Chapter 6
Dick Gentry hadn't paid much attention to the babysitters he and his wife June had employed over the years. They'd always seemed so alike, brainless little teenagers with bad complexions and tight blue jeans. He'd given them their money at the end of the evening, drove them home afterwards, and that was it. He never gave them a second thought.
Then along came Becky. She really made him sit up and take notice. She struck a chord in him and he found himself getting a hard-on whenever she crossed his mind. One night he even had a wet dream about her. He imagined her wrapping those pouty red lips of hers around his prick and pumping him in her fist till he splattered her throat with hot jism.
It wasn't that she was any brighter or better informed than any of the other girls they'd used, of course. If anything, she struck him as rather more empty-headed than average. But this was somehow part of her appeal. She gave him looks sometimes with those enormous empty blue eyes of hers that said, she'd be willing to do anything, let herself be used in any degrading manner, if you showed her the way. You could do with her whatever you wanted, she seemed to be saying, if only you had the guts to try.
On top of all this, of course, she was by far the most beautiful of the sitters. She had bright blonde hair done up in those tiny ripples that were currently so popular. Her complexion was flawless. Her mouth, always full and suggestive, damn near drove him mad. The way she could lick her lips made his balls churn.
She had a girlish body, but with amazing fullness in the right places. Her ass was so tight and trim, her waist so narrow. And yet she had these colossal tits bulging out her sweaters and tops, with nipples that stuck out so far they looked like they'd wear holes right through her clothes. Her legs were long and lean.
Yes, she was a gorgeous little cunt all right. But so what? What could he do about it? He was a happily married man, after all, and she was just a friendly neighborhood teenager. Thinking about her in sexual terms was madness. It could bring him nothing but grief. Yet he couldn't stop thinking of her in this way. He couldn't get the image of her out of his head.
What made it especially difficult was that this past week or two she seemed to be coming on to him. She seemed to be welcoming his lustful looks. Tonight, as he drove home with his wife, he was determined to do something about it. Either he'd stop her eyeing him that way, embarrass her into quitting, or what? Well, that remained to be seen. All he knew was, he couldn't go on this way. He was losing sleep.
He waited till his wife had padded off toward the bedroom and he had paid the teenager her money. Then, when he was leading Becky downstairs to the car, he touched her arm, stopped her, as they were about to go through the side door to the garage. They were in the rumpus room, alongside the pool table that was Gentry's pride and joy.
"Becky..." he began, his heart pounding softly. What was the matter with him? She was just a teenage babysitter!
"Yes, Mr. Gentry?" she answered, turning her big blue eyes up toward him.
She was a little breathless herself, and not just because she found Mr. Gentry sp handsome. She'd been thinking about him for several days, and shed was wondering how, once out in the car, she could make a pass at him.
"I..." He mumbled, gaping at her a little stupidly. His eyes fell to her tits and for the moment he couldn't speak. They were thrusting out her light sweater like ripe melons.
"Is anything wrong?" she teased, her eyes laughing, she knew exactly what was wrong. It was the same thing that was wrong with all the horny older men she came in contact with. He wanted to fuck her! He wanted to fuck her and fill her full of jism!
I... I want to... talk to you, he muttered, feeling a bit like a young boy asking for his first date. "There's something I want to ask you."
Becky turned to face him fully and stepped closer. Her fine young tits were nearly touching his shirtfront. He waited for a moment, and she stared up at him, a slight smile on her lips, her eyes twinkling. Her mouth was open just a fraction and he could see her tongue playing about between her even white teeth.
"You've been looking at me strangely these past few weeks. I want to know why!" he burst out, finally looking her in the eye. "Is there something wrong with me?"
Becky smiled warmly, flattered by his obvious embarrassment. "I think you're sexy," she said softly, touching his chest with the palm of her hand. "I think you're one of the sexiest men I know."
Gentry felt the familiar stirring in his crotch. Her hand on his chest was warm and caressing. He wanted to grab her in his arms, crush her to him. But something held him back. He kept thinking of his wife upstairs. He didn't say anymore. He gazed into her gorgeous teenage face and tried to figure out what was going on in that empty head.
"In fact I've been thinking of you a lot lately," she went on, circling her fingers about on his chest. Suddenly one of his shirt buttons popped open and her eyes widened in mock surprise. "Did I do that? How naughty of me! Oh there goes another one! And another!"
Her fingers played about on his chest, flicking open button after button till she had his shirt completely undone. She stared into his eyes the whole time she was doing this, smiling slyly. And he didn't make any move to resist. He couldn't speak. He couldn't move. All he could do was watch her.
"I think you're so sexy!" she murmured huskily, her voice growing heavy with lust. "You've no idea! I want to suck you off! Will you let me? Will you let me take your cock in my mouth and suck you off?"
Gently groaned softly. He watched as she leaned toward him, planted a kiss on his nipple. Then she was moving down, scraping her tongue over his chest. She poked her tongue tip into his navel and circled it about. Her fingers began to unbuckle his belt.
