Chapter 1
When Connie Smith arrived at the Crawford house, the door was opened by a man she'd never seen before. He was middle-aged and very handsome, and he stared at her tits so long and hard that she blushed with embarrassment. The pretty teenager felt almost naked in front of him.
"I'm Connie, the babysitter," she muttered shyly. "Mr. Crawford said to be here by eight thirty."
He didn't say a word. He just kept staring at the big beautiful tits swelling out the front of her T-shirt. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off them, and she glanced down in confusion. The cotton was stretched taut over the bulging mounds, and she knew her stubby nipples were visible through her sheer bra.
"Yes, come on in," he said at last, stepping to one side. "I'm Ron, Mr. Crawford's brother. I'm visiting here for a few days. He and Marge are still getting ready."
He followed her down the hall, and Connie could feel his eyes on her the whole time, taking in her trim little ass and the cute wriggle of her perfectly rounded hips. The pretty blush on her face grew deeper as she sat on the couch in the living room and looked at him.
"Well, Phil told me you were pretty." He grinned at her. "But you're more than that, aren't you? You're really a gorgeous little thing."
He continued smiling at her for a while, then dropped his eyes again to her heavy tits. Connie wished she hadn't worn such a tight T-shirt. She tugged her short skirt down an inch or two, but she couldn't hide her lovely slender legs. She tried to think of something to say to distract him.
"I didn't know Mr. Crawford had a brother," she said finally. "In all the time I've been babysitting, he never mentioned you."
"He's probably ashamed of me." He smiled, coming to sit by her on the couch. "I'm not a stable family man like he is. I was divorced twice before I was thirty."
He moved closer to her, till she could feel the warmth of his thigh against hers. And for one crazy second she thought he was going to take her in his arms and kiss her. But he seemed content just to sit and stare at her. She felt her heart begin to pound slowly. She'd never been this close to a good-looking older man before.
He looked very much like his younger brother Phil, now that she thought about it. And that was part of the problems. Connie had been hung up on Phil Crawford for weeks now, almost from the first night she came babysitting for him and his wife. She'd longed for him to pay her the kind of attention Ron was now paying her. And of course he never had.
But having Ron flatter her like this was almost as good. He wasn't half as nice as his brother, she realized. Ron Crawford obviously had only one thing on his mind. But he was just as dreamy-looking and sexy. And if she closed her eyes, she could pretend it was Phil and not Ron leaning close to her on the couch.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Connie?" he whispered suddenly. "Do you let him play with those big beautiful tits of yours?"
Connie gasped out loud and stared at him. For a second she wondered if she'd heard right. Her mouth opened and closed. She tried to think of something to say, but no words came. Her heart pounded crazily. She felt she was on the threshold of something very adult and exciting.
Fortunately she didn't have to reply. Mrs. Crawford chose that moment to enter the room and announce to Ron that they had to leave right away. They were already late for the party, and Phil was out in the car waiting for them she said. She nodded coolly at Connie but didn't say anything to her.
"You two go on ahead without me. I'll follow in my own car," Ron replied. "There's something I have to do here first. It can't wait."
He had jumped up from the couch as his sister-in-law entered the room. Now he stood there looking confused and patting his pockets, as if he were trying to remember where he'd put something important.
Mrs.Crawford sighed and glared at him wearily.
"Well don't be late. And don't get lost," she whined. "Do you have the address written down?"
Ron assured her that he had, and without even saying goodbye, Mrs. Crawford was gone. There was the sound of a car backing out of the driveway, and then everything was quiet. Ron looked over at Connie and grinned wickedly.
"Do you really have something to do?" she asked, knowing in advance what the answer would be.
"Of course not. I just wanted to get rid of the bitch. I don't want to go to this stinking party anyway. I'd much rather stay here and get to know a certain teenaged babysitter with a stunning body."
Connie blushed yet again. But she was flattered and excited by his attention. Why, he had to be forty-three, forty-four years old, yet he acted as if she were a mature and desirable woman. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful girl he'd seen.
"Actually, there is something I've got to do. And that's measure those tits of yours." He smiled. "Come on, I have to see if they're for real."
He didn't wait for her to reply. He reached over and grabbed her hand, then hauled her quickly down the hall and into a room that Mrs. Crawford used for sewing. It was obviously being used as a guest room while Ron was visiting. In one corner was a bed. His suitcase stood to one side.
He set Connie in the middle of the room and fumbled about in a drawer for several seconds. Finally he hauled out a rolled-up tape measure and turned to grin at her lewdly. He swiftly looped the tape around her shoulder blades and out in front of her. His fingers held it firmly against her nipples.
"Thirty-eight inches. I don't believe it. Your tits measure thirty-eight fucking inches," he gasped. His fingers pressed the tape more firmly against her springy tits and he looked her directly in the eye.
"I could have told you that," she whispered shyly.
