The Babysitter's Prize
Being a bartender usually means I get to have some fun, flirt with the hot, barely-dressed girls and once in a while, get one of the cocktail waitresses to crawl under the bar and suck me off while I'm mixing drinks. I like my job even though I have to put up with the bullshit once in a while from drunk guys who resent it when I hit on their dates, or from the dumbass boyfriends of the cocktail girls who found out their slut girlfriends polished my rod while a few hundred people watched.
I'm not the most attractive guy in the world, I know. I stand about five-ten and I'm fairly skinny at a hundred and seventy pounds. I have short black hair, acne scars on my cheeks, and pale skin where it isn't covered by tattoos. I've got full sleeves of work on both arms and a pretty extensive back piece I'm always working on that depicts a highly detailed serpent wrapped around a sword. My tats sometimes intimidate other people because they're so prominent.
So why is that I get so much pussy? I'm a freakin' tripod, that's why, and I've got the confidence to match. My dick measures eleven inches long when hard and nearly half as long soft. It's not all that thick, which the girls appreciate since it doesn't make their mouths stretch. All the cocktail waitresses know of my python either through personal experience or rumor, and so do many of the hotties who come to the bar. Plus, I wear tight jeans so that my bulge is pretty obvious. Girls stare at my schlong all the time, and I sure as hell don't mind the attention.
I always keep my relationships casual. It's all about the sex, and most of the time, the girls have no problem with that. Still, once in a while, I get some girl - especially the teenagers who come in with their fake IDs - thinking they're in love with me because I gave them the best fuck of their lives. I've popped a few such girls, which is always fun, but they invariably get starry-eyed and hang around, waiting for me after work. It's always a scene when I turn them down.
Hell, one girl even brought her mother to the bar the night after I popped the little slut's cherry, telling Mom that I was the guy she was gonna spend her life with. I just gave the stupid bitch a look and flashed my wedding band. She cried right there in the club and her mother told me I was a bastard who was going to rot in hell. Like I haven't heard that before.
Yeah, I'm married, and I'm pretty sure my wife Misty knows I fuck around on her. But she'll never say or do anything about it, since I make sixty grand a year take-home and pay for her car and clothes. My wife was a white trash gold digger when we met, and I knew it. That's why she fucked me like a whore until I popped the question.
I married Misty because I wanted someone to keep my house clean and because my mother had been pressuring me into giving her grandchildren. Misty, despite being a trashy bitch, was clean, healthy, and pretty, and she got along great with my mother. She was looking for someone to take her away from an abusive home life. When we met, she was nineteen and I was twenty-six, and she never figured she'd do better than marry a bartender.
Misty and I have a pretty convenient relationship. I treat her right, and buy her what she wants - within reason - and give her an allowance on a debit card. She doesn't have to worry about any bills. In return, she keeps the house neat and tidy and gives me the money she makes waiting tables. It's only about four hundred bucks a week, but for the past five years, I've been putting that money in a private account and investing it through a broker.
I figure, eventually, I'll divorce Misty, sell the house and give her half the equity, let her keep the kids, and take off for Amsterdam. I'll spend the rest of my days living off the dividends of my investments, smoking out, and banging the hell out of hot young European sluts.
But that's still a while away.
Anyway . . . oh, right, the babysitter.
Misty and I have two kids, Nathan (named after me; Nathan is my middle name) and Donna (named after Misty's favorite Baywatch girl). At the time, they were sixteen and three months old, respectively. I gotta admit that the little tykes were pretty cute, even if they sometimes made too much noise and bothered me when I came home from work. They were primarily Misty's responsibility; she was the wife and mother, so it was her duty to change them and bathe them and all that crap.
Still, since my wife worked four nights a week, that meant we had to hire a babysitter now and then. Mom came over a couple nights to watch her grandchildren, usually on Fridays and Saturdays, but on Wednesdays and Thursdays, I shelled out thirty bucks for our babysitter, Amanda.
Now, Amanda was a nice little piece of ass. Voluptuous and sexily compact, with curly, long blonde hair, a cute little dimpled face, hefty 36Cs and matching hips, she was a serious wet dream. She had the kind of full, soft lips that were obviously intended for sucking dick. She stood all of five feet tall and weighed about one-twenty.
Amanda was seventeen when she first started babysitting for us, and that fact was the only thing that kept me from introducing her to Mr. Longandhard. Hey, I'll poke any chick that gets close enough, but I do have my scruples.
Our babysitter was pretty quiet and very demure, which posed another barrier to getting in her pants. Plus, she came from a conservative Christian family and always seemed intimidated around me because of my tats. Or maybe it was because she could somehow tell I wanted to bone her ten ways 'till Tuesday.
Anyway, she always made sure that she was never alone with me. Maybe she was afraid I'd rape her; I don't know. I'm not above forcing a girl now and then to give it up, but only if they're cockteasers. But cute little Amanda wasn't a tease. Hell, I was pretty sure, despite how hot she was, that she was a virgin.
That just made me want to fuck her even more.
Amanda turned eighteen about seven months after she started watching the kids, and being my confident, lecherous self, I figured that it was only a matter of time before I got to find out if she was a true blonde like I suspected. I just had to find a way to get her alone for a couple of hours.
On this particular Wednesday night, I'd gotten into it with a guy named Derek, who came into the bar with the intention of kicking my ass. He had heard that his girlfriend Letty (a hot little Hispanic beauty who cocktailed on the weekends) had showed off her talent for deep throat by taking my snake all the way down, right there in the bar as our patrons cheered, and proved that she was a swallower. Stupid asshole. Does he get mad at his girlfriend for being a cocksucking slut? No, he comes after the guy she blew.
Well, I beat the fuck out of the little shit right there in the bar, and my manager Ross decided to send me home to avoid further trouble. Fine with me. Letty's little punk boyfriend had pissed me off to the point where I didn't feel like being around people. I figured I'd head home, take a shower, change my clothes, and call up one of my girls. I needed to vent my frustrations, and while turning Derek's nose to hamburger had been satisfying, what I really needed was pussy.
And then I pulled up before the house and saw Amanda's car in the driveway. I had been so melancholy that I had forgotten it was Wednesday. I suddenly grinned. It was a little after eight o'clock; Misty wouldn't be home for another two hours at the least, and the kids would be in bed . . . hmm . . . oh, yeah.
I switched off the lights, turned the car into the driveway beside Amanda's and parked quietly. I noticed a crappy little sports car parked along the curb, and music coming from the house. Not real loud, but loud enough that it masked the sound of my car's engine. I narrowed my eyes. I had told Amanda that she was not to have friends over while she was babysitting.
But I wasn't mad. In fact, I realized that here was an opportunity to coerce Amanda into doing what I wanted.
I headed around to the side door beside the garage, instead of going through the front. Carefully, quietly, I unlocked the door, stepped in, closed it behind me. I padded to the door from the garage that opened into the kitchen, and opened it just a crack. The music became a little louder. There was no one in the kitchen.
