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Chapter 4

Brenda Arlen checked her make-up – and the lines in her face – one last time in the hallway mirror. Wrapping her shawl around her shoulders, she looked at Tessie through the mirror, appraising the teenager carefully. "You seem to be… er, filling out some, Tessie. Very nicely, I may add."

"Oh, thank you, Mrs. Arlen," Tessie said, giggling and blushing.

"Don't be shy about it, you'll come to regard your… your figure as an asset one day." Brenda walked over to Tessie and put her arm maternally around the young girl's waist. "Now, are you going to be all right for so long into the night? You've never babysat so late for us."

"Oh, I'll be all right, Mrs. Arlen. I have the number where you are going to be, and Mom's only a few blocks away, and, boy, do I have plenty of homework to do… miserable science teacher."

"Well, I do trust you. You've always been such a perfect sitter." Brenda gave Tessie a gentle hug. "If Neil comes in, tell him I just went to get my purse. I'll only be a sec."

Alone in the large room, Tessie spread her school books across the coffee table and settled down on the sofa with one of the text books. A moment later, Neil Arlen entered the house.

"Hi, she still not down yet? The car's ready."

"Hi. She's getting her purse and'll be right down."

"Studying?"

"Yeah."

"That's good."

Tessie closed the book and placed it on the coffee table, bending over so that her braless breasts swayed forward to dangle invitingly for Neil's benefit. Then she stood up, tugging at the thin-materialed tee-shirt, accenting her breasts and pert nipples even further for him, and she looked at straight into his eyes. Her tongue slowly licking her bottom lip, she smiled an I know what you're thinking! smile.

"Why's studying good, Mr. Arlen?" Tessie tittered girlishly.

Sweat breaking out on his brow, his hands shaking, a twitching inside his briefs, Neil Arlen blanched "Um… 'cause that's how you… learn."

"Learn what?" she teased.

"Learn what you're suppose to learn… in school."

"Oh!" She wrinkled her nose at him, a grin widening on her face, and then looking him straight in the crotch, she added: "There's plenty of things to learn… that you don't have to study for… and they're not taught in school… Mr. Arlen."

"Tessie, I don't know what you're – " Neil was thankfully interrupted by his wife's return.

Clutching her purse, Brenda took Neil's arm and looked at Tessie. "Are you sure you're going to be all right, dear?"

"Please Mrs. Arlen, just have a good time. I promise you that you have nothing to worry about." Then, with innocent, twinkling eyes directed at Neil: "I'm old enough to handle things, really. And, like I said, I have lots of studying to do." Tessie licked her lips, emphasizing the word studying for Neil, who blanched once more, his penis rising to full erection.

Hurriedly he went out to the car, Brenda following him. Once the door was locked behind them and their car pulled out of the driveway, Tessie walked over to her books – and put them away.

On one wall of the living room there was a bookcase, and from the top shelf, Tessie took down a movie projector. She sat it on the coffee table, facing it at one of the cream-colored walls. Then she reached into her satchel and took out the film that she had sneaked from her father's dresser drawer. She had discovered many such reels of film, and some other rather interesting pornographic material there. Tessie wondered if her mother knew about her father's little collection. Probably not.

She opened the small can of film and held the first few frames up to the light. Well, she thought, she hadn't lied to the Arlens. She was going to study tonight. She was going to study fucking. After checking on the Arlens' little boy, tucking him in and kissing him on the forehead, she went into the master bedroom. From the bottom drawer of Brenda's night table, she removed the vibrator that she had found the last time she babysat, and took it with her back to the living room. Another check at the lock on the door, and she shut all the lights, using only the dim hallway light to see by. She threaded the projector and flicked it on.

Tessie removed her jeans as she watched the film, and when she had them off, she lit a cigarette and sat on the couch, her feet up on the coffee table, her thighs spread wide apart. Then she just watched the film, doing nothing more than that and smoking the rest of the cigarette. When the film had run through once, she rewound it and started it again, this time ready to get more into it… ready to masturbate and come all over the Arlen's pretty pale blue sofa.

The film began and Tessie watched as a young girl entered a small room. In the room there was a closet, a chair, and a bed, nothing more. The girl removed her coat and then completely undressed. For a moment, she stood in the center of the room, her hands squeezing her overripe melons, nipping them, lifting them up to her mouth to suck at her own huge, round nipples. Tessie envied the well-endowed girl's ability, and settled for just caressing her own smaller breasts through her tee-shirt.

