Wide-open babysitter - erotic stories, sex tales



There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive and exciting somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights have been infringed upon for long enough, and now is the time for them to "do their own thing". And perhaps it is strictly a biological phenomenon.

This is the story of a young girl who dares to try the unknown. Belinda is a teenage girl trying to find herself, trying to find out what makes her budding body tick, trying to find out what life is really about. Like many young people, she often learns things the hard way.

WIDE-OPEN BABYSITTER is a story about a time that everyone must face, the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening arid confusing time, but one, which holds, lessons, which will remain for a lifetime.



CHAPTER ONE

Belinda Roberts was young.

She was a schoolgirl, of course, and it was just as well that she went to a modern, permissive school that did not have a dress code, because she was in the habit of wearing clothing that emphasized her nubile body. It annoyed her female teachers, but there was nothing they could do about it in this permissive society, except frown at her and -- quite possibly -- feel a bit envious of her youthful and sexy charms. It intrigued her male teachers, who sometimes got hard-ons in class and had to hide behind desks and charts until the condition went away. And it positively delighted her female gym teacher, who was known to have lesbian inclinations.

It also excited the boys in her class, disrupting the learning process to an inordinate degree.

Today she had excelled herself.

She was wearing a cotton tee-shirt that was two sizes too small and left little to the imagination. She wore no bra and the shirt was molded to the thrusting outline of her firm tits and peaked over her stiff nipples. The tee-shirt was tucked into a pair of jeans that had been cut off at an angle high up the thighs. The jeans were as tight as the tee-shirt. They fit her juicy little ass like a coat of paint and, at the crotch, were dragged up into a vee -- as if her cunt was pulling them in by suction. This outfit would have been sexy on anyone -- on a girl built like Belinda, it was stunning.

She was tall for her age and most of her height came from her long, smooth, shapely legs. Those legs seemed to stretch forever from the floor to the tiny pussy cover of her shorts, and when she crossed them it was not impossible to peer up the leghole of those shorts and catch a climpse of crotch. She crossed her legs frequently.

She was slender, but her tits jutted out firmly proudly. They were not awfully large as, tits, but her slim torso they looked larger than they were and her nipples, perfectly outlined in her shirt, were perpetually stiff. Her ass was a teardrop, flowing out from her waist and cutting sharply in to the backs of her thighs and those shorts were cut off so high that the bottom of her asscheeks tended to be seen.

Belinda had blonde hair, which she wore in a tumbled mane, cascading to her shoulders. Her face, framed in that wild golden cascade, was as sexy as her body. She had big, blue eyes that should have looked innocent, but instead looked knowing and sultry beyond her years. Her mouth was wide, the heavy lower lip turned outwards in a pouting Bardot fashion. She could look at a man -- or a lesbian -- in a way that would melt a heart and harden a prick on the spot.

And Belinda was no phony.

She had already fucked three boys.

She hadn't fucked Tommy Harris yet, however, and Tommy had high hopes. He'd felt a few girls up but he had never dipped his wick, and he was hopeful that Belinda would rectify that situation, for he had beard that she was inclined to open her legs.

He waited for her outside school.

Out came Belinda, her hips swinging a lot more than was necessary for propulsion. She had a sort of swaybacked posture, so that she came at a man with her tits pushed out and her loins tucked in and walked away from a man with her ass thrusting back, as if that heart shaped masterpiece were reluctant to leave his company.

Tommy waited by the statue in the middle of the broad walk that led up to the school. The statue was of a local politician of days gone by, but no one, except possibly the history teacher, knew that. Tommy tried to look casual, as if he had just been hanging around. He watched Belinda approach from the corner of his eye.

His cock began to tense.

He didn't know how to approach her.

He wished that he had a cigarette, so that he would appear worldly and that, by offering her a smoke, he would have an excuse to address her.

But such things weren't necessary with Belinda.

She knew how desirable she was and she knew exactly why Tommy was standing there.

Belinda was agreeable.

She didn't have a boyfriend at the moment and Tommy was a good-looking young man who, if the bulge in his jeans was not deceptive, had a big prick.

She walked straight up to him and smiled.

"Oh, hello," he said, just as if he hadn't seen her coming. He stuck his hands in his his pockets, just to get them out of the way. But that action tightened his jeans and threw his crotch into prominence.

"Hi, Tommy," she said.

He was taller than she was. Her gaze slid down his torso and stopped, unabashedly, at his groin.

Tommy's cock got bigger. Oh boy! thought the lusty fellow.

"Want me to carry your books?" he asked.

"Sure."

She handed him the books. He fumbled with them. He wasn't sure if he should hold them down low enough to hide his growing hard-on or not.

They walked off side by side.

The path was wide but Belinda moved close to him, so thr her hip brushed against him with every stride. They made small talk about school. Each time she said something, Belinda turned toward him, twisting from the hips, so that her tits brushed his arm. Tommy began to sweat.

His prick was getting bigger and bigger. Belinda did not live far froth the school and Tommy figured that was just as well -- a mile or two of this and his cock would be so large. That he would have to walk bowlegged, his cum-full balls like a saddle between his thighs and his big prick jutting up.

He had a vision of adorable Belinda riding his loins as if they were a bronco.

They turned onto her street.

Tommy summoned his courage and, not looking at her, said, "Say, I was wondering, Belinda -- if you aren't doing anything tonight, maybe we could go to a movie or something?"

"I'd like that," she said.

His heart leaped. His prick leaped.

But then she said, "But I can't tonight, Tommy. I promised to baby-sit for the Jenkins family."

"Shit," he said.

They were at her house. She turned to face him. He was clutching her books tight to his chest, as if refusing to give them up.

She said, "Want to sit on the porch for awhile?"

"Okay," he gulped.

They went up the walk and up the steps. The porch was enclosed and shaded. She nodded at the swing and took the books from him. She went in the house. Tommy sat down on the swing, letting his breath out slowly. It looked as if he had a pretty good chance with her, he figured. A guy could never be sure, though. You could never really believe all the things that you heard. The guys all liked to boast and brag, about the girls they'd screwed and all, and maybe Belinda didn't really put out. Still, she sure acted like a girl that gave it away. Christ! He hoped she wasn't a cockteaser!

She came back out.

"My parents aren't home yet," she said, giving him a look that could only be described as suggestive.

She sat beside him. The swing shifted under their weight and his cock shifted under the weight of his desire.

"They both work, huh?" he said.

"Naw. Only my dad. But my mom goes out a lot, in the afternoons. I'm not sure but -- well, I think maybe my mom has a boyfriend."

Tommy gulped.

He found it tremendously exciting to hear a girl talk about her mother that way.

She said, "When she comes home, she always has that sort of glow -- like she's just been fucked."

Tommy almost fainted.

Belinda giggled.

He said, "How, how can you talk about your mom like that, Belinda?" and then, before he had even thought about it, he said, "I hear that you fuck."

He bit his tongue.

Christ! He hoped he hadn't offended her!

But Belinda grinned.

"Only with boys I like," she said.

"Oh, wow!"

"But I kind of like you, Tommy," she added.

Tommy felt as if were dreaming.

Belinda frowned then and looked thoughtful.

She said, "The trouble with my mom going out like she does, is I never know what time she's going to come home. So we don't dare fool around here, you know? She'd be mad if she caught me screwing -- even though she does."

Tommy started to speak but his throat was as tight as his cock and the words stuck. He took a deep breath and tried again, croaking hoarsely, "Maybe I could come keep you company while you baby-sit, huh?"

"Maybe. I don't know if the Jenkinses would like that, though. I never baby-sat for them before."

"Well..."

"You want me to phone you if it's okay?"

"Sure," he said.

He imagined himself sitting by the telephone, sweating and steaming, his prick like a bar of steel.

Belinda moved closer. She rested her golden head against his shoulder. Tommy hesitated, then put his arm around her, drawing her even closer.

Her hand was on his thigh, just above the knee.

Tommy was numb with expectation. Only his cock and balls seemed to have any feeling in them and it was a moment before he realized that her hand was there.

He watched, fascinated, as that delicate little hand moved up his taut thigh.

He was hypnotized by that slow, steady progress.

She rubbed almost up to his crotch. She paused. Her hand moved back down towards his knee.

Tommy sat very still.

Belinda giggled impishly and her hand crept back up his leg. He knew that she was teasing him. Maybe she was a cock-teaser, after all. But he sure as hell was not about to make any objections.

Then her hand cupped his crotch. Tommy gasped. "Ohhhh!" Belinda squealed. She squeezed gently.

"It feels big," she said. "Nice and big." Her hand traced up the length of his prick, which was jammed fast in his jeans. It throbbed mightily.

"I always like to know what I might get," she said, glancing up at him, wide eyed, smiling.

"If you do that you're gonna make me shoot in my pants," the horny, boy whimpered.

"Oh? Gee, I wouldn't want to do that, Tommy. Maybe-maybe I ought to take it out, huh?"

"Yeah! Jeez! Take it out, Belinda!"

She paused, as if considering it. If this was what cockteasing was all about, thought Tommy, it wasn't half as bad as it was supposed to be.

Then, brightly, she said, "Okay." Tommy sat there like a statue, only his cock moving. It was fully hard now and shifted in the confines of his tight jeans painfully. It seemed to be trying to tear its way out through the denim.

Belinda was looking very happy and pleased with herself, even a bit smug, for nothing delighted the lewd little nymphette, more than to excite a boy and to see -- and feel -- the physical results of that excitement.

Well, almost nothing. She liked to fuck better.

She wished that they could fuck right now, in fact, but it was true that she didn't know when her mother would be home, that had not been just an excuse, and she didn't want her mother to know that she fucked for fear that it might curtail further fucking. It was that simple. She wouldn't have minded at all if her mother or father knew she was not a virgin as long as they did not try to prevent further screwing. In fact, naughty little girl that she was, she thought that it would be thrilling to tell her father, who was a handsome fellow with a big prick, that she had been fucked three times. Wisely, she figured that it would be thrilling for her father, as well. It would undoubtedly cause that big, fatherly cock to get nice and hard.

Belinda knew her father had a gigantic cock because she peeked at him whenever she could, when he was changing his clothing or taking a shower and, on one memorable occasion, while he had been fucking her mother.

Belinda often thought about her father's cock when she was finger-fucking herseif.

She looked forward to finding a boyfriend who had a cock as big as her father's.

In fact, she wouldn't have minded fucking her father, truth be known, and fantasized about it frequently.

But now she was with Tommy Harris and if his prick didn't feel parentally large, it felt plenty big enough.

She began to play with the clasp of his zipper.

She drew it down a few inches, then pulled it back up an inch or so, alternating the opening and closing movement but going down a bit lower than she went back up each time. She was teasing him now, but she was not a cockteaser by any stretch of the imagination.

She had decided to give Tommy a handjob.

Belinda was not selfish.

When she gave a boy a hard-on, she figured that the boy deserved an orgasm, even if she did not have one, herself. She liked to make boys come.

She wondered if she should blow him.

In fact, Belinda had never really given a boy a blow job. She had taken a cock into her mouth once and it had been so wonderful that she just knew it would be a joy to suck on a cock until it creamed and to swallow all that lovely stuff. But that time she had made the boy so hot and herself so horny that she had only sucked on his prick for a minute before they wound up fucking in a frenzy.

That was the closest she had come to it.

She had often thought about sucking her father's cock, the naughty girl, and she planned to suck some lucky boy off in the near future.

But she wasn't sure if it would be proper to give a boy a blow job on a first date.

And this wasn't even a date, now.

Sadly, she decided that Tommy would have to settle for a handjob now, until they got to know each other better -- like, say, later that evening?

She pulled his zipper all the way down. His cock was still jammed outside his fly. Belinda slipped her hand in the opening. She ran her fingertips up and down his iron-hard shaft and dipped down to cup his balls.

Tommy began to pant and moan. His hand on her shoulder tightened spasmodically. His eyes rolled wildly from side to side and he clenched his teeth so hard that the long muscles in his jaw began to ache -- but not nearly as much as his long cock muscle was aching.

Belinda folded her fist around his shaft and gently pulled his prick out.

It stuck out of his fly, straining and flaring. It was a big cock. Belinda thought it was the biggest she had seen, except for her father's. The shaft was long and thick and the knob was a mushroomed-shaped hunk of purple meat the vein that pulsed up the underside of the stalk was thick and dark.

It looked tasty, she thought.

She wanted to have a look at his balls, as well.

Belinda was fond of balls, knowing that they held all that thick jism. That felt so nice when it squirted into her steaming pussy and looked so intriguing when she pumped it out by hand and would, she felt sure, taste so delicious when she finally got around to drinking some of the precious stuff.

Removing her hand from his cock, she fumbled with his belt buckle. Tommy was squirming about now and her fingers slipped a few times but then she got his belt open and snapped the band of his jeans.

His jeans fell wide open in a wedge.

His cock and balls were fully exposed.

Belinda gazed at that big prick, not touching him now, enjoying the sight and the expectation. Even untouched, his cock thundered and throbbed, basking in the heat of her gaze. Tommy closed his eyes. The eye in his cockhead flared open. Belinda could see a glint of silvery fluid lurking in that parted cleft.

