Chapter 8
Becky was swimming long slow laps in the Todds' pool, exercising away all the aches and pains of the last few days. She'd really been through quite a sex course, fucking and sucking in so many different places and positions that it was confusing. And it had all culminated in her ass-fuck with Tom Carver the other night. Or had it?
Was there something she hadn't tried? Was there anything that she hadn't done? She suspected so, but she couldn't quite say what. As she swam back and forth, she had the distinct feeling that before long she'd be trying something new.
Danny Wilkens was waiting for her on one of the deck chairs, and the odd combination of misery and excitement in his face as he watched her told her she was in for more sex as soon as she finished her swim. The thing was, with Danny she couldn't expect anything too out of the ordinary.
But the night was young and anything could happen. Why, later that night, Mr. Todd would be back and he might be in the mood for some fun and games. Or that handsome houseguest of his with whom he and his wife had gone off tonight to some fancy party. What was his name again? Teddy Cruickshank? What an odd name! Just the sound of it was kinky. She'd only met him briefly, just as she arrived to baby-sit, but boy, was he cute!
Danny was here visiting with her though, and that presented problems. As a rule she didn't let him come see her when she was babysitting. She had enough of him during her free time. But tonight Mr. Todd had told her she could use the pool as long as she liked, and she'd made the mistake of telling Danny over the phone. He'd insisted on coming over to swim with her, though most of the time he'd spent sitting on the deck chair staring at her. She suspected he just liked to see her in her tiny bikini.
She swam slowly, taking her time, not anxious to leave the water and have Danny immediately maul her with his eager hands. Her limbs were becoming deliciously relaxed, and even her sore asshole was recovering nicely. Why, any time now she'd be ready for another ass-fuck!
But maybe not with Tom Carver. His cock was just a little too much to take. She'd like to see him again some time, but not for a while. She needed time to recover from the ream-job he'd put her through. Yeah, she'd gotten in a little over her head there!
"Becky, are you finished yet?" Danny asked suddenly, striding to the edge of the pool. He sat down on the top step in the corner and dangled his feet in the water. There seemed to be a substantial bulge in his trunks already. Becky continued swimming, thinking quietly. How could she get rid of him? If she wanted to have some fun with Mr. Todd later, she'd have to get Danny out of here. But how? He'd never leave voluntarily. He'd insist on staying to the bitter end. He'd even offer to drive her home afterward, if Mr. Todd didn't do so. What a drag!
"I guess I'm finished, yes," she said at last, an idea slipping slyly into her head. She floated leisurely toward him, on her belly, allowing her head to drift directly between his legs as her hands found the concrete steps. Inches from her face, swollen and bulging under the dark blue material of his tight bathing suit, was his cock. It curved up and to the left from the mound of his balls, like a large banana. She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw it throb.
He sat on the top concrete step and leaned back with his elbows on the side of the pool. Water sloshed pleasantly under the cheeks of his ass. He didn't speak, but just watched her, fascinated at the sight of her platinum hair shining above the dark blue of the water. It was quite dark everywhere but for a soft glow of light from the rear of the house.
She was letting herself float closer and closer to his bloated balls, and suddenly, before he quite realized what she was doing, she had planted a oft kiss on the wet material of his swim suit right on the bulge of his aching cock head. She turned her playful eyes up to his face and smiled teasingly, like a very naughty little girl.
"You like that? You like me to kiss your cock?" she purred.
Danny groaned oddly, his eyelids drooping and his mouth falling open. Usually he had to do all the pressing when it came to sex. It was always such a struggle. Yet here she was getting all coy and playful, as if she was getting ready to go down on him right there in the Todds' swimming pool!
"I bet you love it, don't you? I bet you just love to have me kiss and play with your cock!"
She was stroking up the outsides of his thighs with her hands. Suddenly she thrust her fingers into the top of his tight trunks and pulled down. The great curving stony rod of his prick bent down under the elastic top and a look of mild panic flooded his face. But then there was a tremendous snapping sound and the great log of cock burst free and shot up into the air, spraying her face with pool water and pre-cum juice.
"Ohhhhhh!" she gasped, laughing. She glared at his crotch as she wrenched his trunks from off his balls and forced them to his thighs. "You're harder than I thought!"
Again Danny groaned, unable to believe that this was really happening. What had gotten into her? She'd never seemed this interested in him sexually before. He leaned back on the steps, completely passive. He was intrigued with what she might do next. He didn't want to spoil the magic of the moment by putting in any effort himself. Not yet.
"Suck a nice cock! Yes, such a nice hard cock for little Becky to suck on!" she purred, nuzzling her face slowly into his crotch.
She bumped her cheek up against the stiff cock, forcing it to tilt and bend this way and that. The great heavy head nudged her in the eye and slid across her forehead before falling like a vibrating pole down the side of her face. Then she brought her mouth underneath it, licking it teasingly and nipping and his balls sac with her lips.
What the hell, she thought, it was the only chance she had of getting rid of him before the Todds got home. If she sucked him off, he'd maybe leave early, his wad shot and his heart full. Otherwise, he'd hang around all night in the hopes that he'd get into her after she was through babysitting.
"Jesus, Becky!" he groaned, the feel of her soft cool mouth on his prick driving him wild. "You're fantastic! I swear, you're the most fantastic girl I've ever known!"
Becky licked up the underside of his shaft with the velvet pad of her tongue. She reared up and let the cock head bump against her soft red lips. Opening her mouth in a sexy oval, she angled down and let the bloated prick head slide eagerly into the warm chamber. It throbbed steadily.
