Nick Eastwood
Suck show for the sitter

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CHAPTER ONE

Darla Adams sat absorbed in a late-night movie on TV, hoping the film would get a lot naughtier than it already was. It was a French movie, but she wasn't bothering to read the subtitles.

The petite teenager was on the edge of her seat as she watched the movie couple, a young man and woman, taking off their clothes. They started kissing and caressing, and Darla shivered with excitement.

Maybe, finally, she was going to learn all about sex.

The movie couple slipped onto a bed, and the action got even hotter. They were really kissing now, sticking their tongues in each other's mouth, and the guy was playing with the girl's tits. Darla felt her own tits swelling with arousal, her nipples going stiff.

The young man ran his hands lower down the girl's sleek body, but the movie didn't show what he was doing. Darla moaned with impatience. She was dying to know what men and women did in bed. The girl in the movie was whimpering with excitement.

Then the camera started moving lower, and Darla saw that the man was touching the girl between her legs. The pretty teen almost slid out of her chair. If the movie went an like this, she'd soon have the answer to all her questions.

Then Darla leaped up with a startled cry as the front door opened. The couple she was babysitting for, Carol and Tom Carter, walked in the door. Carol took one look at the. TV screen and frowned with disapproval.

"Darla, shame on you," she said. "You know you shouldn't be watching stuff like that."

"Oh, I know, Mrs. Carter, I was just about to change the channel," Darla lied.

"Ah, honey, don't be so hard on her," Tom Carter laughed. "It's just natural curiosity."

But Carol wasn't going to change her mind. "Turn the TV off, Darla," she ordered. "It's time you went to bed anyhow."

"Yes, ma'am," Darla sighed. "I'll see you in the morning."

Darla had an arrangement with the Carters to stay over night at their house whenever she babysat. The Carters went off to their room, and Darla made up a bed on the couch. She wished she could watch the rest of that fascinating movie, but she didn't dare. Carol might come to check on her.

Darla changed into her nightie and crawled under the covers, but she didn't feel a bit sleepy. She just felt a weird kind of restlessness, and her virgin pussy was all swollen, hot and steamy. She could never sleep when she felt like that.

She wondered why she got that hot sticky sensation between her thighs every time she thought about sex or saw a cute guy. If only her mother would tell her these things! But Mom was such a prude and so strict! She insisted that only bad girls were interested in the facts of life.

Well, Darla didn't feel like a bad girl, but she was dying of curiosity.

She wondered if the Carters were going to make love tonight. They were a young, attractive couple, very much in love, and they were always kissing and hugging in front of Darla. Maybe they did a lot more than that in the privacy of their room.

Darla slipped off the couch and padded barefoot down the hall. She knew it was wicked to spy, but she just couldn't resist. She had to get the answers to her questions. She reached the door of the master bedroom, dropped to her knees, and peered through the keyhole.

Tom and Carol were taking off their clothes. Carol was down to her bra and panties, and she was standing at the dresser brushing out her long blonde hair. Tom couldn't take his eyes off her as he stepped out of his pants.

"Did you like the movie, honey?" Carol asked.

"Yeah," Tom leered, "but I like you a lot better."

Wearing only his jockey shorts, he crossed the room and stood behind his wife, reaching around her and cupping her fully packed bra. He grinned at her in the mirror, and Carol grinned back, then shook her head.

"My God, you're a sex fiend," she laughed.

"Any objections?" Tom said.

"Mmmmmmnm, no," Carol purred as he squeezed her tits.

Darla was really glad she'd decided to spy. This scene was as good as the movie she'd been watching. Nobody was going to turn the program off, either. She had a hunch she was finally going to get the sex education she craved.

Now Tom was unhooking Carol's bra and slipping it off. Her tits were big and gorgeous. Darla sighed with envy, wishing her own apple-sized tits looked like that. But maybe she still had some growing to do.

Tom grasped the waistband of Carol's panties and started to inch down the little lacy garment. Carol shivered and sighed. He helped her out of her panties and remained on his knees, kissing and playfully nibbling her cute little ass. Carol giggled and set down her hairbrush.

"I bet I know what you want," she said.

"Yeah, and I want it right now," Tom said hoarsely.