She bent down. Not touching him with her hands, she lightly kissed the tip of his prick. Tommy groaned in wondrous incredulity.

But then she raised up again, after that single, fleeting kiss, her lips pursed.

"Don't think I'm going to blow you," she cautioned the horny youth.

Then, grinning, she added, "At least, not until later."

She made a kissing motion with her mouth.

Tommy almost passed out. Although he'd had every hope that he might be able to screw her, he had never even dreamed that she would suck his cock. He had the idea that only whores did a thing like that. Now the expectation caused his cock to swell bigger and harder and hotter than it had ever been before.

Belinda said, "Gee, you have a nice cock, Tommy. And it's so hard. I made it that way, huh?"

He nodded, dimly perceiving that it pleased the lewdlet to know she was responsible for his condition.

"Want me to jerk you off?" she asked.

"Oh, jeez -- yeah!"

"I don't mind," she giggled. "I like to jerk boys off. It's fun to watch a prick shoot that stuff out."

"Belinda -- do it!" he gasped, afraid that his cock might go off by itself, unjerked.

Belinda was an old hand at handjobs. She had been jacking boys off for years before she had her first fuck.

She moved away from Tommy and leaned over his lap. Her left hand cupped his balls, tenderly, feeling his full nuts shift around the inside the hairy sac. She could tell that he had a huge load in there and she was eager to empty it.

She folded her right hand around the base of his shaft, the heel of her hand tight against his belly.

She skimmed up and down lightly at first, just brushing over the tormented flesh of his rod.

The cleft flared wide and a drop of fluid oozed out and ran sluggishly down the head.

Belinda tightened her grip on his stalk. She moved her fist up and down at the root, frigging him through only an inch or two at the base, with the rest of his long prick looming up from between her thumb and forefinger. She preferred to do it that way so that there was plenty of cock to be seen outside her fist. She moved slowly and steadily, eager to see his cum spurt out, but not in any great hurry, for she enjoyed doing it. The weight and the heat of a prick in her hand thrilled her. She leaned over him, her face close, watching in fascination.

Tommy threw his head back, groaning.

A few girls had fumbled with his cock in the past and he had come in his pants twice while they did it, but this was the first time he had had a real handjob with his cock bare and the end product a foregone conclusion.

If a hand was this good, what would a cunt be like? Or a mouth? he thought in wonder.

The thrill was building rapidly.

He tried to delay it, to prolong the exquisite sensation of her nimble hand.

But then he had a horrible thought.

Suppose her mother came home before he came?

He could just imagine himself frantically stuffing his hard-on into his jeans, a painful process, and running off at full tilt to get home and finish the job by himself.

He stopped trying to delay.

He extended his legs along the floor and pushed his loins upwards, fucking through her fist. His face was contorted by passion, his chest heaving with his labored breath. The swing moved gently to the rhythm of the handjob, as if joining in the act, swinging his cock through her caressing hand.

"Ummm," Belinda sighed. "Come, Tommy. I want to watch you come..."

He howled.

She felt his balls explode in her left hand.

Her right hand pushed down to the very hilt of his cock and as his jism rushed up the stalk she felt the passage through her fist.

She stared at his cockhead.

His spunk came out hard, under tremendous pressure, the great quicksilver wad rising in a creamy tower that splattered all over her fist and forearm and his throbbing balls.

Belinda gasped and pumped again.

A second great gout towered up, as thick and as abundant as the first.

The eager girl kept pumping, never missing a stroke as she milked out a third and yet a fourth mighty wad from the boy's thundering prick.

Tommy slumped, stunned.

Belinda kept pumping until she was positive that she had pulled every drop from his balls and that not a drop remained in his cockhead.

Then she released him and sat back, smiling, Tommy didn't know what to say. He said, "Thanks."

It sounded pretty feeble to him, but Belinda nodded and smiled and said, "That's okay. I like to do it."

She was looking down at her hand, which glistened with a film of jism.

"You sure come a lot," she said. "I'll bet you can really fill a girl's cunt up, huh?"

"I-I never had a fuck," he confessed. She widened her eyes.

"You mean -- I'll be the first?" she asked. "I sure hope so," he gasped.

"Have you ever had a blow job?" He shook his head.

"Oh, I guess we're gonna have lots of fun together, Tommy," she told him.

Tommy felt as if he'd gone to heaven.

"I'll phone you tonight," said the lewd little girl.

She gave him a promiscuous look.

"Don't jerk yourself off or nothing, okay? Save another big load up for me, Tommy."

"I sure will," Tommy croaked.

His cock, despite that enormous climax, was still standing rampant, for he was a potent young man who often had to jerk off three times in a row before his lust was satiated. Belinda, noticing that, was pleased. It was going to make baby-sitting a lot less boring than television did.

She was contemplating jerking him off again. But then her mother's car pulled into the driveway.

"Quick! Put it away," she squealed. Tommy grabbed his dick and bent it, grimacing. He stuffed it into his jeans and frantically zippered his fly up.

Belinda was staring at her hand, which was coated with congealing jism. She looked puzzled at first but then she started to grin.

"You want my handkerchief?" Tommy asked, reaching towards his back pocket.

"No, that's okay," she said.

And the naughty girl brought her hand up to her mouth and licked his cum up, watching Tommy as she did so.

She licked up every drop of evidence. "Ummm," she said. "It's yummy." Tommy sure hoped that she would phone...

CHAPTER TWO

Tommy had to pass Belinda's mother as he went down the front walk and he gave the woman a wide berth, averting his eyes and blushing and walking in an awkward manner in order to conceal the softening but still evident hard-on. He could not look her in the eye, not after what her daughter had just done for him. Jamming his hands in his pockets, he wobbled off down the street, glancing back over his shoulder in a furtive fashion, as if fearing that the backward glance might turn his dong into a pillar of salt.

Belinda's mother went up the steps to the porch.

Belinda had just finished licking her fingers and had a dreamy expression on her face.

"Who was that, dear?" her mother asked. "Oh, just a boy from school. He gave me a hand with my school books," said Belinda. Not to mention the hand I gave him, she thought.

She saw that her mother had that contented, well-fucked look on her face again and it made the girl bold.

"And he gave me some nice cream on a stick," she added, smiling mysteriously.

Naturally, her mother thought she had said ice cream, and said, "That was nice of him."

"Where have you been, Mom?" the girl asked.

Her mother was momentarily flustered. "Shopping, dear," she said.

"I don't see any packages."

"Err -- window shopping."

"Oh," said Belinda, who was more certain than ever that her mother was getting some prick on the side.

It excited the naughty nymphette. Although she loved her father, she was an amoral sort of girl and saw nothing wicked about her mother getting all the cock she wanted to. She knew that when she grew up and got married she would do the same. But she enjoyed visualizing the details of her mother's afternoon fucks -- all sordid, juicy, graphic details, right down to the last drop of jism and the last spasm of orgasm. She wondered if her mother had one steady lover or if she screwed different men every day? Or even, most exciting, three or four men every day in some sort of cluster fuck? She knew that her mother was a wild fuck because she had spied on her parents that one time and watched the woman thrash and writhe and squirm as the big meat was slapped to her. Belinda had been looking through the partially open door of their bedroom, having come home earlier than she was expected and, hearing the bed squeaking, tiptoeing upstairs in hopes of seeing just what she did see. From that viewpoint, she had been, able to watch at just the right angle to see her father's fat cock vanish and appear, vanish and appear, right up her mother's hairy, pink-lipped pussy. The thick stalk came out slathered with cunt juice and banged in to the hilt, so that his big balls swung against her ass, making a dull, whacking sound as they banged her mobile, untilted bottom. Her mother had her legs wrapped around his haunches and was clawing at his back and he had his hands cupped under her ass. It had been a dynamic-looking fuck and had intrigued Belinda no end.

She had been fascinated by her father's gigantic prick and swollen balls.

And she had even been thrilled by her mother's pussy, in an erotic fashion. Although she saw plenty of naked girls in the showers after gym class, she had never before saw a cunt in an aroused, creamy condition -- except for her own cunt, of course, when she masturbated in front of the mirror.

It had looked -- tasty.

At first, Belinda had wondered why the sight of a cunt should be so intriguing. She was certainly a heterosexual girl. But she had heard rumors about the gym teacher -- and several times caught that athletic woman gazing wistfully at her body in the locker room -- and she guessed that it must be normal for a girl to be interested in cunts.

Perhaps event to want to play with them.

Once she had decided that, and got over a mild, initial wonderment at the idea, Belinda had sometimes thought about cunt, instead of prick, when she finger-fucked herself.

It was very erotic, very stimulating.

She didn't suppose that she would ever go to bed with another girl and she considered it a perversion -- but it was all the more interesting and exciting simply because it was depraved and wicked and perverted.

After that, she made a point of flaunting her naked body in front of the gym teacher. Whenever she saw that woman looking at her, she found some reason to open her legs and lift a knee so that her pussy was in plain sight.

And she sometimes considered which of her girlfriends might be mast likely to want to fool around with her -- and which of them she would like to go to bed with. It one of them had ever suggested doing it, Belinda would have welcomed the experience, but she felt a bit shy about suggesting it, herself, for fear that the other girl might be scandalized. Someday, maybe, she would invite one of her sexier girlfriends to stay the night with her. Once they were in the same bed together it might be quite natural that they snuggle up together and maybe kiss affectionately, and maybe one thing would lead to another. They might start with a little simple titty touching, say, more playful than erotic -- at first. And that might lead to a bit of finger-fucking, and natural progression just might lead on to more interesting things -- rubbing their cunts together, humping one another as if one were a boy and -- most thrilling of all -- maybe even a bit of cuntsucking! When she thought of other girls in an erotic way, it was cuntsucking that culminated her fantasies, invariably. She was both curious and stimulated by that idea.

Belinda had never had her cunt sucked.

The boys that she had screwed had all been relatively inexperienced and had never gone down on her. Although she would have liked to, she had never gotten up the courage to ask one of them to eat her out.

She knew it would feel wonderful.

And she also knew -- and even in the privacy of her imagination, she blushed at the idea -- that she would like to do it, herself, to lick and suck on a sweet pussy and cause it to melt in her mouth. It was an idea that was every bit as intriguing as sucking a prick was. Once she had tried to eat herself out.

She had been thinking about cuntsucking while she pushed two stiff fingers in and out of her pussy and it had suddenly occurred to the lewd little girl that if she were able to go down on herself, she could kill two birds with one stone, as it were. She would be able to discover the joy of being sucked off and, at the same time, satisfy her curiosity as to what it was like to suck a cunt!

How handy that would be!

If only she could manage it, she could spend many happy hours with her head between her legs, munching merrily away, getting a thrill at both ends.

She tried it.

She lay on the bed and threw her ass upwards, flipping over, so that her pussy hovered above her face. She craned her neck like a giraffe eating from the highest branches and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go.

She fell just short.

Her tongue reached her pubic bush but would not extend to her clit, try as she might it had been so frustrating that her pussy began to cream and cunt juice splashed out into her eager face, but she could not manage to get her mouth onto her steaming twat.

Then she had tried it another way, sitting up and raising her knees and bending down from the waist, and again she had failed. She had been able to lick the insides of her thighs, high up, but once more her elusive pussy had evaded her hungry tongue.

In the end she had had to settle for finger-fucking herself and she had changed hands several times, bringing one hand to her mouth and sucking her own cunt juice from her fingers, while the other hand delved up her hole, scooping out another load of thick nectar of passion.

It had tasted lovely.

And if cunt juice tasted that nice when it was delivered by hand, how wonderful would it taste when it was sucked out all hot and steaming from a cunt?

After that, Belinda had determined that, if she ever got the chance, she was going to eat a pussy. She had even made an excuse to linger in the girl's locker room after the other girls had gone, in the hopes that the gym teacher would make advances to her, but the gym teacher, probably not realizing that Belinda was willing, keen and eager, had not approached her.

Well, someday, with some girl -- she hoped. But the idea was not dominant in her fantasies, for despite her desires to do some cunt-sucking, Belinda was basically a normal, healthy nymphette and she thought about cock a lot more than she did about cunt.

She was, thinking about cock now.

Specifically, she was thinking about Tommy Harris' big cock, remembering how it had felt in her hand and how it had spurted so much thick cum out.

She hoped that he could keep her company while she baby-sat that evening.

She wasn't sure how long the Jenkins would be out, but if there was time she was definitely going to telephone Tommy. She intended to fuck him -- if not tonight, then tomorrow, but as soon as possible.

And she thought that she might blow him, too.

She was looking forward to giving her first blow job and she figured that Tommy's big prick would be as suckable as any she might find.

The taste of his cum still lingered on her tongue, from licking off her hand, and it was driving the girl wild with desire. She sat on the porch for awhile after her mother had gone in the house, thinking her naughty thoughts while her cunt began to sizzle.

She wondered if her mother was a cocksucker?

She would love to see her mother sucking on her father's huge cock -- or any other cock, for that matter.

A bizarre idea came to her.

She imagined slipping into her father's bed in a darkened room, pretending that she was her mother -- going down on him and sucking him off and then slipping out of the room so that he never realized that he had been sucked by his daughter, instead of his wife.

