Every society is marked by an adolescent stage. A growing-up period. A time when each young member feels more daring and modern than the adults ruling the establishment the young person rebels against. Nowhere is this phenomenon more apparent than in an open society like ours.
Kristi Bell's story is that of a young girl growing up in her own special way: Breaking the moral code she has believed in. Flaunting her body in open rebellion. Reveling in any wanton new experience. Indeed, Kristi makes a world of her own, where hedonism becomes the standard.
SEE THE BABYSITTER COME-the story of a young girl's struggle to find herself, and the experiences that carry her over the threshold into young adulthood and eventually happiness. A timely story for our restless society.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER ONE
Kristi Bell had rushed directly to her babysitting job after cheerleader practice. She still had on her sweet little uniform, the tight tight blue sweater with a white stripe around the middle, and the tiny white skirt with the blue stripe around the hem which fell in pleats around her juicy young thighs. This outfit was complemented by the blue knee sox, blue-and-white tennis shoes, and a pair of snug blue tights that sucked in at her crotch.
Kristi was charming, with a cherubic face and brown hair cut in a fuck that fell evenly on her shoulders. For her age, she was already quite developed, her tits full, round. Her waist was narrow and her hips round and ripe, flowing into her legs which were trim and tapered, the skin smooth as silk. She was an angel.
Kristi been babysitting for Mr. and Mrs. Peterson for a couple months now. It was easy work, for their son Danny required little else but companionship.
Al Peterson was a solid six-footer, ruggedly handsome, with sandy hair. His wife, Vicki, was a short blonde, very well-developed with large tits and a finely sculptured body. Her square-cut face was framed by her short hair.
The Petersons were in a hurry and left quick instructions that Danny was to be in bed by at least ten o'clock. Then they scurried out of the house and Kristi settled on the couch to watch TV with Danny.
They watched two shows and then Kristi made him go upstairs to take his shower and go to bed. She looked in on him as he lay in his bed, said goodnight and returned to the living room. She turned down the lights to watch some more TV, then catch a nap on the couch until Mr. and Mrs. Peterson returned.
As she sat on the couch watching Johnny Carson, she wished she were out with one of her boyfriends, maybe Mac Holt, the quarterback on the football team. Just thinking about Mac made her hot! She couldn't help it, he always had that effect on her, although they'd only dated a couple times and kissed once.
She slid down on the edge of the couch, her cheerleader's skirt skipped up over her navy-blue tights. When she was alone like this, she sometimes liked to rub-her pussy.
"Oooooooh," she sighed as her hand slipped over the soft, warm mound between her legs, feeling how her muffy was pushing out the tights.
Her thumb, forefinger, and little finger were all extended like three sharp points as her other two fingers slid up and down on her blue panties, rubbing on her itchy cunt.
Kristi had never been fucked, but that didn't stop her from thinking about it. She visualized having a prick in her pussy and she wondered how it would feel.
"Oh, God," she whispered, digging her fingers harder into her pussy.
Her tight little pants became all wet at the crotch, sticky and juicy. She kept thinking of Mac, his muscular body, the way he looked in his football uniform, his cute ass. She sighed; then curled her fingers and yanked her panties to one side, exposing the puff of pretty brown hair between her legs. Kristi slipped her finger in he slippery slit and diddled her cunt.
"Oh, Mac." She shuddered.
She spread her legs wide, a picture of sweet passion. Her hips humped up off the edge of the couch, rolling toward her fucking finger.
"Fuck me, Mac!" she sobbed.
Her jerking, jacking, finger-fucking became frantic. She threw her head back. Her hips twisted. Her finger danced on her clit.
"Mac!" she whimpered.
She thought about his hard, long cock sticking in her pussy. She saw it going in faster and faster, saw his cute ass pumping to her. The feeling raced through her body and she stiffened.
"Oh, God ... I do love this," she murmured. "Oh ... ah ... fuck me! Oh, I love it so much!" And she did. She loved aiming and as that sweet rapture flooded her ripe young body, she quaked and threw her head from side to side. She bit down on her lip, fucking her finger in faster, screwing it deep into her cunt, her wrist loose.
"I'm aiming!" she whispered to herself, careful not to wake up young Danny.
She then fell back on the couch, spent, relaxed, tingling in the afterglow of her sweet climax. Her pussy was dripping, soaking wet, and as she lay there, she heard the Peterson's car drive up out front. She quickly pulled her tights back into place, pulled her skirt down and sat like an innocent young teenager on the couch as the married couple entered the house.
"Everything all right, Kristi?" Vicki asked.
"Danny any trouble?"
"None at all."
"Well, that's good," Mr. Peterson said. "I'll drive you home now."
"Okay," Kristi said.
She got in the car with Al Peterson and they drove down the tree-lined street.
"You look nice tonight," he said casually.
"Oh, well, it's just my cheerleading uniform," Kristi said sweetly.
"You look good in it."
She was surprised. Good in it? What did he mean? "In my uniform?" she asked.
"Yes, you look beautiful in it."
"Gee, I'm glad you like it, Mr. Peterson," she said.
She felt the hot juices of her pussy still bubbling from her shimmering climax. She crossed her legs, the right one hanging lazily over the top of the left. She swung her tennis shoe slowly.
"Yes, I do like it."
Kristi didn't know what to say, what to think. Was he coming on to her?
He reached over and lifted her hand off the seat and squeezed it lightly. "Here's your money," he said, gripping her little hand long after he had pressed a ten-dollar bill into it.
Then he brought her hand over and placed it on his lap. He set it on top of his surging, throbbing cock, which was now hard and long, proud and big with a big hard-on.
"Ahhhhh," Kristi gasped. w
He let go of her hand, but held her wrist, pushing her hand down onto his cock. Kristi rubbed it, gliding the ten-dollar bill over the hard mass.
"But, Mr. Peterson," she mumbled.
He held her wrist, making her hand dance on his cock. Kristi liked the way it felt, the way it thumped under her soft fingers. Her pussy was all hot again. "Mr. Peterson, I don't know if-"
"It feels good when you do that, Kristi," the man whispered.
"Oh," Kristi panted. "I don't know
"Goddamn, honey!" he gulped.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson," Kristi swooned.
She dropped the ten between his legs and clutched at his burning cock. She grasped his prick in her hand, wrapping her fingers around the bulge and squeezing savagely.
"Oh, shit!" he sighed.
"It's soooo big," she cooed.
"Big for you, Kristi."
"But Mr. Peterson, that's my house coming up on the left."
He reached over quickly with his free hand and thrust it underhanded, up under her skirt until his fingers mashed on her sweet muff.
"My god, it's all wet down there," he gasped. "You're soaking."
"Uh, huh," Kristi mumbled, sliding her legs apart.
He rubbed her pussy and Kristi shivered with delight.
"Mr. Peterson, we shouldn't," She said passionately, "my house is right here,"
Al knew he couldn't spend much more time with her. His wife would become suspicious if he was gone too long. He was about to cum in his slacks and he knew he'd better not do that either because there would be no way to explain it. Vicki would know.
He stopped the car in front of Kristi's house. Quickly he pulled the young teenager to him and kissed her hotly, sending his tongue scorching into her sweet mouth.
Kristi squeezed on his surging cock. It felt big, good, the way it thumped, pulsating in her grip.
Al's hand was slushy, gummy from the juices seeping through Kristi's tights under the cheerleader skirt. As they kissed, he reached up and dipped his hand deep into her pants, slipping his trembling fingers into the thick fuzz of her pussy. She gasped, breaking away from his sucking kiss.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson!"
"Unzip my fly," he begged.
"I don't think ... I mean ... right here in front of my house?"
"Please," he pleaded.
She zipped it down.
"Now reach in and take out my prick," he panted.
"Mr. Peterson!" she gasped as her hand dug into his trousers and throbbing cock.
It was big and thick and the head of it was covered with foam. She clutched it with her soft, little hand. She had no idea how big it was but his cock was so long, so hard, so smooth, and it thumped hotly in her fingers.
"Goddamn, honey," he sighed, his finger dipping into her sticky cunt.
"Oh," Kristi whined, "I feel so good. So good, Mr. Peterson!"
Her body trembled, shook, and she climaxed quickly. As she did, she pumped on his spitting cock. He couldn't hold back. He sprayed a wave of thick cream, wads shooting into the air. Kristi watched it erupt in the light of the street light, eagerly watching the cream spill out.
She came again. Her whole body wracked with that sweet tingle.
"Shit!" Mr. Peterson babbled. "Oh, shit, Kristi!"
Kristi fist-fucked his spurting prick, loving the hard hot feel of the cockshaft thumping and throbbing in her hands as the big head spewed out its thick load. She chopped her hands up and down wildly, hard and fast, and they made a sweet sucking sound as she masturbated the gasping man.
His finger danced in and out of her cunt, keeping Kristi on the tingling edge of paradise. She wanted to scream with delight because she loved this feeling ripping through her more than anything she could think of. Oh, how she loved cuming!
She beat his cock furiously with one hand, reaching down and cupping his balls with the other, squeezing them softly. She floated on wave after wave of delicious rapture. She just couldn't stop cuming. The feel of the squishy cock really turned her on and the way it squirted juice amazed her.
"You goddamn little sonofabitch!" the man rasped. "You sweet little cock-beater!"
"Oh, sir!" Kristi gulped.
He slicked and slished his finger into her creamy cunt. She rode the sweet feeling all the way to a swooning ecstasy, moaning and murmuring with little girl sobs as she pumped, flicking her wrist up and down, her charm bracelet sliding up and down with her jacking strokes.
"You sweet hand-fucker!" the man panted. "Beat me off. Give me a hand-job!"
"Oh, God, sir!" Kristi yelped, whacking faster and faster, holding the cockstalk midway, the top half wagging and flagging, the big head foaming and fizzing.
Big chunks of cum flew to her thighs, splashed and splattered, dripped and trickled. His cock kept shooting until Mr. Peterson fell back on the seat, spent. So did Kristi, both of them shaking, trembling.
Al handed her his hankie and Kristi cleaned the cream from her fingers and hand, dabbing at the goops on her thighs, cleaning her sticky legs. Then she handed the hankie back and picked up the cum-soaked ten-dollar bill from the seat. Flipping up her skirt, she stuck it deep into her navy-blue tights.
He leaned down and licked at her crotch. He kissed her cheerleading undies, flapped his tongue at her cunt underneath.
"Mmmmm," he mumbled.
Kristi spread her legs and let his lick. He pulled the pants to one side and stuck his tongue in there and licked her pussy. The feel of the wet dobber on her cunt lips sent another satisfying thrill through the young babysitter.
She pushed her hips off the seat, thrusting her pussy in his face. He lapped hungrily until she fluttered into another climax. He kept her on the edge of sweet ecstasy, licking, snapping, snacking at her cunt, her precious teenaged cunt.
"Oh, Sir, Sir, please Sir..." she moaned.
She rolled her fine ass. He ate her pussy, holding the tights to one side of her crotch, his face mashed into the heat of her pussy.
"Sir, this is fabulous," the girl sighed.
"Uh, huh," he mumbled.
When he had thoroughly delighted the young girl, he got up. He reached for his wallet and pulled out several twenty-dollar bills. He handed them all to Kristi.
"But, Sir..."
"That's for you, darling, a tip."
Kristi was delighted. She noticed the man's cock was all hard again. She reached over and clutched him.
"Want me to jack you off again, Sir?"
"Oh, I'd love it, dear, but I must get back."
Kristi took the money, tucking it into her soaking wet tights. "Call me when you need me, Mr. Peterson," she said.
He watched the lovely roll of her fine ass. It flipped and rolled under her cheerleading skirt as she walked to the house. He knew he'd need her soon, very soon.
CHAPTER TWO
After Kristi had showered and climbed into bed she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about that thrilling experience in the front seat of Mr. Peterson's car, about his big prick...
It was exactly three days later when she received a call from Vicki Peterson asking her to sit with Danny.
"Al and I are going to a party and we'll be gone most of the night. Can you stay over with us."
"I'll ask my mom," Kristi said.
It was arranged and she arrived that night at the Peterson's. She wore a pretty, yellow, angora sweater that fit tightly over beautiful tits. The Levi's she wore looked as though they'd been painted on. She wore brown sandals and her hair was in a pony-tail.
She liked the way Mr. Peterson appraised her, the way he drooled like a dog.
The Petersons left and Kristi played a game of Monopoly with Danny, then read him a story and let him watch the late news on TV with her. Then she sent upstairs to bathe.
She was watching the late show, when Danny yelled down to her that he was ready for bed. Kristi skipped upstairs and went to Danny's room.
He lay on his bed in soft blue pajamas. He was so young, but he looked like a little prince, his hair cut in a prince-valiant, his face round, fresh, the skin so smooth. He was a good-looking little boy. He was thin and Kristi could see that he'd probably grow taller than his father. She sat down on the edge of the bed.
"All ready?" she asked.
"Yup," Danny said.
"Good. You go to sleep now and I'll be downstairs watching TV if you need me. Just yell."
"I will, Kristi," he answered.
He looked so cute, his long golden locks falling behind him, spraying out on the pillow. She couldn't resist. She leaned over and kissed his forehead.
She leaned back to get up, turn off the light and leave, but she noticed the tiny bump sticking up in his blue pajamas.
"Why, Danny," she said coyly. "What's that?" She pointed to his young hard-on.
He giggled softly, his face reddening with embarrassment. "It's my cock."
"Well, what's happened to it?"
"It's sticking up," he said.
"Do you know how to make it go down?" she cooed.
"No, how?"
Kristi smiled, reached out, and inserted her hand inside the fly of his jammies. Slowly pulled out his hard little cock. It was as stiff as she could have ever imagined a cock. She held it in her hand.
"You do this with your hand," Kristi said.
And then she began pumping his prick. It filled her hand. She guessed it at about five inches, but she could tell it would grow to rival his father's big prick.
"You play with it, play with it like that?" Danny asked.
"Yes, you jack it off. Have you ever jacked-off, Danny?"
"No."
"That's what I'm doing to you right now."
"Jacking me off?"
"Yes, does it feel good?"
"It sure does," Danny whimpered. "It feels better 'n anything."
"I know," Kristi said.
"Can I see your pussy?" Danny asked.
Kristi smiled. "If you promise not to tell your mom and dad about any of this."