I paused, listening. I heard some faint kissing sounds coming from the direction of the living room, around the corner from the kitchen doorway some fifteen feet ahead of me. I chuckled softly. Amanda's got a guy over. Now I really had some leverage. I knew from conversations with Misty (Amanda and my wife talked a lot since they were only about five years apart in age) that Amanda's parents were serious Bible-thumpers who expected their little girl to stay chaste and pure until her wedding night.
Well, little Amanda sure as hell won't be pure by the time I'm done with her.
"Wait . . . wait, Joey," I heard Amanda's pleading voice. "Don't go so fast."
I inched to the doorway and slowly peered around. What I saw made me catch my breath. Amanda lay back upon the big couch in the living room, in profile to me. Her little yellow top was off, laying on the couch, her firm, round, braless tits completely exposed. She had soft, lightly-tanned skin, and her tits literally floated on her chest. Her nipples were bright pink and stiff, sticking up toward the ceiling. She had a soft belly, with just a little rise to it.
Between her legs, working her panties down her voluptuous, somewhat muscular thighs, was a boy about her age, shirt off, clad in jeans. He gave her an excited smile as the thick bush of wheat-colored pubes was revealed between her legs.
"Oh, baby," he said in awe, staring at her revealed cunt. I had to envy his view. He tugged her panties all the way off, touched her well-toned thighs. He pushed her legs apart.
"Joey, wait," Amanda said again, sitting up and grabbing his hands. I loved the way her firm C-cups swayed. She gave her boyfriend a pleading look.
Joey tore his eyes from Amanda's pubic thatch and gave her a confused look. "What? What am I doing wrong? I thought you wanted this, babe."
Amanda looked apologetic and confused. "I-I'm just not comfortable," she said. "I mean, th-this is Mr. Dalton's house."
Joey frowned. "Well, you said you didn't wanna do it in the car, and we sure can't do it at your folks' house—"
"I know, I know," she said, then huffed. "I-I just . . . ." she suddenly covered herself up self-consciously, wrapping her arms around her generous tits and crossing her legs. She stared at the floor.
Her boyfriend sighed in frustration and lurched to his feet. I almost laughed when I saw the tent in his jeans. Poor Joey. All worked up and no place to cum.
"Why are you teasing me lie this?" he asked in exasperation. "I mean, we've been dating for, like, two months! And you keep telling me you think you're ready, then you back off, then you think you're ready again, and . . . it's driving me crazy, babe!"
Amanda looked pained. Fuck, was she hot, just sitting there naked with her jeans and panties laying on the floor, wearing nothing but little white ankle socks. My dick was getting hard, snaking down my left pant leg.
"Look, it's not easy for me," she said in a little voice.
"And it's easy for me?" cried Joey.
She snapped her head up. "Shh, Joey! Don't wake the babies up!"
Joey groaned, staring at the ceiling as he tried to control himself. He finally looked back down at her, admiring her body. He forced a smile.
"Okay," he said, trying to sound endearing. "If you don't wanna go all the way, then . . . maybe you could try sucking it again."
Amanda looked pained. She grimaced. "Joey, you know I'm not comfortable doing that," she said.
Joey held back a frustrated sigh. "Why not? I mean, you always lick it a little when you jack me off."
Her shoulders sagged. "Do you have to say it like that?"
He rolled his eyes. He was getting close to wits' end. "Say it like what? Isn't that what you do? Jack me off?" he breathed out, shaking his head, then spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Oh, I'm sorry. You masturbate me. You tenderly stroke my penis. Jesus, Amanda—"
She suddenly glared at him. "Don't take the Lord's name in vain," she said forcefully.
I sneered. Bad move, kid. You're definitely not getting any action tonight.
Joey stared a moment, then forced himself to give a soft, apologetic look. He got down on his knees, touched her bare legs. "Baby, look, I'm sorry," he said. "It's just that you're so beautiful, and so sexy, and . . . and I really love you. I just wanna prove it."
Amanda seemed to melt a little, and she parted her lips, lowered her arms a little. Her pink nipples poked out. "Oh, Joey," she said emotionally. "Do you really?"
Uh-oh, I thought. I shook my head. I can't believe she fell for that. If I don't make a move now, Joey's gonna get my prize. Might not be a bad thing to watch, but I'm not gonna lose my chance to savor this virgin beauty before he does.
He smiled up at her face, reached for her hands. "Baby, I can only tell the truth," he said.
Now I rolled my eyes. Okay, enough's enough.
"Tell me again," I heard her say as I straightened up in the doorway. I took a deep breath, then headed around the corner just as Joey began to respond.
"Amanda, baby, I - holy shit!"
It was actually pretty comical. Joey jumped up, staring at me in sudden fear, stumbling back and falling over the coffee table, He cried out as he fell to the floor. Amanda snapped her head around, seeing me and covering up again, shaking as she reached for her clothes.
"Don't! Move!" I said in a deep, commanding voice, jabbing a finger at her. Amanda froze, her right arm across her breasts, hand cupping her left tit. Her eyes and lips trembled as she stared at me, absolutely mortified at being caught naked in my living room, and with a boy.
"You!" I snapped at Joey as the kid scrambled to his feet. The boy paled, looking like he was terrified for his life. His eyes darted over my tattooed arms. He was clearly intimidated.
"Get your fucking clothes and get out!"
Joey obeyed quickly, and snatched up his shirt and leather jacket from the floor. He gave Amanda a furtive look, then darted for the door. Without a word, he jerked it open and ran out. I caught the door before it could slam shut, and closed it gently. Didn't want to wake the kids, you know.
I turned back to Amanda, saw her beginning to thread her arms through her little tank-top. I frowned. "I didn't say you could move," I said in a threatening tone. "Put that down."
She looked at me, surprised, fearful, intimidated. "M-Mr. Dalton?" she queried.
"Drop it," I said.
Amanda shuddered, let the garment fall to the ground at her feet. She covered her incredible tits, crossing her wrists beneath her chin. Faintly, outside, I heard the sound of a rattling car engine, then the squeal of tires. Joey was gone.
Damn, she is a beauty, I thought, ogling Amanda's beautiful body. So young, so fucking ripe! And apparently, a virgin in every way. My dick pulsed in my tight black jeans. I wondered if buxom little Amanda noticed. But probably not; her eyes were on the floor.
"You know, I trusted you," I said, pacing back and forth. "At first, I wasn't too crazy about the idea of letting a teenager take care of my children. But my wife convinced me. She said you were responsible, and reliable, and I believed her."
I faced her, drinking in Amanda's lovely, voluptuous, golden-toned young body. Even though her legs were crossed, her thick blonde bush could not be obscured. Amanda shuddered silently and she cried softly, tears slowly dripping down her innocent, little-girl face. My cock throbbed. I could have taken her, I could have grabbed her and thrown her legs open and shoved my cock up inside her. But I wanted her to feel desperate and frightened enough give herself willingly to me. Besides, I was enjoying the torture I was putting her through.
"And now I find out that you've been having sex in my house," I said. "My house!"
Amanda snapped her head up. "N-no!" she protested, her eyes wide and full lips trembling. "I swear! W-we didn't! I-I promise!"
"You 'promise?'" I asked, laying it on thick. "Then why the fuck are you naked in my living room?"