That was one of the most exciting fantasies that Belinda had ever had. She cupped her crotch, feeling the heat come through the denim of her shorts and feeling that rough material dampen with cunt juice.

She decided that she had better give herself a handjob before she went to the Jenkins house -- but then she thought better of it. She had finger-fucked herself so often in her own room that she was bored with the setting.

She would wait until she got there.

It would be more exciting to finger-fuck herself in another bedroom.

Maybe, she would look through Mrs. Jenkins' dresser drawers -- maybe she could find a vibrator or a dildo or something. Mrs. Jenkins was a sexy-looking woman and it did not seem unlikely that she might have such a device.

Afterwards, she would phone Tommy.

Belinda had made her plans for the evening.

And it turned out even better than she had planned.

CHAPTER THREE

When Belinda thought that Mrs. Jenkins was the sort of woman who might have a vibrator or dildo, she didn't know the half of it, for Amanda Jenkins was a very sexy woman, indeed -- as her husband, James, was thinking while he watched her getting dressed for the evening.

They were going to a party.

Belinda had not arrived yet -- it was still early -- but Amanda had started getting ready in plenty of time. James had finished shaving and come out of the bathroom wearing only his shorts. He paused and looked at his wife appreciatively. She was, sitting on the edge of the bed, putting her stockings on. Except for her black garter belt she was naked.

She was unaware of her husband's presence and yet, even believing herself to be alone, her movements were as erotic as if she had been doing a striptease. She rolled the nylon stocking up her calf with sensual grace. Her hands seemed to be caressing her flesh with narcissistic pleasure.

James grinned.

He wore boxer shorts sand the fly of those shorts began to gap open as a result of the swelling activity that bad started to take place within.

Everything about Amanda was erotic.

She was tall and willowy and graceful. Her legs were long and sleek. As she bent down, her tits were like ripe fruit, ready to be plucked, firm and succulent and capped by large, dark nipples that were constantly stiff. She had a mane of dark, curly hair worn in an intricate style, with ringlets and coils, and her pubic bush was an echo of that ebony hair, a wide wedge of thick, black hair that curled far out towards her hipbones and sent a slender tendril up to her belly button. She was smooth as satin and suntanned evenly, without the pale patches that a bathing suit would have left.

James watched her snap the strap of the garter belt to the stocking.

He was pleased that she wore stockings, instead of the fashionable pantyhose that so many women wore these days -- and which made them look as smooth-crotched as plastic dolls. But he realized that she did not wear the stockings for his pleasure as much as for her own, for she really loved to look and feel sexy and sensual. He had often found her posing, naked, before the full-length mirror -- and sometimes running her hands over her tits or up her inner thighs in a caress of self-appreciation.

She began to roll the other stocking on.

The head of James' cock poked out of the fly of his shorts as it hardened.

He was staring at her big, stiff, succulent nipples and his mouth had started to water for them.

She shifted slightly.

He saw her cunt.

The slit was wet and parted. It bisected the dark pubic mound like a pink river running through a thick jungle. Her clit was as stiff as her nipples. He wondered if she had made herself hot simply by the act of rolling those stockings up her legs.

His prick slipped all the way out from his fly, standing like a baton before his belly -- a big prick that reached almost to his breastbone when fully erect. His balls were large in proportion -- which was why he wore boxer shorts, instead of constricting briefs.

He wondered if there was time for a fuck before the baby-sitter arrived.

They fucked a lot, Amanda and James. She was twenty-seven. He was thirty. They were both horny.

Usually, but not always, they fucked each other.

Amanda had fastened the other stocking. She was still not aware of her husband, standing in the doorway with a hard-on jutting from his shorts. She was looking down at her own body. She cupped one plump tit in her hand, lifting the mound as if judging its weight.

She smiled.

Her thumb slipped across the nipple, causing it to push out even more.

The sight thrilled James and his prick, fully erect now, started to thunder.

The knob was glowing with heat and had Amanda not been concentrating so hard on her own body, she would no doubt have seen that meaty slab flashing.

But when she was intent on her own charms, the narcissistic lady noticed little else.

Now -- James gasped -- she moved her hand down to her plump crotch, running the tip of her middle finger slowly up her wet, parted slit.

"Ummmm," she sighed.

She fucked her vibrant clit.

James would have normally kept quiet, intrigued at the sight of his sultry wife playing with her pussy and tits, but his prick was rampaging now and he wanted to get a fuck in before the baby-sitter interrupted them.

He coughed lightly.

Amanda looked up, surprised.

But she was not in the least embarrassed at having been caught playing with her pussy and she gave her clit another flick before drawing her hand away.

When she noticed the state of his cock, she smiled.

"Ummmm," she said. "That looks good." She shifted on the bed so that she was facing him, her thighs parted. Her slit was flooded with cunt juice, either from her fingering or the sight and expectation of his prick or, most likely, a combination of the two. She gazed lovingly at his big cock. She adored his prick and she loved the way it invariably reacted when he saw her naked. Amanda had always been a narcissist. When a man wanted her she was inclined to want him, in return, simply because he wanted her rather than through any particular desire for his body. She used pricks to pleasure herself.

Now she narrowed her eyes and said, "I won't allow you to go to the party in that condition, darling. All the women would be after you if they saw the size of that lump bulging in your trousers."

"What do you propose to do with it, then?" he asked, halting a few feet from her.

"Why, I'd better empty it, hadn't I?"

"What a good idea!"

"But how?" she speculated, teasingly. "I haven't put my lipstick on yet -- so I suppose I could suck it off..."

James said, "Ahhh..."

"On the other hand, I haven't put my panties on yet, either, so you could empty it up my cunt, as well."

James didn't care where he emptied his prick, as long as he got it emptied.

He pushed his hips out, offering it to her, letting her decide whether to lean forward and take it into her mouth or fall back and present her pussy.

Amanda licked her lips, as if prejudging what that hot slab would taste like.

"I think perhaps I'll..." And the doorbell rang. "Dam!" James said.

He looked at his wristwatch.

"The little bitch is early," he said.

Little did he know -- and it truly would have excited him had he known -- that Belinda had come early because she was impatient and eager to finger-fuck herself in his bedroom.

"Will you let her in, honey?" Amanda asked.

"Yeah. But -- don't put any more clothing on while I'm gone -- or lipstick, as the case may be."

"Oh, James -- we can't fuck with her here. You know what a loud fuck I am, darling. And the bed squeaks a little. She'd know what we were doing!"

"Who cares?"

"James, she'd only a kid."

The bell rang again.

James cross and annoyed, snatched up his bathrobe and pulled it on. It stuck out in the front, for his prick was still hard, despite the distraction.

He said, "Well, you'll just have to suck me off, then, baby, I'll be as quiet as I can -- and you won't be able to make much noise with a cock down your gullet."

Amanda smiled.

"All right," she whispered and, concluding the words, her lips formed a little round circle, as if to show him just how they would form around his pecker.

James grinned, satisfied. He went downstairs.

Belinda had not changed her clothes.

She still wore the sexy, tight fitting tee shirt and the scandalously brief shorts. Walking over, her cunt had felt like an ember smoldering between her slim thighs and she had heard the cunt juice squish as she stepped. Thinking about Tommy, she hadn't really considered the effect that her garb would have on James Jenkins.

And that effect was magnified by the fact that he was already horny and already had a hard-on.

When he opened the door and saw the sexy girl, he blinked in amazement.

Some baby-sitter!

He had a fleeting fantasy in which he garbed himself in a diaper and summoned her to sit with him and, as babys will, nursed on her sweet little titties.

"Come in," he said.

She shoved past him. He saw the way her firm young tits thrust out in front and then, as she passed, the way her pneumatic ass thrust out in back. She turned, smiling. He saw a wisp of pubic hair curling out from the vee of her very brief shorts. The crotchband seemed to be dragged right up into her cunt -- he could see the indentation of her slit.

His cock was already hard.

Now it bucked wildly.

James was taken by an unholy urge.

Normally, he would never have done a thing like that with such a teen girl, but this was an exceptional case. He was horny, as a bull and she, quite obviously, was a lewd young lady. He had the irresistible urge to, accidentally, show her his big prick.

He moved one thigh slightly out, drawing the front of his robe open.

Trying to speak normally, he croaked, "We're getting dressed, young lady. Belinda, is it?"

"Un-huh."

"My wife will be down in a few minutes with your instructions -- please wait downstairs for now."

"Okay," she said.

Sure enough, her eyes had gone down to his crotch.

James let his bathrobe fall open.

His mighty prick was exposed, the head glowing and the vein pounding.

Belinda's eye widened and she caught her breath.

The display satisfied a dark urge in James whom, although not normally an exhibitionist -- certainly not a flasher -- had felt a strange compulsion to display his wares to the sexy little girl.

As if the robe had opened by accident, he drew it closed again -- slowly.

"Sorry," he said.

"That's-that's okay," she stammered. He grinned.

"My wife is dressing," he said. "She isn't dressed yet, if you know what I mean."

"I sure do," said Belinda.

And then, although she knew it wasn't proper to say such a thing to an adult, she simply had to add, "She sure is a lucky woman!"

An understanding flashed between, them.

Amazed, James thought: Why! I could screw her!

And Belinda thought: I wish it was Mr. Jenkins, instead of Tommy, screwing me tonight.

James hesitated. Then he shook his head wistfully and turned away. He went up the stairs. Belinda sat down in the nearest chair.

She cupped a hand over her crotch.

She was listening for the sounds of fucking that she expected to hear from above.

I hope they don't linger over it too long, she thought. I'm dying to get my jeans off and give myself a rub -- and then call Tommy -- and... and I sure wish Mr. Jenkins would come home without his wife!

James was wondering how he could manage just that -- to come home without Amanda.

Belinda lived just down the street, so he would not have the opportunity of driving her home and, anyhow, he did not want to have some sort of awkward, fumbling fuck in the restricting confines of a car. Nor would he take her to a motel. She was too young for that, it would be dangerous, illegal and it would seem utterly depraved, as well. But if he could manage to be alone with her, in the comfort and safety of his own home, it did not seem nearly so sordid. He didn't know if he would fuck her. She was terribly young. But he would play it by ear and see what happened -- he would, that is, if he could figure out some way to get her alone.

Well, he would have to think about that later.

At the moment he had a big hard-on that had to be taken care of before his balls burst like balloons.

He went into the bedroom. Amanda was at the dressing table, making up her eyes. She had not, he saw, put on her lipstick yet. Her pretty, sensual mouth was working as she gazed at her reflection, as if she were anticipating the load of hot cockmeat that he had brought for her. He grinned at her in the mirror.

She turned, smiling. "I told her to wait downstairs," he said, slipping his bathrobe off. "We'll have to be quite," Amanda said. James shrugged. His prick was still sticking out of his shorts, harder than ever for having been flashed at the babysitter. "I suppose she knows that we fuck," he said, grinning. "Otherwise, we wouldn't need a baby-sitter, would we?"

"But we aren't going to fuck, darling," she said.

Her eyes moved to his prick. The fat slab gave a swollen lurch.

"I hope she didn't notice that," Amanda said.

James did not reply. He couldn't very well tell his wife how absolutely the girl had noticed it when he opened his robe and put it on display -- nor what pleasure she seemed to take in the sight.

He stepped closer.

"Like this? Or on the bed?" Amanda asked.

She liked to blow him. She liked to suck on his big rock-hard peckerhead and pull the jism from him and she liked to swallow the lovely stuff. Usually he lay down on the bed and she hovered over him, her head bobbing up and down steadily. But sometimes he would stand up and she would kneel in front of him, like a slave or a cheap whore in a doorway. She had never sucked his cock at her vanity table, however, and the idea appealed to her. She would be able to watch herself in the mirror while she did it. That, she knew, would be very satisfying, very erotic, very exciting.

"This is nice," James said.

He pushed his hips forwards, his trim ass tightening, pushing his prick out towards her face. Amanda kissed the tip, then drew her head back and gazed at it, to see how the touch of her lips had made it throb. Her husband really did have a masterpiece of a cock, she thought happily. It was not the only prick that she admired, but it was the finest. She had been unfaithful half a dozen times in the five years of their marriage and none of her lovers had had a cock as big as James'. He had had at least two affairs that she knew about, but she was willing to bet that neither of his girl friends could suck a cock the way that she did.

Cocksucking required no particular talent and no special physical attributes, she thought -- the most important aspect of being a good cocksucker was enthusiasm.

Amanda had plenty of that.

She slipped her hand inside his gaping fly and hauled his bloated balls out, wanting all of his sex tackle in sight. She cupped her hand, palm up, under, his balls.

She kissed his cockhead again.

He was so hot that her face was glowing in the radiant warmth of his prick.

She looked sideways into the mirror, seeing her excited face and his cock reflected there, exciting herself by the vision. Her mouth was watering for cockmeat by this time. Her tongue slipped back and forth across her lower lip. She thought: God, but I'm a sexy woman -- what man wouldn't want to put his prick into my lovely face?

James thrust his hips out impatiently, urging her to get on with it.

He was really getting a desperate urge to get his rocks off, he needed to come so badly that it was painful.

