"Spread wide babysitter" - читать интересную книгу автора (Mills Ray)

CHAPTER THREE

Jondra couldn't get Mr. Clark out of her mind. She had been unable to sleep the night he had fucked her in the shopping center parking lot. She had gone to bed naked and lay there thinking of him for hours, her body hot and feverish with renewed desire.

God, it was so good! she thought. He was so strong and masterful about fucking. The way he squeezed my ass like that, and really ripped it up into me! Just the thought of her fuck gave her the shivers. She could almost feel again the huge stalk of his thick cock fucking up and down in her wet pussy.

"I shouldn't be thinking about him like this," she whispered aloud to herself. "After all, he's married. It's just a one-time thing, that's all."

But her cunt was burning with the need for him to de again what he had done only a couple of hours ago. One fuck hadn't been enough for her. I want more! she thought. I want him to fuck me again. And again, and again! I want to suck him off and feel him spurt into my mouth. I want him to lay me down on my back and really rape me with it.

She tossed and twisted sleeplessly under the sheets, finally flinging them off her squirming body. Her hands ran quickly over her warm skin, touching her sensitive flesh. She squeezed her full, young tits, twisting her pulsing nipples, trying to recall the feel of his lips on them. God, it was all over so fast! she thought. Why couldn't it go on and on? I want you to suck me, Bryce. I want you to suck and suck my aching titties. Ohhnnnnn!

One hand dipped between her thighs, sawing up and down in the runny cleft of her tingling pussy. I want more and more! I want to be fucked! Bryce, please!

"Oh, please, Bryce!" she whimpered. "Mr. Clark! Please fuck me!"

She bit into the pillowcase to muffle her unexpectedly loud screams. Her orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She felt like this orgasm was her real climax, the one she would have had with him if they had only taken more time. The insides of her cunt boiled over with warm spasms of coming.

"Ummmmeeeee!" she squealed into the pillow. "Ungghh! Mmeeeee!"

But when it was over, she felt somehow unsatisfied. She wiped her wet hand on the sheet and stared blankly into the darkness of her room, hoping her mother and father had not heard her muted screams. She felt very depressed at the thought that it might be weeks before the Clarks decided to hire a babysitter again.

In the morning she called Bryce first thing at his office. But he was tied up with business meetings and said he wouldn't be able to see her. Jondra was surprised at how upset she got.

"But I want to see you," she said into the phone. "I need to see you!" I want you to fuck me, she added silently. She hoped that message got into her voice.

"I want to see you too," Bryce said.

"Maybe I could come down and meet you after work. We could go to a motel, like I suggested last night."

"I have a dinner engagement tonight."

"You don't want me, do you?" Jondra pouted. "It was just a one-time thing for you, wasn't it?"

"Definitely not," Bryce said. His voice was so firm that Jondra was relieved. He really did sound like he meant it. "Don't you worry. I'll arrange something."

"Soon?"

"Before next week," he said.

She felt better when she hung up the phone, but the sexual itch was still there, needing to be scratched. She had never felt this way after any of her high school romances and figured that being fucked by a real man like Bryce Clark had finally made her into a woman. Now, she felt the normal demands and desires of a woman. Her young body was vibrant and alive, tingling with warmth and need. God, I can't wait a whole week! she thought.

She decided that what had worked the first time would surely work the second time too. So she posted little cards at all the laundromats and supermarkets in the neighborhood advertising her babysitting services. All these husbands were tired of fucking their wives anyway. They would jump at the chance to get into Jondra's hot little pussy.

For two days she didn't get any calls, but on the third day a Mr. Bill Andrews, who lived over on Hawhorne Street replied to her ad. His wife had been forced to fly back to Illinois due to the death of her mother. He had two small kids who needed care until she got back. It would be three days at the most. Was she available?

Jondra easily got her parents' approval. She would go to Andrews' house in the mornings before he left for work then return when he came home at night.

She was a little apprehensive when she first arrived at his house the next morning. After all, she knew what her real motives were. She couldn't help wondering what he would look like. And if he were good looking and she did want to go through with it, tow would she deal with the problem of the kids? Her heart fluttered a bit as she went up to his door and rang the bell.