"I promise," Danny gulped.
Kristi stood up and unzipped her tight Levi's. She slipped them off and stood before the shaking boy in a pair of pink panties and yellow angora sweater. The pretty pink panties were shaded at the crotch, squished up there against her pussy. The coffee-colored curls beneath plainly were visible through the thin silkiness of her panties.
"Wow!" Danny gasped.
Slowly, then, Kristi thumbed her panties and rolled them down over the delicious delight. She drew her panties in a line around her thighs.
"There, do you like my pussy, Danny?" she cooed.
"Yessssss!" he said hotly.
He began stroking his hard cock. "Oh, yes. I like to look at your pussy, Kristi," he panted, his hand moving faster on his cock.
"Have you ever fucked a girl, Danny?" Kristi asked.
"Uh, uh," he replied.
She hadn't either, of course, but she knew this might be her opportunity to try it out. This might be the perfect situation. No one would ever know-no one at school would know-no boys would talk about it. Her reputation would be intact and yet she'd be able to know what fucking was really like.
"Do you wanna fuck, Danny?"
"I don't know how."
"You put your prick in my pussy."
"I do?"
"Yes. Would you like to do that?"
"Oh, yes!" he said quickly.
"Take your pajamas off," she said.
Danny stood up and disrobed. He stood naked by the bed, his cock a sharp spike sticking out between his legs, hard and shimmering, trembling and throbbing.
Kristi walked over to him, her pony-tail bouncing, her teenaged curves rippling. She was the picture of stunning sex, so lovely, so developed, so sweet-looking.
She reached out and grabbed Danny's cock, which hadn't become all wet on the top like Mr. Peterson's prick had. She found this curious, but she liked the way Danny's prick felt in her hand. His cock was like a brick that had been left out in the sun, so warm, so hard.
He reached up and cupped her tits. "Can I feel these, Kristi?"
"Yes, go ahead."
He squeezed her tits as she squeezed his cock. They were both shaking, tingling with delight.
"Take my panties off, Danny," she urged.
He did as he was asked, kneeling down and slipping her pretty pink dainties off her legs. She stepped out of them and sat down on the bed.
Setily she lay back and opened her legs.
"Now you get on top, Danny, and put your prick in me."
He tumbled onto her. His cock slamming up against her belly. Kristi put her arms around him as he jabbed his cock at her. He missed so he jabbed again. This time he hit her cunt but his cock slipped up and rubbed again on her belly.
Kristi finally reached down and guided his prick in. His cock slicked into her creamy cunt-slit easily, quickly.
"Danny!" she gasped.
"Now what do I do?" Danny asked, his voice quivering.
"You move up and down on top of me," Kristi mumbled.
Danny began a slow hump and pump on top of the lovely Kristi. His little cock felt like a hot spike in her hot pussy. She spread her legs wider and Danny pushed down. His cock slid all the way into her cunt, his balls banging against her dreamy ass.
He moved up and down and his balls bounced with a smack on Kristi's ass. She moved her hips slowly, around and around, fucking at the hammering young boy.
He moved faster now and she threw her arms around him. He kissed her. Kristi loved the way his hard, little prick punched her pussy. She loved the whole idea of the young boy fucking her.
He gasped hotly, lipping her with his mouth, his tongue licking her lips. His hand slid under her ass.
Kristi hooked her beautiful teenaged legs around Danny, scissoring them and heeling his cute, tight ass. He thrust up and down, huffing and pushing his cock into her creamy cunt.
If this is fucking, she thought, I want to do it all the time. She felt very sweet, strange ripples of pleasure zipping through her. A lightness filled her stomach and head. She began bumping her gorgeous young ass off the bed. "Oh, Danny," she moaned, "Fuck me more ... fuck me faster ... faster, Danny!"
"Like this?" he asked, pumping his tight little ass up and down on her.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she cried. "Like that, Danny. Fuck me like that!"
"Oh, Kristi!" he grunted.
It was better than Kristi had ever dreamed. It didn't hurt a bit. In fact, she loved the feel of that hard cock in her cunt, she loved the scraping friction, the penetration, the heat, the slick and click of the prick as he fucked her.
"Danny," she whispered. "That feels soooooo godd!"
"I know it does," he gasped.
His cock puckered inside her then bloated and unloaded a rapid succession of spraying squirts.
"Oh God!" she breathed hotly.
"Kristi, oh Kristi," Danny sobbed.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Kristi mumbled.
"I like fucking," Danny whimpered.
She was wracked by the sweet sensations she now loved so damn much. Her body quivered, shivered, shook. She humped and pumped her hips up to meet his spitting prick.
"Danny! Do me!" she screamed, bucking and fucking, throwing the poor lad high in the saddle, his humping, pumping ass up in the air.
He fell down on her, crumpled in pleasure, his young body trembling from the fabulous climax. Kristi lay beneath him, her whole body flushed with the perfection and delight of her very first fuck.
"Oh, Danny," she whispered.
CHAPTER THREE
After Kristi and Danny had fucked, she left his room, and showered, and slipped into her pretty yellow nightie. It was very feminine with yellow bikini panties.
She watched TV for a while, then went to the guest room where she was spending the night. She got into bed and thought about fucking young Danny. She hoped he would never tell Mr. and Mrs. Peterson. She'd really be in trouble then, she knew. But he had promised several times, he wouldn't so she hoped he would stay silent about it. She had told him if he ever breathed a word they could never fuck again. That seemed to impress him.
She lay there thinking about how much fun this job had turned into. The experience with Mr. Peterson in the car and now her first fuck with young Danny. She smiled, rolled over, and drifted off to sleep.
Later she was awakened by the Peterson's. She looked at the clock on the table and saw it was three a.m. They were laughing and talking loudly and she could tell Vicki Peterson was very drunk.
"Here, let me help you up the stairs, darling," Kristi heard Mr. Peterson say. "You can barely walk."
Kristi rolled over and tried to go back to sleep. The Peterson's went to their room after looking in on Danny, shut the door, and Kristi was able to doze off again.
The next time she was awakened it was by the hot hand on her thigh. She bolted up in the bed.
"Shhhhhhh," Mr. Peterson said.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson! It's you."
"Hello, Kristi," he said.
"What are you doing in here?" she asked.
"I came in to see you."
"You did?"
"Yes and you certainly look beautiful in that yellow nightie."
Kristi rubbed her sleep-crusted eyes and yawned, gaping her mouth open and lifting her arms.
Mr. Peterson plastered her open mouth with a savage kiss. He smothered her young, tender lips with his mouth, his tongue soaring inside lewdly, tickling her teeth and the roof of her mouth. He pulled her close to him.
Kristi's arms, which had been extended in the yawn, fell around him. She soon found herself kissing him back hotly.
He reached down and plunged his hand inside her bikini panties. His fingers slipped into lush patch of cunt carpet, rubbing her there.
Finally, Mr. Peterson stood up and Kristi watched his slip out of his clothes. He slicked down his shorts last and his immense cock leaped out, challenging, proud, obscene as it wobbled and trembled at her.
"Oooooh!" Kristi whispered.
It was so much bigger than Danny's cock. It was so long, thick, and so hard it knifed up along his belly.
"Mr. Peterson, what are you doing?"
"Have you ever been fucked, Kristi?" he whispered.
She didn't dare tell him that earlier in the evening she indeed had been fucked-by his young son.
"No," she said.
"That's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna fuck you," he said.
"But what about Mrs. Peterson."
"She's sound asleep."
"Do you think-"
Before she could finish her protest, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His hands quickly slipped her panties down. Then he took off the nightie and she sat nude on the bed.
"Oh, honey," he breathed wickedly, "You're so damn pretty."
"Thank you, Mr. Peterson."
"Baby," he whispered, fingering her pussy, "Lay down."
Kristi was excited about fucking again. She wanted it as badly as he did. So she lay back and Mr. Peterson mounted the bed. He knelt between her spread legs, then got down on all fours and leaned in to kiss her pussy.
It was a first for Kristi.
"Jeez, oh, Mr. Peterson! Mr. Peterson!" she sighed.
She loved the way his lecherous tongue slapped against her pussy and his lips sucked salaciously on her clit. The ravishing roll of the tongue, the slick and flick, made her wild. She shuddered with pure delight.
"Oh, that's so good, Mr. Peterson!" she cried.
"Mmmmm.mmmm," he mumbled between crunches of her tasty cunt.
He chewed on her pussy like a madman. He fucked it with his long tongue, licked it, spit on it, kissed, sucked. She wriggled under him as he reached down and cupped her ass cheeks. They were smooth and tight as glass. He lifted her ass off the bed and feasted on her teenaged cunt.
"God," she moaned softly.
Kristi had never felt so wonderful. She was suspended in that void where it seemed she could defy gravity.
"Mr. Peterson, it's good," she mumbled.
He lifted his face off her pussy and licked his lips, smacking them and tasting her pussy juice. He leaned down, lowering himself so he was prone over her. He grabbed his beating cock and shoved slowly into Kristi's sopping pussy.
"Oh, boy!" she breathed hotly.
"Kristi! You sweet thing," he panted.
"Are you gonna fuck me now, Mr. Peterson?"
"You bet your beautiful ass I am. I'm gonna fuck you, baby!"
"Oh, God," she slobbered.
Mr. Peterson pumped his hips at her with long, slow strokes that thrilled the young girl. He was so hot to be fucking such sweet stuff that his whole body pulsed with pleasure. He pumped her faster.
"Honey," he whimpered.
"You're fuckin' me, Mr. Peterson," Kristi cried.
"Not so loud, darling," he said. "We don't want to wake up my wife. Just whisper to me.
Whisper and tell me how much you like my prick in there."
"Oh, I do. I do. I truly do. I love your prick in my pussy."
"Goddamn," he murmured.
"Fuck me, Mr. Peterson," she whispered.
"You're beautiful," he burbled.
His pumping became fervid now. His strokes faster, rabbit jabs and Kristi loved it. She loved having that huge animal inside her pussy, loved the feel of the hardness, the way it plugged her up. He caressed her tits as he fucked her, enjoying the firm roundness.
"Oh, there's so much I can teach you, Kristi," he mumbled.
"I wanna learn it all, Mr. Peterson," she gasped. "I want you to teach me everything. I want you to keep fucking me."
He dropped his head and kissed her vulgarly, wet, and sloppy. His prick punched in and out of her pussy, his ass bumping up and down. Kristi caught the movement and banged her young hips at him, rolling her ass up off the bed and taking as much of his big prick as she could. She wanted it all inside her, filling her up, rubbing her pussywalls.
"You sweet shit," he whispered.
Kristi humped up to the pounding prick, spreading her legs wide and bucking and fucking with her sweet ass. Her body was caught in a sparking-sizzling climax. She felt him give and then she felt him blast his load, hot bogs of thick cream into her cunt.
"Oh, Sir," she sighed.
"I'm cumin' in you!" Al hollered.
Kristi humped faster. Their bodies made slapping sounds, his cock making slick, clicking noises. They came together in a bright, brilliant moment of sweet pleasure.
"You sweet little bitch!" Mr. Peterson groaned.
"You big bad bastard," Kristi whimpered. She knew this was what she was born to do ... fuck!
CHAPTER FOUR
Al Peterson had slipped back to his room and got in bed immediately after fucking Kristi. It was tricky business fucking the babysitter in the house when his wife was only a few feet away down the hall.
After Mr. Peterson had left, Kristi lay on her bed in the guest room, relishing the glow of the fine fuck she'd just had. She'd loved having that big cock inside her pussy!
She slept well and when she got up the next morning she slipped into school clothes, a short plaid skirt, very preppy, a red sweater and low-heeled shoes. She combed out her hair in front of the mirror. She looked good, pretty, fresh, ready for the new day.
Al and Vicki were hung-over at breakfast. Danny didn't say much either. Every now and then he glanced at Kristi, sharing their secret.
"Well, I have to run to work," Vicki said. "Danny you better hurry and catch your bus."
"I'll drop Kristi off on my way to the office," Al said.
Danny finished his breakfast, grabbed his books and left for school. Kristi heard Vicki pull out of the driveway in the station wagon. She still sat across the table from Al, watching him eat. When he finished his breakfast he got up and walked around the table. He pulled Kristi out of her chair.
"I have to kiss you," he said.
She let him.
He roamed his hands over her back, dipping them down into the smooth curve of her beautiful ass.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson, don't. I have to get to school. I'll be late." She could feel his hard cock.
"Let's go in the other room," Al said.
She let him lead her into the living room. He sat down on the couch, unzipped his fly and took his prick out.
"I want you to suck it for me, Kristi."
"I've never done that before," she said, grasping his hard prick.
"Just come over and kneel down between my legs and kiss it."
She slid toward him, positioning herself in a praying position between his legs. She dipped her head and touched her glossy red lips to the tip of his quivering cock.
"Good God, good God!" Mr. Peterson moaned.
Kristi kissed the bubbled prickhead, licking the squirts of cream. Suddenly, she grasped the stalk and kissed the prick head. Then she ducked down and took his cock into her mouth.
"That's it, baby," Al groaned. "Suck me!"
She did, her head bobbing up and down. It was such a beautiful sight for the older man. He loved watching the young teenager sucking his prick, watching her lick him. He saw her flick her eyes up and look at him, catching him staring at her lewdly. "Goddamn, Kristi!"
She clutched him in both hands and took his cock deeper into her mouth. For a second she thought she'd choke. But then she got to like having him in there. She liked the heat of his prick and the way it squirted cream.
"Suck my cock, you little bitch," he whimpered.
She did all she could, devouring his cock like it was a popsicle.
Kristi's stomach was full of butterflies. She was all excited about sucking a cock for the first time. Her little hands trembled as she clinched them around Al's cock.
"You darling, sweet, honey-fuck," he whispered.
She like it when he talked dirty. It inflamed her and she gobbled hungrily on his steaming prick. She sucked until her lovely jaws became tired. Then she lifted off the big hard-on, gasping for breath.
"Oh, Mr. Peterson," she mumbled.
"Don't stop now, Kristi!" he cried.
She was pumping his cock in her hands now, the top half of it waving at her, flipping back and forth, the bottom of the stalk secure in her grip. The head of his giant prick looked like a helmet, all bright red with bubbles of cum clinging to it.