She was blushing yet again, partly because of the dirty words he was using, and partly because the touch of his fingers on her tits was sending sparks through her. No one had ever touched her like this before, and it felt wonderful. She didn't want him to move his hands off her heaving tits.
"I don't believe it. You're going to have to take off your T-shirt and bra, so that I can see for myself if they're for real." And he let the tape slip down around her waist, and then further, till it was around her hips. He took careful readings at each place.
Connie stood there passively, her heart pounding. All kinds of strange, exciting feelings were rushing through her. Her nipples were tingling. They were getting stiffer and harder in her bra, she could tell. Now that he was holding the tape just above her crotch, there was a sweet sensation between her legs as well.
"I don't believe it," he said. "Fuck, little girl, you've got the body of a porno star here. Take off your top. I've got to see these tits in all their glory."
He unwound the tape from around her hips and sat down on the edge of the bed, watching her. He spoke as if what he asked was the most natural thing in the world, but Connie wasn't so sure. Little warning voices in the back of her head told her she was in new and dangerous territory.
"Go ahead. Don't be shy," he encouraged. "Surely you've shown off those terrific tits to some lucky guy before now."
That did it. The last thing Connie wanted was for him to think of her as an inexperienced little girl. She crossed her arms, clutched at her tight T-shirt, and hauled it quickly up and over her head. Her bright blonde hair was mussed prettily around her achingly lovely face.
Her tits bulged lewdly from the cups of a flimsy white, lace bra. They were pressed together tightly, like over-filled balloons. Through the sheer material he could see the dark circles of her areolas and the stubs of her nipples. His cock twitched nervously in his pants.
"Jesus Christ," he muttered softly. He couldn't take his eyes off the swelling, oozing tits.
"There, are you satisfied? Now do you believe they're for real?" She stared at him with her big innocent, blue eyes. She had unhooked her bra and let her tits fall free. She was completely naked from the waist up.
"Jesus Christ," he repeated. And then he moaned softly under his breath.
They were, quite simply, the most beautiful tits he had ever seen. Not only were they big, and full, and heavy, but they were perfectly shaped, like huge pears. The lower, paler parts curved up in lovely swells toward two perfect, puffy circles the size of silver dollars. And on top of these were two half-inch-long, rock-hard nipples jutting to the ceiling. His mouth watered.
"They're fucking gorgeous. And definitely for real," he admitted, his voice tense. "Now take off your skirt. I want to see the rest of you."
Again the warning voices sounded in Connie's head. She was half-naked in a bedroom with a sexy man old enough to be her father. Who knew what would happen if she did as he told her and stripped all the way? She should refuse. She should say no and leave the room right away. That's what any sensible girl her age would do.
"I'm not sure I should," she said lamely, feeling childish and silly. Her fingers hesitated at the zipper of her skirt.
"Take off your skirt," he ordered, his voice stern for the first time. Obviously he wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Connie unzipped the skirt and let it slip softly down her slender legs. She draped it over a nearby chair and stood in front of him wearing nothing but a pair of sheer, white panties. She blushed yet again. She knew that through the nearly transparent material, he could see the sparse blonde bush of her cunt mound.
"You're perfect. Fucking perfect. I've never seen such a gorgeous body in my whole life," he mumbled, as if talking to himself. "Take off your panties. Pull down your pretty panties for Uncle Ron."
Connie looked into his face for some hint of a smile as he said this, but there was none. He was deadly serious now, and a fine layer of sweat had broken out on his brow. There was a light in his eyes she hadn't seen before, and his breathing seemed to have quickened.
She ignored the last of her warning voices and hooked her fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties. She bent over slightly as she pushed them down, and her big tits swayed out heavily in front of her. She almost fell over when the panties got caught stretched between her knees, but she righted herself. Soon she was standing in front of him, completely naked. It was the first time a man had ever seen her this way.
"Beautiful. Just fucking beautiful," he growled, his eyes taking in every inch of her lush teenaged body. "Come here. Let Uncle Ron get a closer look at you."
He held out his hand, and slowly, self-consciously, she crossed the few feet of carpet to the side of the bed. She felt his hands circle her tiny waist, then trace around back of her and down. His fingers smoothed down over the trim, perfectly shaped globes of her ass. He began to squeeze and caress the firm flesh gently.
"Such sweet tits," he grunted. And he stuck out his tongue and touched the tip to one solidly erect nipple. He circled his tongue around and around the rock-hard nipple, teasing her. Finally, he sank his whole mouth onto the swollen tit and began to suck shamelessly.
"Mr. Crawford! Ooooh!" she moaned. Sparks of pleasure were shooting into her tit. She glared down at the top of his head, scarcely believing what he was doing to her.
He was damn near chewing on her nipple, using his lips and tongue and teeth to draw the swollen stub up to its full height. His hands squeezed and kneaded the cheeks of her ass, pulling her firmly to him. Connie felt herself grow weak in the knees. She was experiencing feelings she'd never had before in her whole life.
