Chapter 4
Ralph Conway didn't work later than his usual eight-thirty or nine o'clock until the following Wednesday. When he phoned Liz to say he'd be home some time between eleven and midnight, his platinum-haired wife hid her suspicions.
"Poor Ralph," she murmured into the mouthpiece, trying to sound sympathetic. "You'll be so tired tomorrow." Will it be because you worked late ? she asked silently. Or because you wore yourself out screwing a fifteen-year-old babysitter?
"I know," Ralph agreed, sighing heavily. "But I've got a really hot prospect lined up later tonight, honey. If I close this deal, I'll get one hell of a commission."
Hot prospect? Liz wondered. It wouldn't happen to be a red-haired, green-eyed kid with an enormous pair of boobs, would it, my dear husband? But aloud, she clucked her tongue dutifully, playing the role of the impressed wife. "Good luck, dear. Oh, and I'll tell Bonnie Mae you'll be late tonight."
"Thanks, Liz. See you later."
"Righto. And I'll be thinking of you with that hot prospect. Bye, Ralph."
I'll be thinking of you, all right, Liz thought as she hung up the phone. If my guess is right, that's your signal to Bonnie Mae. Oh, you may work for a little while, Ralph, but not for as long as you say. You'll get your ass back here in plenty of time to have yourself some fun before I get home from work, won't you? Well, enjoy yourself tonight, Ralph. Because if I find anything suspicious when I get home, it'll mean the end of your little game. Next time, I'll catch you right in the act!
Later, after Bonnie Mae had come to the house to stay with Tracy, Liz watched the girl's face very carefully when she delivered Ralph's message. "I'm afraid you're in for a late night, dear," she told her with a stiff smile. "Mr. Conway doesn't expect to get home until eleven or twelve tonight."
"Oh, that's okay, Mrs. Conway." the girl assured, turning to young Tracy. "I don't mind." Liz's smile became genuine as she experienced a strange, bittersweet sense of triumph. For the blonde housewife was certain she'd detected a brief flicker of excitement in those lovely, green eyes before the girl quickly averted them.
I'll bet you don't! Liz longed to retort as she kissed her son. "Be a good boy now, you hear?" she reminded, waving good-bye.
Liz drove to the Mood Indigo Lounge with her jaw clenched and her hands clutching the steering wheel with an iron grip. The thought of what might occur in her house tonight made her stomach queasy. The agonizing vision of Ralph's mouth devouring the girl's huge breasts, his stiff, red penis sliding between her long, slender legs, flashed before her. The sudden honk of the car behind jolted Liz back to reality and the grim vision faded.
Much as she detested what was going on behind her back, Liz had to give Ralph enough rope to hang himself. If he was really playing around with that kid, she had to know. She was willing to take a lot from the man she was married to, even though he'd let her down so much in the paSt. But Goddamn it, she wouldn't stay married to any dirty, fucking lecher, a horny creep who screwed kids!
Ralph, she knew, would deny such a thing vehemently should Liz ever accuse him openly. He was a practiced liar, too. No doubt, he'd get the girl to play innocent as well. The only way that Liz could know for certain was to beat Ralph at his own little game of deception. That way, she'd be able to get the proof she needed to make him pay for his vile acts. And, dear Lord, how she'd make him pay for fooling around with Bonnie Mae Owens.
Holy shit, how Liz hated that girl! She not only hated her for turning her husband into the lowest form of animal, a child debaucher, Liz hated her for possessing the kind of body that could lure Ralph down such a perverted path.
Waiting to make a left-hand turn, Liz's eyes narrowed with envy. For she suddenly saw herself standing next to Bonnie Mae, sharply aware of the marked differences that Ralph must also see. As if looking through her husband's eyes, she compared herself with the fifteen-year-old beauty, and the task proved painful.
The babysitter's complexion was soft and smooth, while Liz applied creams and lotions to her dry, aging skin. The girl's jade-colored eyes were clear and bright, while Liz relied on drops to help her bloodshot eyes and applied balls of cotton, soaked with witch hazel, to the frequent puffiness surrounding them. Bonnie Mae's well-stacked body was firm and supple, not showing signs of flabbiness and loss of muscle tone like hers. The girl's tits were mountainous, far bigger than Liz's could ever hope to be . . . even with the help of her fiber-fill bras. Unlike Bonnie Mae, Liz did need the support of a bra. Nursing Tracy had robbed her small breasts of their youthful contours. They were no longer firm under Ralph's touch, and they definitely sagged when Liz removed her bra.