Andrews answered the door. He was tall and blond, with broad shoulders and straight, even teeth that showed through his friendly grin. "You must be Jondra," he said.

"That's right," she said, smiling.

Jondra had worn tight-fitting blue jeans and a silk shirt that revealed the shape of her full, out thrusting tits. She knew it was a fairly sexy outfit for a babysitter to be wearing, but she wanted to capture his interest from the very start. And from the look in his eyes, her strategy had succeeded very well. He could hardly keep his eyes inside his head as he opened the door for her to enter. He looked down the soft cleavage between her tits. She could feel his eyes on her round ass as she walked into the living room.

You'd better be careful, Mr. Andrews, Jondra thought, or this might not take as long as even I thought it would.

"Mmmmm," he said nervously. "Well, my name is Bill."

"Hi, Bill," Jondra said brightly.

"The kids are still asleep. You're here early. Why, it's only seven-thirty."

"I didn't want to be late on my first day."

"Well, I won't be leaving for a half hour or so. Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Sure."

She followed him into the kitchen. He poured each of them a cup of coffee.

"What time do they usually wake up?" Jondra asked softly, letting a suggestive hint creep into her voice, watching him to see if he picked it up. After all, she knew she was being pretty forward about what she wanted. Already she could feel the lips of her cunt moistening and the thick rush of hot blood in her body. Bill was very attractive, more desirable than she could have hoped for.

"To tell you the truth, I don't know," Bill grinned nervously. "I'm usually gone before they're up. It's still summer vacation for them, so they get to sleep in. My… wife takes care of it all."

He seemed nervous about bringing up the subject of his absent wife. Jondra knew it was because he fell, guilty for desiring her. When she squirmed slightly in her chair, her tits moved under her silk shirt. She could see Bill's eyes on them, devouring them.

It was a drastic act, but it was all she could think of to do. She clumsily jerked her coffee cup forward, and the hot liquid suddenly spilled all over the front of her shirt.

"Oh! Ouch!" She jumped up, sending the cup crashing to the floor. "Oh, God, it's hot!"

The hot coffee really did burn, and she tore the silk shirt off her body as if she were totally unaware that Andrews was there.

"God, I'm so stupid!"

"Here, let me get you a towel," he said, quickly grabbing a dish towel.

"Oh, I'm so sorry I broke it," Jondra apologized coyly. She could see his eyes devouring her naked tits. The excitement had made her nipples taut and erect.

She took the towel from his extended hand and rubbed the hot coffee off her body, using sensual motions that emphasized the beauty of her naked flesh and her full, upswept, young tits.

"Does it still hurt?" Andrews asked in a choked voice. Jondra looked up at him from beneath her long lashes. "Why, Mr. Andrews, I do believe you're staring at my tits!"

"Oh. Well… I didn't mean to." He even blushed. "I mean…"

"I know what you mean," Jondra said, moving closer to him. "Maybe you'd like to touch them too?" She moved so close that her naked tits were nearly brushing his shirt front. "You can go ahead, I don't mind," she breathed up at him.

Andrews put his hands on her tits. He squeezed her full tits tentatively. Jondra grabbed his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. She kissed him passionately, fucking his mouth with her tongue, pushing her full tits into his hands.

"You like my tits, don't you?" she murmured softly.

"What if my kids wake up?" he asked, kissing her neck and shoulders, twirling her thick nipples in his fingers.

Jondra's body was already on fire. She reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants, feeling his prick swell and pulse. His cock was nice and big she was happy to discover.

"We can go in your room," she whispered.

He pulled her out of the kitchen and down the hallway, into the master bedroom, shutting the door behind them. "We'll have to make it quick," he said.

Jondra was already stripping off her blue jeans. "I don't care," she said. She peeled her panties down her tawny thighs, feeling her own lust rise a notch as she saw his muscular shoulders and arms as he took off his shirt.

She glanced over at the bed and saw that like any man alone, he hadn't made it. The sheets and blankets were all rumpled and messy. Just right for us, she thought. Come here and fuck me, you beautiful stud. She sat on the edge of the mattress, watching him take off his pants. His thick long prick bobbed out and jumped wildly.

"Come over here and let me suck it," she murmured.

"We haven't got time for that," Bill whispered.