"Mr. Crawford, you're sucking me!" she gasped. "You're sucking my titty! Oooooh!"
"Fucking right," he grunted, spitting the first nipple from his lips. It jutted up wetly now, nearly an inch into the air. "And that's not all I'm going to suck before I'm through."
He sank his mouth over her second nipple, taking in the entire areola and quite a hunk of tit-flesh at the same time. He began sucking noisily, like a man with his first meal in days. One hand had sunk down deep between the cheeks of her ass, and she felt a strong finger probing and poking at the entrance to her asshole. She squirmed about in front of him, not sure what to do.
Finally she circled his shoulders with her arms. She had to, in order to support herself. Her knees felt weak and wobbly and she was scared she'd sink in a heap to the floor. Her big tits heaved against his face. He was chewing her nipple as if his life depended on it.
Suddenly his strong arm was circling her waist, and he spit out her nipple abruptly. Her feet left the ground. He was lifting her, twisting her around, flopping her down on her back on the bed. Her big tits wobbled and separated. Her legs seemed to fall wide apart without her willing them to. He was grinning down at her with a lewd, wicked smile.
"Spread your legs wide, baby. Uncle Ron's going to eat your sweet cunt!" And without another word he dipped his head and began licking her belly, her cunt bush, her upper thighs. He left trails of saliva all over her flawless brown skin.
Eat her cunt? Connie wondered what he meant. Surely he wasn't going to lick her, to kiss her down there, between her legs? But he was. He was. She could feel his mouth on the pulpy lips of her pussy. His fingers were touching the lips, prying them apart. And then his tongue was dipping inside her, licking and teasing all the oily pink flesh. Mr. Crawford was licking her pussy. He was eating her cunt.
"Oh Mr. Crawford! Ohhh! Ohhh!" Sweet melty feelings were soaring up between her legs. Her belly fluttered wildly.
He still had one hand lodged firmly between the cheeks of her ass, and now he began corkscrewing his middle finger against the puckered ring of her asshole. The finger slid past the first knuckle, and the second. Soon he had his long middle finger firmly embedded up her ass. He could control her now.
The fingers of his other hand held her puffy wet cuntlips wide apart. He had a perfect view of her inner pussy and all the bright, pink flesh oozing out at him. He licked up one side and down the other and then probed his tongue deep up her cunthole. She began to squirm and wriggle like a wild girl. And there were whimpering sounds coming from her throat.
"Mr. Crawford! Oooooh, Mr. Crawford!"
Her eyes were closed tight. She couldn't believe she was feeling so good. Then without warning she thought of his brother Phil, the man she'd had a crush on for so long. If she concentrated real hard, she could imagine it was Phil eating her pussy, Phil corkscrewing his finger about up her ass. And these thoughts only made the strange feelings stronger. She felt faint, as if she'd pass out from all the pleasure pouring through her.
"Mr. Crawford, I feel so funny! I feel so nice!" she raved. She raised her ass up off the bed and mashed her pussy onto his face.
He sucked and slobbered on her cunt, showing her no mercy. And when he finally located the erect bud of her clit, he licked it hungrily. She went wild, squirming and writhing on the bed crazily. If he hadn't had his finger lodged firmly up her ass, he'd have lost control of her. She might not know it, but the little girl was cumming, and cumming hard.
"Mr. Crawford! Oh God! I feel so good!" she whimpered. She humped her pussy back and forth on his mouth.
Her cunt was wide open. The sweet-smelling teenaged pussy was oozing and gaping onto his sucking mouth. Oily cum-juice soaked his chin, his lips, his cheeks. Her cunt bush was matted with gooey slime. Connie's body was arched high off the bed. Only her shoulders and her feet touched the cover.
"Eat me, Mr. Crawford! Eat my pussy, please!" she yelled. "Don't stop! Don't ever stop! I love it! Oh God!"
And he stayed with her, corkscrewing his finger around up her ass and licking and sucking her gaping pussy without letup. He wanted to leave her limp. He wanted her to be passive and ready for anything by the time he got through with her.
"Ooooooh! Ooooooh!" she whimpered, her voice a low croak. She sounded as if she were about to burst into tears.
He sucked her clit hard. He nipped at it with his teeth and tongue. And her cries of pleasure grew louder and more desperate. She was bucking her hips up and down, crushing her cunt onto his mouth again and again. Until finally she gave one last lunge that damn near snapped his head off. Then she sank back onto the bed, exhausted.
He stayed with her for some time, chewing still on her oozing cunt. He listened closely as her cries became softer and softer. There was an occasional quiver from her pussy, and her thighs opened and closed nervously about his head. But the worst seemed to be over. He raised his greasy face from her pussy finally and grinned at her.
"Did you enjoy that, little girl? Did you enjoy having your sweet cunt sucked?" He grunted. "It sure looks like it. Your cunt's an oily, sticky mess. What do you say we clean it up before we go any further? Why don't we shave off all this wet pussy hair, for starters?"