Chapter 3
Becky walked around for several days in a trance, not quite believing what had happened between her and Diggens in the darkened garage. She'd seemed so in control of everything. For months she'd enjoyed teasing him, leading him on, as she liked to do with so many men. And suddenly things had gotten out of hand. He'd caught her with her pants down, so to speak, and had fucked the ass off her before she'd quite realized what had happened.
She couldn't get over the way he'd pulled out of her at the last minute, as if he didn't care at all about what she was feeling. All that cum! Why, he'd covered her in it! She'd been bathed in the stuff, from crotch to tits, splattered and soiled purposely! It had felt so strange!
But it had felt kind of neat in a way, she had to admit. It had been quite exciting. If only he hadn't had to pull out to do it! She'd felt so empty, so hungry as he'd pumped out his jism all over her. It might be fun to try something like that again, in the future, but only after she'd come! Only after she didn't need the cock inside her any more!
She didn't see Diggens for nearly a week, and then he just smiled at her strangely from across the flowerbeds one morning, as if nothing had happened between them. He didn't seem in the slightest bit worried that she'd tell anyone about their get-together. He just seemed very content, as though he'd finally gotten what he'd wanted all these months and he was now content to let things be. Even when she strolled down the driveway in her cut-offs, he was nowhere around to ogle her.
And she didn't really mind. Carrying on an affair with a married next-door neighbor who was old enough to be her father was certainly a risky business. They were sure to be found out sooner cir later. And for now she had lots of other things to keep her busy. Like her babysitting, for example. There'd be no mention of either car washing or payment fee after the fuck session in the garage. And in a way she was glad. She was a babysitter, not a whore.
She had several jobs that week, and she sat through them in something of a daze, staring at TV with her mind drifting round in the clouds somewhere. It wasn't till the weekend that she finally started taking an interest in life once mare.
She was at the Randall's house, babysitting their two small boys, and she'd become half interested, in some stupid TV show when Mr. Randall burst back into the house. He and his good-looking young wife Sandra had left less than an hour before and Becky thought he'd forgotten something. She smiled pleasantly as he paced back and forth in front of her, shifting nervously on the couch whenever he looked at her.
"Shit, what a boring party!" he complained finally. "And Sandra's making eyes at that asshole Larry again. I couldn't stand it."
Becky didn't know what to say. She gazed up at him and waited for him to go on. But he seemed quite content just to look at her. He was examining her carefully, glaring at her tits and then at her face as if he were about to ask her something. He appeared to be very restless.
He was really very attractive, Becky mused, eyeing him in return. He was one of the youngest of the several young marrieds that she babysat for and she often found herself looking forward to coming to his house. He was in his mid-twenties. He was dark and sturdy, with piercing brown eyes and a moustache that she thought was real cute.
"Do you want me to leave then? Are you going to stay home?" she queried, hoping he'd let her stay. Her eyes smiled at him warmly.
"Oh no, honey, I don't want you to leave, I came back just to see you, as a matter of fact. You're gorgeous, has anyone ever told you that?" He was staring directly into her deep cleavage, and Becky found herself blushing. She was not a girl who blushed easily. She was far from shy. But for some reason she flushed under the piercing stare of the young Frank Randall. Maybe it was because he was so direct. Most guys who were attracted to her seemed a bit intimidated by her good looks, as if they thought her unapproachable. He wasn't. He was confident and cool.
"You're the sexiest, most beautiful baby sitter we've ever had. I think about you a lot." He thought about her a lot! Was he kidding her, or what? This was unreal! Surely he must be teasing her! She let her eyes drop from his face and found herself gazing right at his bulging crotch. The swell of his cock and balls were right at her eye level, and she couldn't really ignore them. She glared at the bulge thoughtfully, trying to imagine what his prick must look like.
"Married life isn't always what it's cracked up to be," he went on, noticing the direction of her gaze. He stepped toward her casually, his hands on his hips, a slight smile on his face. "In fact sometimes it can be a real fuck-up."
