lush heat of her mouth. It bulged out one of her cheeks lewdly.

"Mmmpppfff!" she said, chewing on his ball gently. A man's balls were so sensitive, she knew. Her mouth lifted off his captured nut, spit it out noisily. She snorted loudly and attacked the other one, siphoning it inside her lips before he realized what was happening. She licked and sucked at this one just as hungrily, rolling her eyes up to his face suggestively. She seemed to be smiling.

"Ohhhhh! Suck them balls! Suck them fucking balls!" he encouraged, truly impressed with her talents. And he thought he'd have to lead her every step of the way! This little slut could probably teach him a thing or two!

Becky backed off him one last time. When she dipped back down, she struggled to suck both balls, his entire ball sac, inside her gaping mouth. The nuts swung this way and that, and she had to chase them about some, but at last she cornered them, trapped them under the nook of his thighs. She wriggled her lips forward and slopped both his aching nuts inside her mouth.

"Mnmmnnnnmmmmnnn!" he groaned softly, her mouth driving him mad. She was using her mouth like an experienced whore! And she was just a sweet neighborhood teenager!

Becky snorted and puffed in his crotch, her nose suck deep into his thigh. His balls bulged out both her cheeks, making her look as though she had the mumps. Her eyes popped and her nostrils flared and she gurgled deep in her throat. She used her tongue to lick and tease his captured nuts, diddling them this way and that and getting tiny hairs caught between her teeth.

Then she backed off quickly, spurting the wet ball sac from her mouth with an obscene, squishing sound. Tiny beads of spit dripped from his ball hairs. She gave the pouch a last little kiss then turned her eyes up at him again and began to lick lovingly up from the base of his cock.

"Shit, you really like this, don't you!" he marveled. "You really love to use your mouth on a guy, huh? I don't believe it!"

Up the length of his hardening cock Becky licked with slow sweeps of her tongue. She started at the bottom and worked her way up a few inches at a time, forcing the loose outer skin of his shaft up and down as she moved. In seconds his growing prick was shining brightly with saliva and lip-gloss.

"Mmmmmmm, feels good, hey?" she asked sweetly, staring up at him as she licked. "My tongue feel real good on your cock?"

He glared down at her, thrilled that she seemed to be enjoying herself so. How many chicks got into oral sex as willingly as this? And how many were as good at it? Not many in his experience, that was for sure. Certainly not his wife Sandra, who seemed to find the whole notion revolting.

Becky's fist had stopped pumping him for the moment, for she was approaching the head of the cock with her mouth. She used her fingers to prop him upright, and licked the last few inches more slowly than the rest. Her tongue wrapped around his prick, wetting the shaft and making it shine. Her chin gleamed with her own saliva.

"Are you going to suck it now?" he breathed, his heart pounding. "Are you going to take it in your mouth and suck it?"

"What do you think?" she teased, still staring at him. "Is that what you want? Would you like me to suck you off?" Again he groaned deeply. She seemed to enjoy talking this way as much as he did! She appeared to love the long slow ritual of easy sex. What a girl! What a fantastic girl! What would he give for a long weekend with this little slut!

"It seems to be ready. It sure seems to be ready for sucking," she said casually. "I guess we may as well go ahead. I guess I may as well suck you off!"

"Ohhhhnnnnnn!" Randall croaked, his balls churning.

She was holding his hard-on directly in front of her face, eyeing it curiously. And suddenly she stuck out her tongue again and licked it beneath its swollen head. It tilted upwards, forced higher by her wet tongue, and then slipped off to one side and smeared a clear trail of pre-cum juice down her cheek. It vibrated up and down in the air heavily.

"Naughty, naughty," she teased, wrapping her fingers around it strongly and pulling it back in front of her face. A pearl of clear cum seeped out its piss-slit and she licked it off with the tip of her tongue.

"Oooohhhh, God! Ohhh, God!" moaned Randall. If she kept this up, he'd be shooting before she even got him inside!

"You're leaking! Your cock's oozing all this stuff!" She pouted, watching as yet another glob of juice slipped from the cock head. "I guess you're pretty excited, huh? I guess I've gotten you all hot and bothered!"

Randall tried to say something, but for the moment no sound would come, out from his gasping lips. He glared down at her stupidly, totally at the mercy of the horny teenager. He just stood there, bare-assed in his own living room, his cock a giant boom of flesh in her expert hands.

"Well, what a naughty cock! What a naughty cock!" she was saying over and over again, licking its head time and again. And then she gave it one last glance, angled her head, and then slipped the swollen prick head between her full and pouty lips.