But Amanda never rushed a blow job. She liked to linger over the preliminaries, running through the spectrum of pleasures. She bobbed her head forward, bypassing his cock, which ran along her cheek like a hot branding iron. She kissed his balls. Her tongue pressed out, lapping and laying at the hairy, cum-filled bag, curling all around the bloated balls, under them and over them. Ballmeat made a savory appetizer, she thought -- it made her hungry for the meat course and that, in turn, would make her ravenous for the creamy dessert of his climax. Her nimble tongue slathered his balls with saliva and her taste buds tinged with the flavor.

She held his cock in one hand, rubbing his knob against her cheek and down to her throat, cradling it against her face lovingly and glancing in the mirror as she did so. James, too, was watching in the mirror. It was strange, he thought, but it seemed more erotic to watch their reflections than to simply look down and see the real thing.

Amanda began to tongue up his stalk.

She fluttered her tongue back and forth as she worked up from the root to the sensitive area where the rod merged into the flaring knob. She went back down to his balls and came up again, using long tongue strokes this time, running her talented tongue all the way from hilt to head with fluid slurps.

In the mirror, she watched with narrowed eyes, loving to see her pink tongue slurp up his fat stalk.

She laved and lapped for several minutes, until his prick was rampaging with need.

Then she lifted her lips to the tip of his cock, kissing him again, but this time she let her lips part as she did so, pushing her face down, and taking his cockhead into her hungry mouth slowly. She watched the big purple slab vanish in her lips. When she had his cockhead in her mouth, she clamped her lips tightly closed around the stalk, just behind the ridge.

She began to suck voraciously.

They both watched the action in the mirror.

Her cheeks drew in as she sucked and her lips turned outwards, pouting on his prick.

Only his knob was in her mouth. The long shaft stuck out between them, like a bolt fixing his balls to her lips at a distance. His cock was angled upwards into her face and her head was tilted down over it. She was drooling down his prick, saliva running down the stalk. This was the way she preferred to give head, with just the knob in her mouth. Sometimes she went further down, taking all of his big prick in like a sword swallower, and sometimes he would kneel over her, his ass brushing her tits, and fuck her in the mouth, but on the whole she liked it better when she only mouthed the head. She felt more in control that way, than when his huge knob was gagging her gullet and he was setting the pace.

She blew hot breath down his stalk.

She sucked in hard, as if she wanted to inhale his succulent cockmeat.

James was panting now, in tempo with her sucking action, as if his prick were a valve attached directly to his lungs. When she sucked, he exhaled -- when she blew, he inhaled.

"Suck," he rasped.

He was pretending that it was the baby-sitter who was sucking on his prick.

"Cocksucker," he whispered.

It thrilled Amanda to be addressed in that way. Her eyes glowed with an unholy joy and her lips turned almost inside out around his stalk.

"Cum drinker!"

"Ummm," she sighed, as she slurped.

She loved to watch her lips uncurl around his shaft, to see the rim of his purple knob encased in her lips. It made her so hot that her cunt flooded and cunt juice ran down her crotch and soaked into the crack of her ass.

She began sucking faster and harder, in a steady rhythm designed to milk him off quickly.

He was groaning and his cock had swollen so much that his knob was pressing into both of her hollowed cheeks at the same time. She worked on that meaty mouthful with gusto.

"Come," she panted, voicing the word right over his knob so that he felt it as well as heard it, muffled but definite. "Come for me -- shoot all that hot, thick jism in my mouth, let me drink it!"

He gasped. His hips trembled as the thrill built up in his balls and darted up his thighs.

He placed his hand against her cheek -- on the opposite side from the mirror, so that he would not block out the image they were both watching.

"Here -- it -- comes..." he rasped.

His balls erupted.

The thick sap raced up his shaft and spurted from his cockhead in a creamy deluge.

Amanda gasped and swallowed it down, to make room for his second mighty geyser.

He came in three or four spurts, hosing her throat, flooding her gullet, and soaking her cheeks. Cum slipped across her arched tongue and splattered against the roof of her mouth. Her whole mouth was filled with the tasty stuff. No sooner did she gulp a load down than he refilled her.

She sucked ravenously, hungrily, milking his cock and balls to the dregs.

James sighed, drained.

Amanda continued to suck steadily as she made sure she had dragged every single drop of his jism from his balls and milked it all out from his cockhead, not wanting to miss a single drop of the delicious feast.

She pulled her lips away from his cockhead slowly. The big slab popped out like a cork from a bottle. She leaned down and used her tongue to gather up a few errant nuggets of cum that had overflowed her eager lips and trickled down onto his shaft. She let the drop slide around on her tongue for a moment and gazed into the mirror, watching the slimy delight run over her tastebuds.

"Ummm, that was lovely," she whispered.

"It sure was," said James.

He had forgotten about the lewd baby-sitter for the moment.

But Belinda, looking furtively in through the partly open door, had certainly not forgotten him...

CHAPTER FOUR

After James went upstairs, Belinda had slipped her hand down inside her tight shorts and began to rub her pussy, not trying to bring herself off, but simply enjoying the pleasure of the contact. After she was alone in the house she would be able to take her shorts off and jerk off in comfort. She was terribly hot. She knew that handsome, big-pricked James had gone upstairs to put that beautiful big cock into his sexy wife and the knowledge that they were fucking right over her head was driving the naughty nymphette wild. She cocked her head, listening, hoping to hear the sounds they were making -- the squeak of the bed, the moans of passion, the sighs of satisfaction at the conclusion.

But she could hear nothing.

She was disappointed.

She got up, her hand still stuffed down her shorts, and moved to the foot of the stairs.

She still heard nothing.

Damn! she thought. I would have thought a woman like Mrs. Jenkins would be a real loud fuck.

She wondered if she dared to go up the stairs.

The idea appealed to her. It would be safe enough, she figured. If they saw her she could say she was looking for the bathroom -- but it was not likely that they would see her, anyway, since they would be busily screwing away.

Belinda smiled impishly and went up the stairs.

She paused at the top, looking furtively down the hallway. She saw that the bedroom door was ajar. She tiptoed down the corridor, holding her breath and holding her cunt. As she drew near the door, she began to hear sounds -- but not quite the sounds she had expected. She heard moist, fluid slurping and low, heavy panting.

And then she heard: "Suck!"

Belinda stopped dead.

My God! She's blowing him! she thought.

The idea fascinated the naughty girl. She moved closer, trembling, her cunt starting to sizzle. Very cautiously, she pushed one eye past the edge of the doorjamb.

She saw James standing before his wife -- and she saw his big cock pushing into her mouth.

Thrilled to the core, she sank to her knees, watching and listening, intrigued and fascinated -- and envious.

She didn't think they, would notice her, for they were both obviously preoccupied and were intent on watching their own reflections in the mirror. She saw the way that Amanda's sensual lips were working on his prick and it was evident that the woman was dearly enjoying that mouthful of savory cock. Belinda couldn't blame her for that. Belinda was keen to try some cocksucking, herself, and seeing the act in progress reaffirmed her conviction that it would be a joy.

Belinda had to come.

She slowly unzipped her jeans, careful not to let the zipper make any sounds. She slipped her hand inside her panties. Her clit was throbbing and her slot was sodden with cunt juice. She began to run her fingers up that slippery gash and thumb her clit.

James said, "Cocksucker!"

He said, "Cum-drinker!"

They were not insults. They were definitions.

Definitions that, very soon, could be applied to Belinda, as well -- she was certain about that. Cocksucking looked so wonderful that she had every intention of sucking Tommy's cock until he creamed.

But all she had at the moment was her hand and she massaged her juicy cunt lovingly. She bunched the four fingers of her other hand together, making a phallic shape, and pushed them into her mouth, pretending they were a prick and sucking on them. They were too dry. She switched hands, pushing her cunt-juice smeared digits into her mouth. That was better -- but not at all like the real thing, of course. Then James shot his wad.

Belinda watched Amanda suck it out and gulp it down and her pussy creamed in her hand, the heavy flood soaking her crotch and running down her thighs. She slumped against the wall. She watched Amanda use her tongue to gather up a few stray drops of spunk and saw her let them slip around on her tongue as she looked in the mirror.

Belinda got up, her legs shaky.

She fastened her shorts and slipped back downstairs.

Coming in her hand had only served to make her hornier than she had been.

Amanda and James came down a few minutes later.

Belinda could not help but stare at the woman's mouth, which she had so recently seen while it was stuffed, full of huge prick and hot jism.

And Amanda, in turn, stared at Belinda, amazed at how nubile the girl was.

"The baby is asleep," she said. "I don't expect you'll have any trouble." She scribbled on a note pad. "I'll give you the number of the place we'll be, just in case."

It gave James a great idea.

But he had to get them out of the room.

He said, "You'd better introduce her to Brutus, honey."

"Oh, yes," Amanda said. "We didn't know if you were afraid of dogs, so we shut him in the back porch. But he's friendly, if you want to let him in."

She took the girl to the back of the house.

The moment they were out of the room, James reached down and tore the telephone wire from the wall. He left it lying there. He grinned fiendishly. Later, he would suggest that Amanda call home to make sure all was well. When there was no reply, he would suggest that he could run over to check and that Amanda needn't bother to come. Alone with the girl -- well, he would just have to see how it turned out. And later he could explain to Amanda that someone must have tripped over the telephone cord and accidentally pulled it loose.

He felt Machiavellian.

On the enclosed back porch, Belinda patted the dog. Brutus was a large mongrel, friendly and energetic. He lapped at her hand affectionately.

Belinda was not afraid of dogs. Nor was she, at the moment. But events were moving in a fashion that were going to cause the girl to think creatively very soon, for she needed some prick in the worst way.

As they left, James gave the girl a long look, behind Amanda's back. Belinda smiled at him.

As soon as their car drew away, she went to the telephone to call Tommy.

But the phone, of course, was dead...

Tommy sat beside the telephone, looking glum and feeling morose, his prick as hard as a nail.

Why hadn't she phoned?

Maybe the bitch was a cockteaser, after all!

Well, no -- she wasn't a cockteaser, he knew. She had given him a nice handjob.

He guessed that the family she was baby-sitting for wouldn't allow her to have visitors. That had to be it. But it didn't make him feel any better. He supposed that he would be able to see her again in the near future -- like the next day, he hoped -- and that his quest for a fuck had received only a temporary setback but, in his frenzied need, it seemed about a year until the next day.

He knew where the Jenkins lived.

He debated going over there anyway. If he had, he would have been more than welcome and he would have gotten a blow job and a fuck without the slightest problem. But Tommy did not know that and he did not want to do anything that might make Belinda angry with him -- like showing up uninvited -- and endanger his future chances at her pussy.

Presently, unable to wait any longer, Tommy sighed and went up to his bedroom.

He got a copy of Playboy magazine from his dresser and opened it to the centerfold. He placed it on his bed, opened out. Then he knelt on the bed, on top of the picture, which was of a dynamite redhead with a juicy snatch. Tommy opened his jeans and pulled his prick out. It throbbed and twitched. He wrapped his hand around the root and aimed the bulging head at the paper pussy.

He began to push-pull on his prick.

His cockhead bounced on the picture and he whacked away with expertise and, within a very short time, his balls blew and he hosed the picture down with a great wad of spunk that slipped around on the glossy page like mercury.

He kept pulling and his prick kept coming and he filled the page with hot jism.

Then he sighed.

It had taken the pressure off and he felt a little bit better, but it sure wasn't like the real thing was going to be.

He got a tissue and carefully mopped up the picture, which was his favorite, so that it would be virginal -- sort of -- when he had to fuck it again.

It took a lot of mopping, for he had come with abundance, and, it saddened the lad to think of all that jism that had gone to waste -- jism that could so easily have been put to good use in Belinda's cunt or mouth.

But one man's loss is often another's gain.

CHAPTER FIVE

When Belinda found that the telephone was not working, she was distraught. How could she summon Tommy? She looked out the windows and saw, that the houses on either side were dark. There was no telephone booth in the neighborhood and, a dutiful baby-sitter, she did not want to leave the child alone while she searched for a phone. It was tremendously frustrating. She almost wished that she had not seen Amanda sucking James' cock, for it had made her desperately horny for some cock of her own. Any cock would do, she thought. She wished that a door-to-door salesman would stop by -- but, like cops, salesmen are never around when you need one.

Unhappily, she resigned herself to her own devices.

She began a frantic search for something with which she could fuck herself.

She began in the bedroom, looking through all the drawers, hoping to find a vibrator or a dildo. But there was nothing of that nature there. It figures, she thought, wryly -- with a cock like her husband has, why should she want a dildo? But that was doing Belinda no good.

She looked in the bathroom.

They did not even, have an electric toothbrush.

The distraught nymphette racked her brain as she tried to think of what she could use as a substitute prick.

She went back downstairs and looked in the kitchen.

In the refrigerator, she discovered a big salami. It was just about the same length and circumference as James' cock, she thought. It would have to do. She grinned at the thought that, later and innocently, sexy James Jenkins would be eating that salami, ingesting her cunt juice by proxy -- and Amanda, as well -- those sweet lips that she had seen pulling on his prick would be swallowing a cunt-juiced salami. It was a rather erotic thought -- better than nothing.