She kissed the creamy tip.
"Baby," he whimpered.
She licked the cream.
"Honey," he sobbed.
She spit on his prick, dropping a gob of hot, white saliva on the top of his huge hard-on.
"Baby-fuck!" he shouted.
She tongued her spit, her pink tongue spreading it over the head of Al's swaying cock. She fluttered her lips kissing the spitty prick so it lurched up at her, wobbling and palpitating wildly.
"I'm gonna cum on your face, Kristi!" he yelped.
"Mmmmmmmmmmm," she mumbled.
He humped his hips into her pumping hands, his cock head smashing against her pretty lips, the juicy little watermelon slices. Kristi felt the flood of his cock cream pouring into and against her sucking, kissing, licking mouth.
He blew off a thick, copious load of cum. Gobs of the thick jizz spit from his cock, filling the young girl's face and drenching her in a spray of white cream. Her mouth, lips, cheeks, nose, eyes were covered in hot cum.
"Oh, shit!" he screamed. "I'm aiming!"
Kristi loved the way that big cock was squirting. She liked how it pulsated wildly in her hands, the head expanding like it was taking big gulping breaths, spurting out gob after gob of Al's sticky prick cream.
"You're the sweetest damn babysitter in the world, Kristi!" he cried, his body relaxing, going limp as his cock finished its violent, obscene eruption.
Kristi finally lifted off. Her face was slick with cum, as though she'd lathered it with soap. Her little pussy was so hot it was quivering and itching.
"Your face looks so beautiful, Kristi," Al said.
She reached her hand to her cheek and drew it through the dripping cream. "God," she murmured.
He handed her a clean hankie and she dabbed at the gummy fluid clinging to her face. She cleaned it off and stood up.
"I'm going to be late for school, Mr. Peterson."
He slipped up and sat on the edge of the couch. Reaching out, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, clutching her fine ass through her short skirt. Then he reached under the skirt, lifting it up around her waist. Happily he licked at the crotch of her pretty white panties, sucking them greedily.
"But Mr. Peterson, what about school?"
"I'll write you a note."
"But..."
He peeled her panties down around her thighs and craned his neck out, fastening his lips to her sweet pussy.
"Oh, mister..."
He sucked feverishly, his slick lips slurping at the slit of her cunt, kissing, licking, sucking. Kristi loved it and she pushed her hips out, mashing her muff into his face.
"But I shouldn't I go to school, sir?" Kristi mumbled.
Mr. Peterson jerked his head from side to side, his mouth sucking all of the young girl's cunt. He chewed her soft pussy, tonguing the creamy cunt slit.
"Oh, ooo," Kristi sobbed.
He clutched her beautiful teenaged ass, his fingers pinching into the eggshell smoothness. He pushed his face harder into her cunt. His tongue slurped up and down, licking, flagging. Then he stopped to chew.
Kristi shuddered with the divine feelings. "I guess I can stay home from school for one day."
"Mmmmmm, mmm," Mr. Peterson gurgled.
He sucked her cunt greedily, as though he were a hungry dog lapping a clean plate. His big, wet tongue flapped wildly. Kristi groaned with delight and pleasure, pushing her hips out, mashing her pussy into Al's face.
"I'm aiming!" she shouted as a ripe sensation fluttered through her entire body. "I'm cuming, Sir!"
Al sucked all her pussy into his mouth. He chewed her cunt flesh and buttoned the tip of his tongue over her wild clit, sending Kristi over the edge of pure pleasure.
"You're gonna make me die!" she screamed. "Oh, Sir ... Sir!"
She stumbled forward, almost falling on him in a fainting ecstasy. He caught her and pulled her to the couch with him where he removed her panties, flipped her skirt up, and laid her back.
"Let's fuck," he whispered hotly.
"Oh, yes," she gulped excitedly, spreading her legs.
He pulled off her red sweater, dug into her bra and popped out her juicy young titties. He sucked on them like a baby, sending shivers through Kristi. Little goose bumps ran down her arms and legs and she shuddered with delight.
She kicked off her shoes and was now nude except for the little preppy skirt that was bunched up at her waist. Al lifted her tits and positioned himself over her, guiding his cock at her ripe plum.
He slicked in about two inches and began a beautiful, slow pumping.
"Oooooooh, Mr. Peterson, it's so big in there. Soooooo hot and long."
"Wait. Before I fuck you, let's both get nude."
He stood up and quickly stripped out of his clothes. Kristi slipped out of her skirt and lay waiting for this older man with the big wobbling cock. Again he came down on top of her, his cock finding entrance into her sweet pussy. Kristi gasped in delight.
"Now," he said. "Let's fuck up a storm, Kristi. Let's fuck it up all day."
"Yeah," she panted. "Yeah, let's fuck all day!"
"Slip you some hard prick."
"Prick me, Mr. Peterson."
"Call me Al, honey."
"Fuck me, Al!"
"Like this?" he said, pumping his hips up and down on her, their skin smacking together loudly. He reached under her and button-holed her ass-hole.
"I like the way you're fuckin' my ass, too," she whispered.
She reached behind him, slid her soft hand down the crack of his ass and thrust her sweet little ring finger up his ass. It looked good, her class ring a gold blur as she finger-fucked his ass bud.
"Oh, baby, that's it! That's the way. That's the way you fuck my ass."
"Al, you bastard!" she yelled.
"We're fuckin' good now, Kristi."
"Oooooh, Al, you big bad man!"
"Yeah, I'm a big bad bastard," he mumbled. "And I'm fuckin' the babysitter."
"Come on, nail my pussy down dammit!" she yelled.
"Kristi!" he panted.
"Nail me down, dammit!" she yelled.
She humped her hips wildly off the couch with a passion unknown to the older man. She was an animal! Her head twisting side to side, her mouth gaped open, tongue hanging out like a dog. Her chin was tucked in as she watched his slick, shiny prick plunging in and out of her sucking pussy.
"You like to fuck, don't you, Kristi?"
"I love it!" she hollered.
"Fuck me!"
"I am Goddammit. I'm fuckin' you, Al. Come on. Fuck me all day."
"Baby," he groaned. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum in you!"
He fucked her wildly, his ass pumping high in the air, his prick sinking deeper and deeper into her love sick cunts, his strokes fast and furious. The young girl beat her hips back at him in perfect time to his rapid fucking.
"Here I come!" he yelled.
She felt his cock belch and burp a huge sluice of cum juice into her trembling pussy. It unloaded, dumping huge wads of fuck cream. She felt it splash inside her.
"Oh, God!" she sobbed. "You're squirting in me!"
"Oooooooooooh," Al sighed, his breath coming in short, quick jerks just like the spewing cock cream that continued to spray Kristi's cunt.
"Goddamn, Al! Are you ever gonna stop shooting off?"
"Kristi, baby!" he gulped, his ass still pumping wildly on top of her.
"Come on, Al, fuck me!"
"Baby! I'm feelin' so damn good. You fuck so good, honey!"
"You're the one, Al," she gasped.
Then she felt it too. The tingling climax he was experiencing was transferred to Kristi. Her body quaked, pushed, shoved against the penetrating prick. She threw her legs around him, locking them in a horseshoe around his pumping ass.
"Don't ever stop fuckin' me!" she shouted.
"I won't," he panted.
"Come on. Fuck me!" Kristi yelled hysterically. "Come on, you dirty bastard, prick me!"
Al had finished coming but the wild undulations of the sweet teenager made his cock stay half-hard. He continued shoving it in and out of Kristi's pussy. He saw beads of sweat popping out on her forehead. Thrilled, he stuck his finger deeper up her ass.
"Ooooooooh," she gasped. "Ooooooh, up my ass like that. Fuck my shitter, honey! Fuck it with your finger!"
Kristi rolled through another climax, lost in the waves of delight that flooded her body.
"Shit, fuck me!" she babbled.
Al's cock was hard again. He plunged it into her hot cunt, the swamp of sticky delight, fucking her hard. He was amazed that the sweet, young high schooler could take all of his nine inches.
Sweat flooded her beautiful face. She bumped her ass up off the couch, shoving her finger deeper into his ass-hole. Then she took it out and brought it around, rubbing it on her lips. Then finally, Kristi thrust that ass-fucking finger into her mouth and sucked the shit from it.
This drove Al wild. "You sweet bitch!" he cried. "You dirty little whore!"
Kristi's mouth was full of her finger. She looked at him, her head turned to the side. Her lips sealed tightly around the finger, her ass bouncing off the couch.
He came, violently. His cock contracted and a deluge of cock cream, a tidal wave of hot stuff sloshed into Kristi's teenaged pussy. Filling, splashing, flooding, gushing, a virtual riptide of cum filled the beautiful, sweating, babysitter.
"Oh, Kristi, baby!" Al shouted.
"Goddamn, Al, you're shooting off again," Kristi yelped.
A steady current of cum was flowing, surging into her, a Jetstream of hot cream.
"I love it," she sobbed. "I really love it when you come, Mr. Peterson!"
"Awwwwwww, shit!" he moaned.
"Yeah, fuck me! Fill me with that hot stuff! Come on, let me have all of it. Let me feel you keep cuming, let me feel your prick flush like that."
"You dirty-sweet sonofabitch!" he cried.
"Pussy-fucker!" she bellowed.
The crack of lightning hit her again, the ripping zip-zag of precision pleasure. She tightened her legs around him, locking him in and bouncing wickedly off the couch at him.
"Fuck me, Al!" she hollered.
"Kristi, darling," he panted.
She was floating on the crest of a volcanic eruption. It was a sweet sensation that ripped at her as his cock gushed its love for her.
"Fuck my cookie!" she demanded hotly.
Al had never been fucked like this in his life. He didn't know how to handle the heat below him. His cock spit out its last dribblings and he fell limp on top of Kristi, panting and gasping, his body heaving.
"Oh, Kristi!" he cried.
"I thought you were gonna fuck me all day," she moaned.
"I will, I will," he gulped.
"Well, come on then, fuck me!"
"Just let me catch my breath, Kristi."
"Shit, Al. I'm ready to fuck all day. Come on!"
He hadn't bargained for this. He'd filled her with loads of cum and had fucked her better than he'd fucked any woman. He'd filled her full of his nine-inch cock and yet the sweet little babysitter was crying for more.
"Come on, fuck me!" she groaned. "Come on, you promised. No school, just fucking and sucking!"
CHAPTER FIVE
It was late in the afternoon when Al let Kristi off a block from her home. She was weak-knead after the afternoon of hot fucking.
She slipped inside and went to her room without being noticed. She undressed and took a warm shower. Then she lay down on her bed to relax and immediately fell fast asleep. Her mother awakened her a short time later.
"Kristi!" she called. "Telephone!"
Kristi tumbled from her bed and rushed down the hall to take the call. It was a Mr. Vic Braddock.
"Hello," he said. "I was speaking to Mrs. Peterson and she recommended you. I was wondering if you could babysit for us tonight?"
Kristi asked her mom, received permission, and accepted the job. She would be sitting for the .Braddock's daughter.
Her mother was going out to a movie and on the way to the theater she let Kristi out at the Braddock's house. Jane Braddock met her at the door. She was a dark-haired woman, very attractive in a pristine sort of way. Her sleek figure was outlined by a black party dress of slinky silk.
"You'll like Laurie," she said, leading Kristi into the house. "Usually she can stay alone, but it's my birthday tonight and we plan to be out quite late. She-likes to have company."
Vic Braddock got up from a chair in the living room. He was muscular and obviously worked out with weights, keeping his body trim and streamlined. He had short brown hair and Kristi thought he was very handsome.
Kristi exchanged greetings with the couple and then met young Laurie. After giving her her instructions, Vic and Jane left for the evening.
Laurie was a brunette, like her mom. She was a cute little girl and she wore tight jeans and a tight T-shirt. Kristi could tell she would one day develop into a fine-looking woman, like her mother. Laurie had little ping-pong ball tits that pushed against the thin white T-shirt and her jeans cradled her ass like a glove.
Kristi felt refreshed from her nap and she watched TV with Laurie. Then they played a game of scrabble and finally Laurie went upstairs. Kristi soon followed and sat on the edge of the bed as the young girl undressed.
She slipped out of the jeans, revealing a pair of tight white panties. Then she pulled off the T-shirt. She wore no bra and her teen tits stood out like little plums.
"I like to sleep in just my panties," Laurie said.
"It's okay with me," Kristi smiled.
She said good-night to Laurie and returned to the living room and lay down on the couch and watched more TV. She thought about the events of the day, about how Mr. Peterson had fucked her all morning long, Oh, how she'd loved it! She wished she were sitting for the Petersons and Al was about to ravish her again with his stunning cock.
Kristi was wearing a short white skirt and a black sweater. She had purchased the skirt because she had seen a popular female rock star wear one just like it one night on TV. It skipped high on her thighs and perhaps it was a bit too short, but she didn't care. The black sweater looked exquisite with the skirt, she thought She'd wore this outfit on purpose because she had wanted to make a good impression on her new employers, especially Mr. Braddock. She'd liked him as soon as she'd met him. All those muscles, she thought. He was built so well!
As she lay there deep in thought, the doorbell rang. She went to the door and listened a moment. "Who is it?" she called.
"Flowers for Mrs. Braddock."
Kristi creaked open the door and peered around the side of it. A handsome young man stood there holding a spray of red roses. He had on an FTD florist's cap, a gray jacket and black pants.
"You're not Mrs. Braddock, are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm the babysitter. I'll take the flowers for Mrs. Braddock."
"Sign here," he said, extending a pad to her.
Kristi signed and handed it back. Then she noticed the young man staring at her tits. She smiled at him.
"God, you're really something," he murmured.
"Well, thank you," she cooed.
"Uh, huh," he mumbled, still staring at her.
"I'll be sure to give the flowers to Mrs. Braddock," Kristi said.
But the young man made no move to leave.
"Wanna Coke?" Kristi asked.
"Oh, eh, yeah, sure! That'd be great," he stammered.
The young man was tall and handsome, his hair blonde and long. He followed Kristi to the kitchen. She looked in the fridge and found the soft drinks.
"Is a Pepsi okay?" she asked.
She turned around to offer him the cold drink. He was standing close behind her and he bumped into her. He grabbed her and pulled her into his arms. Surprised she dropped the Pepsi's on the floor.
