Chapter 3
Helen yawned, shut her history textbook and tossed it onto the coffee table. Then she sat quietly in the lavishly-furnished living room, watching the minutes pass and anxiously mulling over her thoughts.
It was almost eleven o'clock. Mr. Michaels would be home from his party soon. He'd look in on his little son, drive her home, and her babysitting assignment would be over. Helen still hadn't decided if she wanted him to fuck her.
She'd been thinking about it constantly for the past several days, ever since he'd called her to baby-sit on Saturday night. The inward struggle was driving her crazy. Since sucking Terri's pussy the week before, Helen had been unable to get sex out of her mind. The more she fantasized about it, the more she knew she wanted a man's big, throbbing cock, shredding the cherry guarding her virgin cunt.
Don Michaels was the perfect candidate for the job of popping her cherry. Tall, lean and handsome, a divorced, thirty-five-year-old man with an infant son, he'd been one of her most regular babysitting customers for the past several years. Deep down inside, Helen had always wanted to fuck him, and she sensed the feeling was mutual. Several times she'd caught Mr. Michaels secretly studying her body, admiring her long legs or the curve of her ass, or the size of her unusually ample tits.
But desiring something was one thing, and doing it was another. Helen glanced at the clock's advancing second hand and groaned with frustration. What was she going to do? He was going to be home any minute! She had to make up her mind.
It was a hot night, and Helen had worn a T-shirt and cut-offs ensemble that revealed much of her body's voluptuous contours. But she suddenly realized that she wanted to advertise even more of her figure.
Impulsively, Helen pulled off her T-shirt and unhooked her bra. The lacy D-cups fluttered to the floor, revealing her big, bare, fat-nippled tits. Helen stuffed the bra into her purse and put the T-shirt on again. A quick glance in the mirror on the opposite wall showed that she had just transformed herself into an invitation to rape.
The cotton T-shirt clung to her naked torso, outlining her large, firm young tits as clearly as if she had nothing on at all. Her stiff nipples could be seen clearly. The slightest shrug of her shoulders made her spongy tits jiggle and sway tantalizingly.
Helen blushed with embarrassment as she looked at herself, but made no move to retrieve the bra from her purse. She'd dream up some explanation if Mr. Michaels asked her what happened to it. At least now he'd know how she felt.
"Oh, Helen!" The front door opened and slammed shut. "Helen, where are you? I'm home!"
Don Michaels walked into the living room. His tie was loose around his unbuttoned collar, and his hair was disheveled. Obviously he was very drunk. Helen turned her head shyly when she saw his eyes move immediately to her tits.
"I'm right here," she said, smiling weakly. "Everything went fine, Mr. Michaels. Your little boy was quiet as a mouse all night."
Don weaved across the living room and flopped on the sofa next to Helen. He was still staring at her tits. In spite of his drunken condition, he seemed embarrassed by his interest in her body. Then he saw the textbook, and started thumbing through it enthusiastically.
"History! One of my favorite subjects!" he exclaimed. "Jesus, this used to be about the only class I could get an A in high school. What'cha studying?"
"Oh, Switzerland," Helen replied, trying to be casual. "It's just some stupid course all the juniors have to enroll in."
Helen picked up the glass of ice water she'd been sipping all evening and took a long swallow. But she'd forgotten that she wasn't wearing a bra. As soon as she moved, her tits started jiggling outrageously, so much so that Don would have noticed if he'd been a ninety-year-old priest.
His eyes bulged. Again he stared at her tits, and this time his stare was so blatant that Helen was overwhelmed with nervousness. The glass slipped out of her hand, spilling ice water all over the crotch of his dress slacks.
"Oh, God!" Blushing crimson, Helen grabbed her purse and searched frantically for something to clean up the mess. "Oh, Jesus, Mr. Michaels! I'm so sorry. Oh, God, I'm such an idiot! Oh, please, I'll get that for you, don't move, I'll do it!"
Hurriedly Helen pulled a handkerchief out of her purse and energetically rubbed the damp seam on the inside of Michael's thigh. She wasn't thinking about sex, and it wasn't until she touched a soft, swelling lump that she realized she had her hand directly over his cock.