Amanda shuddered as she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. I watched her tits bounce as she wept. Damn, but for some reason, she looked even hotter with tears flowing down her soft, full cheeks, dripping off her chin. It reminded me of cum.
Hmm, wonder how she'd react to getting a facial, I thought. I took out my cell-phone, moving slowly and deliberately so Amanda would notice. I calmly began pushing buttons at random.
"Wh-who are you calling?" she asked fearfully.
"Your parents," I said simply. "It's not my place to discipline you. I'm sorry, Amanda. I wanted to trust you."
Amanda's face contorted. "Oh, God, please!" she cried, and jumped up, apparently forgetting her nudity. Her firm, round tits shook as she grabbed my arm. She gave me the most pathetic, pleading expression I had ever witnessed. "Mr. Dalton, please! I-If they find out, th-th-they'll take my car away, a-and my computer, a-a-and they'll never trust me again! . . . oh God, please, Mr. Dalton! Please!"
I gave her a look, even as admired her curvy young body. Damn, but I hadn't seen perfect, natural tits like hers in years, and that soft, thick blonde bush . . . .
"And I'm supposed to trust you now?" I asked. "I'm supposed to believe that you'll never bring your boyfriend over and fuck him on my couch? I hold my children on this couch, Amanda! I sit with my wife and tell her I love her on this couch!" Heh, heh . . . yeah, right . . . .
Amanda blubbered, squeezing my arm. "I promise, Mr. Dalton, I've never had sex on your couch, or anywhere else! I promise!"
I narrowed my eyes. "And how am I supposed to believe you?" I asked, and quickly slipped my hand between her muscular thighs, cupping her dewy little blonde cunt. I forced down a shudder of arousal as I felt her sweet lips and the little button of her clitoris. "Next thing you're gonna tell me is that you're still a virgin."
Amanda's eyes flew open wide as I groped her young snatch. Damn, but she was so hot, her pussy so soft and furry. Her pubes felt more like goose-down then hair. I lightly stroked her fleshy little labia with the tips of my fingers.
Surprisingly, Amanda did not pull back from my hand. Indeed, she seemed to grip my arm more tightly and even pushed her hips against my hand. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Maybe.
She didn't look to my face. "I-I am," she whispered. Her lips swelled and nostrils flared slightly. Her cheeks glowed with rouge.
"Oh, come off it," I said, and jerked my hand away. I casually sucked my finger. Mmm, oh, fuck, she tastes good! So rich and sweet and pure! But I said, "You don't taste like a virgin."
Amanda shuddered. "P-Please, Mr. Dalton," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She looked up to me desperately. "I don't wanna get in trouble with my parents. My Dad . . . He'll beat me, Mr. Dalton. He'll take off his belt, and . . . I won't be able to sit down for a week. Please. Please."
I stared at her. "So am I to believe that you really are a virgin, that you've never had sex in my house?"
She nodded slowly, wiped her eyes. "I promise," she said in a little girl voice.
I kept her gaze. "Prove it," I said.
Amanda stared, her soft blue eyes wide. Her mouth fell open. Damn, I could just imagine that mouth wrapped around my dick, sucking and pulling eagerly . . . .
"P-prove it?" she asked, shocked. "H-how?"
I smiled. I had her. "Sit down," I said. "Sit down and spread your legs."
Amanda blushed deeply, shuddering as she breathed. Her eyes were so wide and bulging I thought they might actually pop out of her head. "M-Mr. Dalton—"
I held up the phone, conveying the implied threat of calling her parents. "If you can prove that you've never had sex, I'll believe you."
Amanda trembled a moment, blinking profusely as she considered my logic. She was so frightened and desperate that she wasn't thinking straight. Mutely, she turned away, went back to the couch, and sat down, her knees together, and settled her hands on either side of her. She closed her eyes, took in a deep breath, and slowly spread her thighs wide apart, slipping her full, firm ass to the edge of the couch.
I stared at her fully-revealed young cunt. Amanda possessed fleshy, plump vulvae that were slightly parted, revealing the bunched-up, bubblegum-colored lips of her pussy and the slender little tube of her clitoris. Her pubic hair surrounded her sweet little sex, thick, soft and bushy. The sight of her fur-coated mound only seemed to accentuate her youth, inexperience, and virginity.
I was getting more turned on by the moment.
I didn't say anything as I stepped before her and slowly lowered myself to my knees. Amanda did not looked at me. Her cheeks glowed red with embarrassment and perhaps even a little arousal. I was hoping she was at least a little turned on.
I set my cell-phone on the couch, and settled my hands on my babysitter's wonderfully spread thighs. I could just smell the aroma of her sweet virgin cunt. Amanda trembled slightly, breathed in sharply, stared at me with her young, innocent eyes.
"If you are a virgin, I'll believe you," I said. "But if you're not . . . I'm calling your parents."
Amanda nodded slowly, her soft, full lips parted. She watched as I slowly slid my hands up her thighs. She whimpered, pursed her lips closed. She shuddered when I touched her pussy and gently pried her vulvae apart, exposing her soft, slightly moist, pink inner lips. Her little clitoris swelled slightly, reacting automatically to being exposed.
Gently, I massaged her young cunt, making Amanda tense and whimper. I loved watching the tendons of her inner thighs stand out as her legs twitched. Slowly, I felt her pussy becoming more and more wet. Her clitoris grew and began to slip out from beneath its hood. Whatever her reservations, Amanda was getting turned on. I tried not to smile.
"Now," I said, and sucked on my middle finger to get it wet. "Don't push, Amanda. Just relax."
"O-okay," she breathed, her body shaking slightly. I watched her firm, full tits shake, just a little, her nipples fiercely engorged. Slowly, I eased my finger inside the girl's tight cunt. Amanda grunted, her head falling back, mouth gaping open.
"Ohh-m-m-mm," she moaned as I pushed deep in her pussy. Her tunnel was so tight and hot, and grew wetter and wetter as I probed her. I relished the softness of her pubes, the pliant feel of her vulvae against my hand as I delved deep. My dick was so hard that it felt uncomfortable in my jeans.
Finally, my searching finger felt the soft, stretchy barrier of Amanda's hymen. I sighed, so incomparably turned on. Thinking Amanda was a virgin was one thing; knowing she was . . . was something else altogether.
"Oh, Amanda," I said, finally voicing my arousal.
The girl grunted, still with her head back, her impressive, round tits rising and falling as she breathed deeply. Her young cunt tightened around my finger, relaxed, tightened again. "Ohhh . . . ." she moaned.
I smiled. She's mine, I thought. And with that realization, I slowly began sliding my finger in and out of her snug, sweet tunnel, which became more and more slick with each stroke. I curled my finger inside her, massaging the roof of her vagina. I found the little spongy bundle of nerves—
"Oh, God!" Amanda cried out, her body suddenly convulsing. "Huh-h-h-hnnn!" She pushed her hips out, almost lifting her incredible ass off the couch, mashing her cunt against my hand. I grinned, chuckling to myself, and placed my other hand on her hairy mound. My thumb graced her clit, massaged it with a circular, rhythmic motion.
"Hahh!" Amanda gasped, bucking slightly, digging her fingers into the couch cushions.