Tessie grabbed for the vibrator and placed it between her legs, pushing her cuntlips open with it. She held the vibrator there, pressing it into her clitoris, further awakening the girlflesh. When she looked back at the images flashing on the wall, she saw that the girl was in bed now, her legs drawn up and her hands between them, three fingers from each imbedded deep inside her pulpy cunt. The fingers went in and out, in and out, a steady rhythm to her finger – fucking. Watching with wide, unbelieving eyes, Tessie began to swirl her clit with two fingers, her belly heaving in anticipation.

The scene changed and Tessie watched as a man peeked through the opened closet door, his cock out and in his hand. The man had a lecherous look on his face and he licked his lips hungrily as he jerked his long, thick, spongy organ up and down, up and down, up and down. The girl on the bed was climaxing, revealed clearly by the abandoned look on her face, the arching of her body, and the stiffening of her legs. And, obviously, this was all too much for the peeping tom hiding in the closet. He stepped out and showed himself to the orgasming female who immediately opened her legs wide and held her arms out to him. She mouthed the words: "Fuck me, fuck me" at the seedy-looking man who was climbing most willingly between her legs, prick rigid and throbbing, aiming right for her gaping hairless gash.

The doorbell rang.

On the brink of coming, Tessie didn't hear the doorbell. When she finally did, it took a few minutes for her to understand what the sound was. Then she panicked. Jesus, what if it is the Arlens she thought. No, they'd use their key. Becalm she told herself, be calm. Quickly Tessie shut off the film and donned her jeans, wetness staining the denim material. Her cunt-lips squished together as she walked to the door, and she called out, "Who's there?"

"Chris. I live downstairs."

"Oh! Just a minute." Tessie looked around the room, checking to see if there were any telltale signs of her actions, besides the obvious projector which she figured she could somehow explain away. Spotting the vibrator, she called out for him to wait again while she shoved the sex toy into her satchel.

She remembered who Chris was, although she had only seen him once. About six months ago, the Arlens had rented out their basement apartment to him and his pregnant wife.

Without taking the chain lock off, she opened the door a crack and peered out. When she was sure it was he, she opened the chain and let him in.

"Is Brenda or Neil home? I'd like to use the telephone."

"No. They're out. I'm Tessie… babysitting."

"Oh, I need to use the phone, mine's out. Actually, they shut it off yesterday. Please, it's important."

"Listen, go ahead, I'm sure it's all right. Do you know where it is?"

"Yes." Chris went into the small hallway between the kitchen and the living room and used the wall phone that hung there.

Tessie sat on the sofa and watched him, listening to his conversation. He telephoned the hospital and was asking how someone was… and if she had it yet. When he finished the call, he returned to the living room, a disappointed look on his face.

"Thanks," he said to Tessie, barely looking at her. "My wife is in the hospital… having a baby… our first. Seems it's going to be a long time. I stood in the hospital for hours till they finally sent me home."

He looked worried and Tessie felt sorry for him. "That's normal. First babies always take a long time."

"Who told you that?"

"My sister… after her first baby."

"Oh!"

"Want a cup of coffee?"

"Do you mind? I gave the hospital this number and they said they'd call as soon as there was some word. Maybe it will be soon after all."

"No, I don't mind… glad for some company. Turn the TV on, if you want, while I make the coffee."

While Tessie busied herself in the kitchen, Chris sat down on the sofa, eyeing the projector curiously. When Tessie returned, carrying two steaming hot cups of coffee and some cookies on a tray, Chris was still sitting there looking at the projector.

"What are you watching?"

"A history film I borrowed from the school library."

"Oh! He took the coffee and sipped it, realizing he had absolutely nothing to say and wished that he'd gone back to his own apartment.

She stood in front of him, a few feet away, appraising his looks and sipping her coffee. He was good-looking, big muscled, and she judged him to be about six feet tall. His skin was very pale, a slight pink to his complexion, and his hair was a pale baby yellow, combed straight back. Tessie guessed that he was only a few years older than herself and wondered why he married so early. The quiet began to make Tessie edgy, but she didn't know how to start a conversation with him. She wondered how well he knew Brenda and Neil. Were they good friends?