Don gulped hard and said nothing. Helen's blush turned scarlet. For a long moment she stared at him wide-eyed. "Oh, Mr. Michaels," she stammered. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean ..."
Then she looked at his pants again, and her mood changed completely.
Something had grown in the crotch of his pants. It was a huge, long, thick pipe, rising out of his groin so stiffly that it had turned the front of his slacks into a tent. Helen glanced at his face. He was blushing too, as hard as she was. Then she realized that he had a gigantic hard-on.
"Oh, Mr. Michaels!" she exclaimed breathlessly.
Don fidgeted nervously. "Uh, sorry about that, Helen. You know how it is. You're a pretty girl. Uh..."
Helen stared shamelessly at his cock. Before her eyes, his massive hard-on twitched and jerked, as if struggling to be released from confinement. She could see the mushroom-shaped outline of his cockhead and the circumference of the shaft.
Then she lost all control over herself. Her suppressed sexuality boiled over in an instant, making her vision blur and her pussy throb violently in her cut-off jeans. Before she knew what she was doing, Helen had grabbed his swollen cock in both hands and was rubbing it fiercely through his pants.
"Oh, Jesus!" Don gasped and glanced nervously around the room. "Uh, Helen, I think you better knock that off. You're a little young for me."
"Give it to me," Helen whispered savagely. "I want to see your fucking cock!"
Her fingers tore at his zipper and belt buckle, violently ripping his slacks to his knees. Helen fished in the opening of his jockey shorts and groaned with pleasure as she pulled out her first cock.
She nearly fainted when she saw it in the raw. The blood-engorged shaft was long and incredibly thick, so bloated that it twitched and pulsed as it stood out of his underwear. Blue veins stood out on the rock-hard shaft. The knob was fat and purple, and sticky, white cum oozed from the slit in the tip.
Helen was so horny she thought she'd cum in her panties. Her hands trembled as she pulled his shorts down to his bunched-up pants, completely exposing his hard-on and his huge, hairy balls. Then she wrapped both hands around his cock and clumsily started jerking him off, milking and tugging the loose flesh up and down the shaft of his prick.
"Oh, fuck, that feels good!" Don gasped. His expression clouded as the teenage girl's unskilled hands eagerly stroked his cock. "You're gonna make me lose control of myself, Helen. You're underage. I'm not supposed to ... to ...unhhh ..."
"Let me suck it," Helen pleaded. She leaned over his lap, wetting her lips as she stared intently at the jism drooling from his cum-slit. "Oh, please, let me give you a blowjob, Mr. Michaels! I want to suck your cock so bad!"
Don slid his hand behind her head, silently encouraging her to take his cock into her mouth. Helen parted her lips and buried her face in his lap, whimpering with satisfaction as she allowed the spongy, salty-tasting crown of his cock to bore down her throat.
In her mouth his prick felt big and good, and she knew instantly that she had to drink his cum. Her eagerness gave her a natural skill in cocksucking. Helen wrapped her hand tightly around the base of his prick, slowly milking and jerking it as if she'd been giving head all her life. Then she clasped her lips in a pursed circle under the knob. Wet, slurping, smacking noises filled the living room as she hungrily sucked his cock.
"Oh, goddamn it!" Don bit his lip as his big hard-on throbbed and pulsed in her mouth. He stared at the cock-stuffed face hovering over his lap. "Jesus, you like to suck hard, don't you? How long have you been giving head?"
Helen didn't want to tell him that he was her very first one. Instead she tightened her grip around the base of his prick and sucked it more feverishly than ever, sloppily sliding her tongue all over the rubbery knob of his cock.
The more she sucked the better she got at giving a blowjob. The painful twitches of his prick told her what he liked. Helen learned to fold her lips over her teeth and to pucker her cheeks to increase the suction.
Don was gasping and groaning, and the increasing hardness of his aching cock told her that he was close to shooting his load. Helen was dying to suck it up. Her cheeks flushed scarlet as she sucked as hard as she possibly could, racing her hand in a little blur up and down his swollen cock.