Jondra knew he was right. Why am I always getting involved in these speedy fucks when what I want is a long luxurious fucking? Oh, well. At least I'll still be here when he gets home tonight.

Andrews was all over her luscious young body like a crazy man. His hands were everywhere on her warm flesh, caressing her, kneading her body with sharp urgency. She squeezed his long cock in her hand, moaning as his mouth tore at her sensitive nipples.

"Ohhnnnnnn, God, yesssss!" she moaned.

"Jondra," Bill groaned. "You're so lovely."

"Ohhhh, I want you to fuck me. I wanted you to fuck me when I first laid eyes on you," Jondra cooed.

Thank heaven we can at least do it on a bed together, she thought, instead of bouncing around in the front seat of a car. Although that was kind of fun, she recalled. She remembered the way Bryce had really speared up into her with his cock when they got toward the end, grabbing her ass and jamming her cunt down on him. It had been unbelievably exciting.

But now, even though they were rushed, they could at least stretch out beside one another, feeling the length of each other's body. Andrews pressed every inch of Jondra's ripe young body against him. He devoured her firm round tits, tongue lashing her nipples until Jondra was whimpering with abandon.

"Unnn… oh! Unnn… oh, oh, oh!" she panted, squirming around under his exploring hands. "God, it's good! God, it's good! I want it to go on forever!"

"But we have to make it quick, honey."

"I know! Ohhhhnnnn!" she sighed as she felt him squat between her spread thighs and slide his big cock into her. "God, it's heaven!"

He pushed her legs up into the air, hooking his arms behind her knees. Jondra looked up at her feet, kicking the air above his head.

"What are you doing?" she asked, still panting with desire, but curious.

But he didn't answer her. He just began to fuck her like she had never been fucked before. Somehow, having her legs up in the air like that made the penetration of his long cock complete. She had never felt so full of prick before in her life. And the relentless surging power of his cock almost drove her crazy with pleasure.

"Unnngggg!" she grunted as he fucked his huge prick in and out of her streaming, impaled pussy. "God, it's so deep! Ungg! Ohhnnnn, yes!"

Her jackknifed body acted like a spring as the fucking tempo accelerated. The bedsprings jiggled as Andrews fucked his cock into her repeatedly, riding her squirming ass up off the bed. Jondra tried to keep from squealing so as not to waken his kids but it was nearly impossible.

His long, thick cock fucked her completely each time he shoved his prick into her, and now he was fucking her with more and more frenzy.

"Owwwnnn!" she moaned softly. "Unh! Unh!"

"Does it hurt?" he whispered.

"No, don't stop!" she gasped. "Don't stop. Fuck me!" she hissed at him. "Fuck me hard. Nobody's ever fucked me like this."

"Here – bite into the pillow," he said, pulling it over within range of her mouth.

Jondra sank her teeth into the pillow, only then realizing that now he really meant to pour it on. He began ramming his cock into her so fiercely that she could feel her approaching orgasm hurtle toward her like a speeding train.

"Oh God, I'm going to come!" she panted.

"Bite the pillow!" he commanded.

She did, but it made breathing difficult. Her head tossed and her plundered body writhed as his cock hammered in and out of her tight cunt. She pumped and squirmed, gyrating her hips wildly. Oh, God, it's heaven! she thought. It's never been so good! She wiggled her ass and pinched his plunging cock with her cunt-muscles, driving him to further heights of lustful fury. He pierced and stabbed her spasming cunt with his rock-hard cock, bringing sharp tight squeals from deep in Jondra's throat.

"Uneen! Ohn! Unneee!" she squealed into the pillow between her teeth.

Suddenly her whole body erupted in pulsing shivers of sharp, killing pleasure. The climax cleaved her like a knife. She felt hammered in two by it, split into pieces.

"Aaanngghhhiieeeee!" she wailed, her voice muffled by the pillow. "Ohhhnnneeeee! Aanngghhiieee!"

"Ummphh!" Andrews grunted. He fucked his cock into her creaming pussy viciously, again and again.

Jondra could feel his cum spurting into her. "Oh, God!" she sighed. "Oh, God, God!" She clung to him as his throbbing prick spouted thick jets of jism into her clinging cunt. Oh, yesssss! Oh, yes, yesssss!