"Do you want to watch TV?" she finally asked in a low, timid voice. "I don't know where the TV Guide is, so I can't tell you what's on."

"It's in the little slot behind the TV."

Tessie looked at him, trying to read something from his expression, but drew a blank. "You seem to know this house well, must be good friends of the Arlens."

"I've known Brenda for a while. Er, she used to take her car to the garage where I work. That's how I found out about the apartment downstairs. I guess we are sort of friends." A trace of a smile on his lips and a momentary glint in his eyes indicated that Brenda and he were probably better friends than he was telling. Then, looking again at the projector, he changed the subject. "Let's watch your history film."

"No!" It was Tessie's turn to give a secret away. She answered him too quickly, too shrilly.

"I'll bet it isn't a history film at all. Is it?"

A tinge of anger in her voice, she answered: "No, dammit, it isn't." And then a little fearful for her fairly steady babysitting job: "Please don't tell the Arlens. It wasn't hurting anything to watch it."

"Watch what?" Chris already figured out what kind of film it was, but he enjoyed teasing Tessie.

"Dammit… a stag movie, you know… dirty, dirty and all that." She walked over to the table, closer to him, and picked up her cigarettes. She lit one and then looked at him, facing whatever it was he was going to say. "So, now what are you going to do? Tell the Arlens or not?"

He smiled broadly. "Not! Let's watch your stag movie… together."

"Together? You're waiting for a call from the hospital… about your wife and…"

"Look, my wife has been pregnant for a long time, and the last few months have been… well, they actually haven't been… sexually. And, if you were watching the film you must've wanted to get off. So, let's do that… together."

"What about the Arlens?"

"Say something and get you fired? No. It'll be nice having a trustworthy babysitter around. I'll probably call you a lot myself now that I'm going to be needing a… sitter."

Tessie shut the lights, crushed out her cigarette in the ashtray, and sat next to Chris on the sofa, very close to him. She flicked the projector on, and the film began where it left off when Tessie had hurriedly shut it.

The seedy-looking man who had been hiding in the closet was now crawling on his hands and knees. He was jerking off with rapid strokes, aiming the oversized piece of flesh at the gaping hairless slit of the girl, and she was begging him to shove it inside her.

Tessie heard Chris grunt when there was a close-up shot of the obviously orgasming quiet. The screen was filled by her giant cunt, the outer lips spread wide open and the fleshy inner lips spasming and fluttering. Each time they opened, you could clearly see the dark inner recesses of female flesh and small drops of wetness slipping downward. When the girl shoved two fingers from each hand into her pussy, pulling the puffy lips even further apart, Tessie felt Chris's hand sliding up her thighs.

Her eyes still on the screen, watching as the man touched the tip of his prick to the outer rim of that beckoning pussy, Tessie began to undress, stripping her shirt off, over her head in one easy movement. Then she opened her jeans, stood up and peeled them off. Putting one hand to her clit, masturbating it, and, the other hand on her breast, massaging one tit roughly, Tessie urged to Chris, "Get undressed. This courtship is over."

Chris, wasting no time, was undressed and crawling all over Tessie within seconds.

Tangling with him, she giggled at his excitement. "Hey, you really are eager. But, I want to watch the film. I want to watch them fuck."

He sat up and put his arm around Tessie's shoulders, pulling her closer to his naked body. His hand directed hers to his cock and they watched the film that way – her hand holding his spongy shaft… stroking it, squeezing it, taunting it, and his hand extending down to tease the top of her breast.

On the screen, the man had his prick buried to the balls inside of the thankful young girl. She had wrapped her legs up around his waist and was humping frantically under him, her legs serving to batter his body into hers. His ass went up and down, up and down, and his balls dangled down obscenely, a sparse growth of hair covering them. In and out, in and out, he pumped. Back and forth, urgently moving against each other, the couple fucked mindlessly.

Chris lay Tessie down on the couch and spread her legs apart. She continued to watch the film as Chris buried his head between her thighs, his tongue darting back and forth across her clitoris, his nose tickling in her silky cant hairs. Tessie moaned softly, watching the cock fucking in and out of the plump girl on the screen, feeling Chris's tongue going in and out of her own slit, driving her into the frenzied throes of orgasm. Tessie came quickly, almost out of necessity, and then started to build towards a second climax.