The only consolation that Liz had was the knowledge that she always kept herself slim and well-groomed despite what the ravages of time and gravity had done to her body. What more could a woman do to hold her man? But if all that she feared was going on between Ralph and their youthful babysitter proved true, Liz Conway no longer wanted to hold her man.
Tonight, when she got home from work, Liz would check the house carefully, painstakingly, for telltale signs of sexual activity. Should she find anything at all to justify her ugly suspicions, she would talk to Stella and enlist her aid in setting the trap. Right now, Liz was just giving her husband some rope. If it proved to be enough, next time, she'd see the dirty bastard hang!
Bonnie Mae picked up the phone as soon as her employer's car pulled away from the curb. Her fingers dialed rapidly. "Elmira?" she said, a grin in her voice. "Get in touch with old Potsy, pal. Tonight's the night!"
Her obese friend shrieked with delight. "Ohh, Bonnie Mae!" she squealed. "I can hardly wait!" She giggled with excitement. "I'll phone Potsy right away and tell him to pick me up straight from work."
The babysitter lowered her voice. "What time do you think you'll be here?"
"Oh, nine-fifteen or so. Nine-thirty the latest."
"Good, I'll have Tracy in bed by then and the coast will be clear."
"Oooh, my boobs are tingling already," Elmira told her. "And when I give Potsy the good news, he'll probably be bent over with a hard-on the rest of the night."
Now, it was Bonnie Mae's turn to laugh. "You kill me, Elmira," she told her fat friend. "But I better hang up, now. Tracy wants me to play a game with him."
"We'll play better games after he's in bed," Elmira teased. "Which reminds me, I better get some things together."
A puzzled frown formed between the babysitter's lovely green eyes. "What things, Elmira? What are you talking about?"
"Yoou'll seee," the girl sing-songed.
Again, Bonnie Mae chuckled. "Okay, be mysterious, you big ass! I'll see you later." Whispering, she cupped the mouthpiece. "And don't forget. Come the back way."
"We won't forget. I'll phone lover boy right now." Elmira sighed dramatically. "Tell those great big tits of yours they're in for a great big treat." As she hung up the phone, Bonnie Mae could hear Elmira giggling at her own humor.
Tracy was bedded down for the night, his door firmly closed, and the living room clock showed nine-twenty-three, when the babysitter heard a soft knocking at the back door. Grinning, she hurried to welcome her schoolmates.
"Hi," she greeted cheerfully, ushering the pair in.
Elmira lumbered through the door, her face mottled and her eyes glittering with anticipation. "Potsy, you know Bonnie Mae, don't you, honey?" she asked, turning to the pale hulk of flesh at her side.
With an affirmative grunt, the boy gaped at the voluptuous redhead as if he couldn't believe his luck. His big mouth hung wet and loose as he stood with his huge blob of a stomach spilling over his low-slung jeans. Beneath barely visible white brows, Potsy's eyes, a washed-out shade of blue, were glued to the enormous breasts poking from behind her tight blouse.
What gorgeous tits, the boy thought, his mouth watering. Breathing heavily, he licked his thick lips. I can't wait to taste them. His eyes slithered down to the girl's crotch. And I'm gonna fuck the crap out of her, too. The sweating prick crowding between his huge thighs hardened. Guys like me don't get a chance at good-looking cunts very often. Most of the time-, I'm stuck with dogs like Elmira.
"Sure he does," Bonnie Mae agreed, leading the pair into the living room. "But after tonight, we're going to know each other a lot better, huh, Potsy?" The lovely girl flopped on the sofa to strike a seductive pose, throwing her chest forward so that her voluminous breasts curved to their full advantage. "Elmira, here, tells me you've got hidden talents, Potsy."
Clutching the paper sack she carried, Elmira giggled, tossing her stringy hair as she threw back her head. "He sure does," she said. Nudging up to the boy, she reached out a fleshy arm to fondle the growing bulge between his legs. "And one of them," she said, squeezing his penis, "feels like it's aching to perform."
"Hold your pants on, Elmira," the boy advised in a nasal tone, leering at her as her fingers kneaded his balls. What a slob, he observed, taking in her greasy hair and dirty slacks. But what the fuck, she's always ready to spread those fat legs. And she does have huge tits on her. His eyes moved to the sack that Elmira held in her other hand. "What kind of stuff did you bring?"