"Oh, God, yesssss!" she moaned to him, pushing the pillow away from her mouth.

He let her legs fall back to the mattress. Quickly Jondra wrapped them around his hips, still pumping gently with her pelvis. The hard ridge of his still-stiff prick-rubbed along her clit. She knew she could probably have another orgasm if she could get him to stay that way for just two seconds more.

But now that he had fucked her, Andrews remembered where he was. Quickly he got off her pliant young body.

Jondra held her arms out to him. "Come back," she murmured.

"Getup and get dressed," he said, quickly doing so himself. "The kids will be up any minute. We have to be careful."

Jondra pouted but did as he said. But she went over to him and squeezed his limp cock through his pants. "But I can't wait until you get home tonight," she whispered, sticking her tongue into his ear. "I'll have a surprise in store for you."

And she did, too. She got through the day as best she could, puttering around the house while the Andrews' kids played outdoors with neighborhood friends. She did up the dishes in the sink and watched the soaps on TV, trying to put out of her mind the exciting fuck they had had that morning. She didn't want to think about it because everytime she did, it aroused her so much that she wasn't sure she could wait until he got home for more.

Once, thinking of the way he had fucked her so roughly, so demandingly, with her feet kicking helplessly up in midair, she got so excited that she went into the bathroom and locked the door. The kids were playing outside, so she probably didn't need to be so cautious, but better safe than sorry.

She took off her blouse and unzipped her pants, thrusting her hand down inside her panties. Her thoughts had already aroused her so much that her nipples were tight and throbbing and her cunt flowing with fuck juice. Sharp pulses of lust fluttered in her aching pussy as she touched her clit with her fingers. She ran her other hand all over her warm round tits, watching herself in the medicine cabinet mirror. I don't know what's come over me, she thought as she caressed and manipulated her own body, arousing fantastic new pleasures in herself. I never used to be like this. That night with Bryce Clark seems to have really changed me. All I can think of is sex. I just want to do is fuck all the time!

She looked at her firm, uptilting tits in the mirror as her hand squeezed and rolled them. Her nipples were large coral circles, now erect and pointed with sexual excitement. She could see why men liked to suck them so much. She wanted to do it herself and tried to bend her neck down in order to get her lips on one, but the best she could do was stick out her tongue and lick her nipple. Still, the sensation made her go weak in the knees.

"Ohhnnnnnn!" she moaned.

She bunched up one tit at a time in her hand, pushing her tit up to her mouth, swiping her nipple with her wet tongue. At the seine time, she began to fuck herself slowly with the hand in her panties. She inserted two fingers into her greasy cuntlips and began fucking them in and out, rubbing her sensitive clit with the knuckles. Oh, holy shit! she gagged, feeling a quick onrush of hot pleasure.

She bucked her pelvis forward, making swirling fuck motions. With her fingers, she began to pinch her aching nipples at the same time as she licked them. She was hardly aware of how loudly she was panting until she suddenly overheard herself.

"Oh! Unh! Oh, God! Unh!"

She realized as the tension built that she couldn't get good enough wrist action unless bet panties were completely off. Quickly she dropped them down around her ankles. Now she got four whole fingers into her stretched pussy, all buttery and tingling with need. She formed them into a wedge and began fucking her cunt earnestly. It was amazing how the fingers of her own hand could drive her nearly crazy with lust.

She watched in the mirror as her hand plunged in and out of her oozing pussy. Her other hand squeezed the throbbing flesh of her tits sharply.

The sensations were so intense that she could hardly remain standing.

"Umph! Ummm!" she panted, feeling her body near explosion. "God, I'm going to come!" Rapidly her hand plunged in and out of her aching pussy. Suddenly she put her thumb on her clit and rubbed fiercely.

"Anngghhh!" she gasped.

Her swirling hips began to shudder in sharp convulsions. Deep in her cunt, her orgasm welled up, overpowering her. Oh, shit! she thought, biting her lower lip. Her young body trembled with the force of her self-induced climax. God, I can't let them near me! What if his kids are back in the house for a second, or something?

But it was too late. She couldn't stop the rapid motions of her own hand fucking her pussy. Already her cunt was exploding with incredible spasms of hot pleasure.

