Chapter 3
It was late by the time Gloria arrived home, and Tish was already fixing supper.
"I'll have everything ready in just a minute, Mom," she called at hearing her mother enter the house. "You just relax tonight. Now that school's finished, I can help out lots more around here."
"Thank you, dear," Gloria called back, making for the stairs to avoid letting her daughter see her disheveled appearance. "I think I'll just take a quick relaxing shower, then. Be right down."
Once in the privacy of the upstairs bathroom, she quickly shed her rumpled dress and sticky panties and stepped under the warm refreshing spray.
As a stream of water rushed between her legs, cleansing her cunt of its filmed layer of cum and pussy juice, she found herself drifting once more * toward the vivid memory of Harve's wonderful driving prick.
And that memory quickly had her creaming all over again. The feel of that magnificent pecker slamming into her was still fresh and clear, making her cunt burn and melt in response. As if a long-hidden well had been tapped inside her, she felt a surge of horny cream burst from her pussy and mingle with the warm massaging spray to leak down between her thighs.
On impulse Gloria reached down to cup her cunt with one hand as if to hold back that betraying fountain of arousal. Damn him! God damn him! He'd done this to her, after three long years of remaining faithful to her husband's memory! He'd taken advantage of her loneliness, of his position as her boss. He'd known how badly she needed the job, and he'd used that as a lever just to get his piece of ass. That's all she was to him: Harve had made that only too clear.
And the most humiliating part of all was that she couldn't seem to work up the guilt and disgust she knew she should feel.
In fact, she couldn't work up anything but a hot flow of anticipation at the thought of being any man's piece of ass after all these past years!
"Ummm . . ."
Groaning in ecstasy and horniness at the torrent of lust Harve had released inside her, Gloria dipped a finger between her puffy cuntlips and began to rub her pink gleaming clit, succumbing to the sudden change that had taken place in her life.
She flicked and teased the stiff bud into tingling waves of delight, pretending that they were his fingers touching her, urging her to climax.
Caught up in an uncontrollable new-found sensuality, Gloria rubbed herself to orgasm and imagined all the wicked joyful days that lay ahead.
"Oh, yes, that's right, do me, oh Harve, give it to me, faster, fast—ahhhhmmmm ..."
Wrenching beneath the shower's spray, she climaxed in delicious completion, coming luxuriously with the sharp image of Harve's stabbing meat soaring in her mind.
At last, refreshed and glowing, she stepped out and slipped into a bathrobe, then went back downstairs to find supper ready and waiting.
"My, you have been busy!" she beamed, observing her daughter's handiwork with a warm satisfaction she hadn't felt in so long. "It all looks wonderful, darling. I keep forgetting what a grown-up young lady you're getting to be!"
Still emanating the shameful and totally unashamed joy of fulfillment Harve had released, she bent and kissed Tish on the forehead, then sat down to discover she was famished.
Pleased at her mother's reaction, Tish blushed. "I'm afraid you may not think so after supper. I've got a babysitting appointment for the Porters, and I'm late already."
Gloria frowned slightly at that. "I'm not so sure I like having you babysit for them. Ina Porter's nice enough, but that husband of hers—well, I've heard stories. I don't like him, and I don't even know the man!"
Tish laughed. "Oh, don't worry about that! I've sat for them before, and he doesn't bother me. You can't believe every story you hear!"
Making a last unconvinced sound of disapproval, Gloria dove into her meal.
Tish ate hurriedly, not wanting to be late for her first babysitting job of the summer. Finishing quickly, she rose and darted upstairs to change into a skirt and blouse outfit, then rushed back down and swept past her mother, pausing just long enough to give her a peck on the cheek.
"Bye, Mom. And don't bother waiting up. I may be late, and you need your rest."
As she stormed out of the house, she heard her mother's warning voice behind her. "Just don't let that Cliff Porter get away with anything wrong.
We don't need money that much ..."
Letting the front door slam shut behind her, Tish made for the Porters' home, three blocks away.
She arrived out of breath and barely on time, pushing the doorbell button.
