Chapter 6
"I want to make this very clear," Anne said, after Shannon had sat down on the couch and Dave had dressed. She was pulling her cum-soaked pink panties on. "This is by no means going to become a regular neighborly thing."
Shannon smiled at Mr. Martin.
"And don't try getting close to Shannon without me knowing what's going on," Anne warned.
Mr. Martin nodded and thanked the women for a delightful time.
"Perhaps we can do it again sometime, take some more pictures, have some fun," he said.
After he was gone, Shannon said: "How much money did he give us, Mom?"
"I don't know, but quite a bit. Let's count it."
They thumbed through the cash and Anne said: "A little over two thousand dollars."
"I'll take half," Shannon said.
"Yes, honey, you get half," Anne agreed, handing her a stack of cash.
Shannon was elated with her newfound fortune. She went to her room and watched her little TV set and fell asleep ...
The next morning she dressed for school in a faded denim skirt, a white short-sleeved sweater, and white pumps.
As she walked down the street to Hastings High School, she thought about college and her future, how she wanted to make something of her life.
Now she had some money, and she was thinking how much fun and how easy it was to get the thousand dollars.
"Now," she whispered to herself, "I gotta think of more ways to get some more money."
School went routinely, and late in the afternoon she got a work study call from the office. It was a babysitting job. Shannon walked to the office and took the call. She agreed to come out to Mr. and Mrs. Logan's place to sit with their children for the evening.
"Can you be here at seven?" Mrs. Logan said.
"Yes, ma'am," Shannon agreed.
After school, she went home, did some studying, then took a taxi to the suburbs, out to the Oak Tree Condominiums. She found Mr. and Mrs. Logan's condo and rang the bell.
Mr. Logan answered. He was tall, handsome, about forty, and his eyes widened when he saw the beautiful young lady standing at his door.
"I'm Shannon Bradley, your sitter."
"Yes, yes, come in, Shannon."
Shannon entered and followed him into the living room, where Mr. Logan's wife, Virginia, waited. They gave Shannon a tour of the house, introduced her to their small daughter, and then left.
The little girl was easy to handle and Shannon put her to bed at nine, then watched some TV. She fell asleep on the couch.
She was awakened by a gentle tug from Mr. Logan, who was sitting beside her on the couch.
"Time to wake up," he whispered, shaking her arm, watching her big tits jiggle in her sweater.
"Oh, Mr. Logan! I guess I fell asleep."
"I'll drive you home now," he whispered.
"Okay," Shannon said. She stood up and straightened her denim skirt.
She excused herself and went to the bathroom. She fixed her blonde-brown hair, put some fresh perfume on, blushed her cheeks lightly, and went back out to Mr. Logan.
He led her outside to a big Ford LTD and they got in. He drove slowly through the suburbs on the way back to Shannon's.
They made small talk about Shannon's school, her plans to go to college in the fall.
"If I can make enough money," Shannon said.
"How much will it take?" Mr. Logan asked.
"Oh, for the full four years ... a fortune. College costs so much now, but at least I can stay home. I can go to a junior college for two years and then transfer to Midland State here in town."
Shannon sat prettily in the plush leather seat, her faded skirt up high on her lovely young legs. Her big tits looked delicious in her tight, white sweater.
"Maybe I could help," Mr. Logan said.
"Huh?"
"Maybe I could help with some of your expenses."
"How, sir?"
His hand slid across the seat and onto Shannon's leg. Then he pulled the car over to the curb on a darkened street.
"We could start with a kiss," he whispered.
"Jeez, I ... ah ... "
But Mr. Logan had pulled her across the seat and into his arms. His eager lips plastered Shannon's mouth. His hands roamed her back, then one slid along her thigh, up under her skirt.
Shannon jerked away.
"Well, I don't know. You mean, give me money—for kissin' and stuff?" she asked.
"Yes."
"How much?"
"How about if we start with one hundred dollars?"
His hand was up between her legs, and his fingers were tapping at the crotch of Shannon's panties, tickling her pussy. With his other hand, he lifted Shannon's hand and placed it in his lap, let it fall on a monstrous cock bulge.
Shannon gasped.