"I've wanted to suck you off for so long!" she rambled on, sinking onto her knees on the floor. She unzipped him and his slacks fell to the carpet. She tugged on his shorts and thrust them eagerly down his legs. His cock pointed to the ground at a forty-five-degree angle. It was thickening steadily.
Gentry couldn't quite believe this was happening. If he'd ever imagined getting it on with Becky, it hadn't been like this. He'd imagined himself as the seducer, the one calling the shots. He would be the one undressing her, not she him. Yet here he was standing passively, letting her strip him. And he was enjoying it. The sight of her on her knees in front of him, her bright blonde head shining, was incredibly erotic.
Then her long cool fingers were curling around his hanging cock, and he felt his legs tense. She was turning and twisting his cock tenderly in her fist, eyeing it carefully, as if she wanted to get to know it completely. And she was shucking it up and down slowly in the tight circle of her fingers, priming it and testing its weight.
"Your cock's fantastic!" she murmured admiringly, examining the thick blue veins and the foreskin at its tip. Each time she thrust down on the cock, the skin peeled back and the huge dome of his cock head soared into view, shining wetly.
His throat suddenly dry and scratchy. Her hand was so light, so expert on his prick! Even his own wife didn't handle him as tenderly as this!
She began to kiss his cock, licking along the throbbing hunk of meat and scouring it with her tongue. She kept her eyes glued to his face the whole time and smiled at him teasingly, watching his reaction. She had a fair idea of what the sight of her licking his cock must be doing to him.
"Jesus, honey! Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, realizing even as he said it how stupid it sounded. "I mean, do you really want to suck me off?"
In answer to his question, she twisted his cock shaft in her fist and corkscrewed the head between her lips. She dipped her face low on him and siphoned in two or three inches of growing cock. She started bucking her blonde head up and down on him. Her fist primed the base roughly.
"Ohhh, honey! Ohhh, honey!" He gazed down at her lovely face and watched her suck his shaft, sucking in three, four and five inches at a time. The thing had grown almost to full size now and its head was denting her smooth cheek each time she slid up the trunk.
"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" Becky warbled, a deep, satisfied sound that said she was enjoying herself thoroughly. She was twisting the cock base in her fingers and making the reddened flesh squeak. Her hair bobbed up and down prettily.
Without warning, she stopped, lifted her sucking mouth off his hard-on, and stared at the thing as if she'd had a sudden thought. She squeezed it in her fist, smiled curiously, and then began rubbing the cock head on her face, smearing it up and down on her cheeks and across the bridge of her nose. Her eyes closed tightly and she crammed the cock head against the lids, smudging the sockets with tiny trails of pre-cum juice.
"Ohhh, no! I don't believe it!" Gentry croaked, glaring at her in fascination. "Becky honey! Becky honey!"
Her long eyelashes were glistening with pre-cum sauce. There were trails of the clear liquid up her cheeks and along side her nose. Her fist clamped the cock tightly and she continued on her way, mashing the head against her face as if it were some new treatment for teenage complexions. She finally slopped it against her lips and sucked the bulbous knob inside.
"Mmmmmm! Mmmmmm!" she moaned ecstatically, resuming her up-and-down movements on his prick. Her free hand was cupping his balls and caressing them wantonly.
"I can't stand it! Ohhh fuck, I can't stand it!" he grunted suddenly, and he was reaching for her, slipping his hands into her armpits. He hauled her up, forcing her to release the cock from her mouth. Then he was pulling her backwards toward the pool table.
"No! Give me your cock! I want to suck your cock!" she wailed. "Let me suck it! Let me suck your big thick cock!"
His slacks tangled around his ankles, Gentry hauled her roughly to the pool table. He bent her backwards over its side and tugged her onto its flat green surface, using every ounce of his strength to control her erratic wriggling. He flipped her onto her back in front of him, lowered her head till it tilted backwards over the table's edge. Her blonde hair cascaded to the floor.
"Sssshhhhhh! You can suck it! I'll let you suck it!" he groaned, fearful lest his wife should hear them. "But I've got to do it this way! I've just got to! Here! Here it is!"
Her face was upside down in front of his enormous cock and he was poking it at her, trying to get it back into her mouth. But she didn't seem to understand. She was still struggling, reaching for his cock and trying to raise herself up off the table at the same time. Her face was flushed and tense.
"Here, you stupid cunt! I'm going to fuck your face! Relax and open your mouth! I'm going to shove my cock down your throat and fuck your face! Ohhhhhh!"
He was prodding his cock every which way on her face, bumping her cheeks and her nose with the hard wet head. But suddenly she seemed to hear him. She was still, her body went limp on the table, and her mouth opened wide. He drove, forward, plowing his prick head and three inches of dick into her mouth with one strong lunge. He waited, gave her a second to adjust to the bulling, erection, then plunged the rest of it forward, burying every last inch of cock in her upside down face.
She gurgled, her eyelids fluttering. She gazed up between his legs and studied the great velvety pouch of his balls as it dangled inches from her. She could see the corded muscles of his thighs and the crook of his ass.