Elmira abandoned his balls to open the paper bag. "Your favorite, Potsy honey," she cooed, lifting a jar of strawberry jam in the air. "And mine, too." She reached for an aerosol can. "Whipped cream." She rolled her eyes and smacked her lips. "Mmmmm," she murmured, grinning at the colorless blob of a boy. "I can taste that big prick of yours already!"
Elmira emptied the contents of the bag onto the coffee table. "What's your pleasure, Bonnie Mae?" she asked, lining up jars. "Grape jelly, maybe? Peanut butter? Or how about some nice, gooey chocolate syrup?" She covered her mouth with her hand to suppress a giggle. "Here's your big chance to sample a chocolate prick, honey!" She lifted an elbow to nudge her friend. "Get it?" she asked, shrieking with laughter.
Bonnie Mae laughed, too. "Elmira, you really do kill me!" For the curvaceous babysitter did get it. They were going to smear this stuff on Potsy's penis and go down on him. And Potsy was going to coat them with strawberry jam. I wonder where? she speculated. Just on our tits? Or is he going to coat some other parts of our bodies, too? Her pussy started to throb as the girl imagined how good it would feel when Potsy's tongue and lips got busy cleaning the strawberry jam away.
"The syrup will be just fine, Elmira." she replied, still grinning at her friend's joke. "Come on," she said, her eyes bright as she wriggled with eagerness. "Let's get started."
"Here," Elmira handed her the can of syrup. "You take this." She turned to the pasty-faced boy and gave him the strawberry jam. "Come on, gang," she ordered, smiling over her shoulder, as she headed for the kitchen. "We better do this bit where there's a linoleum, not a rug. Fun as this is, it can get messy. Right, Potsy?"
"Hey, everyone grab a shade first," Bonnie Mae ordered, lowering the one on the back door.
"Yeah," Potsy said, shuffling to the nearest window. "We don't wanna shock the neighbors. Or have them break down the door begging to join in." His nervous laugh was punctuated with frequent snorts as he enjoyed his little joke.
Once all the shades were drawn, the three teenagers stood facing one another. Suddenly, Elmira unzipped her blouse and opened it wide, letting her mammoth tits spill forward. "Last one naked is a rotten crotch!" she challenged, pulling her bulky arms out of the sleeves.
Bonnie Mae and Potsy quickly followed suit. After a brief flurry of discarded clothing, they stood flushed and breathless, appraising each other's naked bodies.
Bonnie Mae looked at Potsy and tried not to snicker. What a mess! she thought, eyeing the pale and blubbery mountain of flesh. Jesus, he looks like a great, white whale. Her eyes fell to the fuzz-topped genitals squeezed between his drooping stomach and dimpled thighs. And his prick and balls are pathetic. Like a tiny cocktail sausage and two Swedish meat balls. The girl had a sudden vision of Potsy's genitals arranged on a serving tray, skewered with colored toothpicks, surrounded by crackers and cheese and she bit her lips to keep from bursting into laughter. With a body like that, she thought, he better be good. Or I'll give Elmira hell tomorrow!
Potsy didn't even notice the lovely girl's strange expression. He was too busy taking in everything from her neck down. Man, oh, man! he drooled, feeling himself harden. This broad is really something! Christ Almighty, she could be in stag movies. Or even Las Vegas! His colorless eyes stared as if hypnotized. Fixing his gaze upon her perfectly formed breasts, the shriveled penis between his massive thighs began to smooth out as it quickly expanded.
Bonnie Mae watched the rapidly growing hunk of meat and no longer felt like laughing. Well, what do you know! she thought, her eyes incredulous as his veined, blood-engorged prick quivered and bobbed, pointing at her like an enormous red arrow. He's really hung after all!
Catching Elmira's eye, the young babysitter rolled her eyes toward Potsy's bloated cock-head and nodded her approval.
Elmira followed her friend's gaze and smiled vacantly. As far as she was concerned, any naked human body, thin, fat, or in-between was a beautiful sight to behold. Male or female. As for studs, she wasn't fussy. Just, as long as the guy she spread her Legs for had a couple of sperm-filled sacs and a functioning cock, he was okay by Elmira.
The overweight girl found Bonnie Mae's nude body pleasing, too. Jeez, she's really beautiful, the teenager observed, her eyes glittering as they took in her girlfriend's two swollen hills of flesh, topped with dainty pink rosettes. She admired her friend's tiny waist, flat tummy, and graceful curving hips. And will you look at that pretty little auburn pussy! she thought as her eyes settled on the fuzzy vee between Bonnie Mae's slender, white legs.