In the movie, the man continued to fuck the horny feline beneath him, and then the camera switched to show them from a different angle. Now, Tessie watched the couple fucking, looking down the top of the girl's body, seeing where his groin slapped against hers, his short cock hairs brushing across her smooth cuntflesh. Up and down went his body, her belly heaving under him, her tits flopping sloppily, their fat nipples pointing straight up in the air.

"Give me your cock," Tessie whispered to Chris. "In my mouth, give it to me."

Chris positioned himself on top of Tessie, in the traditional sixty-nine pose. Her mouth opened and he slipped his wide cock into it. Her jaws strained as she tried to fit him all in, her lips sliding down the meaty shaft, taking his width slowly in. She felt Chris's tongue drawing erotic wet circles around her pussy and she felt his saliva tickling her shivering flesh. Then he folded his tongue and wedged it up inside her tiny hole, opening it and fucking it, as if his tongue were a tiny prick. She opened her mouth wider, taking a deep breath, and swallowed his prick, tightening her lips around it.

"Ughh!" Chris lifted his head from Tessie's snatch, his eyes going to the film. What he saw made his balls draw up and his shaft redden and tremble inside Tessie's mouth. His pre-coital juices washed over her tongue. "Suck hard!" Chris returned to eating her out, his tongue flitting frenetically inside her pussy. He licked her everywhere; the image of the fucking couple seared into his mind.

Tessie angled her head so that she could watch the last minutes of the film and suck Chris off at the same time. She watched a closeup of the man's prick going in and out of the girl's cunt. Each time his cock sank in, her sloppy lips opened wide around him and swallowed his organ, squeezing it down deep inside of her. When he pulled out the lips opened, her flesh clinging to his thickness, sliding down with his outstrokes.

The porn film couple fucked slowly, then rapidly, then slowly again. Juices flowed copiously from the girl, bathing her cunt, glistening on the maleflesh going in and out of her and trickling down to coat her pillowy asscheeks. The man started to fuck her steadily, faster and faster, his hand guiding his prick in and out of her. She humped her body urgently, her ass lifting both of them from the bed, only to crash down onto it again. Suddenly he stiffened, his cock remaining buried in her while she wrapped her legs tightly around him, her ass denting the mattress, squirming into it. A moment later he pulled his huge cock out, his hand aiming the jumping rod at the girl.

The man was coming, his cock twitching in his hands, his scum jetting out in thick creamy blobs onto the girl's cunt and her belly, and up to splatter her watermelon tits. On the girl's face was a look of pure ecstasy and she scooped up some of his spunk in her hand, then licked it off her fingers, sucking greedily, gulping as much of it down as she could. Then she took the rest of his jism and wiped it onto her belly, shoved some into her cunt, and coated her tits with what was left of it. The film ended and a steady stream of yellow light poured toward the wall.

Tessie and Chris were oblivious to that light and to the constant hum of the emptied projector. They were buried between each other's legs, sucking and licking and swallowing for all they were worth.

"I'm going to come again," Tessie squealed, her legs going high into the air, stiffening from the heat rising within her.

"Mfff," was all Chris could muster. Then he came, filling Tessie's mouth with a full load of male nectar.

She was licking his hardness as if it were a melting ice cream cone, but when she realized that he was coming she stilled her mouth, in order to taste the first salty drops. She tried to savor them on her tongue, but he came a lot, in long steady gushes, puffing out her cheeks, and she had to swallow quickly. His come was warm in her mouth and flowed smoothly down her throat. Tessie sucked, pulling his flesh into her mouth, swallowing and then sucking for more. And she came. She came for as long as he did, her legs now flopping exhaustedly open, her pussy splayed wide for him, her cuntlips wiping across his tongue.

It was moments later, while they were resting side by side, still in the same reversed position, that the telephone's shrill ringing brought them back to reality. It took a few rings before either of them had the strength to make a move, but the fourth ring jarred Chris's memory and he bolted up and darted for the phone.

Chris returned to the living room, grabbed for his clothes and dressed hurriedly. "I'm a father… A girl… ain't that something?"

Tessie started dressing, too. "That's great. Glad to be one of the first to congratulate you."

He finished dressing and looked at Tessie. "Again – sometime?"

"Well, you said you'd be needing a sitter. You can get my number from… Brenda."

They smiled at each other, a silent agreement made between them, and then he left. His wife was waiting.