I pumped my finger in and out of Amanda's cunt. Her wetness increased exponentially, to the point where my knuckles smacked wetly against her snatch and her fluid trickled out of her hole, dripping down to her cheeks and over her undoubtedly virgin anus, and making her pubes matted, sticky, and dark. I finger-fucked her faster and faster, and increased the rolling motions of my thumb on her swelling clit.
"Huh! Huh! Huh! Hhhoh-h, Go-o-d-d-d!" Amanda sobbed, her body shaking and trembling. She lifted her ass fully off the couch, shoved hard against my hand. Her pussy clamped down like a vise on my finger as I rubbed her G-spot. Her head fell forward, and Amanda stared at me in amazement and shock, her face and neck flushed deeply, her bright blue eyes wide with astonishment and pleasure.
"Ohmigod! Ohmigod! NNNYYYAAAHHH!!!!" Amanda cried, squeezing her eyes closed as her face contorted with her orgasm. She heaved and bucked, rolling her hips up and down, fucking my hand. She seethed, hissed, panted, gasped as her release coursed through her. I jabbed my finger in and out of her juicy cunt, making sloshing, smacking, wet sounds as her fluid flowed out from her cunt and dripped off her firm cheeks. Her little asshole was shiny by the time Amanda stopped cumming.
I couldn't help myself. The sight of her flowing pussy, the contractions of her cunt . . . oh, fuck, I gotta taste her . . . I pulled my finger from within her, sucked her creamy fluid from it, then lowered my head and attached my mouth to her hairy muff, sucking on her slick pink lips, massaging her shrunken little clit with my tongue. I sucked and smacked and slurped on her sweet virgin pussy. I loved the feel of her soft, wet, wispy pubes against my cheeks and nose.
"AHH!" cried Amanda above me. I looked up to her face as her beautiful, glowing blue eyes flashed open. She gave me an utterly stupefied expression, as if she couldn't believe that a man twelve years her senior, her employer, and a married man to boot, was ardently sucking on her flowing twat. But that did not stop her from grinding her needy teenaged cunt against my mouth.
"Oh, God! Oh-h-h, M-Mr. D-Dalton! HHHUHNNNN!!!"
Amanda exploded again, literally gushing sweet, tangy, rich cum that I eagerly lapped from her juicy hole and swallowed down. I moaned, sucking as much of her fleshy pink lips as I could, driving my tongue deep inside the girl's virgin cunt. I curled my tongue within her tunnel, reaching almost as deeply as my fingers had. I savored the taste of her and drank as much of the teen girl's fluid as I could.
Amanda spasmed, her legs kicking as she lifted them off the ground. She gripped my head, keeping me in place as the waves of her orgasm washed over her. I sucked hungrily on her little clit, swirling my tongue around it, and Amanda tossed her head back and forth, moaning and bucking against me. Long blonde strands of hair streaked across her sweaty face.
I finally slurped my mouth from the girl's snatch, and pressed my hand against her pussy mound to quell her tremors. Amanda shuddered, her body tight and tensed, but she slowly relaxed, lowering her firm round ass to the cushions. She heaved, panted, then suddenly giggled in orgasmic euphoria.
I lifted up, looking down upon Amanda's body as it was so casually and lewdly displayed. Her pussy was saturated, her blonde hair made shades darker and wetly matted with her cum. Her inner thighs and cheeks glistened. Inspired by such a sight, I stripped off my shirt and jeans, stepped out of my work shoes. Naked, I straddled Amanda's curvy young body, my cock as long and hard as it could possibly be. Her firm, round breasts brushed my inner thighs.
My babysitter felt the shifting of weight on either side of her body, and looked up at me with a dazed and satisfied expression. She smiled, breathing in and out through her mouth, and dragged her hands up my thighs, toward my groin. "M-Mr. Dalton," she whispered dreamily, her eyes drifting down my lean torso. "Oh, God . . . Ohhhh . . . oh, holy Mary, Mother of Jesus!"
Amanda stared, astonished, at the long, impressive penis that jutted out toward her face. Her eyes were wide, shocked, aroused. Her mouth gaped in surprise and wonderment. Amanda's fingers curled around the base and first few inches of my throbbing shaft. She was very obviously intimidated by the size of my cock.
I chuckled. I always loved it when girls reacted like that. I slipped my hand behind Amanda's head, tilting it up. "Open your mouth, honey," I directed her.
Amanda said nothing. She was stupefied by my inhumanly long cock. Automatically heeding my request, she parted her moist lips and took my penis in her mouth.
"Uhhmmmpphhh!" she moaned around my cock as she instinctively started sucking me. I sighed at the heat and moist softness of her mouth. I pushed in deep, giving her almost half my length, and felt her gag. Her face contorted and she jerked her head back. I kept my dick in her mouth and thrust with short, shallow plunges. Her lips became wetter and wetter as Amanda sucked on the first penis she had ever tasted.
She stared down at the long tube of flesh that penetrated her mouth. I had no doubt that little Amanda had never seen a dick as long as mine, had never thought that the first cock she would ever suck would be so big. I relished the knowledge that mine was the first dick she had ever tasted.
"Oh, God, Amanda, you're so good at that . . . oh, baby, keep sucking . . . don't stop, honey, don't stop . . . ."
Amanda's eyes flashed up to mine worriedly, but she kept sucking, pulling in her cheeks and massaging my thrusting dick with her lips and tongue. I watched my cock sliding back and forth in her mouth, increasing the pace. Jesus, she looked so hot, so sexy! I watched her face, adoring her hot mouth and cute, little-girl looks as I thrust between her lips. I stroked my cock, squeezing out a steady flow of pre-cum into the girl's mouth. Amanda seemed to like the flavor, for she swallowed now and then. Her blue eyes glowed as she worked her jaw around my shaft, making faint little moans.
Eventually, It was too much for me. I was already so turned on from sucking her pussy, and Amanda's innocence, her girlish beauty, the moist heat of her mouth, her eager compliance and submission to me . . . .
"Amanda!" I gasped, my cock throbbing as I felt my orgasm begin. "Uhn! Oh, God, Amanda, don't stop! Suck it, baby! Here it comes! I'm cumming, baby!"
Amanda whimpered around my dick, obviously apprehensive about letting me shoot my load in her mouth. But she really had no choice. I was effectively pinning her down, straddling her chest, her firm breasts squeezed between my thrusting legs as my cock fucked her hot, young, eager virgin mouth. My dick tingled, massaged by her sucking mouth, and I hovered on the edge, enjoying the sensation of being right there. I pumped my shaft slowly, holding my orgasm back for just a moment . . . I captured the sight of her full pink lips wrapped around my dick as a trickle of sperm oozed onto the girl's tongue.
Finally, I groaned with release, holding Amanda's blonde-haired head as my dick throbbed and jerked and spurted in the girl's mouth. Oh, what ecstasy! The little busty blonde grimaced as my sperm flooded over her tongue, and tried to pull her mouth away. But I held her in place, luxuriating in the delectable sensations as my cock spasmed and gushed thickly between the girl's lips, feeding her my full, creamy load.