She sank lower, sucking in inch after inch of granite hard shaft till half the thing was in her mouth. Her velvet tongue guided it back into her throat and swirled up and around the sides of the thing. It was throbbing hotly, still leaking warm pre-cum juice.

"Ohhh shit!" he wheezed, watching her cheeks swell and hollow as she sucked on him. "What a mouth! What a fine mouth for sucking you've got, little girl!"

Becky was resting a moment, her lips wrapped tightly around the bulk of his cock. Then she was lunging lower, closing her eyes in concentration. She dropped down rapidly, slipping in five, six, and seven inches of cock at one gulp. She paused only a second then continued, drilling every last inch of his giant prick inside her mouth with one final fast movement of her head.

"Ohhh, fuck! What a sucker! What a fine little cocksucker you are! You took it all! You sucked it all inside!" Randall croaked. He could feel her hot breath against his lower belly.

"Mmmmmmffffff!" Becky snorted, her face full of cock. "Mmmmmmffffff! Ggggggnnnnnn!"

Her mouth raised up on his cock, leaving it glistening with spit and lip-gloss. But as soon as she reached the head, she drove back down, burying the thing to the hilt. Then up she rose, and back down. She set up a steady sucking rhythm on his cock, driving her face up and down on him in a mad dance.

"Feels so good! Feels so fucking good!" he groaned, shifting his hips back and forth gently.

He didn't really have to do anything. She had it all under control. She had a hand clasped on his balls and she was squeezing and caressing softly, coaxing up his cum. The other hand stayed poised at the base of his cock, and each time her mouth rose up, her fingers curled around his cock quickly and gave him a crazy little jerk. She was masturbating him and sucking him at the same time.

And she began to hum deep inter throat. It was like a low growl, very soft and very sexy. He swore he could feel the vibrations on the shaft of his prick. She was sucking him off like an expert.

"You sure know what you're doing, little girl!" he praised, amazed that his sweet little babysitter seemed so experienced at cock sucking.

"Mmmmmmffffff!" Becky moaned. She had sucked him to total and complete erection, drawing up his cock till it tilted to the ceiling like a rocket. Now all she had to do was bring him off. All she had to do was suck up his jism.

"You suck so good! You suck so fucking good!" he wailed. "Where did you learn to suck cocks like this? Did you go to cock sucking school or what? You're so good! Ohhh! Ohhh!"

Becky really was doing a terrific job. Her head moved up and down with even, regular strokes, and her tongue licked him every which way. She was even using her cheeks, puffing them in and out on his cock as if she were playing it like an instrument. From time to time she let the cock slip from her mouth altogether. Then she kissed and licked it, rubbing it over her face.

"You ready for my jism? I'm going to come real soon. You ready for a mouthful of creamy jism?" he grunted, driving his hips at her. The cum was swirling in his balls, coned up by her squeezing fingers.

"Mmnimmmffffff, yes!" she moaned, glancing up at him. "Come in my mouth! I want to taste your stuff! I want to taste your stuff I want to drink down all your hot spunk!"

Her lips corkscrewed back over his cock head and plunged halfway down his shaft. Her fist circled the cock base and pumped up and down, making his balls jiggle in her fingers. She bucked back and forth, licked his cock shaft hungrily, then backed off, turned her eyes up to his. Her fist shucked on him.

"You ready? You really ready to come?" Her lovely face was gleaming.

"Fuck, of course! Mmmmmmnnnnnn! Suck it! Suck my cock! I'm going to come any fucking second!" And he drove his cock through the tight circle of her hand, humping it up toward her face.

She bent her head quickly and sucked him inside, twisting her fist on the cock base and making lewd squeaking noises. Her mouth began to buck up and down on him crazily, and her bright blonde hair bounced prettily. It would only be a matter of seconds now, she realized, and he would be over the edge. She could feel tremors and twitches at the base of his cock and in his balls.

"Ggggggllllllgggggg!" she spurted, her mouth and throat suddenly clogged with what seemed like a quart of hot jism. It was as if she'd stuck her mouth over a faucet and turned the thing on full force. Her mouth was being pumped full of creamy liquid.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" he groaned, driving his cock between her sucking lips with long, vicious lunges. "Coming in your mouth! Just like you said! I'm spurting my cum into your mouth! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"

His prick sawed in and out, and each time he drove his split cock head in violent little bursts and hit the roof of her mouth or the back of her throat, forcing her head to rear back, her neck to recoil. It was as if she were being repeatedly slapped.