Becky kept her eyes on his crotch the whole time he was approaching her. When he was about a foot from her, he stopped, stared down at the top of her blonde head. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know where to look. What was this all about? Just what was going on here? His cock and balls looked so big!
"Would you like to suck me off?" he asked her, quite casually. "Would you like to take my cock out and suck it?"
Becky gulped and looked up at him quickly. Then she stared back down again. She swallowed noisily, her mind racing. She did! Oh God, she did! He was so cute! His cock and balls looked so interesting! She couldn't deny that she wanted to do exactly what he'd just suggested. But she couldn't bring herself to say it. Not yet.
"Well?" he leered, his voice tense. "You've been eyeing my cock for the past ten minutes. Do you want to put it in your mouth and suck it, or don't you?"
"Yes," she muttered softly, keeping her eyes cast down. "Yes I do."
"Yes, what? What do you want to do?" he persisted, determined to make her say the words. He loved to hear young girls mouthing obscenities.
"Yes, I want to suck you off. I want to put your cock in my mouth and suck it." There, she said it! And it felt good! It felt good to admit it!
"Okay. Then let's go to it. No point in fucking around. Unzip my fly." He smirked down at her, his hands still on his hips, his crotch-thrusting out suggestively.
Becky brought up her hand, clasped the tab of his fly between her thumb and forefinger. She tugged down and there was a loud zipping sound. She unsnapped his pants and pulled them down to the floor. Then she hooked her fingers in his shorts and slid them quickly down his legs. Finally she glanced up. Her eyes widened as she stared at his cock and balls. She hadn't expected anything quite so big, even when she'd examined the bulge in his pants. His prick was about eight inches long, and it wasn't even erect! It hung down from a thick growth of crotch hair like a limp snake, its head thrust out from its foreskin. It looked too thick to get her fingers around.
It was a dark brownish color, except for the mushroom head, which was a deep shade of purple, and two veins pulsed up its side, which were blue. It hung a little to the left, and as she watched, it began to twitch upwards ever so slightly. It was pointing at her crotch accusingly.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked, studying her reaction. "Is it a nice cock or what? What do you think?"
"It's beautiful. It's lovely," Becky praised, glaring at it with big round eyes. His nuts dangled down below in a huge pouch, like two captured billiard balls. Tiny black hairs bristled on the leathery sac.
"Then why don't you touch it? Why don't you play with it? Don't be scared. It won't hurt you!"
"I'm not scared!" Becky shot back, and in truth she wasn't. She'd just been caught a little off guard again, that's all, and she needed a moment or two to adjust.
Slowly, she planted her fingers under the great heavy head of his cock. She lifted it up, hefted it on her palm, and stared at the winking piss-slit. The thing gleamed at her wetly, like a reptile. His balls shifted in their pouch as the skin at the base of his cock stretched.
"It's so big!" she muttered, her mouth watering. "I can't get over how big it is!"
It occurred to her to tell him about Diggens' cock and how it had been one of the biggest she'd ever seen. But she changed her mind at the last minute. Men never liked to be compared to each other. They were so sensitive about those things. Randall's cock would be the bigger of the two when stiff, but she decided not to mention it.
"Have you handled many cocks?" he asked her, savoring the feel of her long cool fingers on his heated prick. He was going to have some hard-on by the time this little bitch was through with him, he could tell. The sight of her sweet and innocent face inches from his prick was driving him crazy already.
"I'm not telling!" she teased, smiling up at him. She curled her slender fingers under and around his growing prick and tilted it upright, her eyes taking in every inch of its mottled surface. It was like some great bat handle in her fist.
"I think you have. Looks to me like you know how to handle cocks," he went on. She was really handling him tenderly, expertly, careful not to hurt him.
Her one hand began to shuck up and down ever so gently on his cock while the other one came up to cup and caress the swinging sac of his balls. She played with the delicate bag and squeezed very softly, joggling the twin nuts against each other like hard-boiled eggs. She raised her eyes to his face to check out his reaction.
"Yeah, that feels so nice," he encouraged. "Your hand feels so good on my cock!"