He kissed her hotly and thrust his hand under her short white skirt. His fingers flicked along her thigh, finally probing the soft muff of her panties.
"Goddamn," he gasped. "You're fine, baby."
She felt the throbbing thump of his cock against her. She reached down and fingered it. His cock was massive!
"Ah, wow!" she gasped. She trembled at the size of his cock. She couldn't even get her little hand around it because the stalk was so fat and hard.
He plunged his hands into her panties and fingered her pussy.
"Oh, baby," he panted. "I don't have much time. Can we fuck?"
"Yes," Kristi gasped. "Yes, we can fuck."
"Get up on the kitchen table!"
She meekly obeyed and crawled up on all fours on the table. It was strange and exciting being up on the table with this stranger. The handsome young delivery man, whose name she didn't even know, stood at the end of the table and unzipped his fly.
He whipped out a whopper cock. It was like a big fish as it jumped around in his hand.
"Oh, my God! My God!" she blurted. "That thing is huge!"
"I'm glad you like it, honey," he said, stroking his cock with his hand.
Kristi watched his prick swell, becoming longer and longer, fatter and thicker. It must have been a foot long. Then he moved it closer to her face.
"How big is it?" Kristi gulped.
"Thirteen inches," he said proudly.
"Oh, shit!" she yelped.
He jammed the bulbous red cockhead against Kristi's sweet little mouth. She gulped, kissing the squirting prick. She reached up with one hand, balancing herself with the other, and clutched his prick. But she couldn't get her hand completely around the huge prick.
"Oooooooooo," she mumbled as she licked and slicked the big cock in her mouth, sealing her red lips around the head.
"Damn, baby," he panted. "That's good. That's real good!"
She flicked her eyes up at him, looking into his face. His mouth was forming an O, as though he were about to blow a smoke ring.
"That's enough, honey. I want to fuck you now." He pulled back, lifting his cock out of Kristi's mouth. "Now turn around. Stay on your hands and knees and stick your ass up here at me."
Kristi obeyed him, knowing she looked good in her short white skirt and her black sweater. The stranger lifted the skirt up over her ass and layered it over her back, exposing her yellow panties.
"Damn, sweet baby, you look good like that," he whispered.
He rolled her panties down around her thighs and stuck his big prick between her legs. It bounced in the space between her panties and her cunt, then flipped upward, rammed into her damp pussy.
"Oh, ouch!" Kristi yelped.
"Honey," he mumbled.
"Give me that fat prick," Kristi cried.
He unbuckled his pants and dropped them around his ankles. He wore no shorts and his balls swung free, swollen, huge like oranges. He began to stroke his freak cock slowly in and out of her pussy.
She rolled her ass, cork-screwing it around and around on his marble-hard cock. He pumped faster, his ass humping in and out, his prick a piston slicking between her legs, slipping deeper into her young cunt.
Kristi looked good on her hands and knees. She felt divine. She looked back over her shoulder at the passionate creases on the man's face. She rolled her ass wildly and the delivery man fucked harder. His balls swung fast and low as his cock pounded in and out of Kristi's pussy.
"Oh, you sweet thing," he mumbled. "I love this!"
Kristi rolled her ass, still looking back over her shoulder. She lolled her tongue on her open lips, her eyes misty with passion. She felt the I hard prick push deeper into her pussy.
"Ooof!" she gulped. "That fucking prick is so big!"
He pumped to her, her cunt closed on his prick stalk like a sleeping clam.
"Fuck me silly!" Kristi blurted.
He shoved her ten hard inches, making Kristi moan loudly. The man humped at her rolling ass and sweet, slurpy, liquid, fucking sound filled the kitchen.
She was perched up on the breakfast table, up there like a dog, wagging her ass at the stranger's punching prick. She took it deep into her, grinding her ass on it like it was a gear shift-stick.
"Oh, God! Fuck me like that!" he panted.
He humped and pumped furiously, fucking fast and hard. His fuck-strokes were a blur, his cock a lightning rod filling her pussy.
"Oh, shit!" Kristi wailed.
"Here I cum, baby!" the man moaned.
She felt his cock give and spread inside her, the head like a fist. Then she felt him fizz. His cream poured into her, hot splashes of love juice spilling inside her cunt, shooting off in there like a fire hydrant.
"Ooooooooo!" he whined.
"Whooof!" she screamed. "Ooooooo! Fuck me! Now!"
Her whole body rippled on top of the table, shaking and shuddering. The man finally fell over her ass, collapsing on top of her in spent pleasure.
He finally pulled out and adjusted his uniform. "I have to run, baby," he said. "I wish I could stay and fuck you all night, but I don't want to lose my job."
Kristi rested on top of the table, gasping on her belly. "Come back anytime," she whispered.
She finally rolled off the table and pulled her panties back up. Her little white skirt fell back down and she sat in a chair at the table.
"I didn't even know his name," she said out loud.
CHAPTER SIX
Kristi had no problem falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV. She was still tingling from the fabulous fuck and she dozed off into a deep sleep.
She was awakened by the Braddocks, who had returned home very late. She had slept several hours and she felt refreshed and exhilarated.
"I'll drive you home, Kristi," Vic Braddock said.
"Fine," she answered.
They got in his station wagon and he nosed it down the street, across the neighborhood to Kristi's house. Vic had had a bit much to drink. He was happy and talkative.
"It must be boring to sit there in that house like that all alone," he said.
Kristi wasn't about to tell him of the wonderful experience she'd had on top of his kitchen table. Just thinking of it excited her.
Vic reached over and touched her leg below the short skirt, his fingertips fluttering over the soft skin.
"You have very nice legs," he whispered.
"Thanks, Mr. Braddock."
"Yes, very nice, indeed," he said softly, his fingers working along her thigh, sneaking up under her skirt, until they finally touched her panties. He rubbed her there with the balls of his fingertips.
"Ooooooh," Kristi sighed, "Mr. Braddock."
"You like that?" he asked.
"Uuuuh, huhhh," she mumbled.
"You won't tell anybody, will you?"
"No, Mr. Braddock."
She slid down on the edge of the seat and he lifted her skirt back over her panties. He rubbed her pussy furiously. Her panties became damp, sticky and she threw her head back against the seat.
Vic pulled the car off on a side street and parked. He drew her across the seat and into his arms, pressing her fine young body against his. He kissed her hotly as his greedy hands roamed her fine curves, her ass, hips, legs, tits.
"Oh, honey," he gasped.
"Mr. Braddock. I should get home," Kristi half-protested.
But then she found her hand playing between the man's legs. She touched his rock-hard erection, grabbing it and squeezing.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm, mmmmmmmm," he mumbled.
She unzipped his fly and took his prick out. It was red-hot, big and squirting. She pumped her hand up and down, loving the feel of the hard, burning cock in her little hand.
"Oh, you sweet darling," he babbled.
He plunged his hand deep into her panties. He fingered her, then pulled her panties off. He lifted her skirt up high, thrust his hands under her sweater and squeezed her tits.
Kristi continued pumping his cock. It was strong and big and she wanted him.
"Kristi, will you let me fuck you!" he blurted.
"Yes," she replied softly. "Yes, you can fuck me, Mr. Braddock. But hurry. I want it now."
He lay her back on the seat and fumbled with his clothes. Finally he got his pants down around his ankles and moved over the top of her.
Kristi bent her hips to meet him. She felt the tip of his burning cock slap against her pussy as Vic shoved into her. His bulging prick-head jammed through Kristi's wet, cuntslit and he choked with ecstasy.
"I'm fuckin' you, Kristi."
"Yes, yes," she gasped. "You're in me."
He pulled up and down and Kristi could see his ass shining in the reflecting street light. She looked at him pumping and shivered with excitement. She loved the sight of his humping ass, loved the feel of his thick prick in her pussy. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled his head down, planting a slobbering kiss on his lips as they fucked slowly.
Vic slid his hand under her and clutched her ass. Kristi slid her hand between their bodies and felt down where his prick slid in and out of her cunt. She reached deeper and cupped his whacking balls.
She whipped her legs around him and locked him in a hot vise, hooking her legs around his thumping ass. His cock slashed in and out of her cunt as he pushed harder giving his whole hard-on to her.
"Ooof! Sir!" she gulped.
He was gasping for air, panting, as he slowed down his fuck-strokes. Kristi had never been so excited. She squirmed beneath the older man, his steaming cock filled her pussy to the hilt, his slow-motion fucking teasing her.
"It's soooooooo good!" she cried.
"I'm gonna fuck you hard now, Kristi," he said.
"Oh, shit!" she yelped.
"Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled.
"Me too!"
"Fuck up to me," he urged.
She bumped her hips off the seat, slapping her pussy to his fucking prick.
"Don't stop!" he begged.
"I won't," she promised, continuing to corkscrew her hips up off the seat.
"Now, baby!" he whispered. "Let's cum now!"
The man's fuck strokes became hot and hard. He fucked her faster, his ass like a jackhammer, moving up and down with fast, furious punches.
"Ooof!" Kristi moaned.
"Keep fuckin' up to me," Vic panted.
Kristi tried to stay with him, humping to his thumping hips. Their bodies smacked and clacked. Cunt took the cock, and Kristi felt as though she were being given the best feeling a young girl could get.
A sweeping tingle gripped her and then a sweet shudder of pure delight took her to the pinnacle of pleasure. She felt Vic's big, thick prick spill a hot load of cream into her slippery cunt.
"Ah, yeah," the man moaned.
"Yeah, yeah," Kristi whispered. "Oh, yeah!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
A week went by before Kristi received another babysitting assignment. This time it was Vicki Peterson calling to ask if she could sit with Danny.
"I'm cheerleading at a football game this afternoon," Kristi said. "But I can come over after that, around six."
"That'll be fine," Vicki answered.
It was a big game and Kristi dressed in her uniform, thinking about the large crowd that would be on hand. She slipped on the blue sweater. It pulled in tightly across her ripe tits. She wiggled into her blue tights, so slick around her smooth ass, crunched up at her crotch in an inviting muffin. Over this, she buttoned her little white skirt. It was so short it hit her thighs halfway down, looking sexy with the blue stripe around the hem.
She pulled on the dark-blue knee sox and the white tennies then checked herself in a mirror. She pulled her hair back and slicked it into a pony-tail, tying it with a pretty white ribbon.
Kristi liked the way she looked. She knew she looked good. Sweet, fresh, like a stick of Juicy Fruit.
That afternoon at the game she kicked her legs high, showing off her tight panties. She rolled and bumped her hips in a torrid dancing routine, twirling her pom-poms and teasing a bleacher full of hard cock.
She loved the way the men stared at her, those fuck-hot eyes raping her right out there on the field. It made her tingle. She noticed a man she'd never seen before. He was sitting at the top to the stands in the last row. He wore a tweed sports jacket and he kept peering at her through a imagine pair of binoculars. He was a handsome older man and Kristi liked the attention he paid her.
After the game, she caught a quick sandwich with a girlfriend and took a bus to the Peterson house. She was still wearing her pretty little uniform when Al answered her knock.
"Kristi," he cooed, his eyes rolling over her lovely body. "Jesus, Kristi, you look good!" He reached out quickly and petted her pussy through her short skirt.
"Ooooooh," Kristi growled.
"You beautiful little wench," he said hotly.
His hand slipped up under the skirt, rubbing on her shiny blue tights. He fingered her pussy through the thin material and Kristi threw her head back. She closed her eyes and pushed her hips out, humping her cunt at his probing fingers.
"Goddamn, Kristi! We gotta fuck."
"What about Mrs. Peterson?" she gasped. "She's upstairs in the bathroom. We have time."
Kristi brought her head down. She saw the surging rise in his light tan slacks. She reached out and grasped it, squeezing.
"Shit, honey," he whispered.
"Do we have time, Mr. Peterson?"
She unzipped his fly and took his big, hard cock out. She pulled and pushed her hand in and out while he slipped his hand into her panties and fingered her fuzzy pussy.
"Yeah, we have time. We have time for a quick fuck," he panted.
He moved Kristi over to the dining room, just off the living room. He backed her up against the wall and lifted her skirt.
"You hold it up while I take your panties down," he said.
Al yanked her tights down, then took Kristi's purse, which was still hanging off her shoulder. He stuffed her tights into it and threw it on the dining room table.
The sweet cheerleader stood leaning against the wall, her little, pleated white skirt held up above her waist. Her hips were thrust outward, her cunt like a thick juicy Mars bar between her legs. Her ripe tits pushing at the blue sweater.
"Goddamn, baby, you're beautiful," Al choked.
He unzipped his fly and withdrew his drooling prick. He moved in on her, humping down, his knees bent, his hips pushed forward, his cock an iron bar between them. Kristi grabbed it.
"I love this big prick, Mr. Peterson," she whispered, slipping the head into her pretty pussy.
"Aaaah, yes," Al moaned.
"Oooooh," Kristi whispered.
"Just a quick, sweet fuck," Al mumbled.
"Yes, a quick one," Kristi gulped.
He pumped his hips in and out fucking his cock into her deeper, further. He sent it surging up into Kristi's cunt and she moved her skirt, backing up against the wall to hold it up. This freed her hands, which she threw around his neck, pulling his head to her. She kissed him, a sweet bubble-gum kiss, a hot, wild, slobbery kiss.
Al licked at her delicious lips, his cock swelling inside her teen queen cunt. Humped down, pumping his prick into her. He reached down and clutched her ass, pinching the smooth softness.
"You have the sweetest, finest, little ass I've ever seen, darling," he sighed.
"Oh, Al," she whimpered, rolling her lithe hips at the fucking man, screwing her cunt at his bloating cock.
"We have to hurry, honey," he whispered.
"Yeah, hurry! Fuck me," Kristi sobbed.
They fucked furiously and whispered passionately. Al was caught in the pure passion of fucking this beautiful, young cheerleader in her uniform, banging his cock into her cunt as she leaned back against the wall with her little pleated skirt pulled up.
A slushy, slurping sound clicked between them. Kristi dipped her chin and looked down to see the slick slide of his prick in her pussy. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hung open, her tongue touched the corner of her candy lips.
"Oh, shit," she swooned.
She felt the hot cock growing thicker, wiggling, jumping in her cunt. She ground her hips and rolled her ass wildly at Al's trigger-sharp cock. She humped to him, fucking her pussy at his sawing hard-on.
