"That hot sucking sitter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eastwood Nick)

CHAPTER TWO

Greg behaved himself for the next couple of hours, giving Roni time to think. She respected her parents and their views, but she'd begun to think they might be wrong about sex. It just didn't seem so terrible to her.

Greg and Dawn had given each other such a terrific time, and Roni had adored beating off. What was so wrong about that? What was so bad about making herself or somebody else feel great? Roni couldn't understand why her folks were so down on something like that. But one thing she did know – she wanted to experiment with more sex.

She waited, hoping Greg would come on to her again. This time she wouldn't make him stop. She wanted to experience some of the stuff he'd done with Dawn, it looked like so much fun. But he remained a perfect little gentleman through dinner, and then he parked himself in front of the TV set.

Roni was disappointed. As she thought about all the exciting things she'd observed when she spied on Greg and Dawn, her pussy began to get hot and wet and swollen again. She wanted to play with herself, but even more, she wanted Greg to play with her. She wanted to see and touch and explore his cock. But he seemed absorbed in his TV programs.

Roni went into the master bedroom and looked at herself in the full-length mirror. She wondered if maybe she wasn't really so attractive to Greg. She saw right away that there could be some improvements in her appearance. She'd never been interested in attracting boys before, so she'd never bothered to try to look sexy.

She studied herself carefully. She was kind of tall for a girl, slim, and she had small high riding tits. There was nothing she could do about the size of her tits, but she could get rid of her sensible, binding bra. She removed it and watched her tits jiggle enticingly under her T-shirt.

Next Roni removed her reading glasses and put them away in her tote bag. If her plan worked, she wouldn't need them for the rest of the evening. She also untied her ponytail and let her shining dark brown hair hang free. She paraded back and forth before the mirror, letting her tits bounce and wiggling her ass.

That was a lot better. She marched back into the living room and stood between Greg and the television set. He looked annoyed at first, but when he studied Roni's changed appearance, his eyes lit up. They darted up and down her slim shapely body, and she knew he liked what he saw.

"Hey, what'd you do to yourself. Roni?" he asked. "All of a sudden you look great."

"I'm glad you noticed," she said, switching off the TV set and coming to sit beside him on the couch. "Let's see if you can guess what I did."

He studied her again, then grinned. "Well, I can't be sure of everything," he said, "but you're not wearing a bra."

"Correct," Roni grinned, taking his hands and setting them on her tits.

Greg's mouth dropped open.

She pressed his hands firmly against her tits. He had to feel their heat and their throbbing through her thin T-shirt. Her nipples quickly stiffened and poked into his palms. She could feel his hands growing hot. But he was still too stunned to say anything.

Roni couldn't blame him for that. Just a few hours ago he'd tried to cop a feel of her tits, and she'd slapped his face and lectured him. Now she was actually inviting him to play with them. The kid had to be confused. Finally he cleared his throat and spoke to her.

"Uh, Roni, are you coming on to me?" he asked hoarsely.

"You could say that," she answered. "I'd like you to play with my tits."

"But this afternoon you didn't want me to," he answered in bewilderment. "You got real mad."

"Things have changed since then," she said. "Don't ask questions. Let's just have some fun."

She didn't want to explain to him why things had changed. That would involve admitting that she'd spied on him and Dawn while they made love and that she'd masturbated herself to climax while watching. She was still uptight enough not to want to admit those things but her prudery was vanishing fast as Greg began to smile and to play with her tits.

"Okay," he said, "you're the boss. I gotta do what you say while my folks are out, right?"

"Right," Roni breathed. "I knew you'd get the idea fast, Greg."

Greg felt the babysitter's little round tits swelling and throbbing in his hands, her nipples poking out stiff and hot. She seemed very excited. She was flushed in the face and breathing hard, and her eyes were kind of dazed and glassy. She looked a lot like Dawn when he got the neighbor girl horny.

But it was hard to imagine Roni being horny. She'd been sitting for him for several weeks now, and she had always had her nose in some big complicated book. She was very stern – she didn't allow swearing, and she clit him off immediately if he ever started to talk about sex. This afternoon he'd been feeling so horny, he just had to come on to her, but it had been a disaster.

So why the change? Was it real, or was she just setting him up for punishment? Greg decided to find out. He slipped his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her bare tits. She just moaned and closed her eyes, and her tits throbbed even harder against his hands. This girl was genuinely turned on.

"Yes, Greg, don't stop," she panted.

Greg's cock mushroomed into hardness. He didn't know why, but the pretty babysitter was suddenly hot to trot. He decided to stop even wondering and just go with it. He squeezed and molded her hot silky-skinned tits, and he thumbed her nipples into perfect stiffness. Roni just slumped back against the couch and enjoyed it, panting and moaning softly.

"Mmmmmmmm, yes, that feels so exciting," she murmured.