But not as good as prick.

She took the salami into the living room.

She opened her shorts and squirmed out of them, then pushed her panties down. Her cunt was frothy, her clit standing out stiff and vibrant. She sat in a comfortable chair and hooked one knee over the armrest, letting the other leg trail out on the floor.

She spread her cuntlips wide open with her fingers and began to rub the end of the salami around in her creamy slot. She pushed it up, inch by inch, smiling as she felt the fat link stuff her cunt to the brim.

She began to salami-fuck herself slowly and leisurely, pushing it far up and pulling it out while her cunt muscles sucked on it.

It felt pretty good.

But it was not the real thing and there was no load of sweet jism to spurt out of it.

She pulled it out and put the tip in her mouth, sucking on it and tasting her cunt juice, the subtle flavor modified by the garlicy meat.

She slipped it up her twat again.

CHAPTER SIX

Amanda Jenkins had never met a lesbian before.

Well, maybe she had, but if so, she did not know it.

But with Tracy Carlyle there was no ambiguity. She had told Amanda straight off that she was gay. Amanda had tried not to act shocked, considering herself a liberal woman, but she had been shocked, nevertheless. The idea of lesbianism was alien to her. She didn't consider it wrong, it was simply that she had never considered it at all. She had always assumed that lesbians were masculine, brawny, tattooed creatures who lived in sordid squalor with others of the same persuasion and were seldom seen in the normal walks of life.

But the world had changed.

The party was being given by a liberal couple and, desperate to show just how liberal they were, they had made sure that one of everything had been invited.

Tracy was the token lesbian. There was a black man. There was a poet. There was a queer. There was even a Republican!

But it was the lesbian that most intrigued Amanda.

Tracy did not look like a lesbian -- not to Amanda, at least. She was slender, pretty and had not a single tattoo. She had short hair, true, but it was curly and feminine and her body was trim and lithe and willowy, with thrusting tits and a sweet little valentine of an ass. Any man would have desired her. That was, what Amanda found baffling. She had always assumed that women turned to lesbianism because they were too ugly or too fat to find a man.

You learn something every day.

Now Amanda was in conversation with Tracy.

James was talking to the Republican, who wanted to nuke Iran and made a pretty good argument for it, as well, and Amanda and Tracy were standing by the fireplace.

"But what -- what do lesbians do?" Amanda asked, blushing at her own curiosity.

"I'm a typist."

"Er -- I didn't mean that..." Tracy looked amused.

"I know what you meant," she said.

"I guess it was a rude question. I'm sorry. It's just that I never met one of you, before."

Tracy shrugged.

"I don't mind," she said. "You want to know what we do in bed together, right?"

"Well -- yes."

Tracy's eyes were bright. She was a cheerful sort of girl, the type who would have been called gay even before the gays took the word unto themselves, effectively removing it from its proper place in our language.

"Well, we kiss," she said. Amanda nodded.

"And we cuddle."

Amanda could understand that.

"And we feel each other's tits and maybe suck the nipples a little bit."

Amanda blushed but nodded.

"And we finger-fuck each other, of course."

"Oh!" Amanda gasped.

"And some girls like to use a dildo on each other. A rubber prick, you know? But I don't like that. I've never wanted to pretend that I was a man with a cock, nor to have my girl friends play the role of men. I like women, it's that simple, and I don't have to pretend I'm a man or that they are, you see?"

"Yes. I think so."

"And, then, of course..." Tracy smiled and looked directly at Amanda, challengingly, amusedly tolerant. "And, then, we suck each other off."

Amanda gave a little gasp.

"Does that shock you?" Tracy asked. "Well -- a bit."

"But why? You're a sexy woman. Don't you like to have your cunt sucked?"

"Of course. By a man."

"But a woman can do it better, you know. Having a pussy, herself, a woman knows how to make it feel better than a man does. Doesn't that make sense?"

"I guess so," Amanda stammered.

"Doing it is fun, too. Cunt is yummy."

"Oh, dear! I'm terribly confused," Amanda said.

"That's because you've never tried it, honey. If you did, you'd see what I mean."

"Oh, I never would..."

"Maybe not," Tracy said, laughing. Amanda took her glass from the table and drank, hiding her emotions. She was amazed to realize that she was interested in what this lovely little lesbian was saying -- that the idea did not disgust her. Far from it -- it excited her. It was affecting her on two levels. She was curious and she was also physically intrigued. Her pussy had been simmering all evening, mainly because she had gotten hot while she was sucking her husband off and hadn't come, herself, and now she found that her cunt was glowing like an ember between her smooth thighs.

Tracy, possessed of all the fine instincts of a true deviate, sensed this.

She said, "If you ever wanted to give it a try, Amanda, I'd love to eat your cunt out."

"Would you? Really?"

"Ummm," said the dyke. She ran her tongue across her lips.

"I'll bet you have a juicy cunt," she said. "I-I wonder -- I don't know..."

"It's up to you, Amanda. Any time. I could come see you while your husband, was working, maybe."

"Would you want me to -- would I have to..." Amanda stammered, unable to express herself, blushing hot, but with her cunt even hotter.

Tracy understood what she meant. Tracy said, "You wouldn't have to suck my cunt -- if you didn't want to. I'd be quite happy just to tongue your pussy all day."

Amanda took another drink. The alcohol helped.

She said, "I think I'd like that."

"Yes? When? Tomorrow?" Amanda nodded, thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a lesbian experience.

"Don't forget to give me your phone number," Tracy said, equally thrilled at the idea that she was going to have a chance to gobble this sultry beauty. Tracy loved to initiate straight women into lesbianism. It thrilled her a lot more than going to bed with another dyke did.

Amanda glanced across the room at James. Now that she had made up her mind to give it a try, Amanda was impatient. She wanted to go to bed with this sweet little dyke right then and there.

Of course, that wasn't possible.

Unless -- "If I were to send my husband on an errand..." she said, gazing longingly at Tracy -- at those lips that had promised her such novel pleasure.

"Yes?" Tracy coaxed.

"Would you do it for me -- now?"

"Ummm. I'd love to."

"We could go upstairs. I don't think anyone would notice -- if we weren't gone too long..."

"Ooooh! You're making my mouth water, Amanda -- you're making me so hungry..."

"And I'm so hot -- my cunt is so wet..."

"Get rid of him," Tracy whimpered. Tracy was overjoyed. She hadn't really expected to seduce this woman -- at least not this soon, this easily. Amanda was just the type that she lusted for, dark and sleek and sultry. For some reason, a cunt tasted better to her when it was surrounded by bushy, black hair. She just knew that Amanda was going to feed her some delicious cunt.

"I'll be back," said Amanda.

She walked away, her pussy squishing juicily between her thighs with every stride.

Tracy waited with great expectations. Amanda lifted the telephone and pretended to dial.

She didn't really dial.

So it was that James had destroyed the telephone to no purpose -- but he was not to know this, of course.

"They aren't hostages, of course," said the Republican. "The embassy was United States soil. That makes them prisoners of war -- an entirely different matter."

James nodded, listening vaguely, wondering if it was too soon to suggest that his wife telephone home.

Amanda walked up, looking worried. "Darling," she said, "I just tried to phone home and there was no answer."

"Really?" he said, feigning puzzlement. "I don't suppose anything is wrong -- but I'd feel so much better if you'd run home and check."

She would feel better, too, although not in the way she implied -- she'd feel better once she sot Tracy's tongue on her hot cunt and got her pussy milked.

"Of course, darling," James said. He had to struggle not to smile, thinking how perfectly his plan had worked.

It had, in a way.

The girl had certainly looked interested when held flashed his big, erect prick at her.

But there was a difference between visual interest and actual contact and he figured that he might have made a mistake, might have judged the girl wrong because of her sexy clothihg and her sensual body. He felt a bit nervous and uncertain now. It would be awfully embarrassing if she rejected him or -- worse -- if she started to scream or told his wife he'd approached her. He would have to be cautious, to see how things stood before he made any overt attempt to seduce her.

As he moved towards the door, he paused and stepped sideways to the window.

He figured he would peek in and see what the adorable little nymphette was doing.

And when he saw what she was doing, he almost fainted.

He watched the whole thing.

His prick began to throb like a jackhammer.

James opened the door and walked into the room.

As soon as James left the party, Amanda returned to Tracy by the fireplace. Amanda was flushed with excitement. Once she had made up her mind to try some distaff dalliance she couldn't wait to get started. She figured that it was depraved and perverted, but found it all the more thrilling because of it wholesome sex is never as exciting as the illicit stuff, and a twinge of guilt and shame makes a good aphrodisiac.

Amanda moved in her sexiest manner, sinuous and sensual, knowing that eyes were on her and wanting to make the girl appreciate what she was going to get. It appealed to Amanda's narcissism to know that she could make another woman lust for her. It kindled her own lust.

She put her hand on Tracy's arm.

Tracy looked around the room nervously.

"I don't care who knows," said Amanda.

That was not strictly true. She didn't want anyone to know that she was going to go to bed with a lesbian, especially anyone who might let on to her husband, and everyone at the party knew that Tracy was the token dyke. But Amanda figured it was subtle enough. Everyone was involved in drunken conversation and paid no attention to the two by the fireplace and she wanted to say it because she figured it was the sexy thing to say, to pretend that her passion superseded convention and caution.

She gazed into Tracy's eyes. "Let's go upstairs," she said. "I'll go up first and..."

"We'll go up together," said Amanda. And so they did.

No one noticed.

It was a big house with several spare bedrooms and at least two bathrooms, and once they were in the hallway upstairs the two women giggled like conspirators as they looked for privacy. Amanda kept touching Tracy lightly, affectionately, as if afraid to lose contact even for a moment. Tracy, no novice in these affairs, knew that she had a really horny woman on her hands -- that before this scene had ended she was going to have a very tired tongue. Not that she minded that. To a lesbian, a tired tongue is much the same as exhaustion is to a jogger, the desirable end result of a perversion. She could actually feel Amanda's body glowing with the heat of desire, casting off a warmth that warmed Tracy in the radiance.

They found an empty bedroom.

There were a few coats on the bed and the danger that someone, leaving the party early, might come to the room -- but that hint of danger added to the excitement.

Tracy closed the door and bolted it.

When she turned around, Amanda was already on the bed, lying back, one knee slightly lifted, her hands locked behind her head. She was watching Tracy steadily. They exchanged a knowing smile across the room.

"Come here, Tracy," Amanda whispered. "Come here and do things to me..."

Tracy, faint with expectation, went to the bed.

She curled onto her hip, looking down longingly and lovingly at Amanda. She didn't touch her for a moment, content to drink in the visual pleasure and to enjoy the anticipation. Amanda squirmed under those hot eyes. Amanda was wearing a slinky black dress, cut low, enough to reveal her deep, uplifted cleavage. She raised her knee higher so that Tracy caught a glimpse of naked flesh above her stockings, smooth white fleash framed in a black net of garter strap and belt.

Tracy kissed her on the lips.

Amanda was surprised for a moment. She had already gotten over her shock at Tracy being an admitted and confirmed lesbian and was ready for any erotic caress, but she hadn't expected a tender and loving kiss. Somehow, what they were about to do had seemed too sordid and perverted for such a gesture of affection. But her surprise faded after that fleeting moment. Women could be lovers romantically as well as physically, she realized -- and that added to the desire. She realized that cuntsucking would be all the better for having it done by someone for whom she felt affection as well as passion. She tilted her head back.

Tracy hovered over her, their lips brushing lightly at first, then starting to grind together.

Amanda's lips parted.

Tracy's tongue ran down into Amanda's mouth, tapping, flitting, and darting in exploration.

Amanda sucked on it.

Her own hot tongue writhed with Tracy's, entwining in a soft, fluid spiral. When Tracy withdrew, Amanda's tongue followed as if magnetized, slipping into Tracy's mouth Tracy purred and sucked on it. They swapped tongues back and forth for a few minutes, Tracy kneeling over Amanda now and Amanda arching her sinuous back and stretching like a stroked feline. Her face was turned up like a baby bird eager to be fed and Tracy was feeding her a steady diet of hot tongue.

The only point where they had yet made contact was at the mouth.

Now Tracy began to use her hands, touching Amanda here and there, lightly, fleetingly.

She ran her index finger up the deep crevice between Amanda's tits where the fat mounds lifted from her dress. She stroked her flat belly. She moved her fingertips up her thigh, paused at the tops of her stockings, gently stroked that patch of naked thigh demarcated by the black straps.

Amanda squirmed, impatient for her girlfriend to get on with the more serious stuff, but Tracy was determined to prolong this lovemaking, to enjoy the preliminaries and to linger over the approaches. Seldom had she had the good fortune to seduce a heterosexual woman as absolutely scrumptious as Amanda was and she was not about to rush to the conclusions -- as lovely and tasty as those conclusions would no doubt prove. Amanda was spread out on the bed like a feast on a platter and Tracy was going to eat her as if she had been a smorgasbord, taking a nibble here, a taste there, sampling every one of the various components of that varied treat.