"Oh, fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me, so
Al!"
Kristi's head banged against the wall, her chin now tilted upward, her beauty shining. Her mouth hung open, her eyes misty with desire.
"This is fabulous," she moaned, her words dripping from her mouth like sweet honey.
Al's cock exploded, sending a jet stream of thick juice into Kristi's sucking pussy. Gushers of hot cream poured deep into her.
"Honey!" Al gasped. "Honey-fuck!"
"Cum in my pussy, Al," Kristi urged.
Then she was inflamed with the sweet rapture of tingling pleasure burning through her young body. She fucked her hips wildly at his surging, squirting cock, her little cheerleader uniform vibrating, shaking, as she shuddered in a violent climax.
"Mr. Peterson!" she gasped.
He pushed at her, shooting his final wad into her as she quaked, her hands limp at her sides, her body shaking. She felt the divine shudder simmer through her again, a multiple climax that continued zipping her sweet spot.
"Oh, oh, ah ... ooof!" she groaned.
Now Al was cuming again. He hammered hard and fast at Kristi. His cock bulged inside her and spit out another flush of cream, as if his prick head were a fire hose, spraying and squirting a constant stream.
He pinned her to the wall and fucked her frantically. Kristi stood helpless, tingling, shaking, shuddering in brilliant climaxes. He stuck his finger up her ass, fucked into her shit hole.
"Whew ... whoof!" Kristi babbled.
"Jesus, baby," Al panted.
Then a sharp voice cut through their fucking pleasure. "Al?"
It was Mrs. Peterson calling from upstairs! Al quickly wihtdrew his spurting prick, slipped the cock stalk back in his slacks and zipped up.
Kristi smiled. "At least you came, Mr. Peterson."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kristi said good-night to Al and Vicki and they left for their night out. Danny was up in his room studying, so Kristi decided to watch TV.
She thought about taking her blue tights out of the purse and putting them on. But then she decided she liked the feeling of nakedness under her short cheerleading skirt.
She cuddled into the couch and thought about the exciting fuck she'd had in the dining room with Mr. Peterson. How life twisted and turned! Kristi loved every minute of it. She decided to go up to Danny's room and play with him.
Danny had been waiting for her to come since she'd arrived. Kristi found him playing with his prick. He was spread nude on his bed, his golden young body still and stiff as he cupped his cock and jerked on it.
"Danny!" Kristi exclaimed.
Danny turned his head. He saw the beautiful cheerleader in her blue sweater, white skirt and blue knee sox.
"Oh, Kristi!" he gasped.
"What are you doin'? " Kristi asked sexily.
"I'm playin' with my prick and thinkin' of you, Kristi."
"Good, that's good, Danny."
"Are you gonna let me see your pussy again?" he asked, his voice breaking.
"How much do you wanna see my pussy?"
"More than anything, Kristi."
"Yeah?"
She smiled, a soft tug at the corners of her lips. Slowly she reached down, lifting the hem of her uniform up her thighs and holding it around her waist, showing Danny her beautiful cunt.
"Ooooooooooooooh!" little Danny sighed.
"You like my pussy?" Kristi cooed.
Danny's hand danced on his hot prick as he pumped it savagely.
"I love it!" he gasped.
Kristi rolled her hips lewdly. She wound them round and round, pushing out her butter-scotch pussy. Her mouth open just a slice, her tongue licked her lips. She reached down with one hand and slipped her finger into her cunt.
"Kristi, are you gonna let me fuck you again, like the last time?"
"You wanna fuck me?"
"Yes."
"You liked fucking, didn't you."
"Boy, did I ever!"
"Look at my pussy, Danny," she commanded.
He stared at her grinding hips, seeing her finger slicking her cuntslit. "I'm lookin' at it," Danny mumbled.
"Pump your prick and look at my pussy."
"Yes, Kristi."
His hand was a blur now and his body lifted off the bed. Kristi dropped her skirt and walked quickly to the bed. She got up on top of Danny on all fours over him, grabbed his squirting cock and screwed her ass down on it.
"Kristi!" he sighed.
"Let's fuck now," she whispered.
"Wheeeeeeew!" he burbled hotly.
"I'm fucking you, Danny."
"Yes, yes," the boy gasped.
She felt in control of the young boy, up there over him, fucking down on his cock, winding her ass around on it. She could feel all of his prick in her pussy, a hot pipe, and it made her shudder.
"Can we fuck a lot tonight?" Danny whispered.
She bent her head down and kissed him as she bucked her ass up and down now on his stiff prick. "Sure, Danny, we can fuck a lot," she whispered, breaking the kiss and then sticking her wet tongue in his ear, breathing hotly.
"Oh, oh, oh," he trembled. "Will you always let me fuck you when you babysit for me?"
"If you like."
"Yes, oh, yes, Kristi!" he sang softly.
Suddenly the doorbell downstairs rang. Danny shot off, his cock spilling Kristi full of young cream.
"Oh!" he mumbled.
"Goddamn, Danny," she whispered. "The doorbell's ringing."
His cock spurted a stream of hot thick cream. Kristi bucked down on it, then felt the tingling start at her toes. It rose through every part of her body and she came, shuddering above him. She kept fucking his squirting little cock, bumping up and down on top of him, her sweet cheerleader skirt flapping up and down like butterfly wings.
The doorbell chimed again.
"Don't stop fucking me," Kristi gasped.
The young lad was wildly humping his hips up off the bed to meet her lewdly fucking body.
"I'm cuming, Danny! You're making me cum now!"
"Ooooo," he mumbled.
"Shit! Oh, shit, Danny! Shit! Shit!" Kristi moaned, the words escaping her mouth like a hot hiss of boiling steam.
The doorbell continued ringing.
Kristi fell on top of Danny in a sweating, panting heap of spent desire.
"Kristi, it feels so good to cum," he whispered.
"Damn good," she said lightly.
The doorbell was ringing relentlessly.
"Listen, Danny, you stay here in your room and I'll go see who's at the door. Just stay here. And you better clean all that cream off your prick," Kristi said as she rolled off him.
She stood up, adjusted her white pleated skirt and blue sweater. She pulled up her blue knee sox, tightened her pony-tail, checked herself in Danny's mirror and then walked innocently downstairs.
The doorbell was still chiming when she opened the door.
Kristi was shocked. There stood the man who had been staring at her while she led cheers earlier that day at the game. It was the man with the binoculars!
"Yes?" she said suspiciously, wondering if the man had followed her to the Peterson's house.
"Kristi Bell?"
"Uh, huh," she said.
"I'm Mike Wagner from the Daily Post. I'm a sports reporter."
The man had a brown leather bag hanging from his shoulder. He was six-feet tall and muscular with shaggy brown hair, a square-cut face and a sexy mustache. Kristi thought he looked handsome.
"I saw you at the game this afternoon. I meant to talk to you afterwards, but I missed you. Your mom and dad told me I could find you here."
"Yes?" Kristi said.
"Well, I wanted to get a picture of you and a few personal details to go along with my story about the game. We wanted to include a human interest element with the story and I thought you'd be a great choice."
"You want a picture of me for the paper and a story about me?"
"Yes, may I come in? I have my camera right here." He patted the brown bag.
"Well, yes, I guess so," Kristi said.
The man came inside and took out a pad and pencil. "Well, I have your name, I got that at the game. Let's see ... What year are you at West High?"
"A junior," Kristi said.
"You seem to be quite popular," he said.
Kristi blushed.
"Of course, you are very beautiful," Mike said.
Kristi was trying to get a bead on his age. She pegged him at about forty.
"And is this your first year as cheerleader?"
"Yes," she said. "I was with the junior varsity last year."
"Well, just needed some details to go with the picture. I'd rather have gotten a picture of you at the game, but my camera broke."
Kristi began to wonder if the man really was a reporter.
"Then when I got back to the paper, they asked me for pictures, so I came back out to find you. The paper goes to bed late tonight, so your picture will be in tomorrow morning's edition."
He unzipped the brown bag and took out a imagine thirty-five millimeter camera. "Could I get a few pictures of you now."
"I guess so," Kristi said.
"How 'bout if you stand here in the middle of the living room? I can get the background blacked-out."
"What should I do?" Kristi asked.
"Let's try a jump."
Kristi threw her arms in the air and jumped, kicking her legs out to the sides as if doing a cheer.
"That's it," the man said, snapping a picture.
"Now, how 'bout a couple kicks? Then I'll get a close-up of your face and I should have all I need."
Kristi clapped her hands and swung her hips as she did one of the cheerleading routines. She kicked her legs high, her little white skirt skipping up, showing her naked pussy.
The man stared at her. His mouth dropped open and he looked nervous. He just held the camera on her, but he didn't click it.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I missed that. Will you do it again?"
"Sure," Kristi said.
She clapped her hands again, wiggled her hips in a sexy swirl, and kicked.
Again the man just gaped at her. Kristi saw a bloating bulge in the front of his slacks. His cock leaped up, growing and growing. It looked awesome!
"I'm sorry," he said. "I missed it again. Could you do it one more time?"
"Sure," she said again, and repeated the kick. This time the reporter flashed off the picture.
"Maybe just one more," he said. "How about when you twirl around?"
"Okay," Kristi said, excited by the big bulge in the man's slacks.
She did the twirl and her skirt whirled up high. Kristi twirled again and looked down, suddenly realizing what had happened. She had forgotten that her blue tights were in her purse on the dining room table. Now she knew that as she twirled and kicked, the man had seen all of her fluffy brown pussy!
"I ... oh, uh," Kristi said.
Then she thought, why not? Boldly she lifted her skirt and showed him her sweet pussy. It was still dripping with Danny's hot cream and she held her skirt high, letting the man gawk at it.
"This is what you want to see, isn't it?" Kristi cooed teasingly. "Oh, goddamn, yes!" the man gasped. "You like it, don't you."
"Yes."
"You were staring at me all afternoon at the game."
"Yes I was."
"And you're not really a reporter, are you."
"No, I'm not."
"You came here to fuck me, didn't you?" she asked slowly.
"Yes. That's why I came here. I followed you here. I'm crazy about you. I'd do anything to fuck you."
Kristi rolled her hips, still holding her skirt up, still showing him her pretty pussy. She dropped the skirt and walked over to the trembling man.
"Wanna feel?" she whispered.
"Oh, God-yes!" the man gurgled.
He thrust his hand under her skirt and slipped his finger into her dripping pussy. "It's already full of cream," he puffed passionately.
"Uh, huh, it's drooling," Kristi goo-gooed, reaching out and grabbing his throbbing hard-on. "My God!" she gasped. "It's huge!"
She unzipped his fly and slicked out his cock. It was like a massive iron bar, the head huge, ripe, like a big tomato. Kristi reached down with her other hand and wrapped both of them, all ten fingers, around his cock. She squeezed firmly and it spit out a gob of cum, which sprayed the front of her white cheer-leading skirt.
Kristi dropped to her knees and gulped at the squishy head, kissing, licking, as it squirted out tears of hot cum. The man was trembling so badly Kristi thought he might faint.
"Oh," he gasped. "Oh, baby!"
Kristi sucked his cock, her gulping cheeks dimpling as she bobbed her head in and out. Her lips sealed around the swelling shaft like cellophane.
"Cock-sucker!" the man moaned.
"Mmmmm, mmmmmm," Kristi stuttered.
"Sweet cock-sucker," he whined, throwing his head down, pinning his chin on his chest as he watched the young cheerleader devour his huge cock.
Kristi still had both hands around the shaft, her lips sucking like plungers. She liked the fullness of having his cock in her young mouth.
"Kristi," the man panted.
Kristi let go and backed off. She admired the length of his shimmering passion. His prick's length and thickness excited her.
The man quickly threw off his clothes, ripping at them until he stood nude. His cock was like a spike sticking out from between his legs.
He dipped to his knees and pulled Kristi to him, kissing her hotly. Then he pushed her back on the floor and hulked over her. He reached down and lifted back her skirt, revealing her sopping pussy. He lowered himself to her, his hot cock tipping at her slippery clit. He handled it, rubbing his prick against her, bubbling the head up and down her cunt lips.
"Ooooooo!" Kristi moaned. "Fuck me! That's what you want. That's why you kept looking at me at the game. You wanted to fuck the shit out of me."
"You're goddamn right I did and now I'm gonna do it."
He shoved his monster cock into her.
"Oh, my God!" Kristi groaned, sucking in her breath.
Kristi threw her smooth, sweet legs around the stranger. She locked him in as he pumped his ass up and down, his cock drilling deeper into her pussy.
They fucked on the floor in wild passion. Kristi's uniform was all crumpled up on her stomach. She looked down, her chin ducked to her chest as she watched the big cock plunge in and out of her cunt.
He was pumping like a piston. She saw the high arch of his ass. She bounced her hips off the rug, pushing her pussy up to the magnificent prick. He plunged deeper and she loved the feeling. Then he started fucking faster, harder, with short, quick rabbit jabs.
"Oh, God, Sir!" Kristi moaned.
Wham, bam, slam! The man's ass pumped furiously. His cock went in all the way, pulled out and then he rabbit-fucked her again with short, hard strokes.
Then, just before he came, he pulled out and got to his knees over Kristi. He began jacking on his huge, slick cock and Kristi watched in amazement as his hand flagged, chopped and jacked on his bulging, swelling prick. He looked good and the sight of him jacking-off sent a thrill through the babysitter.
"Are you gonna jack-off to the pictures you took of me?" Kristi gulped, her eyes glued to his blurring hand.
"You're damn right!" he huffed as his cock spurted out his thick load. "Goddamn! Oh, shit!"
Kristi watched the big, red cock head swell and spit out a constant flow of juice that splattered her neck, face, hair, all over her. She reached down and stuck her finger in her cunt and wildy diddled herself as she saw the big white chunks of cream fly from his prick. A gob hit her on the lips and she licked it into her mouth.
"Oh, shit!" she cried, coming with him. "Oh, shit, Sir, you look good!"
Her whole body tingled with her third cum of the day and as she drifted into the wild pleasure, she stared at the man and the way he pumped his hard prick to her. She saw his prick spill more and more cream onto her sweater, her hair, her cheeks, her ears and neck. "Oh, wow!" she whispered. "Oh, wow!"