In fact she couldn't believe how exciting it felt to be touched by a boy. Again she wondered why her folks were so dead set against sex. She was creaming right through her jeans as Greg played with her sensitive little tits, and she wanted him to go on touching her, all over her body.

He grew bolder and pushed her T-shirt up over her perfectly firm, swollen tits. He ogled the luscious apple-size globes, then stuck out his tongue and started licking her nipples, just as he'd done earlier to Dawn. Now Roni knew why the little blond had gotten so excited. It was an incredible turn-on to have her tits licked.

Then he started sucking them, and that was the best of all. He sucked her left nipple into the steamy heat of his mouth and she almost flew off the couch. She slumped there, squealing and creaming while he sucked on sensitive swollen nipple and then the other. She wanted the excitement to go on and on.

She grabbed his hand, set it on the fly of her jeans and said hoarsely, "Play with me, Greg. Play with my pussy."

Greg's cock almost ripped its way out of his jeans. He couldn't believe this was his puritanical bookworm babysitter. But he wasn't going to waste any time wondering about the sudden turn of events. He just grabbed the zipper of her jeans and got her pants open.

She was wearing sensible white cotton panties. That was more like the Roni he'd known up to now. He grasped her jeans and panties and tugged them down. She blushed a little as he stripped her but didn't ask him to stop. He stared hungrily at the glossy black triangle of her bush.

Roni spread her legs. She was so horny, so eager to experience the things he'd done to Dawn, that she didn't even blush as she showed her pussy to a boy for the first time. Greg gave a horny growl. Then he slid his hand between her legs and started petting the hot swollen flesh of her gash.

"Ohhhhhh, yesssssss," Roni moaned.

It felt so exciting. She slumped back against the couch and just let him feel her all over. Even his lightest touch gave her a rush of excitement.

She creamed helplessly, soaking his exploring fingers. Suddenly she felt frantic to come.

"Greg," she panted, "could you get me off?"

"Sure," he leered.

He folded back the glossy black fur of her bush and exposed the small hooded lump of her clit, the most sensitive place in her whole pussy. He pressed his index finger on the throbbing button and kept his finger stiff as he began to rub. It felt fantastic. Dawn leaned back and moaned in ecstasy.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, yessss," she cried, "keep doing that."

Even the slightest pressure from Greg's rubbing finger gave her a hot stab of pleasure. The molten fuck cream poured uncontrollably from her cunt, soaking her pussy and gushing down the crack of her ass.

She couldn't bear to make him stop. She had to let him go on rubbing her joy button till she came. Now that she knew what it was like to have an orgasm, she wanted a million of them. She could never get enough of that fantastic sensation that was for sure. She closed her eyes and blotted out everything as Greg's jerking finger brought her closer and closer to the climax she craved.

"Ooooooo just a little more, Greg," she whimpered, "I'm almost there."

"Don't worry, Roni," he panted, "I won't stop till I get you off."

He felt his cock getting ready to explode. He hadn't expected the uptight, stern babysitter to come on to him, not in a million years, and it was just blowing him away to be allowed to play with her pussy and get her off. His fingers were sticky with her uncontrollably gushing cream, and he knew she was very close to coming.

He wanted to throw himself onto her and cram his stiff cock into her, but he knew that would be a stupid move. She hadn't asked for that, and she wasn't ready for it. But if he showed her how much pleasure he could give her with his finger, she might be interested in trying out his cock.

"Unnnnnhhhh, faster now, Greg," she whined.

Greg rubbed his finger fast over her violently throbbing clit, and her pretty face contorted into a lusty grimace, her teeth flashing. She started clawing at the couch and beating her heels on the rug. Thick pearly cream was pouring like a river from her needy cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, shit, I wanta come so bad," she whimpered. "Do it as fast as you can now, Greg."

Greg went into high gear, and a few seconds later Roni felt a violent orgasm radiating out from the root of her clit. It shook her whole body and made her scream with pleasure. Molten come-juice flooded from her cunt. She bucked and writhed so hard that Greg couldn't keep his finger on target.

"Ohhhhhh, God, I'm coming, ohhhhhhh!" she wailed.

It was even better than when she'd gotten herself off while spying. This orgasm wracked her body for almost a full minute. Roni realized as she finally started coming down from it that she was hooked on sex. Now that she knew what terrific fun it could be, she never wanted to give it up.

At last she sighed and opened her eyes. Greg was looking at her with glassy-eyed horniness. She glanced down at his fly and saw that it was enormously tented, just like with Dawn. Eagerly she reached for the zipper of his jeans and tugged it open, then pulled off his pants.

There was his stiff teenage cock, right within reach for the intensely curious babysitter. She grabbed for it. She wrapped her fingers around it and explored it. She found his prick hard, hot and exciting to touch. It throbbed and bucked in her pumping fingers. Greg shivered and moaned.