After a moment the door swung in, and Cliff Porter stood there in slacks and undershirt, grinning at her. "Well well, I wasn't sure you were going to make it, Tish. And what's all the hard breathing for? Your babysitting date isn't interfering with another kind of date, is it? Like one of -those sessions with one of your little boyfriends?"
Tish smiled. She knew more about Mr. Porter than she'd admitted to her Mom. All the girls who babysat for his two children knew how he liked to tease and leer at them and steal little feels and pinches when he could.
And although her mother didn't know it, Tish had never minded Cliff Porter's flirtations at all last summer when she'd started babysitting for him. A roughly handsome man, he'd always made her feel impish and sexy.
And despite this afternoon's experience with Randy, she found herself enjoying his admiration and teasing smirks as much as ever.
"Oh no, Mr. Porter," she said in a taunting, lilting voice. "I wouldn't miss this date for anything!"
Laughing, he drew back and held the door wide open. "Well then, I'll try not to disappoint my favorite babysitter. Come on in, and we'll take it from there."
Bouncing haughtily past him, Tish strode into the living room, expecting to find the rest of the Porter family there.
But to her surprise, it was empty. For that matter, there wasn't a noise from anywhere in the^ house.
"Where is everybody??" she asked, turning once more to face him. "This is the right evening, isn't it? Didn't you tell me on the phone to come by tonight?"
"Sure I did," he said lightly, shutting the front door. "Ina just took the kids out for ice cream. They should be back any minute. You don't mind waiting, do you?"
Tish shook her head, noting that Cliff didn't look much like a man who intended to go out this evening.
But before she had time to consider it, he changed the subject, looking her up and down with a greedy expression. "My God, how you've grown this year! Last summer you seemed like . . . well, like a kid. But now—you really have blossomed into a woman. Christ!"
She had to smile again at that. The way he was staring at her, Cliff could hardly keep from smacking his lips. And she liked that kind of appreciation. It made her cunt tingle and cream.
"I'll bet you don't remember how I used to pay you," he said slowly, testingly. "Remember our little hiding game? And where I used to keep the money?"
"Sure I do," she said, remembering all too well.
"Well then," his lips tugged into a daring grin. "Why don't we just find out? Go on, the money's in the same old place. And while we're waiting, I may as well pay you in advance. All you have to do is get it—if you really remember how, that is."
She knew perfectly well where the money was. Cliff always put it in a cookie jar atop the kitchen cabinet, just as he did all his babysitters. He liked to make them get it themselves, and Tish remembered how last summer she'd always thought it was just a silly game, even though she'd never minded playing it.
But after a year's worth of growing up, she now knew exactly why he kept the money so high. And at the moment, she didn't mind playing his little game at all. "I know right where it is, and I'll show you. Just watch, Mr. Porter!"
With those words she dashed into the kitchen and pulled a conveniently placed dining chair over to the counter by the sink, then stepped up on it and reached for the cookie jar resting in its usual place.
The short skirt she was wearing rode up her thighs practically to her panties, and she heard Cliff's. hiss of breath at the sight of her long, bare slender legs.
"Need some help?" he asked in a voice that was slightly gritty and choked.
"No thanks," she answered quickly, knowing that he was observing her every movement. Though her fingers closed on the cookie jar easily, she was in a mood to tease him a bit more. With that in mind she stretched even farther, feeling the border of her skirt slide up to expose just a hint of her panties.
"That's it," Cliff said in a rough tone, smiling at the flash of sheer white fabric that played hide-and-seek before him. Its translucent material stretched taut to give him a glimpse of the tight cleavage of her full asscheeks. "Now you're doing it. Just a little more ..."
Thrilling to the reaction she was creating, Tish leaned even further, trying to pretend that she was totally unaware of what was taking place.
But her pretense didn't last for long. Suddenly the dainty offering in front of him was too good to pass up. Without hesitation Cliff strode up behind her and raised his hands.
"Here, the least I can do is help steady you.
How's this?"
His palms went up to cup her ass, and Tish giggled with horny delight, glancing back over her shoulder. "I don't think that's the kind of steadying I need, Mr. Porter."