"Anngghhhhhh! Oh! Ohhhnn. Anngghhhhh!" she gasped and moaned, leaning against the bathroom wall as the shattering pleasure waves poured through her. "Oh! Ohh! Onh!"

Again and again, her wedged fingers fucked up into her slippery cunt bringing fresh new shocks of orgasmic pleasure. She was nothing but a quivering, moaning mass of flesh, barely able to stay her feet, moaning, and panting with lust. She somehow felt that she could keep the orgasms coming forever if she wanted to. All she had to do was lean back against the wall and keep probing her erupting pussy with her finger-wedge.

Through her glazed eyes she could see herself in the bathroom mirror. Her mouth was slack with desire, her face torn with the pleasure of the wild orgasms she had just given herself. You can't go on. You've got to stop, she told her face in the mirror. Somebody could catch you. Maybe one of his kids. You have to control yourself.

Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from her tingling pussy. God, I never knew I could make myself come that much, she thought. She washed her hand off in the basin and pulled her clothes back on. She would have to wait until she got home from work that evening. After what they had done that morning, she knew she wouldn't have to trick him into fucking her again.

But getting through the afternoon while she waited his return was not easy. She thought the day would never end. Then, when he finally did get home, she had to restrain herself in front of his kids. She wanted to throw herself on him as soon as he walked through the door. She wanted to rub her feverish body all over him and beg him to fuck her. God, you can't imagine how I've been aching for you to come back, she wanted to tell him. I want to fuck and fuck. Not quick like we did this morning, but long and slow. I want you to do anything you want to me. Anything.

But she couldn't say any of this to him. Instead she helped him cook dinner and get the kids bathed and to bed. One moment, when the kids were termporarily out of the kitchen, she embraced him, teaching down and squeezing his big cock again through his pants.

"You don't realize how much I've thought of you today," she whispered huskily. She manipulated his prick, feeling his cock swell.

"I haven't exactly been able to forget you either," he whispered back.

"When can we go to bed?"

"Not until the kids are asleep."

"When will that be?"

"Maybe we could give them a sedative," he suggested, smiling. He grabbed her firm ass and ran his hands all over. "Won't your parents worry about you if you're not home before dark?"

"They left town this afternoon for the weekend. They know I can take care of myself." Jondra winked suggestively.

She could feel that his prick was completely stiff now, tall and throbbing with need for her, which made her tingle with anticipation. But before anything could happen, they had to get the kids to bed. So she turned to her tasks with cool determination. Her body was burning to be fucked by him, but she would have to wait.

Finally it was eight o'clock. The kids had been in bed for half an hour. "Do you think they're asleep yet?" Jondra asked him, not bothering to disguise the eagerness of her voice.

"You're the babysitter," he grinned. "Why don't you check?"

Jondra tiptoed down the hallway to the children's rooms and peeped inside. Both of them were sawing logs, deep in sleep. Her blood began to heat up as she walked back down the hallway toward the living room. Her heart began to pound, and she could feel her cunt getting wet with pussy juices.

She went over to Andrews where he was sitting in an easy chair and got down on her knees between his legs. He looked down at her curiously.

"They're fast asleep," she murmured, aching out and slowly unzipping his fly.

"You're sure?" he asked softly, watching her take his cock out of his pants.

"I'm absolutely certain," she said.

She took his limp cock into her warm wet mouth and swirled her tongue all over his prick, sucking gently. His thick tube of cock began to throb and thicken, growing stiff between her lips. God, am I ever going to give you the best blow job of your life, Jondra thought, peppering his erect cock with passionate little kisses.

She took his fat, blood-pumping prick all the way into her mouth until his thick bulbous cockhead nudged the back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly up his throbbing prickstalk until she got to the ridge below the head. She lip-pinched his prick and stroked the velvety head of his cock with her tongue, feeling him wince with pleasure, hearing him groan. She took his prick out of her mouth, holding the shaft with her fingers, and licked and bathed his cock in warm spit.

"Do you like the way I suck you?" she asked cleverly. "Ummm? Do you want me to drink your cum?"

Andrews groaned with pleasure. "Keep it up, baby!" he gasped. "God, you're the best."