He rose, picked her up, and carried her over to the bed. Darla was ogling the young wife's body, envying her mature curves and her lush golden cunt bush. Carol really was a beautiful woman. No wonder Tom could hardly wait to get her into bed.

But what were they going to do when they got there? That was the big mystery to Darla. Her parents wouldn't tell her anything about sex, and they'd even forbidden her to take the sex education class at school. In fact they wouldn't even let her date.

So Darla wanted to know a million things.

She watched breathlessly as Tom set Carol down on the king-sized bed. Carol reached up and gabbed his shorts and tugged them down. Darla clapped a hand to her mouth, stifling a gasp of surprise.

She'd known men were different from women, but she hadn't known just how some of the older girls at school told her that guys have a thing called a cock. She figured she was looking at one right now.

It was enormous and scary-looking. The thick slab of meat stuck out stiffly from Tom's lower belly. It was bulging with blue veins and dripping cream. He stepped out of his shorts, and Carol wrapped her fingers around his cock and started pumping it, smearing the cream over his meat.

"Mmmmmm, you have such a beautiful prick, honey," she sighed.

So that thing had another name? Darla was storing up every bit of information she could get. In the fall, when she went back for her senior year of high school, her parents were finally going to let her date and she wanted to be ready.

As Carol petted Tom's prick or cock or whatever it was, he got kind of flushed and began to breathe loudly and harshly. He seemed impatient. Finally he just rolled onto the bed, rolling Carol with him, and he ended up half on top of her.

"You're driving me wild, baby," he growled. "If you don't watch it, you're gonna get fucked."

Carol just giggled, but Darla turned red. She'd heard the word fuck before, and she'd seen it written on walls all over town. She knew it was a very naughty word. She just didn't know how exactly what it meant.

Now Tom was saying that he was going to do it to Carol, and she didn't seem upset about it. Just the opposite. She put her arms around his neck and started kissing him, sticking her tongue in his mouth. She arched her body and rubbed her pretty golden cunt bush against his cock.

Darla didn't understand much of what was happening, yet it was making her hotly excited. Her virgin cuntslit was so swollen and hot, it ached. She had a strong urge to touch herself there.

She'd had that urge many times before, but she'd remembered her mother's stern warning never to touch herself between the legs. It was evil and dirty, Mom said. But Darla wondered why she wanted to do it so badly. Her every instinct was urging her to do it.

What the hell, Mom wasn't here watching her. She could get away with it. While she watched the Carters rolling around on the bed kissing and pawing each other, she slipped her hand between her thighs and touched her own pussy for the first time.

"Mmmmmm," she gasped.

It felt great to touch herself there. But she had to be very quiet. No more sighs or gasps, because it would be so humiliating if the Carters heard her and caught her spying.

She ran her fingers over the swollen scalding folds of her cunt gash, finding out where it felt best to be touched. Tom must be doing the same thing to Carol now. He had a hand between her legs, and she was moaning. Darla wished she could see exactly what he was doing.

"Mmmmmni, honey, you're getting me so hot," Carol moaned.

"Yeah, that's the whole idea," Tom chuckled.

His hand moved faster between her thighs, and it was very frustrating to Darla, because she couldn't tell what he was doing. She did some experimenting of her own, touching every inch of the hot engorged flesh between her legs. She soon found the place she liked best – a small lump at the top of her pussy.

It was supersensitive and throbbing, and just her lightest touch there felt fantastic. She rubbed her finger stiffly over the pulsating bud and felt hot stabs of pleasure. She could hardly keep from whimpering and moaning.

"Unnnnhhhh, yes, Tom, play with my cunt!" Carol gasped.

Darla saw that he was rubbing at the top of her pussy, just where Darla was rubbing herself. That thing had a name, too. It was a cunt. She was definitely enlarging her vocabulary tonight. And she was learning how to give herself incredible pleasure.

She kept rubbing her finger over her clit as she watched Tom arousing Carol. Soon the pretty blonde housewife was sobbing with excitement, and Tom's hand was covered with her spurting cream. He drew back, grinning wickedly.

"How'd you like some of this, baby?" he said, wagging his rigid cock at her.