Tracy shifted her face down, kissing Amanda's throat and the hollow above her breastbone, then running her tongue along the cleavage between her well-packed tits, following the path that her finger had already blazed.

Amanda sighed and moaned.

Tracy drew the hem of her dress up and moved lower, leaning over the woman's lions. She stared down at that delightful sight for a full minute, her eyes burning into Amanda's flesh as if they had been laser beams. Amanda felt as if she could actually feel the hungry girl's gaze burning into her cunt.

Tracy blew her breath onto Amanda's crotch.

Her breath was warm and yet Amanda's cunt was so hot now that it had a cooling effect.

Amanda opened her thighs wide.

Leaning down, Tracy began to lap and lick at the insides of Amanda's thighs and then to dip her tongue into the woman's belly button. She kissed and licked all around Amanda's cunt, without touching it yet.

Then, through Amanda's black panties, she placed a loving kiss right on her cunt.

Amanda trembled throughout her body.

"Shall I take your panties off, darling?" Tracy asked.

Amanda whimpered, nodding, her hips thrashing from side to side and her thighs parting further.

Tracy slipped her fingers under the elastic band and drew the panties down slowly, revealing the woman's dark, curly thatched twat bit by bit. Amanda lifted her ass so that the panties could slide over her hips. Tracy drew them down her thighs and pulled them free. She tossed them aside. She stared adoringly at Amanda's naked loins now, at her bushy cunt framed in garterbelt and straps and looking so absolutely delicious. The pink slit was wide open and flooded with cunt juice.

She blew on it.

The cuntlips unfurled wider and a heavy flow of cream ran down the slit.

Tracy had all she could do to stop from clamping her mouth on that tasty pussy. Like a limpet and sucking gluttonously -- but she forced herself to delay, knowing that it would be all the better after her appetite was even greater and after Amanda was even more desperate for it -- if that was possible.

She drew Amanda's dress high over the hips. Amanda sat up and Tracy drew the dress over her head. Amanda wore an uplift bra, cut low, so that her nipples were free of the halter. Tracy unsnapped the bra. She saw that Amanda hadn't needed it, for those lovely tits thrust out firmly without needing support -- as if held upright by the stiff pointers of her nipples. Tracy began to lick her tits, tonguing mound the mounds in a circular sweep and rising to the taut tips. Amanda smiled dreamily. Tracy sucked on her nipples, her face switching back and forth as she took them into her mouth in turn.

Amanda hadn't known if she would actually do anything, herself, or just lie back passively while the girl made love to her, but now she had an overpowering desire to touch Tracy. Tracy was wearing a silk blouse. Amanda cupped the girl's tits, feeling them through the silk. They were small and hard and thrusting. The nipples seemed to explode in Amanda's hands. She opened the blouse and began to caress naked tit, amazed at how nice it felt to be feeling up a girl.

Tracy raised up, smiling.

Arching her back, she offered her tits to Amanda's mouth. Amanda hesitated for a moment, then made a soft, purring sound and leaned out to take those stiff nipples into her lips and suck on them with relish.

They alternated, sucking each other's tits in turn, then rubbing their breasts together. Tracy slipped her blouse off her shoulders and unzipped her skirt. She paused for a moment, thinking that perhaps her previously heterosexual lover would not want her naked. But Amanda nodded. Tracy squirmed out of her skirt. She wore tiny white panties, drawn tight across her nubile hips. The crotchband was soaking. The material was pulled up into the crack of her cunt, as if by suction. She paused again and again Amanda nodded. She started to wriggle out of her panties. But then Amanda said, "Wait!"

Tracy raised her eyebrows.

"Let me take them off," Amanda said, her voice husky with passion.

Tracy gave a little whimper. If Amanda had been heterosexual up until now, Tracy knew that that was a condition that was not going to last long, for she could tell that the woman was every bit as enthusiastic as she was.

Amanda drew Tracy's panties down.

She leaned in and kissed the girl's slim belly, just at the top of her pussy, her soft lips fluttering in the girl's blonde pubic hair.

It was a promise of things to come.

Then Amanda lay back, waiting.

Tracy leaned over her and started at her throat, kissing and tonguing and moving down. She paused at her tits, she paused at her belly button, but she moved steadily down. Her tongue rustled through Amanda's thick pubic bush. Then, passing the woman's crotch, she moved down to her feet and began to lick and lave up her legs.

Amanda arched her back, tilting her crotch up, her ass weaving above the bed.

"Oh! I can't bear it!" she wailed. "Do it!" Tracy was tonguing the inside of her thigh, high up. She looked up, smiling dreamily. Her tongue fluttered in the air, only an inch above Amanda's fiery cunt.

"Tell me, darling," she whispered.

"Suck my cunt!" Amanda gasped.

Tracy touched her cunt for the first time. She used both hands, spreading the cuntlips wide apart with her fingertips, opening the slit into an oval slot. She gazed at this welcoming fountain of love for a moment.

Then her head ducked down.

Her tongue came out.

Tracy began to tongue Amanda's pussy.

She used only her tongue at first, lapping at the creamy slot and along the unfurled cuntlips. The light contact sent fluttering sensations through Amanda. She arched her lithe back and began to shift her hips, working her cunt around on Tracy's tongue. She could scarcely believe this was happening -- that she was actually being eaten out by a girl! And she trembled at the idea -- she had every intention of returning the favor, in due course. Her imagination burned as hot as her cunt at the thought. She began to moan and whimper.

Tracy was taking her time.

Holding Amanda's cunt spread open with her fingers, she laved and licked for a long time, savoring the sweet taste of that hot pussy. After awhile, she began to stab her tongue right up the hole, tongue fucking the horny woman steadily, then switched her lingual attentions to the fiery clit, lapping lovingly on that taut, swollen nugget of sensation.

She could very easily have made Amanda come that way, licking her clit, but she wanted to prolong this tasty treat. She paused, letting Amanda's pussy cool down for a few moments, gazing longingly and lovingly at the creamy slot, then began all over again, slurping, stabbing and curling her tongue around.

She pursed her lips and kissed Amanda's cunt.

Then, letting her mouth slowly open, she fitted her lips to the woman's cuntlips and began to suck adoringly. Her tongue continued to work up Amanda's hole while her lips pulled and kissed and sucked at the slot. Tracy was eating that hot pussy with true relish. She was kneeling now, her trim little ass lifted to the highest point of her slim form while her pretty face was buried in Amanda's crotch, wallowing around in the creamy crumpet. She moved her face around until she was frothy with cunt juice from forehead to chin. Her mouth was full of the thick stuff -- it was pouring steadily from Amanda's steaming pussy, running over Tracy's tongue and filling her mouth. As soon as she swallowed a load down, another hot deluge poured in to replace it. Tracy was wild with lust now, filled with the thrill that came along with the cream, totally abandoned to the joy of cuntsucking. She purred, and whimpered and moaned. But she still fought to prolong the pleasure, pausing again to let Amanda's smoking twat cool.

Squirming in, she began to rub her tits around in Amanda's crotch, pushing her nipple up the slot and rubbing it against the stiff clit.

Then her mouth clamped over the hairy cunt once more, sucking, slurping, and tonguing with devotion.

She began to finger-fuck Amanda while she sucked her, pushing three fingers up the hole while her tongue and lips worked on her clit, spooning handfuls of cunt juice out.

She cupped her hands under Amanda's ass and lifted her pelvis, as if it were a bowl she was draining.

She pushed a finger up Amanda's asshole.

Amanda shivered at the new sensation. Tracy lifted her higher and dipped down, running her tongue into the crack of her ass and pushing it into her asshole for a moment, then long-tonguing from asshole to clit a few times.

Tracy could prolong it no longer.

She was as desperate to suck the climax out of Amanda as Amanda was to melt in her mouth. Tracy fitted her parted lips to the woman's simmering cunt and began to suck with the steady rhythm that she knew would bring her lover off quickly.

It did.

Whimpering and sobbing, Amanda creamed. Her cunt melted and overflowed into Tracy's ravenous mouth. She kicked at the air and drummed her heels against Tracy's taut ass and cried out aloud in the ecstasy of orgasm.

At last, she was drained.

Tracy continued to suck hungrily on Amanda's emptied pussy, tonguing out the last drops of her cunt juice and licking cuntlips and clit sparkling clean.

Amanda, seeing how much the girl was enjoying this feast of cunt, smiled and thought: It's a good thing that Tracy is a lesbian, since she enjoys that so much.

But then she figured: Of course, if she wasn't a lesbian, she wouldn't be doing it.

And then, following that line of reason, she thought: But I'm not a lesbian -- and I want to do it. The idea recharged her with lust. She was going to suck a cunt! Her mouth was watering for her first taste of pussy. Her own pussy was finished for the moment, but her tongue was tingling just like her clit had been, moments before.

"Tracy?" she whispered.

Tracy raised her happy face, smiling. Her lips were frothy with cunt juice, her eyes bright with desire.

"That was wonderful," Amanda said.

"Ummm. I'm glad it was good for you. I loved doing it for you, eating your sweet cunt out and drinking your cunt juice. I want to do it for you lots of times."

"Ummmm. I'd like that."

"Shall I do it again, now?"

"No," said Amanda. "Now it's my turn."

Tracy gave a little gasp of joy. She loved seducing heterosexual women and if she did the job so thoroughly that they sucked her cunt as well as letting her suck theirs, it was a job well done. She leaned down and gave Amanda's cunt an affectionate kiss, then she moved away, sliding up into Amanda's arms. They kissed, tits rubbing together. Amanda could taste her own cunt juice on the girl's tongue and lips. It tasted lovely. She had no doubts at all that she was going to very much enjoy sucking the cream out of Tracy's pussy.

She rolled the slim girl onto her back and started to move down, licking at her tits and belly in route to the main course simmering between those slick thighs.

Tracy opened her legs wide.

Amanda licked at her pussy hair and up the crease of her legs, delaying, savoring the pleasure of the anticipation. She hoped that she would do it well -- but she had no doubts at all that she would enjoy doing it. She had seen how much Tracy enjoyed sucking cunt and she wondered why she had never before thought of adding that pleasure to her robust sex life. She had never done a sexual thing that she had found disagreeable, and sucking cunt was a serious gap in her experience.

A gap soon to be filled -- by her tongue.

She licked her lips. Tracy's cunt looked delicious. She was drooling for it. Tracy slid her hand down and gently spread those creamy lips apart, showing Amanda the dark inner flesh, streaked with cunt juice and starting to steam.

"Suck my cunt, darling," said the girl.

Amanda sighed with happiness and buried her face in that creamy crotch.

From the first contact, she saw that she needn't have worried about her lack of experience. She seemed to know instinctively just how to go about it -- either because, having a cunt herself, she was familiar with them, or else because it simply comes naturally to a sexy woman to eat a pussy with gusto. She began to lick and suck like a veteran. The hot cunt juice bubbled over her tongue and she found that she had been right -- the thick stuff was truly delicious. From the first taste, Amanda knew that this was not the last cunt she would ever suck, but that from then on she was going to eat every pussy available.

Following the pattern that Tracy had set, she tongued first, then tongue fucked, then started sucking in earnest, Tracy gurgled with delight, realizing that she had made a true convert here, a born-again cuntsucker of the highest caliber. It was obvious that Amanda was enjoying it, that she wasn't simply returning the favor but that she truly adored gobbling cunt -- and obvious, too, that between them, in the future, a whole lot of cuntsucking was going to be done.

Amanda didn't try to prolong it, as Tracy had. This was her first time and she was eager to make the girl's sweet twat melt in her mouth, to enjoy the psychological thrill of causing an orgasm along with the physical thrill of swallowing all that succulent cream.

Tracy began to writhe and squirm.

"Come," Amanda whispered, speaking right into that hairy microphone. "Come -- come -- come..."

"Yes! I'm coming!" cried the girl.

Her cunt flooded heavily. Amanda gurgled with delight and sucked the delicious juice out ravenously. It was spurting out in creamy spasms, skidding across her tastebuds and running back into her throat. She continued to whimper, "Come -- come..." even as the girl was coming.

Tracy, drained, sighed and stopped thrashing about.

Amanda, that confirmed convert to the oral act, continued to suck until she had milked Tracy's pussy dry, then used her tongue to gather up a few drops of cunt juice that had eluded her lips and trickled down into the crack of her trim little ass.

She slid up and the two women lay together, kissing and holding each other tightly together, belly and thigh and tit.

"Was it good?" Tracy asked, knowing the answer.

"Oh! I adored it! I never realized how wonderful it would be, darling -- I think I'd rather suck a cunt than have my own cunt sucked, if anything."

"Maybe we should sixty-nine the next time," Tracy suggested. "That's nice -- both ways."

"Oh, yes!" Amanda gasped.

Amanda realized that despite her recent climax, her cunt was hot all over again -- that her pussy had been inspired while she had been munching Tracy's twat.

She stuck her tongue into Tracy's mouth. Tracy's eyes widened.

"Do you want it again -- now?" she asked. "Um-hum. Both of us, this time."

Tracy could not turn down that offer.

She rolled Amanda onto her back and reversed herself, one knee moving across, straddling Amanda's upturned and eager face. Amanda gazed lovingly up at the pussy that was hovering just above her face -- and descending.