CHAPTER NINE
Kristi lay on the floor, cum-splattered, and the man hovered over her. He quickly stood up and got his camera and began shooting pictures of the beautiful babysitting cheerleader. Kristi spread her legs salaciously and opened her mouth, rolling her tongue over her lips as the man snapped a photo.
She pulled up her tight sweater and cupped her tits. Then she reached in and pulled the firm, young orbs out over the top of her bra. The man sighed loudly and took more pictures.
Just then Danny walked in the room. He stopped short at the sight of Kristi splayed out on the floor with a strange man shooting pictures.
"Take your little cock out, Danny. Come on take your jammies off," Kristi cooed.
Danny did. He stood naked, his five-inch cock sticking out, up, hard. Kristi moved her hand up and down lewdly, encouraging the boy to jack-off.
Danny clutched his prick and pumped as he stood over Kristi. She sliced a finger in her slurpy cunt and began a fervid finger-fuck, overwhelmed with the excitement of Danny masturbating and the man taking pictures.
Now the man set the camera aside. He dropped between Kristi's legs and licked at her flaming finger. He licked her knuckles, kissed and slurped at her thighs, squeezed her tits. Then he knelt and grabbed his fizzing prick, beginning to give himself a hum-dinger of a hand-job.
"Oh, shit!" Kristi howled. "Looks good, you guys."
The guys whipped and fisted their cocks, their hands quivering and shivering. Kristi watched in utter amazement. The man's big cock was gorgeous, the head big and round. It dripped cum, a big string hanging as he throbbed himself, stroking and poking his hard cock.
Danny shot off, his load drenching Kristi's tits. He squirted cream all over the nipples and Kristi watched him spray with delight.
The man gasped and whacked his cock, his hand slicking, sliding. His body stiffened and he shot off. A thick, hot gush of juice erupted from the bulbous head of his hard prick. A splash of cream splattered Kristi's cheek, another gob shot into her hair, another big goop slushed onto her pretty chin.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "Oh, wow! Cum, guys. Go on, cum on me!"
Kristi finger-fucked herself, her finger twittering, jerking. A sweeping thrill engulfed her and she lifted up off the floor toward the spurting pricks and came with them. A sweet, simmering tingle shivered her to the very core.
"Ah, ah, uh ... oooo!" she sobbed.
* * *
This fabulous incident, the strange man wit the camera, Danny, his father, Mr. Peterson, all these delicious experiences brought a new meaning to Kristi's life. It was fantastic, because she loved to cum, loved to see a hard prick. She wondered if she were normal.
She went to school the next day. She wore her cute, sexy little uniform for cheer leading practice, looking absolutely delicious, and it was no mystery why men couldn't keep their greedy hands off her. She was marvelous, a teenaged dream.
She walked down the hall at school, a queen in the tight white sweater that sealed in like Scotch tape over her tits which looked like two ripe oranges bobbing under the thin wool material. Her navy blue skirt swirled in pleats high on her golden, young thighs where it hemmed out in a ring of white stripes. She wore white knee socks, blue tennis shoes, and under the skirt a tight, very snug-fitting pair of white, satin, bloomer panties.
Her girlfriend, Vickie Holt caught up with her. Vickie was a stunning blonde. She wore her hair swept over to one side, tied with a bright white piece of yarn into a sweet pony-tail that brushed over on her cheek, which was lightly dabbed with red blush. Vickie had Bardot-like lips and they glistened with pink lip-gloss.
Vickie had lush hips, plump, and her sweater pulled tight like Kristi's over two nice tits that pushed at the wool with points set up high.
Kristi had her brown hair parted on the left side. It swept down around her shoulders.
The two school girls looked good enough to eat. They talked and giggled and, as they rounded a corner, they met their anatomy teacher, Mr. Graves. He stopped short.
"Oh, Kristi, my wife and I will be going out tonight. I wondered if you could babysit for us?"
Kristi wanted to go out with the girls after practice and hang out at the Pizza Hut. But she also needed a good grade in English and she thought maybe sitting for Mr. Graves would help.
"Sure," she said.
Mr. Graves smiled. "About seven then?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Oh, he's so cute," Vickie whispered as the tall, handsome teacher walked away.
"Oh, I know he is. But I wanted to go out tonight," Kristi said.
"Why don't I come over and sit with you? And we could invite Mac and some of the boys from the football team to drop by!" Vickie suggested.
Kristi liked this idea and readily agreed.
* * *
After practice the beautiful teenagers, still in their pretty cheerleading uniforms, stopped for a Coke and a Big Mac at McDonalds. Then walked the tree-lined street down to Mr. Grave's old Victorian home near the high school.
Vickie was a sexy little flirt and as they walked, she said, "Gee, you know, I'd let Mr. Graves feel my pussy, if only he ever wanted to."
"Mmmmm, sounds interesting," Kristi said as they walked up the stairs to the teacher's house. He answered the door and led them into the kitchen. The big old room had hardwood floors, a big table, and an old stove.
"My wife has already gone to the party. I stayed to wait for you," he said.
"Is it okay if Vickie stays with me?" Kristi asked.
"Sure," the teacher said.
He looked at them longingly, his eyes glazing over the two beautiful girls. They were so sweet, so soft and yummy-looking in their cheeerleading uniforms.
"Gary's up in his room. Be sure he gets to bed early, okay?"
The girls nodded.
Then Mr. Graves excused himself and went upstairs for a moment before he left. The girls sat down at the table.
"Let's turn him on, should we?" Vickie whispered.
"Want to?" Kristi smiled.
"God, yeah. Let's do."
"Jeez..." Kristi shivered.
Mr. Graves came back into the room and the girls stood up. He looked at them longingly again.
"You two are perfect examples of lovely anatomy," the teacher whispered.
Kristi took the lead. She walked up to Mr. Graves and stood close to him. But Vickie was so hot by now she simply flipped up her little, blue skirt. She pulled it up over her white panties.
"This is the anatomy that interests me."
"Yeah, me too," Kristi said, lifting her own skirt to reveal a pussy-packed pair of panties under her school blues.
"My, my, ladies," the teacher mumbled.
His eyes were glued to the sweet tights displayed by the gorgeous teen queens. He became nervous and started to tremble. This was a new experience for him. Vickie twirled around slowly and let the teacher see her fabulous ass.
"Oh, God!" he moaned in heated appreciation. "Oh, jeez!"
He dropped to his knees and tore at Vickie's pants. He ripped them down over her bare ass and pulled them down to her knees, pressing his face into her ass.
"Eeek!" the girl shrilled.
The teacher's tongue slithered up and down the crack of her beautiful ass. Kristi watched in amazement, still holding up her skirt, her eyes glued to the sight before her.
Mr. Graves twirled his hot tongue up Vickie's ass-hole. He slapped it right into the bud.
"Oh, fuck! He's tonguing my ass-hole, Kristi!" she sobbed in glee.
Kristi was so amazed by the lustful display by the teacher she stood in total awe. Her eyes widened and she gasped in a quick suck of breath. She'd never seen anything like this and she was thrilled.
The teacher snacked at the crack of her beautiful schoolgirl ass. He clutched the round cheeks, slick as billiard balls, smooth as eggshell. His fingers pressed into the tight, soft flesh while his tongue slithered up and down the fuzzy asscrack.
"Delicious," he mumbled. "Your ass is delicious, Miss Holt."
Mr. Graves slurped his tongue wildly, licking all over Vickie's ass now. He was kissing the cheeks, nibbling and biting them as his fingers fluted the precious softness.
Vickie bent over and put her hands on her knees, her legs bent at the knees, her ass pushed up beautifully. The teacher spread her ass cheeks, then sent his tongue soaring up her ass-hole.
"Oh, Jesus!" Vickie sobbed. "Oh, God!"
Kristi couldn't stand the excitement. She slid her hand inside her white panties and slushed a finger in her spritzing pussy. She moaned and spread her legs, holding her skirt up with one hand, the other knuckling out the crotch of her panties. She finger-fucked her cunt and watched Mr. Graves slap his big, fat tongue up Vickie's ass-hole.
Kristi saw the huge bulge in Mr. Grave's slacks. The sight of his pulsing prick pushing out the pants made her so hot that she came. Came quickly as her finger fucked her little cunt in the pink panties.
"God, you guys, I'm gonna fuck myself off!"
"Go on," Vickie yelped to her friend. Then she herself dipped her hand in her white tights and stuck a finger in her hot pussy. She sighed as Mr. Graves flagged his tongue furiously up her ass-hole.
A sweet clicking, wet slicking sound filled the kitchen as the girls got off. Mr. Graves unzipped his slacks as he ate Vickie's ass-hole. He whipped out his prick and Kristi gasped.
"God, he's got his prick out!"
Vickie looked over her shoulder and tried to see the man's cock.
"It's a big one, Vickie," Kristi moaned as she came.
The teacher stood up and humped down. He fisted his foot-long prick and mashed the head into Vickie's juicy ass-hole.
"He's gonna fuck your ass!" Kristi yipped.
"Oh, jeez! Not up my shithole, Sir," Vickie gulped. "Oh, no, Mr. Graves! Oh, please, Sir, don't put that big prick up my shitter!"
But he did. He slapped the big, spurting cockhead between the sweet cheeks of her ass. He rubbed the bulb up and down the hairy crack, the head spitting chunks of cum.
Vickie fingered her cunt faster. The teacher humped down into a lewd stance behind her.
He unbuckled his slacks and they fell to the floor. He pulled his shorts down and grabbed his cock again, thrusting the throbbing head up Vickie's ass-hole.
"Yikes!" the girl panted.
Kristi was rippling through a series of climaxes as she watched the thrilling sight. She was in total admiration of the way the big prick looked stuck up Vickie's ass.
"You have a wonderful ass, Miss Holt," the teacher whimpered.
"Thank you, Sir," Vickie swooned.
She rolled her hips salaciously and fucked back at the thrusting prick. The teacher pushed farther in, sliding his cock up her ass.
Vickie fingered her pussy into an orgasm. She was so overwhelmed she stumbled and fell to the floor. She lay on her stomach, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her panties down on her thighs. The teacher dropped to his knees then lay over her. He drove his cock into her ass, shoving the frothing head back in Vickie's sweet ass. Mr. Graves lay on top of her, bouncing up and down as he fucked her award-winning ass. no
Kristi fell to her knees beside them. She continued finger-fucking her cunt inside her pink panties as she watched the eager man fucking Vickie's juicy ass-hole.
The teacher huffed and puffed, bouncing up and down on the beautiful, young schoolgirl, drilling her hot, sucking ass with his long, hard prick. Vickie's legs were high, scissored around his humping ass. She fucked back at him, rolling her hips, bumping her precious ass off the hard-wood floor.
Kristi kept fingering her pussy slowly as she watched them fuck. She too wanted some of that hard cock. It delighted her to watch Vickie and Mr. Graves fuck.
"You guys look so damn good fucking on the floor," Kristi blurted.
"Feels good, too!" Vickie cried. "Fuck me, Sir, fuck me with that big prick!"
"Goddamn!" Mr. Graves panted.
"Fuck me!" Vickie pleaded. "Make me cum!"
She was a wild little girl underneath the brutal battering of her teacher. She humped and pumped her ass off the floor, took his cock deep in her ass, thrilling to the hard, slick push and pull.
"Fuck me you nasty bastard!" Vickie sobbed.
"God, honey," the teacher gasped.
They fucked and fucked and fucked and their bodies slapped together beautifully. They huffed and puffed. Vickie felt the big prick bloat in her ass-hole just before it unleashed a hot torrent of thick, steaming cream.
"You have to fuck me, Sir," Vickie groaned.
The teacher lifted up and Vickie rolled over on her back. Mr. Graves took her panties down over her knees socks and tennies and pulled them off. Then he mounted her, sliding between those shapely teen legs and guiding his huge prick into her pussy. Vickie reached down and felt his throbbing cockshaft. She wrapped her little fingers around the hot hardness.
"Whew, jeez ... it's pretty big, Sir," she whispered as Mr. Graves slicked the big bulb head into the wet softness of her cunt.
"I wanna fuck all of it in your pussy, Vickie," the teacher panted.
He lifted up and drove the hard prick like a nail into Vickie's pussy.
Then he started fucking her, his cock sliding beautifully in and out of her cunt. Kristi watched the big, stiff shaft slip up and down as she fingered her cunt slowly.
Vickie threw her legs around the man, her knee socks and shoes crisscrossed fetchingly. She humped her cum-soaked ass up off the floor as Mr. Graves pounded his prick into her pussy. His big balls smashed up against the underside of Vickie's ass, their bodies thudding and thumping.
Mr. Graves slid one hand under the girl and thrust a finger up her slushy ass-hole.
"Oooof!" Vickie hissed.
The hot load splashed into Vickie's cunt and she came with the dazed teacher. A fabulous tingle buzzed through her, that delicious feeling that comes with the cum.
"Oh, shit, Sir!" Vickie cried. "We're aiming!"
The teacher moaned loudly and humped harder and faster, his hairy ass thumping up and down on the pretty young girl in her cheerleading uniform, splayed out beneath him. Vickie was a bundle of passionate joy as she fucked wildly.
Faster then, the man humped Vickie until his cock spit out the last thick chunk of cream into her pussy. He withdrew his prick and lay panting on top of her.
Kristi knelt beside them, her hand in her soggy panties, still playing with her cunt. Mr. Graves rolled off Vickie and lay catching his breath. Kristi grabbed his limp cock. The shaft was all slick and sticky. The pretty lass slid her hand up and down on the loose, hanging prick, exploring its immense length. She felt the cock thump in her hand, beating and pulsing, becoming hard in her grip. She pumped faster and the prick got bigger. Kristi's eyes were glued to the rising action.
"Jeez, Mr. Graves," she whispered, "your prick's real big, real damn big." She grabbed the stalk with both hands and pumped it furiously.
Mr. Graves reached up and cupped Kristi's firm, fresh, young tits. They were delightful to touch and his yearning desire for the round orbs made his cock leap in the girl's hands. She primed the hard shaft, her hands jacking quickly.
Mr. Graves let his hands play over Kristi's elite body. She knelt beside him, her hands dancing with a jigging gusto. She loved the way the knob of his cock got bigger while the marvelous stalk thumped and expanded in her hands. The head of his prick shot out a slick gob of cum that spilled down the stalk and over Kristi's pumping hands.