Amanda sucked instinctively, rubbing her tongue along the underside of my shaft, making spurt after spurt of salty, sticky cum flow across her tongue. Her mouth became slick and frothy with semen, and thin white rivulets of the fluid dribbled from her mouth, along her cheeks and down her chin. The majority of my sperm, however, was spent down her throat as the girl gulped and swallowed automatically.
Amanda grimaced, her face contorted as her lips fluttered around my cock. She gasped around my penis, gagged as she felt and tasted my thick jism oozing down her throat to her stomach. I chuckled, looking down at my babysitter's sexy face, her lips and cheeks glistening with cum. I squeezed out a few last thick drops of semen into Amanda's mouth, feeling her tongue swabbing the head of my cock. I sighed with pleasure, then finally pulled back.
Amanda looked up to me, blinking, dazed, her lips glossy with semen, her face deeply blushed. She breathed in and out through her mouth, and her eyes darted from my long, dangling cock to my face.
I took her hands, pulled Amanda up to a sitting position as I sat beside her, massaging her back. The buxom little teen coughed, gagged slightly, her pink tongue sticking out a moment. She touched the base of her throat, smacked her lips reflexively. She looked stunned, disoriented.
"Oh, God," she muttered, then licked and sucked her sticky lips. She grimaced as she tasted my cum again. She didn't seem to notice how her chin and cheeks were smeared with sperm.
"You'll get used to it," I said. I leaned out, grabbed my jeans, took out my pack of cigarettes. I almost never smoked in the house, but at the moment, I really did not care. I tucked a smoke between my lips and lit up.
Amanda slowly turned her head toward me, giving me a doe-eyed look. "I-I never d-d-did that before," she said in a soft, shaking little voice. A thick, glistening bubble of cum lingered on her lower lip. A little drop of it fell off her chin to her thighs. Amanda's semen-dripping face contrasted with her apparent innocence. She finally seemed to realize the mess on her face.
I smiled, studying wide blue eyes as Amanda wiped her mouth and chin. "You never gave a blow job?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Or you never swallowed?"
My sweet babysitter's throat rippled. "B-both," she answered. She breathed out, her breath fragrant with cum, and reached for the tissue box on the coffee table. She wiped her hands, then her face again.
I maintained my smile, offered the girl a cigarette. Amanda took it, licked her lips again, then leaned over as I lit her smoke. Amanda inhaled deeply, sighed as she breathed out. She regarded her cigarette a moment, then pulled on it again.
I slipped my arm around my sexy young babysitter, and she leaned against me. I felt her cheek against my chest as she sighed. I figured she assumed our activities were over by the way she seemed so suddenly comfortable with me.
"Mr. Dalton?" Amanda asked after several long moments. We tapped our ashes over a half-full glass of soda, watching as they fizzed away.
"Yes, Amanda?" I asked.
She hesitated a moment. "Um . . . I'm sorry I let my boyfriend come over," she said.
I chuckled. I'm not, I thought. Made my job a whole lot easier. I glanced to the wall clock. It was only a quarter till nine. Plenty of time.
Amanda lifted her head, managed a smile. "I really didn't mind my punishment, Mr. Dalton," she whispered.
I gazed into her eyes, which still seemed so pure and sweet and innocent even though she had just swallowed down my load. I drew off my cigarette, then took hers from her hand and dropped them both in the glass.
"Well, then," I said. My cock twitched at the thought of taking further advantage of the girl. "It really wasn't punishment, was it?"
Amanda's smile faded. She looked nervous again. "I-I just meant—"
"I know what you meant, Amanda," I said, and moved from the couch, turning to face her, my cock hanging before her face. Amanda looked at my dangling penis, still wet from her mouth. She swallowed nervously.
I cupped the girl's face, made her look up at me. "I'm not done with you yet," I said. "Not by a long shot."
Amanda shuddered, frightened once more. She breathed in and out and eyed my cock. As I let go of her face, she leaned forward, obviously thinking I wanted another blow job. I waited until she had tilted my half-hard penis toward her mouth before interrupting her.
"Clean off the coffee table, Amanda," I said.
She stopped, her open mouth poised and ready to suck me again. I felt her warm breath on the head of my dick for a moment before she looked up at me. "Huh?"
I smiled. Maybe Amanda was a sweet, 'nice girl' with a 4.0 GPA in high school, but she was still an inexperienced teenager. "Take everything off the coffee table, put it underneath on the floor."
I stepped aside, and timidly, Amanda did as she was instructed, taking down the glass, the wooden tissue box, the two candles my wife never lit, the coffee table books. She stowed everything under the sturdy, claw-footed table, then looked back to me, her eyes wide, awaiting her next command.
"Lay down on the table, Amanda."
She hesitated only slightly, then got up and gingerly settled her slight weight upon the table. She lay down like a virgin sacrifice upon an altar, which, in a way, she was. I looked her over, admiring the beauty of her body. I touched her soft belly, making her shiver, and smoothed my hands up and down, from her upper thighs to her breasts. Amanda trembled, closing her eyes and breathing out nervously.
"Wh-what are you—" she began.
"Shhh, Amanda," I said, and pulled her body along the surface of the table, until her head hung over the edge. I got on my knees before her upside-down face, my cock getting hard again. I reached down and stroked it slowly. Amanda watched me, and took in a deep breath.
"Just relax, Amanda," I said, and brushed her lips with my dick. "You need to be comfortable for this."
"For what?" she asked, her lips fluttering along the head of my penis.
I smiled. "You'll see," I said, and fed the girl my cock once more. Amanda took me in readily, sucking my dick as it eased into her mouth. I settled my hands on her breasts, massaging them, lightly pinching her stiff nipples. Amanda murmured around my cock, pulling in her cheeks and sucking harder. I kept playing with her nipples, watching how the girl's body responded. Maybe she had full C-cups, but the little blonde's nipples proved to be pretty sensitive as I pulled and tugged and even twisted them.
Amanda trembled in arousal under me, automatically spreading her legs. I ran my hands down her body, threading my fingers through her thick blonde pubes. I massaged her moist cunt, making the girl whimper around my cock. I massaged that sweet virgin snatch, prying her lips open, sliding a finger inside her burning hole.
Amanda gasped, arching her back. Her mouth trembled around my penis. I settled my left hand behind her head as I kept fingering her cunt.
"Take a deep breath, Amanda. Open your throat, baby," I said. "Just like when you drink a lot of soda all at once. Open it up." I steadily pushed my cock deeper in her mouth as I spoke.
Amanda gagged, tried to pull away, but I kept her in place, rubbing her stiff, swollen little clit. She breathed in loudly through her nose, held her breath. I pulled her face closer to my groin, looked down as my long cock sunk slowly in her hot young mouth.
"Don't fight it," I said. "Just let me in . . . that's it, Amanda . . . just let me in your throat . . . ahhh . . . ."
I slowly worked my stiff dick into Amanda's throat, diddling the girl's clit to keep her libido heightened. The tight, rippling, sucking feel of her esophagus was simply incredible. I always loved introducing a girl to deep-throat.