"You wanna pay me to fool around and stuff?" she whispered.
"Yes."
Shannon thought about how much fun she'd had with Mr. Martin. But Mr. Martin had paid much more to play around with her than Mr. Logan was offering.
"I dunno," she said, gasping again at the size of the cock bulge her hand now lay on.
"I think it would be fun," he whispered.
"But more than a hundred, if you wanna be up my skirt like that and have me hold your ... ah, your ... this boner."
"Okay, how much more?"
"I dunno ... maybe a hundred and fifty," Shannon said, pulling that figure out of thin air.
"Let's make it an even three hundred," Mr. Logan said.
"Okay, then," Shannon whispered.
Mr. Logan took his free hand, produced his wallet. He scrambled around one-handed, keeping his other hand on Shannon's crotch. He laid a stack of bills in her lap. Shannon took them without counting and put them in her purse, then she snuggled in close.
"You make me so hot," Mr. Logan murmured.
"Do I?"
"Yeah, from the minute I saw you. I've been thinking about you all evening."
"Huh? Jeez!" Shannon puffed, her hand palming the length of Mr. Logan's prick stalk that throbbed inside his slacks.
"Should I take it out, sir?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, lifting her skirt, rubbing full-blast on her pink panties.
Shannon unzipped his fly and yanked his big prick out.
His cock was bloated and stiff ... a full eleven inches.
"Oh, shit, sir!" she gasped, her hand exploring up and down the man's massive fucker.
He dipped into her panties.
"Baby doll!" he whimpered.
"This thing is like a cannon," Shannon sighed.
His hand dunked deeper into her panties, his fingers hooking into her cunt hair, one finger finally slicking into her cunt slit.
"Mmm, mmmfff!" Shannon burbled.
She gripped his prick.
"Yeah, hold it, squeeze it, fuck on it with your hand," Mr. Logan said.
"Like this?" Shannon asked, her hand pumping on the man's prick.
"Yes. Yes, like that."
He had Shannon's little skirt high up on her waist. His fist fluffed out the crotch of her panties. His finger slicked in and out. With his free hand, he caressed her tits.
Shannon jerked his prick. The tip squished out a thick, clear liquid that cascaded down the cock stalk and onto her dancing hand.
"Baby!" Mr. Logan sighed. "I love it!"
"Do you?" Shannon whispered.
"Yes! I love it so much!"
"You're fingerin' in my panties, too," Shannon chirped.
"I love that, too."
"Are we gonna screw?" she asked.
"I want to."
"Here in the car and stuff?"
"Who not?"
Shannon could tell he was getting hotter. "I dunno, I mean screwin' in the car, that's pretty naughty."
Her hand whacked faster, harder. He finger-fucked her with the same fervency.
"Let's fuck," he said.
"Jeez, I dunno," Shannon stuttered, teasing, still jacking on his prick, feeling the cock stalk expand in her hand.
She thought if she could pump him off, she could get away without fucking him on this particular night.
"I don't think we oughta fuck tonight, Mr. Logan. Maybe next time."
She pumped harder.
He sighed, fingering her with a hot stroke.
"Jack me off then!" he gasped.
"Just jerk on this big thing like this?" Shannon whispered, leaning closer to Mr. Logan, her tongue licking into his ear.
He shuddered wildly.
"Oh, yeahhhhh! Jerk jerk jerk!" he mumbled.
And that was what Shannon did. Gooping pre-cum squished from the tip of his prick. Her hand squeezed harder around the cock stalk. She pumped in a wild frenzy until Mr. Logan stiffened.
"I'm gonna ... I'm gonna ... "
"Cum?" Shannon offered.
"Yes!"
"Cum, sir!" Shannon urged. "But keep fingerin' my cunny!"
He did. He kept his finger scratching and slushing in and out while Shannon brought him to the crest of his orgasm. His prick bristled in her hand, bloated, then shot off. A spray of cock cream spurted up in an arc all over the dash of the LTD.
"Yeah, yeah!" Shannon cried. "Ooooh, shoot! Shoot!"
"Ah, honey! Baby!" Mr. Logan yelped.
"Finger me! Don't stop!" Shannon commanded.
Then she stiffened with him and they came together.