Her mottled cheeks grew brighter and she shot Potsy a sidelong glance, noting how the blubbery boy's sexual excitement was also mounting at the sight of Bonnie Mae's delectable body. But Elmira wasn't the least bit jealous. It never occurred to the shapeless girl to consider the lovely redhead a threat.
After all, Elmira had a mirror and twenty-twenty vision. She knew damn well that her body was a mess. Her ripples, bulges, and spare tires could never compete with her friend's centerfold figure, so why worry about it? So Bonnie Mae was a knockout and Elmira was a dog. So what! All she really cared about was equal time with Potsy. And one of the reasons that Elmira liked her red-haired pal so much was that the girl was one hell of a good sport and wouldn't hog the naked boy with the lust-thickened cock tonight. Elmira was content in the knowledge that she would get her fair share of cock-sucking, fucking, and tit-pulling, too.
"For shit sake," Elmira scolded, shaking her aerosol can. "Let's not just stand around drooling at each other. Let's get the show on the road." She turned to her girlfriend. "Do you want first grabs at this blow-job, honey? Or should I get him started so he can blow his wad in your mouth?
"Seeing you arranged this little party, I'll let you choose, Elmira."
"Then you go first," the obese girl replied, her face getting blotchier as she watched Potsy's bobbing prick. "Then, let me have a go at him and I'll make him cum." Her eyes grew heavy-lidded as she grinned salaciously. "Mmmmmmmmm. Nothing tastes better than whipped cream and cum."
As the lovely redhead approached him with her jar of chocolate syrup, Potsy's cock quivered with anticipation. He could hardly wait to feel her mouth on him. His pasty complexion pinkened as her fingers reached out and stroked, coating his great length with thick, gooey syrup. She dropped to her knees, brought her pretty face forward, and opened her mouth wide.
Potsy sucked in his breath, his massive gut heaving, as" he felt her hot, wet lips close around the pulsating tip of his inflamed cock.
The sprawled and naked girl began to move her head back and forth, sending ripples of ecstasy throughout his massive bulk. The gasping boy wound his stubby fingers through her auburn hair to pull her face closer, making her swallow up more of him. Bonnie Mae's puckered mouth stretched wider as she pumped to and fro, her huge breasts undulating. She massaged his swollen, aching sacs with one hand while she grabbed the thick base of his chocolate-covered hardness with the other.
At last, she began to suck. She sucked good and hard and Potsy whimpered in approval, shoving his slippery cock deeper. Bonnie Mae tasted the sweetness of chocolate mingled with the pungency of the boy's sticky syrup of desire. She closed her large, green eyes, swallowed greedily, and worked harder. Potsy heaved his huge hips forward, shoving himself even further into the girl's salivating oral crevice. His doughy, dimpled asscheeks jiggled loosely as, undulating wildly, he fucked his vast pole of flesh in and out of the grasping wetness of her warm mouth.
Naked and kneeling, the big-breasted girl sucked more and more of his pulsating cock, swallowing the thick chocolate syrup as her mouth worked enthusiastically. Ummmmm, it tastes good. The gooey, brown confection dripped from his distended spearhead onto her bobbing tits and sprawled thighs, running over onto the linoleum. Once her hungry mouth licked him clean, the girl relaxed her grip and moved back, releasing several inches of his slippery length. Then, her pointed tongue darted forward to outline the sensitive, fiery tip of the lust-bloated prickhead. Potsy's thick lips hung wet and loose and his glassy eyes were unseeing as he surrendered himself completely to this new and wonderful sensual delight.
Her tongue felt so good! The boy's heart pounded and his breathing grew labored, almost asthmatic, as the big-titted red-head continued to circle the tip of his throbbing penis, her pointed tongue increasing its pressure with every delicious swirl. His huge thighs trembled as the girl's warm and wet oral member darted quickly downward, forcing the gaping hole of his battering cockhead to open even wider so that she could reach down inside to taste the sticky nectar of his passion. As her determined tongue dug deeper, Potsy began to whimper, his knees buckling as he ran his fingers through the girl's hair, tangling it like a madman.
"Deeper!" he begged in a nasal tone, his eyes crazed. "Go deeper! Make me cum!"
Responding to his frantic plea, the girl breathed hard and flicked her tongue faster. She kneaded and tickled his prickly, sweating balls as she probed, completely absorbed in her lustful act when she felt a clammy hand on her bare shoulder. "Hey, prick-hogger," Elmira protested good-naturedly. "I'm supposed to make him cum, remember?"