She grunted, swallowing as fast as possible. Her throat heaved with the effort. And down squished his jism, between her cheeks and gums, under her tongue, and back into her sucking throat.

"Suck it all down! Eat my jizz!" he croaked, amazed that she seemed to be swallowing all he had to offer. Her lips slid up and down on him expertly, siphoning up the scalding cream. So far she had not lost a single drop.

It was all a matter of timing, Becky was musing calmly. It didn't matter how much cum a guy shot off, you could swallow it all if you timed your gulps right. You had to wait for the tell tale twitches in the cock base, then, as soon as your mouth filled up with cream, you gulped deeply once or twice. You could have your mouth and throat clear before the next thick blast shot free.

"Ohhhhhh, what a mouth! What a fantastic, hot little mouth!" Randall groaned, shooting the last of his jism into the sweet teenager's sucking mouth. "You took it all! You took every last fucking drop of cum!"

Becky swallowed noisily, her eyes fixed on his sweating face. She let her cheeks balloon out with a thick load of cream, and then sucked it all down to her stomach. Only a tiny trail of white seeping from the left corner of her mouth showed what she'd been drinking. She backed off his cock, let it swing damply in the air. Then she opened her mouth and turned her face toward him, showing him what was inside.

He gaped, examining her white-coated tongue and her creamy lips as she smiled up at him suggestively. She swirled her tongue around and licked her lips, as if she'd just eaten the most satisfying meal of her life. A look of total contentment spread across her lovely teenage features.

"I love to drink cum! Every guy tastes different, you know? It's like they all have different flavors. Can you imagine? Fresh flavors of cum! They should sell the stuff to horny girls like me! They'd make a fortune!"

Randall stared down at her tiredly, watching her smack her lips and pump his softening cock in her expert fingers. His prick was drooling a clear warm liquid over her jerking hand. His cock was turning into a long thick noodle. He tried to back away from her, but she held on to him tightly.

"It's such far-out stuff," she went on matter-of-factly. "It's so warm and sticky. Kind of like glue, or wax or something, you know? I really love it. I really love to eat it."

And as he watched her, Becky leaned in toward his wilting cock and gave it a loving kiss, planting her full cum-smeared lips on the limp shaft. She rolled her eyes up to him and smiled a teasing little-girl smile. Then she began licking his cock slowly and deliberately.

Chapter Four

Becky felt better for having sucked off Frank Randall. Somehow it made her fuck session with Fred Diggens seem less important. And so she began to relax. She eyen looked back on her sexual encounters, especially the one with Diggens, as quite amusing. After all, she had fucked him on the hood of his car! That was kind of kinky! Most people, certainly most girls her age, had fucked inside a car at some time. But how many had fucked on top of a car, on a car hood! She smiled as she thought back on the crazy encounter.

She even began to look around at the men she came in contact with, the men she often babysat for, with a new interest. She began to wonder what they'd be like in bed. She started to grow curious about the size of their cocks, and what it would be like to suck on them. She even wondered what their jism would taste like.

For some reason she found these older men much more interesting than the guys she dated. She wasn't quite sure why this was, but she suspected it was because the older men were always unavailable for anything but the most casual sex. They were all married. They often had beautiful young wives and c***dren. And so they could never make any demands on her.

She began to really enjoy her babysitting jobs. Most of the time the presence of a certain male, and the fact that she was in his home, made her horny as hell. And this was especially true of Roger Todd.

The fact that the Todds were quite well off could also have had something to do with it. They had a swimming pool, and whenever she was invited to baby-sit, Becky asked if she could come a little early and use it. The Todds were nice people and they always said yes. She spent many an afternoon before an evening's babysitting sloshing about in the green-blue water, tiring herself out.

Roger Todd sometimes joined her. While his wife was getting the k**s to bed and preparing herself for an evening out, he would swim a few laps with Becky and chat with her, asking her all about school and her social life.

One Saturday night, just as the sun was going down and the sky was all orange, they were swimming back and forth quietly, neither one saying very much. Mrs. Todd, as usual, was indoors somewhere, settling the k**s down and getting herself ready. Finally Becky stopped swimming and sat on the cement steps of the pool. She watched Roger Todd swim back and forth for several minutes.

"You have a fantastic body," she said at last when he paused for a breather in the shallow end of the pool.

"What?" he asked her, not sure he'd quite heard right. He moved toward her and tilted his head to one side, shaking water from his ear.

"You have such a strong, fantastic body. I really like it."