Amanda's body shuddered, and she slapped her hands to my hips. But she didn't try to push me away; it was more like she wanted to brace herself as I invaded her throat. She emitted deep gurgling and wet gulping sounds as I pushed deeper and deeper, watching as my eleven inches slowly disappeared in the teen's mouth.
"Oh, yeah, baby," I moaned, luxuriating in bliss. "That's it! You almost got it all!" I moaned as my dick was finally buried in the girl's mouth and throat. Her neck bulged, and she shook under me. I frigged her clit and fingered her sopping pussy, keeping her occupied. Amanda's thighs twitched.
Oh, fuck did Amanda look hot with my cock buried in her throat! My dark pubes surrounded her mouth, my balls laying across her little nose. My dick pulsed, giving her a squirt of pre-cum that she automatically swallowed. I kept my dick buried in her esophagus for a moment longer, then slowly pulled out.
Amanda coughed and gagged, heaving as she gulped for air. Her swollen eyes dripped tears. "Oh, god!" she sputtered, her lips wet. Gooey tendrils of thick saliva coated my cock, stretching from her open mouth. "M-Mr. Daltummpphhh!"
I pushed back into her mouth, delving into her throat once more. She automatically took in another deep breath through her nose. Amanda's tongue slipped out over her bottom lip, gracing the top of my shaft as I penetrated her deeply again. Her throat opened more readily this time, and I pumped back and forth in her tight oral tube for a few moments before pulling back.
Again and again, I fucked Amanda's tight little throat, pushing my cock all the way in, rolling my hips as I used her mouth like a pussy. I stayed deeper and longer each time, pulling back only long enough to let the girl gasp and pant and gulp for air. Thick spit dripped off my dick and oozed along her upside-down face, stretching to the floor or getting caught in her hair.
She tried to stop me now and then, wanting more time to recover her breath, but I only gave her a few seconds in between deep thrusts. I kept fingering her pussy, and while her legs shook and her clit swelled, she was too centered on the feel of her cock-stuffed throat to allow herself to cum.
Eventually, I settled into a comfortable rhythm, holding and squeezing Amanda's gorgeous tits as I fucked her mouth. I gave her a few short pumps in her mouth, then pushed in deep for a few moments. Amanda clutched and squeezed and dug her short, white-painted nails into my thighs. Jab-jab-thrust! Jab-jab-thrust! Amanda became more and more comfortable with deep-throat and accommodated my long cock with relative ease.
I finally felt that boiling in my balls, and as I groped and squeezed and kneaded the girl's tits, my fingers leaving red marks on her virgin skin, I buried my dick deep in her throat, throwing my head back as I ejaculated. My cock pulsed and pumped a river of sperm that flowed right down Amanda's throat to her stomach. I shook, sighing with pleasure as my cum gushed in waves from my dick. Amanda trembled under me, making humping motions with her hips, and her pussy made a wet sucking sound. I realized she was cumming as, for the second time, Amanda drank my sperm.
I kept pumping into her throat, spending my load, loving the feel of her rippling throat as Amanda automatically swallowed down my semen. She eventually pushed against my hips, needing air, and I slipped back, easing my dick from the girl's mouth as she gasped loudly, panting hard on my cock as she filled her aching lungs. I gave Amanda a few last spurts of cum on her lips and neck, then pushed the head back in her mouth. Amanda murmured around my oozing dick but nevertheless sucked me for the long, sweet moments it took for my cock to soften.
I was euphoric as I eased back, my dick dripping thickly with Amanda's saliva. The girl's face was shiny and dripping with mingled spit and sperm, her hair matted with it. I pushed her down the coffee table so she had some support under her head. Amanda panted deeply, staring at the ceiling. She touched her stomach, smacked her lips.
I heard the faint, tinny riff of 'Play That Funky Music' coming from my jeans, and reached for my cell-phone. I handed Amanda the box of tissues, watched with a satisfied smile as she cleaned her face.
I snapped open my phone. It was my wife. "Hello, honey," I said cheerily.
I heard her laugh. "What's got you in such a good mood?" she asked, then immediately checked herself. "No, wait, don't tell me. I don't wanna know."
"Suit yourself," I said, getting up and moving around to settle between Amanda's spread legs. I admired the teen's virgin cunt, settled my hand upon her fur-covered blonde mound. I gave the girl a look, pressed my finger to my lips, telling her to stay silent. Amanda just closed her eyes as I massaged her pussy.
"Anyway," Misty said in my ear. "Some of us wanna go out for drinks after work. Is that okay?"
I smiled. "Sure," I said. "Stay out as late as you want. The kids are asleep already."
"Where are you?" my wife asked. "Are you home already?"
I smiled, parting Amanda's slick pussy lips and pushing back the hood of her pink clit. Amanda gasped faintly, her brow furrowing as I rubbed her clit. Her thighs tensed. I noticed that Amanda still had a streak of semen on her neck.
"Yeah, it was a slow night at the bar, and Ross asked for volunteers to go home. You know how exhausted I've been lately."
"Yeah, I know, honey," said my wife. "So . . . what are you doing?"
I'm playing with our babysitter's pussy! "Nothing," I said. "Just watching a little TV. I sent, um . . . who's the babysitter?"
"Amanda," said my wife. I could just imagine her rolling her eyes. "Jeez, Rick! She's been watching the kids for, like, half a year and you still don't know her name?"
"Of course I do," I said, slowly pushing my thumb inside Amanda's tight little cunt. The buxom teen whimpered softly, lifting her head and staring down between her legs as I slowly finger-fucked her. "I'm just really tired. Anyway, I sent her home early. Don't worry about Nate and Donna. I've got the baby monitor with me."
"Did you check in on them?" she asked.
"Of course I did," I lied, pulling my hand from Amanda's sopping cunt, grabbing the girl's hip and pulling her down to the edge of the table. Amanda's widespread thighs framed my own as my cock, becoming revived, sought out the heat of her pussy. Amanda just stared with wide eyes as my dick lengthened. "I gave them a kiss and everything."
"Well, I'll nominate you for Father of The Year," said Misty with a hint of sarcasm. "So, it's okay if I go out?"
"Of course it is," I said, stroking my dick and rubbing the head against Amanda's slick lips. The little virgin teen pushed up on her elbows, giving me a furtive, apprehensive look. Yet still, she kept her legs spread. I smiled and winked at her. Amanda gave me a little nervous smile in return.
"So where are you going?" I asked, feeling strangely turned on by talking to my wife as I took advantage of our cute young babysitter. I rubbed my cock against Amanda's slippery pussy, getting it wet, then slowly pushed inside her. She shook her head, trying to tell me to stop, but I ignored her. Amanda's mouth fell open, and her bright blue eyes flashed wide as I steadily penetrated her cunt. She watched as, for the first time in her life, a dick invaded her tunnel. Her body trembled. Jesus Christ, she was so fucking hot, and so unbelievably tight!
"Um . . . Q-Bar, I think," Misty said. "They have drink specials on Wednesdays."
"Yeah, I think so," I said, easing more of my cock inside Amanda's virgin pussy. I felt the spongy wall inside her cunt. I held back a groan of pleasure at feeling the proof of her virginity. Amanda stared down in astonishment as her little pussy was stretched around my dick. I wondered what she was thinking, why she didn't get up and run away. She could easily have cried out, alerting my wife to her presence, but she didn't.