The babysitter's eyes flew open. "Mmmm," she replied around her mouthful of cock. She gave Potsy one final jab of her tongue, sending it deep into his urethral canal. Groaning with appreciation, the colorless eyes rolled heavenward and he tore at her hair. The voluptuous redhead opened her mouth, releasing the slippery pole of flesh. Unwinding Potsy's fingers from her matted auburn mane, she turned to Elmira with a chocolaty grin. "Okay, pal," she said, moving aside. "Your turn."
Her pudgy cheeks riddled with fiery blotches of passion, the corpulent teenager reached for the aerosol can and the jar of strawberry jam. "Say, Potsy," she crooned, her enormous boobs, flopping as she shuffled toward him, "let's make a deal." Grunting, she dropped heavily to her knees, situating herself before the boy's widely splayed thighs. She lifted her dilated pupils to the lust-thickened, saliva-coated organ swaying in front of her like a slimy, open-mouthed reptile. "I'll eat you if you eat me. Whaddya say we make each other happy, huh, baby?"
With a teasing leer, she gave the can a few shakes, pointed it at his bobbing prick and pressed the nozzle, covering his quivering length with whipped cream. Watching his reaction with eager eyes, the girl's fingers stroked, smearing the frothy, white mounds under and around, then up and down over the gaping tip of his thick shaft.
She set the can aside and reached for Potsy's hands, forcing him to his knees also. Then she handed him the strawberry jam. "Come on," she urged, spreading her fat legs. Placing a hand on either side of her dark, hairy cunt, she pulled sideways, spreading the fuzzy lips of her vulva to reveal the glistening, coral slit that throbbed within. "Don't that look good, honey?" she asked with a salacious grin. "Come on, open the jar. Have yourself some strawberry-flavored pussy."
The naked boy's hands shook as he hastily unscrewed the lid and dug his broad fingers into the jar. Slack-mouthed and wheezing, he smeared the bright jam onto the girl's pussy, his broad fingers moving up and down, then pressing to paint the folds and crevices lining her exposed, inner flesh. Elmira's eyes grew hooded and her dimpled thighs split even wider as the strawberry-coated fingers rubbed against the hotness of her stiff clitoris. She throbbed, aching for the feel of the boy's tongue upon her tender, sensitive tissues.
Bonnie Mae sat cross-legged, her big breasts draped across her knees and her gaping pussy glistening with the oils of her arousal, as she watched the elephantine couple lower their heavy, panting bodies to the floor. Elmira rolled over on her back, spreading her massive thighs wide to bare her thickly coated genitals.
Grunting, Potsy pulled himself on top of her and with his head aimed at her parted, pulsating crevice, grabbed her thighs to yank her legs even further apart. Letting his swollen testicles and whipped cream-coated penis dangle in the girl's face, he burrowed his face deep into her cunt. Her outstretched thighs trembling, the heavy girl lifted her wide buttocks off the linoleum in a frenzied effort to offer more of her wildly throbbing pussy. How she loved the warmth of his tongue slithering up and down the length of her oozing, strawberry slit.
"Mmmm," she moaned blissfully, rotating her hips to match the pressure of his warm tongue. Like a fish out of water, the girl opened her mouth wide and grasped hungrily for his huge, hovering cock. Her head bobbing back and forth, she finally captured her prize only to have it slip out of her mouth and quiver out of reach. Grasping it with one hand this time, she lifted her head and let her eager lips close over the deliciously coated organ. Elmira had his huge cock firmly in her mouth now, so she let her hands move to his widely spread thighs as she sucked vigorously.
Her eyes lifted to gaze adoringly at the boy's huge testicles, swinging only inches from her face as he thrust his pelvis forward to drive his slippery cudgel deeper into her warm mouth. Elmira felt the sudden warmth of the boy's tongue as it darted into her vagina. Moaning and squirming her pleasure, the excited girl sucked even harder. Her big buttocks shook as, straining her legs, she lifted herself higher and higher in the air, her mouth working furiously around Potsy's quivering cock as his tongue probed deeper and deeper, exploring the leaking furrows and ridges within her cuntal walls.