Tracy lowered her cunt onto Amanda's face and Amanda began to suck with fervor.

Tracy leaned down and buried her face between Amanda's upraised thighs, sucking with equal relish.

Since both girls had just come, they knew this act of inverted love was going to last for awhile before they came again -- and that suited both of the cunt-hungry girls perfectly. Like some slick, smooth, two-headed beast, they squirmed together. They rolled over by tacit agreement, so that Amanda was on top for awhile, experiencing new thrills each time the position was altered. They lay on their flanks and took turns sitting on each other's faces. They paused for a moment, cooling down, then began to sixty-nine once more.

Amanda couldn't decide which end was better, which thrill greater, mouth or cunt.

What a wondrous invention sixty-fining was!

They worked in perfect harmony, each wanting to come when the other did, to share a simultaneous orgasm.

And then they did.

Amanda cried out, "I'm going to cream!"

Tracy wailed, "Yes -- come with me!"

And both girls' cunts melted at the same instant, so that they shared their cunt juice along with the thrill. As if it were the same load of cunt cream passing through their linked bodies -- drinking it at one end and pouring it out at the other in a steady, continuous stream.

They came for a long time.

Then they curled up together, caressing and kissing with genuine affection.

Amanda remembered her husband then.

She hoped that he had not yet returned to the party -- for that would leave her some difficult explanations.

But James had not returned.

James was busy.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Well!" he said, as he stepped into the room.

Belinda blushed bright red, realizing that there could be little doubt as to what she had been doing.

Belinda hid her face in her hands -- but made no attempt to cover her cum-filled cunt, which showed something about the girl's sense of priorities.

She pecked through her splayed fingers.

James, she saw, was grinning.

And there was a gigantic lump in the front of his trousers that did not fit in with his accusing tone.

Belinda realized, to her relief, that his discovery had made the handsome fellow horny, rather than angry.

He said, "I suppose you fuck men?"

"Well -- yes," she whispered. "My God! At your age!"

She lowered her hands and stared directly at the aroused man. She even grinned, and her blush was rapidly fading.

Belinda knew about men. She said, "It was your fault, anyhow."

"My fault?"

He had moved close to the girl.

"Because you flashed your cock at me, earlier. That was what made me so horny."

James was pleased and proud.

"It was such a big, hard, lovely cock," she said.

"That was an accident."

She kept a level gaze and said, "Well, maybe and maybe not -- but accidents can make a girl as horny as anything else. And then -- I was in the hallway, upstairs, when your wife was sucking your cock and drinking your cum."

James gasped.

"You naughty little voyeur!" he cried.

But then he laughed and said, "Still -- I was watching through the window."

"I guess we're both naughty, huh?"

"It looks that way," he admitted.

She said, "And your telephone, doesn't work -- so I couldn't call my boy friend and I simply had to have something because I was so hot."

"That's understandable," he said.

Belinda giggled.

"Boy! If you'd got here a little sooner you'd have thought I was even naughtier!"

James was wondering what on earth she could mean.

"Um-hum. I did a real naughty thing."

"What was that?" he asked, his voice rasping and his prick wallowing around in his pants like a ship on a stormy sea, battered by raging waves of lust.

"Of course, I would have much rather sucked a man's cock, given a choice. Like, say -- your cock."

Her eyes shifted down to his groin.

"I'm not full yet," she said.

James staggered. So much blood had rushed into his prick that he was lightheaded.

"I'll bet you've got an awful lot of sweet jism stored up in your balls," said the baby-sitter. "I'll bet it would be ever so much nicer."

He staggered again -- but by design, this time, so that he moved closer to the girl.

"Want me to blow you, then?" she asked. James couldn't speak. He felt as dumb and his lust was as bestial.

He nodded.

"Okay," she said, happily. "Come here, Mr. Jenkins -- let me take your prick out for you."

I must be dreaming, thought James.

But he knew damned well that, if he was, it was going to be a wet dream.

He stood with his shoulders thrown back, grimacing with passion and pushing his pelvis out towards the girl. She was smiling impishly, delighted with this turn of events. Having already seen his prick, both when he flashed it and while his wife was sucking it, the nymphette knew it was lots bigger than Tommy's, for that matter -- and that it was going to provide a lovely mouthful for her.

She was already smacking her lips. With a cuntful of cum, she was hungry for a mouthful to complement it. She pulled his zipper down and reached in. His prick felt like a heated bar of iron in her hand and she played with it for a moment before she hauled it out.

"Oh, I'm gonna enjoy this," she whispered. She dragged his cock from his fly and took her hand away for a moment, so that she could look at the big rod in all its glory. Her eyes crossed as she stared at the flaring knob standing just before her face. Belinda knew a lot about young men's cocks, and loved them, but this was a cock of a different color, a massive, thundering tool.

James pushed his hips forward, shoving his cock into the baby-sitter's smiling face.

The blunt, purple knob bumped into her cheek and, tilting her head, she kissed the tip. Her sweet lips parted softly around that huge hunk of cockhead.

James stared down, watching it.

It occurred to him that he ought to feel a bit embarrassed. Filled him, leaving no room for more delicate sensations.

A drop of cum squeezed from the cleft.

Squealing, Belinda sucked it off.

A second preliminary drop oozed out.

The sex-crazed baby-sitter used her nimble tongue to slurp the tasty nugget up.

She slipped her lips over his knob and sucked for a moment, cheeks hollowing inward, tongue fluttering softly against the underside of the mouthful.

She pulled her lips away for a moment. "I love sucking cocks," she told him. His prick ballooned, inspired as much by her words as her oral caress.

She took it into her mouth and sucked again.

"I love to drink cum," she said. She began licking the smoking head of his prick, speaking as she did so, her words uttered between licks.

"Hot, thick cum -- yummy jism," she slurped. "I love to have a mouthful of cum and drink every sweet drop..."

James knew damned well, that she was telling the truth, for her enjoyment was evident as she lapped away.

He reached down and held her head between his hands, holding her steady with gentle pressure as he began to corkscrew his hips, fucking into her mouth. His big prick ran far back, lodging in her gullet. Belinda gurgled as her air was cut off, but gasping and sputtering, she never missed a slurp.

He moved with a steady rhythm, fucking her mouth slowly and deliberately. When Amanda had sucked him off earlier, she had taken only his cockhead into her mouth, leaving the fat stalk unattended. But with Belinda he was feeding her the whole thick shaft as well as the knob, lodging his prick right down her gullet as he pushed in and then drawing out until only the tip remained in her lips.

She sucked as he pushed in and she sucked as he drew back, keeping up a steady suction, while her hot tongue curled all around his knob, traced along the fat vein that seamed the stalk and bridged into a arch under his swollen crown.

His cockhead was dribbling onto her tongue.

He wasn't coming yet, but little spurts of jism were splashing out, whetting her appetite.

She was eager to swallow his heavy load, now hungry for that thick dose to hose down her greedy guilt.

She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing gently, as if to pump the jism from them.

She wrapped her other hand around the root of his stalk so that she was frigging him as he humped, adding more friction to the deep penetration.

He moaned in wonderful torment. "Gonna shoot -- now!" he rasped. "Ummm," she said, with enthusiasm, sucking hard. Her mouth pushed far down until her chin touched his balls and her nose flattened in his pubic bush and she had taken the whole huge hunk down her gullet.

"Unghh!" she gasped, as the knob clogged her throat.

And purred, "Ahhhh," as her lips pulled and dragged up the swollen stalk.

Suddenly her mouth was full of jism.

The depraved girl gasped and gulped it down furiously, as his mighty cock blew a second load into her mouth, and then a third, the stuff coming out as she'd imagined, in a great milky cloud pouring from his big funnel.

She milked him to the bone, loving it.

James stumbled back, his cock swaying like an elephant's trunk -- still hard and quite capable of continuing to function despite his orgasm.

Belinda leaned back and opened her mouth slightly, so that he could see his jism running over her tongue. "That was yummy," she said.

Then she feigned a wistful look. "But -- it does make my cunt awfully hot when I suck on a prick, Mr. Jenkins -- I don't suppose...?"

James felt obligated to fuck the girl. It was the least he could do to repay her for letting him fuck her in the mouth and it was not a hard debt to pay.

He glanced at his watch.

"We'll have to hurry," he said. "My wife will begin to wonder where I am."

Belinda, who had no intention of rushing it at all, wanting a lovely, long fuck, nodded.

But they needn't have worried.

Amanda, at that moment, was hoping that her husband would not hurry back, as she merrily gobbled Tracy's cunt and creamed in Tracy's mouth and wished that they had all night to feed each other hot pussy...

CHAPTER EIGHT

Although it had only been necessary to stick his prick out of his fly for a blow job, James wanted to be naked when he screwed the adorable baby-sitter. He intended to make it a quick fuck -- innocently believing that his wife was being innocent at the party. But he figured that he had time to disrobe, both because he didn't want to get cunt juice on his trousers and because he wanted to feel all that nubile flesh outlined against his own lean body, sweating and gliding and creaming together in total embrace.

He undressed hastily, dropping his discarded garments on the floor.

Belinda watched with approval.

His hairy balls were still nicely swollen as they hung down between his thighs. She was pleased to know that he still had a heavy load saved for her pussy, despite the creamy abundance he'd spilled in her mouth.

She'd expected him to take her to the bedroom.

James had decided to ball her right there in the living room for expediency. What he couldn't decide was -- what position should he fuck her in? Her magnificent, young, bouncy body looked pneumatic and supple. He figured that he could easily lift her onto his cock and screw her standing. But the other options were equally attractive. It would be wonderful to fuck her face to face, with that pretty face contorting under his and those firm, thrusting tits against his chest and those slim thighs clamped around his hips.

But it would be just as exciting to fuck her dog style, from the back while they knelt, with that juicy ass swaying and rotating against his belly and above his prick.

Or she could sit on his cock and bounce gayly up and down as he lay spread-eagled with pleasure.

Or in the chair? Or kneeling face to face? Or at right angles, one knee hooked over his hip?

Although he didn't want to spend too much time with her, the horny man decided that he would simply have to sample her cunt from a variety of approaches. After all, he might never get a chance like this again -- might never find himself alone with the baby-sitter when that worthy worker happened to be horny.

She was still sitting in the chair.

James, naked now, moved back to her. He knelt down in front of her. Her juicy cunt looked so good that he simply had to taste it before he plugged it full of prick and he lowered his face and began to suck at her hot pussy. By the time that he remembered that delicate morsel.

He sucked her cunt until she began to tremble.

Then, rising up, he pushed the head of his cock into her lathered crotch, churning the knob into her hole and driving full length up that sweet slot.

She balanced on the very edge of the chair, her thighs folded around his hips as, kneeling, he corkscrewed in and out of her cunt.

Her snatch was juicy, tight and clinging. The soft walls rippled up his rod, milking away on his prick like a velvet wringer as she fluttered her cunt muscles.

He fed her a few strokes, slow and grinding.

Then he pulled out.

Belinda looked at him in horror, thinking that he had shot his wad already and wondering why she had not felt the thick juice spurt into her.

But James was only changing positions. He drew her from the chair and spread her out on the carpet, kneeling between her parted thighs. He slipped the meat to her again, missionary style. She arched her slender back, pushing her belly up to meet his thrusts and clamping her legs around his haunches.

He lowered his face to her tits, sucking on the stiff nipples while he poured the prod to her steadily.

Then again he disengaged.

Belinda had got the idea now. The randy lass eagerly waited for the next coupling.

James stretched out on the floor, his cock rising from his groin, and his balls bloated and hard.

"Sit on it," he urged.

What a good idea, she thought. She mounted him and started to slip his dick into her pussy and then, feeling impish, she slid higher and pushed her cunt into his face. He welcomed it hungrily, slurping on the juicy snatch as cunt juice trickled down his chin. Then she squirmed away. His tongue shot out after her, taking a final lick as she pulled her tasty twat away and down. She fitted his cockhead to her cunt hole and began to ride up and down on that hard-pole, as he groaned and thrust up from the floor.

She rode his prick for a few moments and then, deciding that it was her turn to set the scene, slid away and knelt beside him, her juicy ass tilted up and her head down.

James knelt behind her.

He fed the cock to her dog style.

Belinda pushed back. James shoved in. His belly slapped against her heart-shaped ass and his balls swung in between her legs. She switched her hips from side to side and he corkscrewed in to the root. Although her pussy was tight, it was also capable -- she was taking every inch of that dynamic prick into her cunt. Looking down her own body, she half expected to see the outline of that massive hunk pushing a furrow out in her belly. The girl had never been stuffed so full of prick -- and she adored it.

Her tits bobbled under her. Her hips pistoned. Her ass drove back to meet him. Cunt juice sprayed from her stuffed cunt, hanging in a fine mist between them as he withdrew, and soaking his belly, balls and thighs when he pounded the prick back into her cunt.

James clamped his hands on her ass, spreading the cheeks apart. He gripped her hipbones as if they were the handles of her pelvis, pulling her onto his cock. He slipped one hand around her hip and began to play with her clit as he fed the cock up her hole.

Her face switched from side to side in a wild frenzy as she started to cream.