Maybe little Amanda, with her good-girl, conservative Christian upbringing, really wanted to get fucked. Maybe she was as turned on as I was at the thought of getting her cherry popped while I talked on the phone to my wife. She certainly seemed like she was by the way she lifted and spread her legs even wider. I stared at her hairy blonde lips wrapped around my dick.
"So, anyway," Misty continued. "Mom's gonna be there Saturday, right?"
"Far as I know," I said, sliding back and forth inside Amanda's burning, virgin pussy, feeling her wetness lubricate my shaft. The busty little teen watched my movements, staring at the long python invading her cunt, her pouting mouth hanging open. She whimpered slightly, then bit her lip as she tried to stay quiet. "Friday and Saturday, like every week."
"Well, I was thinking," my wife said. "Maybe we could, um . . . you know, go away for the weekend. You're off Sundays and Mondays, so . . . I was thinking, check in to a little bed and breakfast . . . emphasis on the bed . . . ."
I chuckled, pushing against Amanda's barrier once more. "Sounds good," I said, leaning over the teen girl's body. Amanda stared up at me, her blue eyes quivering with apprehension. "Careful, Misty, you're gonna get me turned on."
My wife's voice became softer. "Oh, yeah, baby?" she asked. I heard the clinking of metal, figured Misty was rolling silverware as part of her duties. "You wanna know what I'll do for you this weekend?"
I sighed, feeling Amanda's pussy tightening around my dick. "Tell me," I said, and covered my babysitter's mouth with my hand. Amanda gave me a sudden, fearful look, and shook her head desperately as she realized I was about to take her. "Uhm-uhm!" I faintly heard. "Mo!"
I just smiled upon the girl, telling her, wordlessly, that she really had no choice.
"Well, I think I'll be in the mood for a nice, long blow job," Misty said. I heard feminine giggles in the background. "Real sloppy and wet."
"Oh, yeah?" I asked, moving back and forth inside Amanda's tight little cunt. I watched the girl's wide blue eyes, saw the anxiety there. She really didn't want me to take her, I knew, and that really fucking turned me on.
"Uh-huh," continued Misty. "And then I'm gonna fuck your brains out."
"Oh, baby," I groaned, suddenly shoving deep inside Amanda's hot pussy, ripping through her hymen. Amanda's eyes flew open wide, and she convulsed, whimpering in pain and shock as I took her. She all but screamed as she was deflowered, but her cries were stifled by my hand over her mouth. I felt a burst of thick, hot fluid around my cock. Blood, I realized. Amanda's virginal blood. Oh, fuck!
I heard Misty chuckle, and her voice became almost a whisper. "Are you jacking off, honey?"
"Something like that," I said, fucking Amanda's tight, spicy pussy, feeling her sucking walls caressing my invading cock. The girl squirmed under me, her face contorted with pain and discomfort. She squeezed her eyes closed, and tears dripped from her eyes. I plowed into her seething, rippling pussy, luxuriating in the bliss of taking a virgin.
"Mmm, I like that," whispered Misty sultrily. "Do it, baby, stroke that big fucking cock. But save some for me, 'cause I'm gonna be real horny when I get home. See ya later, baby."
"Oh, yeah!" I moaned, fucking deep inside Amanda's cunt, noting the streaks of blood along my cock when I pulled back. The little teen whimpered against my hand, slapping her hands to my chest and abdomen, impotently trying to push me away. Her face was twisted, her eyes staring pleadingly at me. But I kept fucking her, slapping my hips against her upturned thighs.
The cell-phone was dead in my ear; my wife had hung up, I realized, obviously thinking her words were enough. I slapped it closed, tossed it aside, and took my hand from Amanda's mouth. The girl gasped loudly, and cried out, shuddering as tears streamed down her cheeks.
"Oh, God! Ahhhh!" she wailed, arching her back. Her breasts bounced on her chest as I pounded her tight, seething cunt. Amanda bucked, her mouth hanging open as she gasped and grunted and moaned. Her pussy contracted tightly around the first dick she had ever felt inside her.
"How's that feel, Amanda?" I asked the girl, pumping her hard and sure. "How's it feel to get fucked?"
Amanda only shuddered and sobbed as she gave in to my invading cock. It was too late to resist now; the deed had already been done.
I held the girl's full hips in my hands as I ravaged her, moaning at the heat and snug fit of her pussy. Amanda cried and whimpered and moaned under me, her eyes closed as she endured my thrusts. I was willing to bet she never thought she would lose her virginity like this, taken, essentially against her will, by a man almost twice her age.
Eventually, her tight, sucking cunt proved too much for me, and I fucked her hard and fast, lifting her hips off the table and really giving it to her. Amanda let out a long, staccato cry as my dick mashed against her cervix again and again. I groaned, feeling the rush, and buried my dick deep as I ejaculated in Amanda's hot little womb, filling her pussy with cum.
"Oh, fuck!" I grunted, jabbing into her over and over. The little teen's sweet pussy squeezed my dick, milking me for every drop of sperm I had to give. Even after cumming twice in Amanda's mouth, my orgasm seemed endless. My cock burned and throbbed inside the girl. I stayed inside her for as long as I could stand it.
I finally sagged over the girl, slipping my hands from her firm ass and supporting myself above her. Amanda just stared at me in a daze, heaving. Her expression was one of shocked disbelief. I lowered my head, sucked on one of her thick, pliable nipples. Amanda hissed.
Abruptly, I pushed up, my slick, spent cock slipping from Amanda's flushed and swollen cunt. I padded to the kitchen, leaving the girl gasping on the coffee table. I took a beer from the fridge, popped it open, gulped down half of it. I sighed, then headed back to the living room.
Amanda had not moved. Her hairy, matted pussy oozed with cum and blood. A pinkish puddle formed on the table top under her ass, dripped off the edge to the floor. I chuckled, sat down on the couch, lit another cigarette. Amanda just stared at the ceiling, numb. Her lips worked as she talked to herself.
Finally, the girl sat up, looked down between her legs and touched her deflowered pussy. She stared at the milky puddle under her, then at the sperm oozing down her fingers. Absently, she wiped her hand on her thigh and looked to me, eyes wide and quivering. She didn't know what to think or say. The fact that she was no longer a virgin had not yet hit her.
"You want to take a shower?" I asked her.
Silently, timidly, Amanda nodded.
***
I took Amanda again in the shower, bending her over as I invaded her from behind. Her body dripping with water and soap suds, I fucked her tight cunt mercilessly as the girl moaned against me, bracing her hands against the tiled wall. She came twice as I pumped her young cunt.
I pulled out, and told Amanda to get on her knees. I settled my dick between the girl's breasts and tit-fucked her as Amanda gave me a blank, innocent look. She flinched slightly as my cum splattered her face and chin, but offered no protest as I pushed my dick between her semen-dripping lips. She sucked me until I was soft, dutifully swallowing what little cum oozed onto her tongue. Damn, she looked sexy with cum dripping down her face.