"Shit, yeah, Roni, jack me off," he begged. He slumped back against the couch, flushed with excitement, and he panted while the babysitter pumped his cock. Roni knew she was a little clumsy at first, but she soon had a good rhythm going as she recalled how Dawn had done it. Greg sure wasn't complaining. He looked totally bussed-out as she ran her hot fingers swiftly and firmly up and down his engorged dick.

"Ahhhh, yeah, just keep doing that," he sighed, "I'm gonna come like crazy."

Roni could hardly wait to see that. She hadn't been very close when Dawn and Greg got it on, and she was dying far a closer view of the action when his cock went off. It was so hot in her fist, and it was throbbing and bucking as if it was about to blow up. Greg closed his eyes tightly and got red in the face.

"Ohhhhh, Jesus," he groaned, "unnnhhhhh."

Roni kept zipping her fist up and down his prick, from the creaming purple head to his coarse-furred balls. His cock still seemed impossibly big to her. She just couldn't understand how a girl could take something like that into her cunt. Still, she was, getting more and more interested in trying.

A lot of the girls in school had kept telling her what fun it was to fuck. Roni had been horrified, of course. He mother had always told her that it was painful and disgusting and was just something a woman had to put up with to please her husband. But if that was true, how come so many girls liked to do it?

There were obviously a lot of things Roni had to learn, but luckily Greg seemed willing to teach her. If only his parents stayed out late enough, she might be able to learn a whole lot about sex. But one step at a time. Right now she just wanted to see how it looked when a guy came.

Just a few seconds later she found out. She pumped Greg's cock faster and faster, getting him aroused to the boiling point. He stiffened for a second, yelped, and then started fucking her fist. That was the only way Roni could describe it. He hammered his throbbing boner up and down between her fingers and started to come.

"Ohhhhh, fuck, shit, awwwwwwww!" he yelled.

Thick gobs of come started to spurt from his cock. Roni realized they were going to make an awful mess, so she clapped her fist over his squirting cock head and caught all the sizzling cream except for the few spurts. Greg was yelling and groaning, obviously having a great time.

Then he slumped back and gave a satisfied sigh. "Hey, thanks, Roni, that was great," he said.

"Uh, you're welcome, Greg," she said. "Now could I ask you a favor?"

"Sure, anything you want," he said.

"Would you get me off again?" Roni asked almost shyly. "I don't know why, but I feel incredibly horny."

"Why, sure," Greg said, his eyes glinting wickedly, "I'll be glad to get you off anytime you want, Roni."

And he meant it. The more he got her off, the more pleasure he gave her, the more likely she was to realize his big dream – going all the way with a girl. He just might be able to lose his damned cherry with the lusty babysitter. But right now she just wanted his finger, and he gave it to her, sliding it into her juicy smoking cunt.

"Ohhhhhh, my gosh," Roni moaned, soaking his finger with red-hot cream.

"You like that?" he leered.

"Oh, Greg, I love it," she gurgled.

She'd never had anything in her cunt before, and she couldn't believe how great it felt. Then he started finger-fucking her, and it felt even greater. He pumped his stiff middle finger hard and fast in her virgin box, and each deep thrust gave her a delicious stab of pleasure. She creamed helplessly, soaking his whole hand.

"Ohhhhh, God, yes," she sobbed, "I love that, Greg, please don't stop."

"Not till you come," he promised.

She closed her eyes and moaned steadily as he worked on her. Greg could feel his lust returning fast, his cock starting to swell again. He couldn't believe how tight her cunt was, gripping his finger like a velvet vise. He wanted his cock in there so badly, he could have yelled.

"Ooooooo, shit, oooooo," Roni squealed, clawing the couch.

She'd gone from prudish to horny in just a few hours, Greg realized, so maybe, if he just had enough time, he could actually get her to fuck tonight. He gave her the best hand-job he was capable of, wanting her to know how good he was. When she came, he'd ask her to try it yet another way – with his prick.

"Unnnhhhh, Greg, unnnhhhh, I'm coming!" Roni suddenly wailed, her slim body rocking and bucking, her come-juices spurting out to soak his hand.

Greg felt her cunt going even tighter around his jerking finger, and he imagined that exciting action around his cock. His prick swelied to total stiffness and began to drool. Roni writhed around the implement of his deeply thrust finger, her climax going on and on. But at last she opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Oh, Greg, that was fantastic," she said gratefully.

"I know how we can have even more fun," he said eagerly. "Let's go to my bedroom and fuck."

Roni thought it aver for a second, then agreed. She was dying to find out all about sex. "Okay, let's go," she said.

But just as they were standing up, they heard his parents' car crunching gravel in the driveway. "Shit!" Greg moaned.

They scrambled into their clothes just in time to look presentable for Mr. and Mrs. Nelson.