"Ohhh, fuck, Becky! Ohhh, fuck!" he gurgled, dashing the edge of the pool tight. His eyes glazed over as he stared at the bulge in her cheek.
She was tilting her head higher, and then falling down on his erect cock, letting two, three, and four inches of hard shaft slip between her lips. Her tongue circled underneath the trunk and curled around its sides.
Her face began a gentle bobbing motion on top of his cock. And each time she dropped down on him, another inch of hardened cockmeat slid into her mouth.
"Jesus, Becky! Where did you learn to suck cock like this?" he wheezed, and for a few moments he gave the matter some thought. A girl could only suck a cock this well if she'd had a great deal of practice. Not only that, but a girl had to really enjoy cock sucking to be this expert. His heart ached at the thought of all the cocks she must have sucked in learning to do it right.
"Sssppplllfff!" she slobbered, refusing to take her mouth off his cock to answer him. Two thirds of his erect prick were disappearing into her mouth now each time she dipped low on him, and she seemed intent on working the rest of the colossal cock inside.
He watched her cheeks hollow, then balloon out as she sucked. He was fascinated at the way her lovely nostrils flared over his crotch hair. And he groaned softly as he noticed traces of her scarlet lip-gloss smeared up along the throbbing shaft. Her full lips were all over his hard-on.
"Becky honey! Becky honey!" he whimpered, half out of his mind.
Without paying him the slightest attention, she suddenly went into overdrive, plunging her mouth up and down on his cock with a vengeance. She was taking his cock inside completely now, and her lips and teeth nipped at his pubic hair on each down stroke. Her pretty nose snuffled alongside his lower belly. Her damp blonde hair danced and flailed in the air.
"This is too much! Ohhh, Becky honey! I can't stand it! Take it easy, please! You'll pull it off! You'll suck the fucking thing out by its roots!"
She stopped her rapid-fire motion as suddenly as she'd begun, and all at once she backed off his cock and let it slip steaming from her mouth. It throbbed in the air in front of her perspiring face, two great ugly purple veins pulsing in its side in the low light. The huge mushroom head shone a deep red color.
"Does that feel good? Do you like it when I suck your cock?" she asked innocently, as if she were asking if he liked the way she shook hands. Her big blue eyes were turned up toward him and they were smiling slyly. Danny couldn't speak. He just glared at her, as if he were in a dream. And his glazed eyes followed her as she dipped her head once more, stuck out her tongue, and began to lick his balls. She finally brought up her hand to circle the aching shaft of his cock, and she tugged it upwards so that the sac of his balls raised up out of the water and dangled directly in front of her waiting mouth.
"Now I'm going to eat your balls for a while! See how you like this! I'm going to suck your balls and get them good and hot!"
She opened wide her lovely lips yet again and this time let one of his sizzling nuts plop into her mouth. She basted it with her spit, and then she let it roll inside one of her cheeks and bulge out obscenely; her tongue played with it, poking it to the left and to the right in her mouth.
And then she spat the thing out and slid over to the other ball, sucking it into her mouth before poor Danny knew what had happened. She repeated her performance with this one, basting it in the heat of her mouth and diddling it every which way till it was sizzling. Her lips clung tight to the loose pouch.
Her hand had started to pump up and down very slowly on his cock. Not enough to bring him off, but just enough to keep him good and hard. She could feel the ripples and bumps in the thing as she jacked up and down on him, and she knew it wouldn't be long before he would shoot his load. There was just one more thing she wanted to try before she pushed him over the edge.
She bent down yet again and forced her open mouth down onto the entire velvet ball bag. She tilted her face this way and that, and finally succeeded in nudging both his bloated balls into her mouth. Her cheeks swelled out grotesquely, her nostrils flared wide, and she turned her eyes up to his face to see his reaction. She looked as though she had two golf balls crammed inside her cheeks.
"Jesus, Becky! Ohhh, God!" he groaned, finding his voice at last. "I don't believe it! Ohhh, God, I don't believe it! You're eating both my balls! You've got both my balls in your mouth! Ohhh, fuck!"
"Mmmmmmffffff!" Becky replied, blinking her eyes slowly. She held the balls in her cheeks as long as she could, letting him enjoy the incredibly erotic sight for several long seconds.
But at last it was too much, and she had to release the gleaming nuts from the hot oval of her mouth. They jiggled from between her lips and hung there beneath his cock, the tiny hairs shining with her saliva. They were red and raw-looking from all her sucking. And without a pause she was licking up his cock shaft once more, guiding it with her hand between her ravaged lips. She began to buck up and down on him again.
"Ohhh, God! Ohhhhh, God!" he croaked, his nuts on fire, his cock a long numb pole. "You're too much, Becky! I don't believe it! You're too fucking much!"
She was sucking him fast again, moving her lovely blonde head up and down on him so that her pale face was just a blur. And she was using two hands. One to cup his aching balls and coax up his jism, one to shuck up and down on the base of his cock. It was a perfect system, and it was obviously driving him out of his mind. His ass began to pump up and down softly in the water.
"God, Becky! I can't stand it!" Danny moaned. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna come! Ohhh, God! Ohhh, God! I don't believe it! I don't fucking believe it!"
"Neither do we," came a voice from the patio. Roger Todd and his male houseguest stepped out from the shadows. "Jesus Christ, we don't believe this either! So this is what our little babysitter gets up to while we're away! Son of a bitch, Teddy, looks like we've been missing out! Good thing we left the party early, otherwise we might have missed the show!"
The two men strode to the side of the pool, their backs to the light coming from the house. They gazed down at the lewd display with obvious delight, leering smirks on their faces. There was no telling how long they'd been standing there watching. And Mrs. Todd was nowhere to be seen.