Bonnie Mae panted, her sensual lips parted and her jade eyes glassy as she watched the writhing, sweating bodies before her on the kitchen floor. Her lovely body was aflame, aching for release and she stroked her lubricated, but neglected love nest as she listened to the couple's passionate moans and noisy suckings. How she envied Elmira at that moment! Seeing her fat friend twist and jerk in response to the delicious fucking of Potsy's tongue, the naked, sexually-aroused redhead ached to trade places with her, to feel that long, probing tongue explore the hidden depths of her painfully-throbbing pussy! Her finger flicked the hot, swollen bud of her clitoris as Bonnie Mae looked on, panting in lustful longing.
Potsy stretched his tongue as far up as it would reach, then let it slither downward with titillating little swirls, jabs, and pokes in an effort to reward Elmira for what her mouth was doing to his pulsating cock. Forcing his glans open with the tip of her determined oral member, she lapped up the stickiness of his pre-coital juice, swallowing it along with the whipped cream. With the expertise of an experienced nympho, Elmira plunged her pointed tongue in a vicious downstroke, sending hot, shooting sensations of mingled pain and pleasure to every cell of the boy's body. His fat legs trembling, he pumped up and down, letting his aching, churning balls swing in Elmira's face with little slapping sounds.
Elmira's wide pelvis gyrated furiously, making Potsy's head dart up and down as his tongue probed mercilessly. The mutual sucking reached a frantic pitch as the couple moaned, jerked, and convulsed on the sticky, jam and whipped cream-coated linoleum. Then, suddenly their arched bodies bucked and thrashed about as Potsy abandoned her dripping cunt and the girl released his ejaculating penis.
"Aghhhhhhhh," Elmira screamed, her hips pounding the floor as she experienced a rapturous, penetrating orgasm that made her massive body tremble violently.
Wheezing and gasping for air, Potsy climaxed, too, sending a warm stream of semen spurting down into Elmira's face and splattering across her voluminous tits. Opening her mouth, she tried to capture the boy's ejaculating penis once again but her efforts were in vain. Potsy fucked the air so violently, as he shot his load, that the girl groped futilely.
At last, their sweating, secreting bodies grew still till only the sounds of labored breathing filled the air. And Bonnie Mae's breathing was heaviest of all as she sat with legs spread wide, eyeing the sexually gratified pair with lust-crazed eyes. Her fingers pressed against the wetness of her flowing cuntal membranes that throbbed in painful frustration. She fixed her gaze on the pale, hulk of boy who was just rolling away from Elmira.
"Eat me, too, Potsy," the lovely redhead begged as the boy sat up. Whimpering, she scrambled toward him on her hands and knees, her huge dangling tits undulating as she rolled over. "Please!" she sobbed, drawing up her knees, then spreading them wide to lay bare the pink, dewy petals of her moisture-coated cunt. Writhing on the floor, the naked girl lifted her hips in a slow, circular motion, her erect clitoris fluttering like a beckoning finger.
"It's no use, honey," Elmira crooned softly, drawing her huge bulk closer to her friend's outstretched legs. "He's burnt out for now. We gotta let him catch his breath first. Then, we'll get him good and worked up again for our next little game."
But Bonnie Mae would not be pacified with words. Moaning, she rolled her head from side to side, her auburn-coated pussy saturated with the milkiness of her urgent, throbbing need. "Eat me, eat me!" she continued to beg, ignoring Elmira's explanation.
"Ahhhhh," the lovely redhead sighed as at last, she felt the delicious warmth of a wet tongue stroke her oozing, parted crevice. Rotating her hips in wide, sensual circles, she sighed blissfully and closed her eyes, submitting herself completely to this heavenly carnal pleasure. The probing, urgent tongue teased the bud of her throbbing clitoris, then darted up inside the coralline slit of her cuntal opening, making her tremble.
Hands slithered up her smooth stomach and ribs to grab and squeeze her ivory mounds of flesh, then reach for her hot, pointed nipples. As the eager fingers pinched and twisted the hot, pointiness of her distended nipples, the lovely girl arched her back, moaning. The marvelous tongue dug deeper and deeper, flicking the secret innermost folds of her lust-soaked walls.
"Deeper!" she cried, lifting her hips higher in an effort to grasp more of the warm and wonderful tongue that was thrilling every fiber of her being.
At last, the teenage babysitter cried out in sweet release, her arched and trembling body bucking furiously as she enjoyed a deep, thrilling climax.
She lay panting for a few moments, then smiling, lifted her head.
Suddenly, Bonnie Mae's smile froze as a look of horror contorted her lovely features.
For the face looking back at her from between her open legs was that of her wet-mouthed and leering friend, Elmira Simms!