She played for several more seconds. Then she leaned forward, opened her mouth, and poked out her tongue. She was searching for his balls. When she finally found one with her tongue-tip she nudged it back and forth like a piece of candy. She gave it several long licks and made it gleam with spit.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned suddenly, surprised that she'd caught on so fast. This one didn't seem to need much instruction! She seemed to have everything well under control!
"That feel good? My tongue feel good on your balls?"
"Ohhh fuck, you guessed it!" he wheezed. "Lick them balls! Lick them aching balls!"
Pumping his cock slowly in one hand, Becky slopped her lush mouth about on his ball sac. Smudges of pretty pink lipstick began to appear on the dangling hairy pouch. When she dipped her head forward a fraction more and turned her face to one side, one of his swollen nuts plopped between her lips easily.
"Ohhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" he mumbled, watching his ball disappear inside her warm wet mouth. She was sucking on it, rolling it about on her tongue, and bathing it in the lush heat of her mouth. It bulged out one of her cheeks lewdly.
"Mmmpppfff!" she said, chewing on his ball gently. A man's balls were so sensitive, she knew. Her mouth lifted off his captured nut, spit it out noisily. She snorted loudly and attacked the other one, siphoning it inside her lips before he realized what was happening. She licked and sucked at this one just as hungrily, rolling her eyes up to his face suggestively. She seemed to be smiling.
"Ohhhhh! Suck them balls! Suck them fucking balls!" he encouraged, truly impressed with her talents. And he thought he'd have to lead her every step of the way! This little slut could probably teach him a thing or two!
Becky backed off him one last time. When she dipped back down, she struggled to suck both balls, his entire ball sac, inside her gaping mouth. The nuts swung this way and that, and she had to chase them about some, but at last she cornered them, trapped them under the nook of his thighs. She wriggled her lips forward and slopped both his aching nuts inside her mouth.
"Mnmmnnnnmmmmnnn!" he groaned softly, her mouth driving him mad. She was using her mouth like an experienced whore! And she was just a sweet neighborhood teenager!
Becky snorted and puffed in his crotch, her nose suck deep into his thigh. His balls bulged out both her cheeks, making her look as though she had the mumps. Her eyes popped and her nostrils flared and she gurgled deep in her throat. She used her tongue to lick and tease his captured nuts, diddling them this way and that and getting tiny hairs caught between her teeth.
Then she backed off quickly, spurting the wet ball sac from her mouth with an obscene, squishing sound. Tiny beads of spit dripped from his ball hairs. She gave the pouch a last little kiss then turned her eyes up at him again and began to lick lovingly up from the base of his cock.
"Shit, you really like this, don't you!" he marveled. "You really love to use your mouth on a guy, huh? I don't believe it!"
Up the length of his hardening cock Becky licked with slow sweeps of her tongue. She started at the bottom and worked her way up a few inches at a time, forcing the loose outer skin of his shaft up and down as she moved. In seconds his growing prick was shining brightly with saliva and lip-gloss.
"Mmmmmmm, feels good, hey?" she asked sweetly, staring up at him as she licked. "My tongue feel real good on your cock?"
He glared down at her, thrilled that she seemed to be enjoying herself so. How many chicks got into oral sex as willingly as this? And how many were as good at it? Not many in his experience, that was for sure. Certainly not his wife Sandra, who seemed to find the whole notion revolting.
Becky's fist had stopped pumping him for the moment, for she was approaching the head of the cock with her mouth. She used her fingers to prop him upright, and licked the last few inches more slowly than the rest. Her tongue wrapped around his prick, wetting the shaft and making it shine. Her chin gleamed with her own saliva.
"Are you going to suck it now?" he breathed, his heart pounding. "Are you going to take it in your mouth and suck it?"
"What do you think?" she teased, still staring at him. "Is that what you want? Would you like me to suck you off?" Again he groaned deeply. She seemed to enjoy talking this way as much as he did! She appeared to love the long slow ritual of easy sex. What a girl! What a fantastic girl! What would he give for a long weekend with this little slut!
"It seems to be ready. It sure seems to be ready for sucking," she said casually. "I guess we may as well go ahead. I guess I may as well suck you off!"