"Oh, I think it is," he answered, his throat tightening. "For me anyway. Oh yeah, you've grown into a real woman, honey. I think this is just what we both need!"
His hands had been lovingly kneading her ass, making her cunt tingle lusciously. Without warning they abruptly went up even farther, and Tish found her panties unexpectedly being jerked down.
She gasped at the sudden exposure of her bare ass, but even as she opened her mouth to protest she felt Cliff's lips trailing across her flesh, and his tongue darting out.
"Oh!" Tish trembled as his wet hot probe glided over her ass and dipped into its taut crevice to locate the pink puckered rim of her anus.
She'd never even imagined having her asshole licked, and his flicking tongue sent shivers of oozing delight all through her. "Oh Mr. Porter, that's —ooh, Cliff, that feels so good!"
Urged by the teenager's reaction, he strained forward without hesitation, burying his face in that sweet little asscrack and stabbing his tongue eagerly up her small tight hole. All last summer he'd been aching to do just this. He'd dreamed about it each time they played their game, holding back only because of her naive youth. But now, free of fear and guilt at the realization that Tish was no longer a little girl, he attacked her beautiful little asshole with furious built-up hunger, driving his wedge between her rippling cheeks and wiggling it deep into its tiny dank sheath.
At the same time Tish found her panties being pulled away entirely. A moment later she stood on the chair nude from the waist down, skirt bunched at her hips and Cliff's slurping probe gouging her shithole like a fat squirming worm.
"Ohhhh ..." she groaned at the luxurious joy of having her ass tongued. "Eat me, eat my asshole like that, oh Cliff I feel it sliding in and out, fuck my hole with your big tongue, more, more!"
Forgetting entirely that the rest of his family could walk in any moment, she undulated and arched on the chair, grinding her ass to his face.
Cliff clutched the moaning girl and jabbed his shaft of slippery meat to her like a pecker. His fingers spread her ass-cheeks wide, and the sweet fragrance of her arousal begged him on, until soon she was humping on his tongue in little spasms of joy.
"Ah—ah that's so nice, oh shit fuck piss it's good baby, suck my asshole, yes!"
Humping backward frantically, she exploded in juicy torrents of climax on his digging tongue.
And in the midst of Tish's ecstatic gyrations, Cliff pulled back with a knowing chuckle. "Now, how about the flip side? You've got quite a tongue-lashing coming to you, young lady. A whole year's worth. So turn right around and face it like an adult."
Tish did just that, spinning around on the chair and confronting him with her skirt pulled up, his eyes level with the delicious creamy marvel of her young pussy.
"Is ... is this what you're after, Mr. Porter?" she asked in a sexy little-girl voice, oozing hot nectar at his hungry gaze. "Why are you looking at me like that? Haven't you ever seen a woman's cunt before?"
Cliff started to answer, but his voice wouldn't work. The abrupt spectacle of that precious gold-trimmed twat before him had his cock dancing up in pure agony.
"Oh yeah," he muttered, taking in the teenager's slim wet thighs and glistening mound of fur. "Yeah, I've seen lots of cunts all right. But this one's special. Want to know why?"
Giddy at the blatant way she was showing herself off, Tish giggled. "Why?"
"Because this one's good enough to eat. And that's just what I'm going to do . . . ummm . . ."
His face bobbed forward, and she let out a small cry as his tongue drove along her drooling cuntlips and found the button of her clit. "Aaannnhhh!"
She wobbled on the chair, legs parting wide and skirt collapsing over Cliffs head as she clung to him, shoving her cunt to his smacking lips.
The frantic babysitter sobbed and lurched as he greedily drank up her juices and darted his probe over her pussy slit for more. Each rasp of his rough tongue over her clit sent new fervor shooting through her, and it wasn't long before she was collapsing herself, crumpling backward onto the kitchen counter, legs spread wide and Cliff's mouth fastened to her pussy.
Then he was ramming his tongue up her fuck channel like a dick, fucking her cunt the same way he'd fucked her ass. It took only a few strokes of his slithering wet slab to again bring her to wild climactic frenzy.