His thick red prick twitched and pulsed with urgent need. He was still fully clothed except for his huge blood-thundering cock shooting out of his open fly. And that was just what Jondra wanted. She wanted him to feel like she was raping him. She wanted his prick. She wanted to cradle his cock in her hands and lick and swallow his prick.

His fingers grasped at her neck and shoulders trying to get under her blouse at her tits. But Jondra squirmed away and devoured his stiff cock so eagerly that he could do nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up into her busy mouth.

His wet prick throbbed with hot urgent life in her hands. She stroked his cock from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips over them.

"Mmmmmm, what a lovely big cock you've got," she murmured, licking his prick lovingly.

She slurped and swallowed the clear, warm juice that leaked from the bulbous head of his thumping prick. Wver hand she jerked him off until he was gasping and squirming with pleasure.

"How close are you, baby?" she murmured. She dove on his jumping shaft.

"God, it sure is good," Andrews groaned. "Were'd you learn to do it so good?"

"Mmmm, I guess it just comes naturally," Jondra replied.

His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now. He held her head steady and drove his raging cock up into her throat, making her gag and splutter with delirious dellght. Jondra loved it. He was raping her mouth, but she was the one who was giving him all this fantastic pleasure.

In the giddy flood of her desire to suck off his big, wet, twitching prick, she forgot about everything else her own body flushed with waves of heat. She could feel her cunt blossoming, fuck juice wetting her panties. Her thighs shook and clenched involuntarily. Her sensitive nipples chafed against the cloth of her blouse, and her tits throbbed and ached. God, I want him to fuck me! she thought. God, I want him to fuck me!

She sighed and whimpered and squirmed against his jerking knees and thighs, sucking the head of his rearing prick so fiercely that he cried out.

Oh, Bill! she moaned to herself. Oh, Bill, squirt it into me, feed me with it, feed me! Stick it in me everywhere. Keep it hard, please, please make it stay hard! After you come you have to fuck me, you have to rape me! I can hardly stand waiting for it. You can do anything you want to me, baby. But right now I'm going to pull it out of you. Oh yes, oh yes!

"Are you ready?" she cried. "Have you been saving a big load all day just for me, since this morning? Oh, feed me with it, baby. Feed me!"

She laced her fingers around the pumping red stalk of his prick. His cock grew even stiffer, hard as granite. She felt his prick extend and point, felt his whole body grow painfully taut. The rough strength of his hands shoved her head down. His cock fucked viciously into her throat. Jondra dove on his prick eagerly and gobbled his cock insanely, groaning and sucking with sharp rabid intensity.

"Aaowwnngg! Unngg!" Andrews wailed.

He crammed Jondra's mouth with so much of his jism-bursting cock that she thought he might split her face open. She went crazy with happiness as he exploded into her. She drank the warm rivers of his cum as it poured down her throat and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers. She gently squeezed his balls and sucked the flaring head of his spurting prick, getting cum all over her chin and her cheeks. The hot jets jumped into her mouth again and again. Jondra didn't know a man could come so much. Andrews groaned and thrashed on his back, up-fucking into her throat, trembling and panting as his last ounce of cum came hurtling up to sluice her waiting tongue.

But finally he was empty. His cock went limp in her mouth. Jondra slithered up to his face and pecked him on the cheek. She still had his cum in her mouth and wanted to savor his jism before swallowing. She let him watch her gulp down the last drops.

"I'll bet your wife doesn't give you head that good," she whispered.

"You'd win," he admitted, beginning to umbutton her shirt.

Quickly he had her out of her clothes. His hands were on her naked tits, his fingers digging passionately into her firm flesh. His mouth was on her nipples, devouring them, before Jondra could even believe what was happening. She glanced down and saw that his huge prick was already springing back to life. It was too good to be true.

"Don't you even need a little rest?" she asked. "Not with you, I don't," Andrews said. "I can't get enough of you!"

"Oh, good!" Jondra sighed. "Ohhhnnnnn!" she gasped as he sucked one of her nipples so sharply that she nearly came unglued. "Oh, God, that feels good."

"You ready for more?" he asked.

"God, you can do anything to me, Mr. Andrews," she whispered hotly into his car. "Anything you want."

Andrews led her down the hall to his bedroom, and Jondra didn't get a wink of sleep all night.