"Oh, fuck!" Don hissed. He lifted his ass off the sofa and held Helen's head tightly as the jism churned in his burning nuts. "I'm gonna blow my wad, honey! Oh, shit, here it ... ahhhhh ..."
The cream cascaded from his open cum-slit, gushing violently down Helen's throat. Helen tasted the salty jizz on her tongue and whimpered as she realized it was the most delicious liquid in the world. Her throat muscles worked. She slurped loudly and obscenely as she struggled to gulp down every drop.
But her sucking had forced Don to blow a very big load, and there was more of his jism than she could take. The hot squirts kept shooting out of his cockhead until her mouth was full of cum. The white liquid dribbled out of her lips as he finished cumming, running down her chin and staining her shirt.
"Okay, stop it!" Don gasped, pushing her away. "I can't take any more! Stop now!"
Reluctantly, Helen withdrew her lips from his big prick. Don sighed and dropped his head on the back of the sofa. His prick was still completely hard from the voracious blow-job, jerking and throbbing as it stood out of his tightened, cum-drained nuts.
"I don't know how the fuck that happened," he panted wearily. "Jesus, you're just a teenager. I could get arrested for this. I must have been out of my fucking mind."
"But I'm not going to tell anybody!" Helen protested. She held his cock in her fist and continued to stroke it hotly. "Please, Mr. Michaels, I want you to fuck me now! I don't want to be a virgin any more!"
Don looked at her and grimly shook his head. Helen knew she had to do something to turn him on again. Rising from the sofa, she stood in front of him and cupped her big, braless tits through her shirt.
"What's the matter, Mr. Michaels, don't you like my body?" she purred. "Don't you think I've got nice tits? They're pretty big, aren't they? If you fuck me, I'll let you suck them as much as you like."
Don's breath caught in his throat as he watched Helen's tits jiggle and shake. Helen giggled and pulled off her shirt, exposing her naked tits. Her nipples were the size of silver dollars, stiff and flushed crimson with her arousal.
"Oh, Christ," Don groaned.
"Fuck me," Helen repeated. She pulled her cutoffs over the rounded cheeks of her plump ass, sliding them down her long, tapering legs, leaving herself completely naked. Her cunt was so wet that beads of moisture gleamed in the short, curly brown hairs forming a triangle over her pussy slit.
"My cunt feels so hot, Mr. Michaels! Can't you smell it? Please fuck me! If you fuck me, I'll suck your cock as much as you want."
Don seemed helpless as he sat on the couch with his pants bunched around his ankles, torn between lust on one hand and moral principle on the other. His prick was still rock hard. Helen looked at his cock and decided to take the initiative herself.
She mounted him, straddling his hips and planting her knees on the sofa cushions to either side of his waist. Dropping her hand between her soft thighs, she warmly gripped the pulsing shaft of his cock. Then a wanton, satisfied whimper escaped her throat as she rubbed the spongy knob all over the juice-gushing slit of her cunt.
"Awwww, yes!" she gasped. "Stick it in me, Mr. Michaels! Ram your cock up my pussy! Oh, yes, I want it so bad! Fuck my cunt hard!"
Feverishly Helen started to buck her ass awkwardly, but eagerly trying to force his prick up her cunt. Don stopped trying to control himself. Replacing her fist on his cock with his own, he winced as he tried to force the knob into the pouting, pink lips of her cunt.
But it wouldn't fit into her pussy. Helen's virgin cunt was so tight and small, and her cherry was still intact. Don grunted as he bucked his ass, but he couldn't ram the fat head of his cock into her cunt.
"Nhuunhh! Why ... ungghh ... why won't your cock go in me?" Helen squealed. The perspiration beaded on her forehead as she violently humped on top of him, desperate to feel her teenage pussy invaded by a thick, satisfying cock. "Oh, Mr. Michaels! This is driving me crazy! Why won't it go in?"
"Let me suck you," Michaels panted hoarsely. He pushed her away and lay on his back on the couch, motioning for her to sit on his face. "Loosen you up ... make your pussy nice and slick. Make you cum, Helen."