"Ohhhhnnnnnn!" Randall croaked, his balls churning.
She was holding his hard-on directly in front of her face, eyeing it curiously. And suddenly she stuck out her tongue again and licked it beneath its swollen head. It tilted upwards, forced higher by her wet tongue, and then slipped off to one side and smeared a clear trail of pre-cum juice down her cheek. It vibrated up and down in the air heavily.
"Naughty, naughty," she teased, wrapping her fingers around it strongly and pulling it back in front of her face. A pearl of clear cum seeped out its piss-slit and she licked it off with the tip of her tongue.
"Oooohhhh, God! Ohhh, God!" moaned Randall. If she kept this up, he'd be shooting before she even got him inside!
"You're leaking! Your cock's oozing all this stuff!" She pouted, watching as yet another glob of juice slipped from the cock head. "I guess you're pretty excited, huh? I guess I've gotten you all hot and bothered!"
Randall tried to say something, but for the moment no sound would come, out from his gasping lips. He glared down at her stupidly, totally at the mercy of the horny teenager. He just stood there, bare-assed in his own living room, his cock a giant boom of flesh in her expert hands.
"Well, what a naughty cock! What a naughty cock!" she was saying over and over again, licking its head time and again. And then she gave it one last glance, angled her head, and then slipped the swollen prick head between her full and pouty lips.
She sank lower, sucking in inch after inch of granite hard shaft till half the thing was in her mouth. Her velvet tongue guided it back into her throat and swirled up and around the sides of the thing. It was throbbing hotly, still leaking warm pre-cum juice.
"Ohhh shit!" he wheezed, watching her cheeks swell and hollow as she sucked on him. "What a mouth! What a fine mouth for sucking you've got, little girl!"
Becky was resting a moment, her lips wrapped tightly around the bulk of his cock. Then she was lunging lower, closing her eyes in concentration. She dropped down rapidly, slipping in five, six, and seven inches of cock at one gulp. She paused only a second then continued, drilling every last inch of his giant prick inside her mouth with one final fast movement of her head.
"Ohhh, fuck! What a sucker! What a fine little cocksucker you are! You took it all! You sucked it all inside!" Randall croaked. He could feel her hot breath against his lower belly.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" Becky snorted, her face full of cock. "Mmmmmmffffff! Ggggggnnnnnn!"
Her mouth raised up on his cock, leaving it glistening with spit and lip-gloss. But as soon as she reached the head, she drove back down, burying the thing to the hilt. Then up she rose, and back down. She set up a steady sucking rhythm on his cock, driving her face up and down on him in a mad dance.
"Feels so good! Feels so fucking good!" he groaned, shifting his hips back and forth gently.
He didn't really have to do anything. She had it all under control. She had a hand clasped on his balls and she was squeezing and caressing softly, coaxing up his cum. The other hand stayed poised at the base of his cock, and each time her mouth rose up, her fingers curled around his cock quickly and gave him a crazy little jerk. She was masturbating him and sucking him at the same time.
And she began to hum deep inter throat. It was like a low growl, very soft and very sexy. He swore he could feel the vibrations on the shaft of his prick. She was sucking him off like an expert.
"You sure know what you're doing, little girl!" he praised, amazed that his sweet little babysitter seemed so experienced at cock sucking.
"Mmmmmmffffff!" Becky moaned. She had sucked him to total and complete erection, drawing up his cock till it tilted to the ceiling like a rocket. Now all she had to do was bring him off. All she had to do was suck up his jism.
"You suck so good! You suck so fucking good!" he wailed. "Where did you learn to suck cocks like this? Did you go to cock sucking school or what? You're so good! Ohhh! Ohhh!"
Becky really was doing a terrific job. Her head moved up and down with even, regular strokes, and her tongue licked him every which way. She was even using her cheeks, puffing them in and out on his cock as if she were playing it like an instrument. From time to time she let the cock slip from her mouth altogether. Then she kissed and licked it, rubbing it over her face.