Todd gazed at her closely a moment, his eyes roving up over the lush mounds of her tits that were packed into the tiniest of string bikinis. The globes were way too heavy for the flimsy harness, and they bulged out the sides and over the top of the two tiny triangles obscenely. They were a golden-brown color, baked delightfully by many days in the sun. Tiny beads of water speckled them and made them shine erotically.

The peach colored material of her bikini top had stretched taut to contain the monster jugs, and now that it was all wet it forced her erect nipples out like stark jutting thumbs. Her nipples were about an inch long and very thick.

"Thank you. I like your body too. You have gorgeous tits," he answered finally, staring at her without embarrassment.

She felt a spark shoot deep into her belly. She sat there in the shallow water and was thankful that no cunt stains could appear on the front of her already wet bikini panties. The cool water swirled around her softly.

"In fact, everything about you is fucking gorgeous, little Becky," Todd went on, slipping down beside her on the steps. He glanced briefly toward the house to make sure he wasn't being observed.

Becky found herself checking the house as well. Then she was leaning over toward him, letting her right tit flop wetly against his arm. She wanted to reach out and cup his cock and balls through his wet trunks, but she thought better of it. Some guys got really upset if a woman made the first move. And besides, he might not want to do anything here.

"I'd like a quick look at those tits, in fact. What do you say?" he breathed. Suddenly he was feeling her tit with his hand, squeezing the lush flesh of her tit through her tiny bikini top. He massaged the jug and ran his thumb up over her stiffened nipple.

And that was enough of a move for Becky. She snaked her arm between his legs, palmed the large mass of his cock and balls through his trunks, and began to rub up and down on the warm swelling. His prick seemed to have started growing already. It felt like a great soft sausage under her fingers.

"Fuck, little girl, you're quite a bundle, aren't you? How'd you get your tits so full and big? These nipples are big enough to poke your eye out!"

He wriggled his fingers into the top of her bikini and tugged down, forcing her huge tit out over the material. Her nipple shot into his palm like a hot stone, and he began to squeeze and caress her naked tit all over again, amazed at the solid springiness of her tit-mounds. They were making his mouth water.

"Ohhhhh! Yes! Feel my tits!" she moaned, her eyes fluttering with lust. Her hand circled the hot column of his prick. She tried to jerk him up and down, but his bathing suit was too confining.

"My, you are a fast worker, aren't you?" he praised, leaning down over her erect nipple. He sucked the thing quickly between his lips and began teasing it with his tongue and teeth.

"Ohhhhhhh! Yes! Suck my tits!" she encouraged, running her hand down over his balls. "Suck my tits real hard!"

He circled her nipple with his tongue and sucked up the entire end of her tit with his mouth. His hand squeezed the plush globe roughly, and then slipped lower, over her belly and beyond. His fingers burrowed under the tiny triangle of peach-colored cloth at her crotch and frizzled through her sopping wet pussy hair. He dug his middle finger far up her cunt.

"Oooooooh! Oooooooooh!" she wheezed, desperately trying to free his cock from his tight trunks. "I want your cock! I need your cock! Please, let me have it! I want it so bad!"

"Yeah, and I need your cunt real bad too," he agreed, spitting out her stiffened nipple. "I suggest we adjourn to the bath-house to fuck!"

He drove his long finger back and forth in her soggy cunt half a dozen times, simulating a cock. Then he pulled his hand from her pants and tried to stand up.

"I want your cock! I want your cock!" she complained, still trying to free his hardening prick from his trunks. She was pouting c***dishly, like someone being deprived of a toy.

"Well, you've gotta let me go first, for fuck's sake! Let's go to the bathhouse to fuck! Just let me go a minute!" He struggled with her there in the shallow water, trying to keep his voice down. At last he tugged her wrist from his trunks and forced her to let go of his hard-on. His cock poked out of the suit, looming up toward his belly.

Half puffing and half pushing her, Todd hustled the sweet teenager from the warm pool and into a small wooden structure off to one side. The bathhouse had been an afterthought, a combined sauna and changing room that they'd put in long after the pool to prevent guests tramping through the house in dripping bathing suits.

He bustled the confused teenager through the door and closed it swiftly behind them. His cock was throbbing in his trunks and his heart was pounding. This was very dangerous, he knew, but he couldn't stop himself. Not now. He was too far-gone.

So, apparently, was she. Even before he had the door closed, she was reaching for him, grabbing the three inches of cock that loomed over the top of his bathing suit. He slapped her hand away immediately, but she was hot to be put off. She fell to her knees in front of him