Helen desperately wanted to be fucked, but the memory of her suck session with Terri made her quick to oblige. Panting, she thrust her knees into the couch to either side of his ears and dropped her ass, sighing as she ground her steaming pussy onto his mouth.
"That feels good already!" she gasped. "Does my cunt taste good to you?"
Don's reply was muffled as he spoke through her bush of pussy hair. His hands slid up her shapely thighs, cupping and squeezing the succulent, creamy globes of her ass. Then he tasted her pussy juices and avidly began to dart his tongue between the silken lips of her aching cunt.
"Nnnnnnnnn," Helen sighed. Her expression contorted obscenely with pleasure as his tongue sent tingling waves of ecstasy shooting through her fuck-hole. "Oh, suck meeee!" Hotly she humped her ass as he held her ass cheeks in his hands, shamelessly fucking her cunt all over his face. "Suck on my pussy! Oh, I love you! Oh, Mr. Michaels, suck my cunt!"
Don kissed and licked and sucked her steaming pussy slit, doing everything he could to bring her off. Helen felt the juices gushing from her cunt, and he swallowed noisily as he lapped up her wetness. His hands roamed over her gorgeous body, patting her belly, kneading her big, spongy tits.
"Unh, unh, unh, unh ... " Helen grunted, unable to control her moans of pleasure. Furiously she jerked her ass, pounding her pussy onto his mouth again and again. She was beside herself with lust. Already she could feel the heat building deep inside her cunt, and she knew she was about to cum.
"Make me cream, Mr. Michaels!" she cried. "Do it now! My pussy's so fucking hot! I'll die if you don't make me cum!"
Sliding his hand between the cheeks of her ass, Don made Helen stiffen as he fondled her rubbery little asshole. His finger probed the small, puckered ring, then bored deeply into her asshole and started jacking her off.
Helen grunted and thrust back her ass, trying to get as much of his finger inside her asshole as she could. Don's free hand moved between her thighs. He rammed two fingers into her pussy and loosened her virgin cunt, helping her cum.
"Suck my clit now!" Helen squealed. She flushed as the pleasure built inside her ravaged cunt and asshole. "Unh! Suck it! Oh, fuck, Mr. Michaels! Make me cum!"
Don glued his lips to the stiff, swollen bud of her clit. Pumping his fingers in and out of her asshole and pussy, he sucked it feverishly, nibbling the ultra-sensitive tip with his teeth.
"Cumming!" Helen gasped. "Ahh, ahhhh, ahhhh, fuck! Oh, fuck, I'm cummmiiinnnggg!"
Again and again the spasms coursed through her pussy, making her cunt throb and her rubbery asshole pucker tightly around his finger. Helen moaned and shuddered for nearly a minute as the orgasm swept through her naked young body. Then she simply collapsed, sliding from the couch onto her back on the floor.
"Fuck me now," she pleaded deliriously. She spread her thighs wide apart and lifted her knees to her shoulders, opening her cunt for the invasion of a man's stiff, thrusting cock. "I want your cock in me now, Mr. Michaels! Fuck my cunt as hard as you want!"
With his aching hard-on twitching before him, Don slid from the couch to the floor. He knelt between Helen's spread-eagled thighs, held his cock in his fist and pushed the knob into the dripping gash of her pussy. Then he bucked his ass hard, trying to force his prick all the way up her cunt in one thrust.
But it wouldn't go in. Helen felt something tearing at the opening of her pussy, but only a quarter inch of Don's prick fit into her tight, small cunt.
"Oh, fuck, this is driving me crazy!" Whimpering with frustration, Helen bucked her ass in a desperate effort to get his cock inside her. "Keep trying! Please, Mr. Michaels, I want to get fucked so bad!"
Don Michaels kept trying, but it was no use. His cock simply wouldn't fit into her pussy. After five minutes of frustration, his prick went soft for the night. Even Helen's most frantic sucking couldn't make his cock stiff again.
Helen had never been so frustrated in her life. When Don finally drove her home a half-hour later, she felt no lessening of her desire for sex. Instead, her need to get fucked was stronger than ever, and her feelings of shame and guilt were forgotten parts of the past. One way or the other, she had to figure out a way to get her babysitting customer's cock inside her cunt.