But then he was fucking her, drilling his hard-on in and out of her mouth with a vengeance. His balls swung crazily before her and his ass cheeks flexed. Each time he drove forward, his nut-bag dragged roughly up over her forehead, scraped along her nose, and ended up caught against her upper lip. It blocked off both nostrils completely.
"Ohhh, Jesus! Ohhh, Jesus!" he croaked, knifing his cock into her throat again and again. The heavy jism was boiling in his nuts and he was no longer in control of his actions. He carved her mouth open with his prick, half out of his mind.
He was holding her down on the table by her thighs, but suddenly he let her go and gripped the tops of her blue jeans in his fingers. He pulled apart and there was a tremendous ripping sound as he burst the fly and shredded the pants off her crotch. Her pretty blue panties stretched taut across her pussy and he tore these off too, freeing her bristling twat bush with a vicious motion.
"What a cunt! What a cunt!" he groaned. He dropped down on top of her, glued his mouth to the hair-lined slice of her girlish cunt. He dug his tongue inside her and began ramming it back and forth, up and down, as he pumped his cock into her throat.
"Mmmmmffffff!" Becky bleated, totally helpless beneath him. She clutched his muscled thighs tensely and tried to keep her throat aligned, so that he wouldn't hurt her with his plunging cock. She snuffled and snorted onto his balls as she tried to suck in enough air.
"Sssppplllfff!" he slobbered into her cunt, nipping at the oozing folds of twat tissue with his lips. Her cunt was gaping wide for him, seeping a thick, creamy fluid onto his tongue. He was using his mouth to pry the cunt lips even farther apart, sucking and slurping nosily. She already seemed wide enough to get a fist into.
And Becky gazed up into the crook of his ass in panic, fearful of what she knew was about to happen. The corded bulk of his heavily veined prick plunged and withdrew in front of her eye, its trunk all glistening with her saliva. His balls danced wildly on he face. She clenched his thighs tight, barely aware that below he had torn her pants off and was eating her cunt. Her breath blew up into his crotch.
"Ohhh, fuck! Ohhh, fuck!" he gasped suddenly, lifting his gunk-smeared face up off her twat. "I'm coming! I'm coming down your throat! Ohhhh, fuck!"
He plunged inside her two or three more times and Becky felt his cock head twitch. Suddenly her entire mouth was ballooning with spunk, shot to overflowing with a great heavy draft of hot cream. It coated her tongue, splattered the roof of her mouth. Two thick white trails escaped from the corners of her mouth.
Then he was plunging forward, driving all the scalding jism down her throat to her belly. She swallowed frantically, knowing full well that this was only the beginning, and that now he was started, he wouldn't stop till his swinging balls were empty. The cum chugged to her stomach thickly, like glue.
"Ohhh, shit, it feels so good! Feels so good to be coming down your throat!" he wailed, his face red and gleaming with sweat. He drove in and out steadily, and great strings of white jism dripped and drooled from his cock shaft and splattered her face.
"Mmmmffffff!" she complained, her fingers digging deep into his thighs. Another huge blast of spunk shot out into her mouth and she was coughing, gagging on the stuff, snorting it up into her nasal passages and exploding it from her flared nostrils. She painted his balls with speckles of his jism.
His cock head spasmed and poured out jet after jet of the steaming liquid, clogging her mouth to capacity and choking up her bobbing throat. In and out, in and out he drove, his head suspended over her gaping pink cunt. And try as she might, she couldn't keep up. He seemed to have quarts of the stuff. No sooner had she cleared away one blast with a deep sucking when another shot ripped free, forcing her cheeks to balloon wide.
More and more jizz escaped from the corners of her mouth. It poured like mercury up her cheeks and pooled in her eye sockets, messing up her pretty face obscenely. And her nose snorted the stuff. Her raw and reddened lips were coated as if she'd been sucking ice cream.
"Drink it all down! Drink it all down!" he grunted, his ass cheeks positioning back and forth in a pale blur. "Suck it all down! Suck it all down to your belly!"
Becky gurgled. Her neck rippled wildly with the effort of swallowing, and her head was jerked up and down with the harsh thrusts of his hips.
He blasted out another wad of cum. And another. The stuff spat down her throat and slithered to her belly quickly. She gulped it down, wondering when it all would end. He couldn't have much more to shoot! He just couldn't! She'd suffocate on the stuff! She'd fucking drown! "Oh, baby! Oh, honey!" he moaned, mashing his balls onto her spunk-smeared face. "Take it all! Take every drop of it! Drink it all down!"
Becky swallowed one more time, sucked down a great sizzling glob of spunk, and it was over. His balls were empty. He continued to pump into her, driving his cock head far into her throat. But he was finished. He'd shot the last of his steaming jism. It drooled down her face, seeping from her mouth and her nose, making her skin shine.
She slobbered, curling her tongue around his bloated cock shaft. She breathed a deep sigh of relief.