I took her to bed, and Amanda got on her hands and knees as I directed her. I sucked and tongued her slippery little cunt and tight asshole from behind for a while, making her cum, then fucked her again, holding onto her perfect round ass as I slammed her cunt over and over. Amanda whimpered and moaned under me, and we both came at the same time. I took a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped her dripping cunt, then took her downstairs, holding her hand.
She dressed quietly as I watched, and at the door, gave me a long, deep kiss. She finally smiled, brushing her damp hair back.
"I'll expect you on time tomorrow," I said.
Her blue eyes dipped. "Yes, M-Mr. Dalton," she whispered.
I gave her a look. "Call me Rick."
The girl grinned genuinely. "Okay . . . Rick," she whispered. Then she wobbled down to her car. I watched after Amanda as she got behind the wheel and drove away.
***
Misty came home about two hours later, and as she had promised, she was horny and ready for action. I was surprised that, after cumming five times with Amanda, I still had one last load to shoot inside Misty's pussy.
In the morning, my wife made breakfast in bed, feeding me chorizo and eggs, toast, and orange juice. She checked on the kids, brought little Nate and Donna in to see their daddy. Nate babbled on about something he had seen on TV, and Donna giggled. Then Misty got ready for work. She worked double-shifts on Thursdays. She gave me a kiss at the door, wished me a good day.
I called in to work, told Ross I wasn't feeling well. He accepted my excuse, told me the bar would be fine without me . . . but only for a night, he said.
I played with the kids for most of the afternoon, watching as little Nate ran around the back yard while cradling Donna in my arms. I fixed them lunch, then an afternoon snack. Misty called me on her break, and we chatted casually for a while.
Just before four o'clock, Amanda showed up, demure and timid in her tight low-riders and snug-fitting blue top. She gave me a nervous and aroused look as I let her through the door. "Hi, M-Mr. Dalt . . . um, Rick," she said timidly.
"How do you feel?" I asked her.
She blushed. "Um . . . a little sore," she said, flickering her eyes across my face.
"You'll be fine," I said with a smile, and took her to the living room, unbuttoning her blouse. Amanda fidgeted, blushing deeply as I took off her shirt and cupped her firm, warm breasts.
"Wh-where are Nate and Donna?" she asked as I gently eased the girl to her knees and pushed down my sweat pants.
"Taking a little nap," I said, and settled my cock between her pillowy tits. I quickly grew hard, especially when Amanda lowered her face and licked, then sucked, the head of my cock.
I fucked my voluptuous teen lover all night long, taking her any way I desired. After tit-fucking her until I blew my load between her breasts and on her face, I told her to bend over the coffee table. Cum dripping from her face, heavy breasts swaying, I pounded her cunt, making her moan, gasp and wail as she erupted in orgasm over and over. I came inside her, then took her to the bathroom to clean up.
We took a little break, smoking and having a light dinner, remaining naked all through the meal. I found it incredibly erotic as Amanda served me in just her tiny little apron, her naked tits swaying as she moved about. Then we headed back to the living room.
Amanda sucked me off eagerly as I watched TV and smoked a cigarette, keeping my dick in her mouth long after swallowing my cum. Then I got her to straddle me as I lay on the floor, rolling her full ass in reverse-cowgirl until her back-to-back orgasms brought out my fourth load of the night into her voracious young cunt.
We took another break when Nate and Donna needed to be fed, but even as naked Amanda cradled my little girl to her full bosom while nursing her with the bottle, I groped Amanda's tight round ass and kissed her neck and shoulders. My lover just giggled and smiled.
By the time Amanda left that evening, I had given her two loads in her pussy, two down her throat, one all over her fine young ass, and two all over her face and tits. Amanda claimed she liked it when I gave her a facial, and massaged my cream into her skin.
I was glad when Misty came home and said she was too tired for sex. I doubt I could have gotten it up if I tried.
***
Since Amanda lived right down the street, she was a relatively easy resource for me. On afternoons when she was home from school and my wife had to go do some shopping, I would call her up and tell her to come over for an hour or so and send her home dripping and satisfied. She never refused me. Sometimes, I would leave early for work, popping in at her house (her parents worked until five) and popping off in her mouth as she sat on her stuffed animal-littered bed.
It sometimes amazed me how easily Amanda had become my fuck-toy. No matter what I wanted to do with her, or how often, Amanda was always wet and ready and eager. She was definitely the most orgasmic lover I had ever known, and never balked at anything, no matter how kinky.
When I told her I wanted to take her ass, she dutifully opened the jar of lubricant and greased up my pole before pushing her ass down on it with grunts and sighs. She got over her discomfort relatively quickly, and after I ejaculated in her ass, let some of it dribble out on my wife's hand mirror. Then she watched her own reflection as she licked it all up.
When I told her to masturbate in front of me with a lollipop (cherry-flavored, naturally), she did so eagerly until she came, then sucked the pussy-flavored piece of candy as she jacked me off. When I shot my load in her open mouth, she swirled her lollipop in the gooey mess, then stuffed it back up her snatch as she swallowed.
I told her to bring her boyfriend Joey over one night and give him what he wanted, and watched from the hall closet as she sucked and fucked him wantonly, now and then glancing to me with naughty smiles. She sent him on his way once she was done with him, then let me take her ass as her pussy dripped with Joey's cream.
I took hundreds of pictures and digital footage of Amanda posing nude, masturbating, sucking my cock, and drinking cum from a shot glass. She was shy about the idea at first, until I told her I would never share them with anyone. She probably would not have agreed to doing it if I told her I was posting the pics and videos on an adult bulletin board. I got a lot of positive feedback from the twenty thousand or so members.
I fucked her all throughout the summer after she graduated high school, until she moved away to go to college. Amanda had known that our relationship would come to an end eventually, but she still had little tears in her eyes after our final fuck, in my car, as I took her to the airport. I gave her copies of the CDs that contained all her naughty pictures and videos as a going-away gift.
The following week, I surprised my wife with the divorce papers. She was startled and dumbfounded and cried a lot, and my mother was angry with me. Once they got over their shock, however, we agreed to a settlement that gave Misty the car and whatever possessions she wanted, as well as custody of the kids. I agreed to a thousand dollars a month in alimony, then sold the house for a nice profit (enough to cover alimony for three years). I didn't tell her about the hundred and sixty grand in my private account, of course, and Misty's cheap-ass lawyer never found it.
***
A few months later, I happened to be browsing through my favorite adult websites when . . . well, what do you know. There she was, my sexy little babysitter, staring into a camera as a dick filled her mouth. Amanda had evidently decided to use her oral talents to earn a little side money by appearing on a website that featured pretty girls swallowing cum. And the way she took the guy's load in her mouth, showing it to the camera before swallowing, proved she enjoyed what she was doing.
I chuckled, watched the video a few times, recalling those vivid memories of the five months I had spent educating Amanda in the intricacies and variations of fucking. I was glad she had learned well.
I switched off the computer, then got up and headed back to the bedroom in my Amsterdam flat. Dannike and Ilse were still asleep in the bed, naked and wrapped around each other. I chuckled, grinning, my dick getting hard just looking at them.
Hmm, I thought, I should start my own website . . . .
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