She jammed his prick faster. Mr. Graves slid his hot hand up her leg and over her knee socks, along her tender thigh. He plunged his itchy fingers into the creamy softness of her panties, rubbing her pussy avidly. She sighed and slicked her hands faster on his magnificent prick.
Vickie was finally regaining her sanity after her tremendous climax. She rolled over on her side and watched Kristi jack on the teacher's hum-dinger of a prick. She liked the way it spit cum. She watched the way the liquid dripped down the sides of his cock and spilled over Kristi's bobbing knuckles.
The girl was giving her teacher a bang-up hand-job and he was loving every second of it. He rubbed her pussy, feeling the sweet dampness. He reached up and dug his hand deep into her panties, slicking a finger in her cunt. They were both getting so hot that they were panting, huffing, moaning. Vickie thrust a finger into her pussy and played with her clit. A glorious feeling of rapture enthralled her as she watched her friend jack on the teacher's splendid prick.
"I gotta fuck," Kristi murmured. "I have to fuck this thing."
"I wanna," the teacher whispered.
He yanked her panties down and lifted the child up over him, sitting her down and fisted his cock. He manipulated the big, plum head up and down the dripping wet slit of her cunt.
Kristi sat on top of him, her chin tucked in, looking down at the way the teacher flubbed his huge prick against the lips of her pussy. She pulled up her uniform, the pleated skirt around her waist, to get a better look at the champion prick smashing at her hot cunt.
"I can fuck and suck you both," Mr. Graves said. "Here, you get on your hands and knees on the floor, Kristi."
Kristi got off him and got down on all fours beside the man. He got up on his knees and knelt behind her. He lifted the tiny skirt and layered it back on her back, exposing her plump ass. He grabbed his cock and slid it through her thighs and jammed the head up and into her cunt.
"Whew, shit!" Kristi sighed. "It's in me. that cock is in my cunt."
"Now, Vickie, you come over and stand up. Straddle Kristi, almost as if you were going to sit down in a saddle. That's it, facing me like that, very good, move in closer to me and I can suck your pussy while I fuck Kristi."
Vickie did as instructed. She humped over the top of Kristi, standing over the girl on all fours and pushing her sopping cunt into Mr. Graves' face. The teacher slurped his tongue lewdly at her teenaged pussy as he fucked his swelling cock into Kristi.
"Is he eating you?" Kristi yelped.
"Uh, huh, yeah! He's licking my cunt. He's gobblin' on my cunt. Shit! Goddamn, Mr. Graves, you're so dirty!"
"He's fuckin' me with his horse-cock," Kristi sighed. "It's way up in my cunt."
Indeed. The teacher was giving Kristi a humping she'd never forget, slicking his cracker-jack prick in and out of her sucking pussy with fine, first-rate strokes. His elite prick banged in and out with precision, almost as if it had been made to fuck hard and hot like this. And all the time he smashed his cock into Kristi's cunt, he munched on Vickie's delicious little pussy, lapping and snacking at the blonde delight.
He was so good he had both girls trembling and shuddering into a delicious climax. His cock spurt another load, the hot, thick cream spilling into Kristi's pussy. Vickie stood over her, her legs spread, bent at the knees, her hips rolling, pushing her cunt into the man's flapping tongue. She felt the sweet ripples of excitement take her into that wonderful void of mind-blasting ecstasy.
"Fuck me you sonofabitch!" Kristi called. "Fuck my cunt!"
"Suck me you sonofabitch!" Vickie gulped. "Eat my cunt."
"Nasty sonofabitch! You shouldn't be on your knees fuckin' your prick in my pussy. I'm too young, Sir. You're fuckin' a kid!" Kristi moaned.
"Yeah, you dirty bastard!" Vickie sobbed. "You nasty, dirty sonofabitch. You bastard! You're suckin' my little pussy."
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmmm," the teacher mumbled as he fucked and sucked, cuming with the two darling schoolgirls, rattling into a tremendous climax.
CHAPTER TEN
Kristi took a phone call in her room. It was Mrs. Jane Harrington asking if she could babysit that evening. Kristi agreed and since the Harrington's only lived six blocks away she was happy because she could walk to their house.
That evening she arrived and met their son, Tommy. Mr. Harrington was near forty, with sandy-blonde hair and a very muscular body. He had a square-cut jaw and was handsome. Mrs. Harrington was a brunette with huge tits, ripe, lush hips, and a round, fine face.
Kristi wore a tight pair of jeans that scrunched up into blue ripples at her crotch and a pink sweater that fucked at her tits in a tight pull.
After the Harrington's left, Kristi studied and then watched TV. They returned early and Mr. Harrington offered to drive her home.
"Oh, I can walk," Kristi said, "it's not too far."
"Well, I'm going to bed," Mrs. Harrington said.
She went upstairs and Mr. Harrington took Kristi into the living room to pay her. He handed her a five-dollar bill and as he did he clutched her hand and squeezed. Then he reached into his pocket and withdrew a twenty-dollar bill and handed it to her.
"This is a tip," he whispered. "Shhh
"But, Sir..."
Mr. Harrington crushed Kristi to him, holding her close and kissing her red, candy-sweet lips. Kristi felt his cock thump to a big hard-on. She couldn't believe the size of it as he kissed her. When he broke their kiss and gasped for air, he produced more cash from his pocket.
"I wanna get in your panties," he panted. Kristi took the four twenties from him and smiled. She stuffed the money in her jeans. "You do?" she cooed. "Yes," he gulped.
And again he pulled the young babysitter to him, his hands roaming over the fine expanse of her ass, feeling the round rump through her tight jeans.
"What about your wife, Sir?" Kristi whispered.
"She'll go to bed and fall asleep," he said, his hand fanning the crack of Kristi's ass.
His cock banged hard against her flat, little belly and suddenly his fingers were busy undoing her jeans. He unbuttoned them, unzipped them, and pulled them down around her knees. Then he stood back and marveled at the girl's beauty in her snug, cunt-filled pink panties.
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, then reached out and plunged his hand into the pants.
"Oh, Sir!" Kristi gasped as his fingers slid into the fuzzy cunt hair.
He lipped the pussy slit with one finger. Then he shoved in, fucking his finger in and out, his knuckles bulging the pink undies at the crotch. Kristi reached for his cock.
"Oh!" she gasped, as her hand found the big thick cock. She felt as though she'd grabbed a big hot pipe!
Mr. Harrington dipped to his knees before her. It was all happening so fast, all Kristi could do was stand and enjoy the delights.
The man muffed his face into the crotch of her panties and began sucking. He kissed, tongued, licked her panties and chewed on them until they were sopping wet. Kristi trembled all over in a sweet sensation as she watched the man chomp her pink panties.
She loved the idea of all the tips she'd been getting babysitting. She had a nice little business going-and it was a pleasureful one, too.
The man got up. He unbuckled his pants and drew them down along with his shorts.
"Oh, jeez! Wow!" Kristi cried.
His cock was fourteen inches long and thick as a potato all the way from the base of the cockstalk to the bulbous, glowing red head, which was shiny with cum.
His prick stood out like a wobbling prong. He fisted the staff and knelt down again. He chomped back into the crotch of Kristi's panties. Then he pulled them down and smashed his mouth into the softness of her wet, creamy cunt.
"Ah, oooo," Kristi sighed.
He fucked his cock with his fist and ate at her pussy. Kristi stood, her jeans at her knees, her panties down on top of the jeans. Her hips were pushed out to meet the greedy mouth that tried to devour her young pussy. She felt his tongue slice up and down her cunt slit, greasy, fast, furious, hot, and she loved the feeling.
Suddenly the man stood up and smiled. "You like this, don't you?" he whispered.
"Oh, yes, God, yes," Kristi gulped.
She reached out and clutched his monster prick. He sighed longingly and watched her little hand, her red fingernails wrapping around the huge thickness of his hard-on. The sight of the young girl holding his cock sent a shiver through him.
"Oh, God, we gotta fuck," the man huffed.
"I'd have to have another tip first," Kristi said, surprising even herself with this remark.
But the man gladly pulled out a handful of bills and knelt down. He stuffed them in the pocket of her jeans.
Kristi smiled at how easy it was to make money this way. She bent over and took the jeans and panties off, slipped out of her shoes and stood before the man nude, except for her pink sweater. His cock pointed, wobbling at her. She reached for the immense hard-on and grasped onto it with both hands, squeezing, fondling, pinching, probing. Her hands slid up and down the fourteen inches of prudent prick.
"Ah, honey," the man moaned. "Baby ... babysitter . . .baby!"
"Yes, yes," Kristi answered.
The man stuck his hand out and shoved a finger in her pussy. They stood this way for a blissful moment, her fondling his cock, him slipping her a hot finger.
Her passion was being aroused to new heights by this huge prick and Kristi felt light-headed, excited, faint, deliciously lost in the moment.
Mr. Harrington took her down on the floor. He pulled off all his clothes so he was nude.
Kristi pulled her sweater off, then undid her bra so her teenaged tits flopped loose. The man gasped and sealed his mouth to the lovely, young orbs.
He knelt over her. Kristi reached up and fisted both hands on the big prick. She pulled down on the stalk, then let it go, watching it spring back and spank his belly. Then it wobbled left and right, bobbing up and down. It spit out a chunk of cum that splashed on her lovely young tits.
She reached back up and grabbed his cock again, wondering if she could ever take this big prick in her pussy. She pumped her hands in and out on the cockstalk, her mouth open in amazement at the immense length and thick width of the man's hard-on.
He reached down and lipped her pussy with his finger, then shoved it in and fucked her with his hand, jerking in and out, slicking his finger against her hot little clit.
"I don't think I can take this big thing, Sir," Kristi whispered.
Mr. Harrington lifted Kristi from the floor and carried her to a big easy chair, soft, wide, m and sat her down. He pulled her down to the edge, her ass spreading nicely. He spread her legs wide and crawled between, on his knees and held his cock so the baseball-size head rested on the lips of her cunt.
"Ooof," Kristi huffed.
"Jesus, you're beautiful," Mr. Harrington whispered, peering into the girl's eyes, letting his own eyes glaze over her precious body.
Kristi stared at the big cock, thick as a forearm, hard as a brick, the head so huge, like a light bulb, red, glistening with sticky cum. It thumped against her pussy lips.
She spread her legs wide to accommodate the huge cock. Mr. Harrington pushed and the bulb head mashed against her pussy slit. It stuck there and he pushed harder.
"Owweee!" Kristi cried. "I think it's too big, Sir."
"Oh, darling," he moaned, pushing again until the head disappeared into her pussy.
He gave her just the tip. He humped slowly, letting the big cock startle the young girl, letting her get used to his large cock.
His prick looked like a shining pipe between their bodies, a bridge. Kristi lost her breath in excitement. Her mouth hung open as she gazed at the mammoth cock.
Mr. Harrington pushed again and sent two more inches into her. But the thickness of his prick was too much. It almost split her slit apart and she moaned in pain and ecstasy.
Then he fucked her slowly, just noodling her with the thickness of his prick. She lay back all splayed on the chair, a picture of teenaged desire, a lovely young lady taking a giant cock.
"It's in me, Sir," she groaned.
He fucked faster now, slicing another three inches into her cunt. Kristi's head jerked up and she looked down to see him push more cock into her. She panted and moaned like a whipped puppy.
"Now, honey, I'm fuckin' you," the man said.
"Oh, yes, fuck me, fuck me with that big thing, Sir."
He came! He was so hot he flushed a load into her pussy. He shuddered and shook all over, then stiffened and released a gusher of juice that spilled into the young girl in hot torrents.
"Oh, Sir! Sir! Goddamn!" Kristi hissed.
He fucked fast and hard, fucked her good as he tossed his cookies into her cunt. She loved the feeling of the thick cream pouring into her pussy. She tingled into a sensational climax with him. Her body lifted up off the chair and she pumped her young ass off the edge of the cushion. He fucked her, sending his big elephant cock deeper into her.
Then he gasped loudly and fell backwards, his cock slipped out of her cunt. Kristi fell back into the chair, gasping, shaking, so excited, shivering all over in the afterglow of the quick cum.
Mr. Harrington, still on his knees, took his dripping cock in his hand. He looked at the stunning babysitting darling laid back in the chair, her rich cunt, her fine body, her lines and curves, and began pumping himself. Kristi watched and became excited. The sight of a man jacking himself off always thrilled her.
"Yeah, do that, Sir. Play with your prick like that. Looks good."
"You look good, Kristi. I'm jackin' off to you."
"Oh, Sir, that's wonderful!"
The man brought his horse-cock to a big erection, then jigged and chopped the hard-on with his hand as Kristi watched the action, feeling her cunt quiver with delight. She stuck a finger in the dripping pussy and fiddled herself as she gazed at the man pumping his prick.
"You know what I'd like, Sir? I'd like to see you go as fast as you can. I wanna see you go real fast. Oooo, yeah, like that. Oh, Sir. like that, yeah, fast! Oh, shit, Sir, that's the way, oh!"
The man's wrist was loose and slick as he underhanded his huge cock. He grasped the stalk with both hands and pumped as fast as he could go.
"Boy, that looks good!" Kristi cried, jigging her finger faster and faster in her cunt.
Mr. Harrington was really jacking now, screwing his prick with his hands. The big stock steamed, the big bulb head spit juice. Tears of cum flew at Kristi, splattering against her flat little belly just above her pussy. She loved the way his cock spit and she loved the way he beat on it so fast.
"Faster, Sir. Go faster!" she yelped.
He slugged his prick, hammered his hands, smashed in and out, thrumming himself in a piping hot rhythm. "Oh, honey," he muttered.
"Jack off to me, Sir!" Kristi chirped.
He had a sizzling stroke going, a flaming jack-hack quivering with both hands on the wobbling stalk of his burning cock. Then he hummed off a load. His big bulb-head expanded and spit out a huge chunk of hot cream that splashed like a whip-shot onto Kristi's belly.
"Faster, fuck yourself faster, Sir!" she cried.
He hummed his cock, druffed it, thwacked his huge cock faster than any man should have. The big head bulged and flipped out a constant stream of dream cream that made Kristi squirm in the chair as the hot goo splattered all over her luscious young body. She sawed her finger faster and faster into her creamy pussy slit, making her cunt swell, her heart beat wildly, and she came too, a rip-tide of pleasure sweeping over her.