He fucked her slowly and steadily, pouring it to her with underslung strokes and fingering her clit as he brought her to the peak. Her cunt melted on his surging spike.

He hadn't come yet. The load he'd already spent in her mouth had delayed his own orgasm. Now he waited for a moment, with his cock buried in her -- and then he began to feed it to her all over again.

James, in the ecstasy of his fucking, had lost all sense of time.

Belinda knew that time was passing quickly.

But she wasn't about to mention it.

They fucked merrily away.

"I certainly hope that nothing is wrong at home," said Amanda, when she found that her husband had not yet returned to the party.

She tried to telephone.

Genuinely, this time.

And to her dismay she found that the telephone was not working -- that her scheme seemed to have somehow taken on the aspect of reality.

Tracy said, "Want me to drive you home?"

"Well -- I hate to drag you away from the party."

"Honey, I've already had my party," said the cute little dyke, with a suggestive smile. "Anyhow -- I want to find out where you live -- for tomorrow."

"Well, okay, then," Amanda agreed -- already looking forward to her next cuntsucking session even though she had just finished eating her fill.

They sought out the host who, being a liberal, was stoned on marijuana and did not recognize them. That was probably just as well, thought Amanda -- she might have compromised herself were it known she'd left with a lesbian. Not that Tracy looked like a lesbian -- although she certainly looked good enough to eat -- but because the straightforward girl had already proclaimed her sexual taste to everyone.

They went out to Tracy's car.

Tracy got behind the wheel and Amanda sat beside her, sitting upright for a moment and then leaning over and placing her head on the girl's shoulder.

And her hand up her skirt.

Tracy drove with both hands on the wheel. Amanda gave her directions and finger-fucked her slowly and lovingly as she drove. Turning into the driveway, they found James' car already there. Tracy switched off the headlights and the engine. She drew Amanda to her for a long kiss with plenty of tongue swapping. Amanda was still finger-fucking her and Tracy decided it would be nice to come again. There wasn't room in the car to do any cuntsucking but she was getting off on Amanda's hand with no trouble at all.

"Make me come, okay?" she whispered.

"Ummmm -- I want to."

Tracy sighed happily.

She sat back, relaxed and comfortable, one knee slightly raised and her thighs parted. Amanda went to work on her with both hands. She finger-fucked her with one hand and rubbed her hot clit with the other. She was concentrating, wanting to bring the girl off before James came out and interrupted the lovemaking. She pushed all four fingers up the girl's hot hole and rubbed her palm against her clit and Tracy began to whimper.

"Come -- come -- come for me," Amanda pleaded.

Tracy's eyes glazed.

"Ooooh," she moaned.

Her pussy was glowing -- and then, gloriously, it was melting with release.

Amanda worked away until she was certain that she had stroked out every spark of that orgasm, then she sat up and playfully licked her fingers.

Tracy's eyes were closed, her expression dreamy.

She said, "Want me to do you now, love?"

Amanda hesitated.

She had gotten all worked up again while she played with the girl's cunt but she could tell that Tracy -- for the moment -- had had enough. She knew that the girl had offered to do her through obligation rather than desire rigid now. She was also anxious to go in and see what was keeping James.

She said, "I'll wait until tomorrow, Tracy."

"Ummm -- keep that sweet cunt nice and hot for me, honey," the little blonde cunt worshipper said.

"That's a promise," Amanda said -- although she was hoping that her handsome, big-pricked husband was going to be in the mood to throw a good fucking into her that evening. Fucked or not, she would still be hot for some sucking as soon as Tracy came to call.

They kissed affectionately, without tongues. Amanda got out and Tracy started the car and backed out of the driveway, then waved and drove off.

Amanda smiled and went up the steps.

Her cunt was raging between her legs.

Cock or cunt -- it didn't matter which it was, but she certainly wanted something.

As it turned out, she got both...

CHAPTER NINE

Amanda was surprised -- to say the least -- when she walked into the house and saw what was going on between her husband and the sexy baby-sitter. She stopped in the doorway, one hand at her throat, staring. For some reason, it had never occurred to her that the reason why her husband had not returned to the party might be that he was fucking the girl. Now she realized that it should have been her first and most logical thought -- but that it hadn't occurred to her simply because she had been doing much the same thing, herself. Feeling guilty about it, she was not in the mood to assign equal guilt to James.

They had not noticed her yet.

They were too busy to notice her and making too much noise, of the gasping, panting variety, to have heard the door open and, at the moment, were facing the other way.

They were still fucking dog style.

James was whacking the cock to Belinda with such vigor that instead of remaining in one spot, they were moving across the floor. She pushed her ass back to meet his thrusts, but he was plowing in so mightily that he was driving her forward, forcing her to crawl slowly away in order to keep her balance and remain on her hands and knees.

He grunted as he banged in.

Belinda whimpered as he fucked her cunt to the depths and his heavy balls swung in to slap her clit.

Amanda's surprise vanished, as soon as she realized that she should have suspected this situation.

For a brief instant, she felt a surge of anger. But she had no right to be angry. She realized that. After all, it had been her own fault, her own scheme that threw James into the babysitter's cunt. Had she not been so keen and eager to go to bed with Tracy, it wouldn't have happened. Then, too, if she were angry, her husband would certainly have the right to be equally angry, or more so, if he were to find out what she had been doing with another woman. Seeing this clearly, Amanda's moment of anger was fleeting.

And replaced by -- jealousy.

It was a particularly poignant sort of jealousy, in that it was doubled.

She was jealous of the baby-sitter for getting that lovely big cock poured up her twat with such vigor.

And she was jealous of James for having that hot, sweet pussy at his disposal.

Before that evening, Amanda would not have experienced the dual form of jealousy, for it would never have occurred to her that she might lust for a girl. But her affair with Tracy had shown her a new dimension of lust and now she found that her mouth was watering for Belinda's cunt every bit as much as her pussy was creaming for James' prick.

Then jealousy faded away, in turn and was replaced by pure passion and desire, a need so overwhelming that it left no room in the woman for any lesser feelings whatsoever. No anger, no jealousy, no inhibition and no shame. In the doorway, she smiled. They still hadn't seen her.

Amanda watched, thrilled at the sight. She saw Belinda's plump tits bobble like ripe fruit under her kneeling form, the nipples sticking out like bullets. She saw her heart-shaped ass buck and wriggle delightfully. She saw James' fat prick vanish up the girl's pink lipped pussy, pull out coated with cunt juice, disappear up that hole again as he kept the regular, driving tempo up. She saw his heavy balls whip in and out and heard his balls slap against the baby-sitter's taut ass. Amanda, always a passionate woman, was driven wild by this scene. She thought that she had never been so hot.

Belinda noticed her first.

Belinda had been switching her head from side to side and as it came around a bit further she saw the woman standing in the doorway.

"Oh oh," she said.

"Ha!" responded James.

"Er -- that's not what I meant," Belinda told him.

He was puzzled. It was true that her little gasp had not sounded quite the same as the previous moans of lust, but, what else could have elicited that little, "Oh oh," at a time like this?

He pushed his prick into her, grinding.

"Ummm," she said, unable to help herself despite the fact that his wife was watching.

He pulled out with her pussy wringing and clinging to his cock all the way.

"Your wife..." Belinda whispered.

"The hell with her!" he rasped, annoyed that the girl was starting to feel guilty about this adultery while it was still being done. He didn't care how guilty she felt afterwards, but this was certainly no time to consider feelings of remorse or regret. He knew that he might feel a bit of self-recrimination later, himself -- but at the moment all he felt was the urge to empty his cock and balls into Belinda.

He corkscrewed in, whipping a flood of cunt juice out of her pussy.

"She's watching us," said Belinda, in a small voice.

"She's what?" James roared. He turned his head.

"Why, hello, dear," he said, sheepishly. "That looks like fun," said Amanda.

James thought she was being sarcastic. He said, "I can explain!"

"Can you really?"

"Er -- well, no -- I guess not."

Amanda was moving toward them. James tried to pull his prick out of the girl but her cunt clung to him and he was swollen so big that they seemed to be stuck together, as if, dog fucking, they had become linked like dogs. He placed his hands on her ass, intending to push her off his prick.

But Amanda said, "Oh, don't stop." He stared at her in amazement.

"Aren't you -- angry?"

"Why, no -- just a little envious. Do you mind if I join you?" Amanda asked.

The question was rhetorical. She was already starting to undress as she stood beside them. James was still fucking the baby-sitter. His movement had slowed down but he was still sliding his prick into her with steady regularity as both he and Belinda watched Amanda remove her clothing.

Belinda, who had often thought about making love to another woman, was delighted. What a night! Blew her first man and then screwed him in every conceivable position and now she was about to experience her first threesome!

And the baby had slept right through it all.

Baby-sitting sure had its benefits.

She said, "You sure are sexy, Mrs. Jenkins!"

"Thank you. So are you."

Amanda had stripped down to her stockings and garter belt and from the way that Belinda was staring at her tits and cunt, Amanda had no doubts that the teenage trollop was interested in a bit of pussy eating.

James, who didn't realize that his wife was into that, was totally bewildered.

But tremendously pleased.

Amanda knelt beside them.

Belinda said, "I hope you don't mind that I fucked your husband, Mrs. Jenkins."

"Why, no."

"I sucked him off, too," said Belinda.

James gasped, wondering why on earth the girl was confessing to that. But Belinda had seen the look in Amanda's eyes and she knew better than James what Amanda was feeling.

Amanda said, "How nice for you, Belinda."

"Ummm. I guess there's nothing that you won't do, in that case, is there?" Amanda said.

"Now that you mention it..." Belinda sighed.

James didn't understand this at all.

And then he did!

Amanda reached under the girl, her palm turned upward, and cupped a plump tit, squeezing gently and then, pulling at the stiff nipple.

James gasped.

He said, "I never knew..."

Amanda winked at him and said, "I never did, before tonight, darling."

And that was true.

If he didn't realize that she meant earlier that night, that was his fault.

"But if you're going to fuck our baby-sitter, it's only fair that I have her, too, darling," Amanda said, feeling confident now -- feeling that she had the upper hand. And a hand up under Belinda's fat tits, pulling and caressing. It was just as well that she'd already had a lesson in sixty-nining, thought Amanda, for this situation simply cried out for that lovely linkage. But she was in no great hurry now. This was her first threesome, as well as Belinda's, and she intended to savor the preliminaries and the variations.

"Keep fucking her, darling -- but slowly -- don't come yet," Amanda whispered.

James, stunned but happy, slid his fat prick up and down in the nymphette's slippery gash and waited in wonderment to see what his wife would do.

She did just about everything.

Moving to the front, she kissed Belinda on the lips, passionately, still feeling her tits. Then she ducked down and, turning her face upward, began to suck the girl's nipples. She glanced at James, smiling at his stunned expression. She sat up again, her knees raised and parted. Belinda reached out and began to finger her cunt, rubbing the clit and then pushing two fingers up the slot, while James thrilled to the sight and was bewildered by the fact. He began to wonder if there were things that he had failed to understand about women.

Amanda crawled around behind them.

She ran her tongue up the crack of James' ass and pushed it into his asshole, fluttering, rimming him as he slowly fucked the lewdlet. Going down, she tongued his balls. James began to jerk spasmodically. His strokes became erratic.

Then Amanda stretched out on the floor, facing in the opposite direction from Belinda.

She slid under them.

Belinda gave a little cry of joy and lowered her face into Amanda's sodden crotch. She began to tongue and suck on that juicy cunt with loud slurping passion.

Amanda tilted her head back and, from below, commenced to give head to both James and Belinda at the same time. She fitted her lips to the girl's cunt so that James was running his stalk right through her mouth each time it pushed up the baby-sitter's pussy. Her nimble tongue flashed about, lapping balls, prick and pussy in wild alternation.

James recovered from his amazement.

He had never realized that his wife would be willing to suck a cunt -- especially a cunt that was chock-a-block full of his fat prick -- but it was a thing about which he had often had erotic fantasies. Now it was reality. He began to fuck through Amanda's mouth and up Belinda's cunt with inspiration.

His balls burst and he spilled a thick load of cum into Belinda's snatch. It came bubbling out, overflowing into Amanda's hungry mouth. Belinda, whimpering, came with him, adding her hot cunt juice to his jism as the succulent blend poured into Amanda's greedy mouth. Belinda sucked furiously on Amanda's smoking cunt and Amanda, drinking a double load at one end, poured her own hot juice out into Belinda's loving face.

Amanda pulled James' prick right out of Belinda's hole and took it into her mouth, milking out a few drops of spunk that had lurked in the knob, then returned to the baby-sitter's sweet crotch and finished sucking it dry while Belinda emptied Amanda's cunt with eager relish.

James was spent -- for the moment.

But when he saw the two women continue to sixty-nine, he got hard all over again and joined in, switching this time so that he was fucking his wife and Belinda was getting the oral pleasure of sucking prick and pussy at the same time.

It was quite a night.

Nor was it the last of those nights.

They hired Belinda to baby-sit three times a week in the future -- but they seldom went out.

On the rare occasions that they did go out, they went to see Tracy.

THE END

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