"Oh, God, would I ever," Carol moaned. "Tom, you devil, I'm so horny I could scream." Horny? Darla thought she understood that word, too. It meant the way she and Carol were feeling right now, with their pussies on fire, and their excitement at the boiling point. But what was Tom going to do with his cock? He'd asked Carol if she wanted some of it. Darla didn't understand.

She soon found out. Carol bent and spread her nice long legs, fully exposing the soaked pink flesh of her cuntslit and its pretty fringe of blonde curls. Panting and flushed, Tom knelt between her legs and fisted his massive prick.

"Yes, darling, stick it in me," Carol moaned. Darla went wide-eyed. What did Carol mean by that? Tom pressed the huge purple head of his cock against the mouth of her cunt and started pushing the thing into her. It looked like her delicate pussy lips were going to split.

Darla trembled, waiting for Carol to scream with pain. But it didn't happen. Instead the young blonde moaned with delight, her pretty face twisting into a lusty mask. Thick hot cream spurted from her cunt and ran down her ass crack.

"Ohhhhbh, yesssss!" she wailed, "get into me, Tom, fuck me."

There was that word again. Darla forgot playing with herself. Her whole attention was on the Carters as Tom eased his huge hard cock deeper and deeper into Carol's cunt. To Darla's amazement, it didn't seem to hurt Carol at all. In fact she loved it.

"Give me all of it, honey," she panted. "Mmmmmnim, God, yesssss!"

"Ahhhhh, Jesus!" Tom groaned.

So this was fucking? This was what men and women did in bed? Darla was really surprised. She hadn't expected anything like this. But then she'd never seen a cock before, and she hadn't known what they were used for.

NOW she was finding out. Tom pushed his cock as far as it would go into Carol's cream slick pussy hole. Then he started pistoning it inside her, his ass knotting and jerking. The big blue-veined slab of prickmeat jerked in and out.

"Yeah, fuck it to me, fuck it to meeee!" Carol wailed.

"Ummmmhhhh, baby, your cunt's so hot!" Tom moaned.

Darla couldn't understand why that would feel good to Carol, but it obviously felt great. Carol was clawing the bed and jerking her hips to Tom's movements, taking his fat hard prick as deep as she could get it.

"Oh, darling, I love you to fuck me!" she sobbed.

"You better believe I love fucking you, baby!" Tom panted.

Darla felt her own hot pussy sizzling and throbbing against her hand. She started playing with her clit again, and it felt so damned good. She sawed her finger stiffly over the swollen nub and drenched her fingers with her dripping cream.

Meanwhile Tom was fucking Carol faster and faster. Darla could hear an obscene sucking noise as his thick cock reamed out his wife's pearly cunt juice. She could hear their hot sweaty bodies slapping together. It looked brutal, but they were having so much fun.

Darla was having a pretty good time herself. She was getting her curiosity satisfied at last, and she found it really exciting to spy on the fucking couple. But the most fun thing of all was learning to play with herself.

How come Mom had forbidden her to do this? Darla couldn't see anything wicked or dirty about it. It just felt great, and it was easing that strange ache in her pussy. She rubbed her finger faster and faster over her swollen clit.

"Harder now, honey," Carol moaned, "fuck me as hard as you can, Tom."

Tom snarled with lust and fucked into her so hard that the big bed began to rock and creak. Darla thought the bed was going to collapse. Clearly Tom and Carol didn't care if it did. They were going at each other like rutting animals.

"Unminhhhh, honey, I'm gonna come so good!" Carol sobbed.

There was another new word, come. Darla didn't know what it meant, but she was very close to finding out. She saw Carol's body arch and stiffen, and then a second later the pretty housewife was bucking and screaming.

"Ooooooooh, Tom, you did it to me, I'm cominggggg!" she cried. "Ooooooooh, shit, whaaahhhhh!"

"Take my load, baby, awwwwww!" Tom bellowed.

Darla didn't know what all the excitement was about, but a second later she was in on the secret. She rubbed her finger hard across her clit and started climaxing like crazy. Pleasure ripped through her body as she experienced her very first orgasm.

"Ooooooh, shit, aahhhhhh!" she howled.

She was lucky. Her helpless cries were drowned out by the noises Tom and Carol were making. She rolled around in the hall, her body wracked with pleasure, till she'd drained every last drop of sensation from her spasming cunt.

"Wow!" she breathed, "sensational!"