"Goddamn, Sir!" she squealed. "Jack your prick for me. It's making me cum. Oh, yeah, like that ... fast ... fuck yourself fast ... fuck your fist ... I love to watch you do that. Shit! Looks good. I love it!"
And she did. And she loved her jobs babysitting with all these men. She loved that they loved her so much they would jack-off to her.
Her body shuddered in a toasty, flushing wobble of excitement.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kristi kept all her money in a jar under her bed and she was "happy to add the stack of twenties she'd received from Mr. Harrington. She had quite a little business going now, babysitting around the neighborhood.
What excited and interested her was that not one man had failed to make a pass at her, not one had not been turned on by her. She liked that. And indeed, she was such a darling girl, such a precious young lady.
She had a job this night at a new house. She'd received a call from Mrs. Hart, and she was dressing to go take care of their baby daughter.
The woman told her they were having a party at their house and they didn't want to be bothered by the baby. It sounded interesting.
She wanted to look good. She fixed her hair and brushed it well, pulling it slick from the bangs across her forehead and tying it with a red ribbon.
She slipped into a thin pink spaghetti-strap camisole. She laced the top as it was cut low across the top of her tits. She pulled on a pair of pink candy-striped white panties. She wore no bra under the camisole when she slid into a tight-fitting, black miniskirt.
She looked fabulous.
* * *
The Hart's owned a huge, rambling two-story home. She arrived at seven and Mrs. Hart took her upstairs and showed her her room where she would babysit. It was just across from the nursery and the baby. She had a small TV in this den area and several books lay about.
Kristi went in to check on the baby. Then she took a seat in the room in a big leather chair and watched television as the guests arrived downstairs.
Mr. Hart came in and introduced himself. He was near fifty and very handsome with silver-gray hair. Mr. Hart was lean, thin, and dignified.
Kristi wasn't surprised at his hot stare, his fuck-hot gaze, his eyes rolling over her luscious young body, her short skirt, her golden, beautiful legs. She could see passion steaming within him.
He left and she watched TV. She heard the party get started downstairs. From out back on the patio and all over the yard, she heard the voices and the music. She wished she could attend. Instead she watched "Magnum P.I." cherishing handsome Tom Selleck and his fabulous, fine body.
About an hour later Mr. Hart came in the room. "Just wanted to check, see if everything was all right with the baby."
"I just looked in on her. Sleeping. No problem," Kristi said, shifting in the big leather chair.
Mr. Hart stared at her legs and her tit-filled, skimpy camisole. Kristi got up to give him a good look, then went to the coffee table, bent over, picked up a magazine and started back for the chair. The vision of her juicy ass splayed against the short skirt when she bent over sent Mr. Hart into a swoon of desire.
He moved closer to her. "You are certainly a beautiful young lady," he whispered.
They were only a couple of feet apart. Mr. Hart smelled her sweet perfume, looked again at those hard, baseball tits pushing at the pink camisole.
He threw his arms around her and kissed her wildly. His tongue speared into her mouth. His hands roamed over her soft back, down into the rippling luxury of her fabulous, young ass.
He broke the kiss, panting, "I'm sorry. I can't help it."
Kristi felt the rise of his cock against her. She liked the feel of the throbbing prick thumping to a stiff hard-on. She moved lightly against the cock, rolling her hips slowly.
"God, my dear," the older man gulped. "Quick, in the closet. No one will catch us there."
He led her by the hand to the closet, opened it and took her inside. He turned on the light. It was a large closet, with coats and jackets hanging neatly from a row of hangers. It smelled musty and dusty. He pulled Kristi to him and kissed her again. His hands were like fans as they explored her fine body, running over her ass, her legs, her thighs. Then he sent his hand down between them, lifting the hem of her miniskirt and pulling it up over her candy-striped panties.
He plunged his fingers into the pussy-pantied crotch. "Ah, ah, ooo," he mumbled, rubbing her cunt.
"Oh, Sir," Kristi murmured, excited, her breath rushing, the closed room thrilling her. She reached for his hard prick and grasped the beating cock stalk and squeezed.
He rubbed her pussy. She rubbed his cock. He finally stood back, spun Kristi around and pulled her skirt high on her waist and knelt behind her. He pulled her panties down into a roll on her thighs, exposing her beautiful ass. He clutched the cheeks, spreading them, and licked his tongue up and down the furry crack.
"Ooooo," Kristi moaned. "Sir, Sir!"
His tongue wobbled and wagged up and down the crack of her ass wth speedy spit-slicked strokes. The feeling made Kristi shudder with pleasure and pure passion.
Then he rimmed her ass-hole. He licked around the tight bud and finally sent his tongue wagging at her tasty shithole.
"Oh, Mr. Hart! You're licking my ass. My shitter! Oh, Sir. Lick me like that ... oh, ah, whew!"
And the man did. He rimmed her good. His tongue was an expert whip of pleasure and satisfaction to the young babysitter. She loved being in the closet with the older man, on his knees paying honor and homage to her fine ass.
He turned around and mashed his face into her fuzzy cunt. He lapped like a dog. She pushed her pussy out to accommodate his wild licking and slicking.
Kristi was caught on the high-wire edge of delight and finally heaved a sigh of relief as the wiggle of climax shook her entire body.
Mr. Hart knew she was cuming and he became an insane pussy-licker. He ate, licked, chewed, slobbered, munched her cunt.
"Oh, gooey, gooey down there ... oh, feels so wonderful," Kristi sighed. "Yikes!"
Mr. Hart brought her to the ridge of her climax and took her over to the other side, her body stiffening. She was bent over at the waist, her hands pulling his head into her creaming cunt.
When he had finished, he stood up and took down his pants and shorts. He took off his suit coat and stood nude except for a white shirt and tie. His cock was beautiful. Kristi guessed the length at eight inches ... so hard, so round, so smooth, like marble. It was a handsome cock that dripped a string of cum and bubbled with jizz at the tip.
"I like that, the way that looks," Kristi said, staring at his throbbing prick.
The man smiled. "Take off your skirt and top, will you?"
Kristi doffed her skirt with a swift slip and wiff of her hips and pulled off her camisole. She stood before the older man in her peppermint-striped panties, her pink bra. She reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra, feeling her beautiful, round tits.
"Oh, my," the man sighed.
He reached for the lovely young orbs. He fondled them, jiggled them in his palms, squeezing them. He bent over and kissed the nipple of each one, then sucked on them voraciously.
His hand slid into her panties and he hooked a finger into her wet cunt slit. He fingered her pussy and sucked on her tits at the same time and the sensation ripped wonderfully through the babysitter.
She reached for his cock, got the stalk in her hand and glided her fingers in and out in a slow pumping motion. Mr. Hart moved away from her tits and she stood next to him in the closet, her jacking his prick, his hand in her pants, fucking her pussy with his finger. It was pure pleasure, ecstasy in the closet.
"We must fuck, my dear," the man panted.
He took Kristi down to the hardwood floor. She lay back and spread her legs. He tugged her sweet panties down, brought them to his mouth and kissed and licked the crotch. This excited Kristi and she squirmed below him. She reached up and fisted his bubbling prick.
He hovered over her, still licking her panties. He pressed the thin undies to Kristi's mouth and kissed her through the crotch of the panties as he lowered to her. She guided his marble-slick prick into her pussy, then quickly scissored her legs around him.
He immediately began pumping on her. His cock slid in and out easily, nicely, hard and long. Kristi loved the feel of the marble-carved hardness as he sawed back and forth, rocking up and down on her.
"Isn't this great, fucking on the closet floor, doing a fuck like this?" the man panted.
"Uh, huh, yes, fucking on the floor in the closet, Sir."
He humped his ass up and down and hammered his cock into her young cunt. Kristi bumped her ass off the hard floor and fucked back to him. The sound of her ass cheeks splattering against the floor made a beautiful sucking sound as they fucked.
"Oh, my dear, you shall have to babysit for us all the time. I'll pay you well."
"I usually get good tips," Kristi huffed, fucking up and down under the driving cock, the humping older man.
His cock filled her cunt just right. She loved fucking him. She threw her arms around his neck, tightened her legs on his, and now they fucked harder and faster on the floor. Finally she felt the man's prick swell and toss out his load. Thick cream poured into her pussy.
"Baby! Babysitter! Honey!" the man whispered, panting, choking with delight.
"Fuck me, Sir!" Kristi whimpered. "Fuck me on the closet floor ... floor ... oh, oh, oh, oh, Sir ... here I cum! I'm fucking off with you ... ooooo, shit!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kristi put the hundred dollars Mr. Hart had given her in her jar and hid it back under her bed. Soon she'd have saved enough money to leave her small hometown and go to Los Angeles. One more year of babysitting should do it.
She lay back on her bed and thought about how exciting her life was now, how she was able to excite men to such extreme passion. She gave thanks she was so pretty and so well stacked. She smiled to herself.
The next day at school, Mr. Graves, her teacher approached her again.
"Could you babysit for us tonight, Kristi?" he asked.
Later, she ran into her friend, Vickie, in the hall.
"Guess who I'm sitting for tonight?" she whispered. "Mr. Graves."
"Yes!"
"Oh, God. Can I come with you? I'd love to do what we did the last time again."
"Sure, meet you at seven at my place."
* * *
When the girls arrived at Mr. Graves' house at seven they both looked adorable. They had both come from an afternoon football game and both wore their alternate uniforms, the uniform with the tight blue sweater and the little white pleated skirt. Their uniforms were so skimpy, so soft and thin, riding up high on their schoolgirl thighs, their blue knee socks and white tennis shoes.
Mr. Graves and his wife gave them instructions and left for the evening. The girls watched TV and drank Cokes and were quite bored until the married couple returned.
Mr. Graves offered to ride them home. His wife disappeared upstairs and he went to the car with the girls. They got in and drove away.
"Oh, girls," he said, when they were driving down the street, "I haven't been able to forget the last time we were together."
"We haven't either," Vickie said, turning her blonde head, her pony-tail swishing as she looked at the teacher.
He pulled the car up a drive into a park and rolled to a stop.
"Let's walk over there to those bushes, girls," Mr. Graves said.
They did so and when they got to the bushes, Mr. Graves stuck his hands up under their little cheerleading skirts. He rubbed his fingers into the crotch of their tight blue bloomers.
"Ah, this is what I've wanted all night, girls. I've wanted to play with your pussies."
"You're so hot, Sir," Kristi said.
She reached out and grabbed that big foot-long prick of his which was now hot, hard, and throbbing wildly in his slacks. Vickie reached over too, then both girls fondled his hard-on with passionate grasps and squeezes.
"Ah, yeah," the man sighed.
He kicked his hand into their bloomers and played his fingers up and down their wet cunt slits. He fingered into the softness. The girls stood at his mercy, clutching out at his huge cock.
They fell to the ground. Mr. Graves ripped off his slacks and shorts. He rolled over on top of Kristi, pulled her pleated skirt up and started to dry-fuck her he was so hot. His big prick slapped at her tight bloomers as he bumped up and down.
Mr. Graves finally pulled Kristi's panties down, took them off and slipped half his cock into her slippery cunt. His ass shone in the moonlight as he pumped up and down on the young girl.
"God, you're fuckin' her right on the ground. Oh, shit!" Vickie cried, on her knees beside them.
She pulled her skirt up and dipped her hand into her bloomers, finger-fucking her aching cunt.
Mr. Graves bulldozed his huge prick into Kristi's little cunt. She was spread wide on the ground, feeling the grass and dirt under her ass. She let the man kiss her wildly on the lips as he banged, pushed, pumped, shoved, smashed his wild prick in and out of her cunt.
Vickie fingered her pussy with a new gusto as she watched. She finally stripped off her bloomers, threw them so they caught on a bush branch, then lay down on top of the humping Mr. Graves. She rubbed her pussy all over his ass, pushing, grinding on him as he fucked Kristi.
"Girls, girls! I love this," the man panted.
Vickie puffed and huffed. "I'm rubbing and rubbing my cunt all over his fuckin' ass."
"He's really got me nailed down on the dirt here," Kristi panted. "He's fuckin' me in these bushes, on the ground."
The three lovers looked good in the moonlight. Kristi felt the big cock capture her cunt. Waves of thick cream shot into her pussy. A rhapsody of pleasure fired through her. She lifted up in a stiff shudder and came with him.
"Ah, uh, shit, I'm shootin' off!" the man yelled.
Vickie rubbed wildly on his ass. "Me too. I'm rubbin' off on your ass."
"Oh, goody! Goody!" Kristi yipped.
Finally silence came over the scene. Mr. Graves pulled his prick out of Kristi. Vickie rolled off and lay on the ground beside the spent Kristi. The two girls looking beautiful in their cheerleading uniforms, played out after their climax, relaxed, being still for the moment.
Mr. Graves dove down on Vickie's pussy and began sucking her.
"Oh, God. The dirty bastard's eating my pussy!" she whispered.
"Let him gobble you, Vickie," Kristi whispered.
"Oh, yeah, gobble me, teacher. Gobble my cunt!"
Kristi got behind Mr. Graves, whose ass stuck up in the air. He was on his knees, bent over the girl's cunt as he licked and sucked her.
Kristi rubbed her pussy on his ass, then reached around him and clutched his big prick in both hands. She began a piping-hot pump on the man's stalk as she rubbed her pussy all over his ass. This was pleasure, a pleasure she loved, a pleasure she would continue to have as she took more and more babysitting jobs.
"I love babysitting for you, Mr. Graves," she whispered. "But my price has gone up. It's one-hundred dollars a night from now on."
The man muffled his mouth away from little Vickie's pussy for a moment. "Anything! Any price you want to charge, anything!"
Kristi smiled and continued rolling her hips, rubbing her pussy on his ass. Life was so much fun, she thought, so damn much fun!
She backed up, stuck a finger in her pussy, then stuck a finger up Mr. Graves' ass-hole. She began diddling herself into a fabulous climax there in the bushes as Mr. Graves dined on her young girlfriend's pussy.
"Fuck us and suck us like the last time, Mr. Graves," Kristi whispered. "Fuck and suck us at the same time and put that prick in us!"
"That would be a pleasure, girls," the man said. "A true pleasure."