"You ready for my jism? I'm going to come real soon. You ready for a mouthful of creamy jism?" he grunted, driving his hips at her. The cum was swirling in his balls, coned up by her squeezing fingers.
"Mmnimmmffffff, yes!" she moaned, glancing up at him. "Come in my mouth! I want to taste your stuff! I want to taste your stuff I want to drink down all your hot spunk!"
Her lips corkscrewed back over his cock head and plunged halfway down his shaft. Her fist circled the cock base and pumped up and down, making his balls jiggle in her fingers. She bucked back and forth, licked his cock shaft hungrily, then backed off, turned her eyes up to his. Her fist shucked on him.
"You ready? You really ready to come?" Her lovely face was gleaming.
"Fuck, of course! Mmmmmmnnnnnn! Suck it! Suck my cock! I'm going to come any fucking second!" And he drove his cock through the tight circle of her hand, humping it up toward her face.
She bent her head quickly and sucked him inside, twisting her fist on the cock base and making lewd squeaking noises. Her mouth began to buck up and down on him crazily, and her bright blonde hair bounced prettily. It would only be a matter of seconds now, she realized, and he would be over the edge. She could feel tremors and twitches at the base of his cock and in his balls.
"Ggggggllllllgggggg!" she spurted, her mouth and throat suddenly clogged with what seemed like a quart of hot jism. It was as if she'd stuck her mouth over a faucet and turned the thing on full force. Her mouth was being pumped full of creamy liquid.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!" he groaned, driving his cock between her sucking lips with long, vicious lunges. "Coming in your mouth! Just like you said! I'm spurting my cum into your mouth! Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhh!"
His prick sawed in and out, and each time he drove his split cock head in violent little bursts and hit the roof of her mouth or the back of her throat, forcing her head to rear back, her neck to recoil. It was as if she were being repeatedly slapped.
She grunted, swallowing as fast as possible. Her throat heaved with the effort. And down squished his jism, between her cheeks and gums, under her tongue, and back into her sucking throat.
"Suck it all down! Eat my jizz!" he croaked, amazed that she seemed to be swallowing all he had to offer. Her lips slid up and down on him expertly, siphoning up the scalding cream. So far she had not lost a single drop.
It was all a matter of timing, Becky was musing calmly. It didn't matter how much cum a guy shot off, you could swallow it all if you timed your gulps right. You had to wait for the tell tale twitches in the cock base, then, as soon as your mouth filled up with cream, you gulped deeply once or twice. You could have your mouth and throat clear before the next thick blast shot free.
"Ohhhhhh, what a mouth! What a fantastic, hot little mouth!" Randall groaned, shooting the last of his jism into the sweet teenager's sucking mouth. "You took it all! You took every last fucking drop of cum!"
Becky swallowed noisily, her eyes fixed on his sweating face. She let her cheeks balloon out with a thick load of cream, and then sucked it all down to her stomach. Only a tiny trail of white seeping from the left corner of her mouth showed what she'd been drinking. She backed off his cock, let it swing damply in the air. Then she opened her mouth and turned her face toward him, showing him what was inside.
He gaped, examining her white-coated tongue and her creamy lips as she smiled up at him suggestively. She swirled her tongue around and licked her lips, as if she'd just eaten the most satisfying meal of her life. A look of total contentment spread across her lovely teenage features.
"I love to drink cum! Every guy tastes different, you know? It's like they all have different flavors. Can you imagine? Fresh flavors of cum! They should sell the stuff to horny girls like me! They'd make a fortune!"
Randall stared down at her tiredly, watching her smack her lips and pump his softening cock in her expert fingers. His prick was drooling a clear warm liquid over her jerking hand. His cock was turning into a long thick noodle. He tried to back away from her, but she held on to him tightly.
"It's such far-out stuff," she went on matter-of-factly. "It's so warm and sticky. Kind of like glue, or wax or something, you know? I really love it. I really love to eat it."
And as he watched her, Becky leaned in toward his wilting cock and gave it a loving kiss, planting her full cum-smeared lips on the limp shaft. She rolled her eyes up to him and smiled a teasing little-girl smile. Then she began licking his cock slowly and deliberately.