"Eat me!" she wailed, humping up and grabbing handfuls of his hair. "Eat my pussy and fuck it, oh yes baby fuck it nice and hard, I want to come on your to—UUUNNNGGGHHH!"
Twisting and arching insatiably, Tish cried out in ripping orgasm.
"Fffmmm ..." Cliff gave a muffled groan, his prick surging up with an unendurable plea for attention. Hot floods of cuntcream gushed across his face, and he gulped it all down until at last the ache in his pecker grew too intense to ignore another moment.
Then he pulled back gasping and began to unfasten his trousers, his face slick and his eyes consuming her still-twitching snatch.
"Now we're going to play a new hiding game, honey. And this time we'll be using your delicious cookie jar instead of mine, and it won't be money I'm hiding, but this!"
He jerked his pants down, and Tish sucked in a breath at the massive dick that jumped free. All veined and rigid, it was every bit as big as Randy's and looked even thicker. Its knobbed head was reddened and inflamed, the tip of its pink-rimmed piss-hole already gleaming with a trace of cum.
It was all Tish could have hoped for, and more.
"Yes!" she panted, reaching out to wrap her fingers about his prong and guide him to her. "Hide your pecker inside me, get it deep in my pussy—and hurry!"
With a harsh laugh Cliff pushed himself between her widespread thighs as Tish pulled his fat stiff wand straight for her pussy.
She let out a delighted cry as its knobbed head pried her young cuntlips apart and lodged inside her. Cliff's prick was indeed thicker than Randy's, as she quickly found out. He surged forward, and inch after enormous inch sunk into her with inexorable demand, until she shrieked at the mixture of pain and bliss.
"Oh you're splitting me in two! It hurts, oh it hurts so nice, more—morrrre!" Slightly surprised at the way this sweet innocent girl took his meat, Cliff really gave it to her then. Ramming home in a burst of strength, he slammed his dick totally into the squirming girl. "Aaannnhhh!"
She writhed on the cum-slickened countertop, coming furiously as his cockbase mashed against her clit and his rod began to piston in and out, reaming her cunt with its sheer hugeness.
"That's it, Mr. Porter, you're making me cum —oh yeah, yeah baby, harder oh, Cliff, harder, harderrrr!"
With a series of fulfilled wails she bounced on top of the counter, shuddering with a lunge of his giant pecker as it buried its length again and again in her willing twat.
Overwhelmed by the teenager's unanticipated expertise, Cliff felt his load of jism bubbling up with an itch that grew from deep in his balls and suddenly exploded outward, making him lurch forward with a loud groan as his cock soared hilt-deep in that melting cunt and blasted its pent-up wad.
"GGGAAANNNHHH!"
Tish bawled in utter rapture as for the.second time in her life she felt a man's cockcream spurt up her precious hole.
"Gimme!" she cooed, grabbing his ass and holding him tight inside her in delirious culmination. "Gimme your jizz baby, now oh ohh OHHH-hhhhhhhh . . ."
Weaving with drunken happiness, she took every pulsing blast of prickjuice Cliff's cock had to offer.
Then, when he was absolutely drained, she slumped back with a satisfied little groan.
He withdrew his shaft at last, and a little spurt of jism drooled from her hole as he chuckled once more, pulling up his pants. "Jesus!" he muttered, eyebrows arching. "Jesus Christ, honey. You've been taking some extra-curricular classes this past year, I see!"
Tish merely smiled, not wanting to admit that her experience had only begun yesterday.
"Yes indeed," he went on, zipping his fly. "I see that I'm going to have to invite you over an hour early every time you babysit for us. It looks like Ina and the kids'll be eating a lot of ice cream this summer!"
At that moment they both heard a car pull up, and Tish scampered to get into her panties. She paused only long enough to give his crotch a loving squeeze and smile with a bright glow. "I only hope they're not the only ones who do a lot of eating this summer!"
They were both laughing with barely-masked zeal as Cliff's family came noisily through the door.