Babysitter in heat

CHAPTER FIVE

Tracy couldn't believe her eyes when she reported for her next babysitting job – a teenage boy who still needed a sitter? The family's name was Dixon, and their son was actually taller than Tracy. She tried to keep a straight-face as Mrs. Dixon explained what her duties would be.

"Donald is allowed one small snack after dinner," Mrs. Dixon said. "See that he does his homework and that he goes to bed by ten. No TV unless he finishes his homework. Is all that clear, Tracy?"

"Yes, ma'am," Tracy said solemnly. "Have a nice evening. When can I expect you home?"

"We're going to the open," Mr. Dixon sighed, "and that's five hours at the least. Don't expect us back till after midnight."

The Dixons left, and Tracy turned to get a better look at their son Donald. He was a tall, lanky kid with dark brown hair, and he might have been good-looking if he hadn't been wearing thick horn-rimmed glasses. Right now he looked mortified, blushing hotly as Tracy scrutinized him.

"Don't say it," he moaned.

"Say what?" Tracy asked.

"Aw, you know," Donald sighed. "Why a guy my age has to have a babysitter. It sure as hell wasn't my idea. My folks insisted on it."

"But why?" Tracy said. "You're plenty old enough to stay by yourself."

"I know that, but they don't," Donald said miserably. "See, I'm an only child, and they didn't have me till they were pretty old, and I guess they're just super uptight about me."

"What a bummer," Tracy said.

"You're telling me," he sighed. "Just promise me something, okay? Don't tell any of the kids at school about this."

"Sure," Tracy said.

She was beginning to feel sorry for Donald. She was also getting some pretty interesting ideas about how they could spend the evening. His parents might think he was just a little kid, but that lean lanky body belonged to a man. And Tracy was feeling horny as usual. She hadn't been laid in several days. Here was a chance to do something about it.

She walked over to Donald and stopped within a foot of him. "Do you think I'm pretty, Donald?" she asked.

"Wow, I sure do, Tracy," he said eagerly. "But do me a favor, okay, and call me Don?"

"Sure, Don," Tracy purred. "And you can do me a favor and take off your glasses. I think you'd look, much neater without them."

Don instantly whipped off his glasses and, sure enough, he was a really nice-looking boy. Tracy's interest increased. Considering his over-protective parents, it was likely that he'd never had anything to do with girls. That could be a drag but it was nothing Tracy couldn't handle.

"Have you ever been out with a girl, Don?" she said.

"Are you kidding?" he sighed. "My folks say I have to wait till I'm eighteen before I can even date."

"What a pisser," Tracy said. "It must be awful hard for you to wait."

He just gave her a look of horny anguish. There was nothing abnormal about this kid. His parents might be a little weird, but Don clearly had all the natural instincts of a typically horny teenage boy. Tracy saw that he'd be putty in her hands. She smiled and brushed against him, and he shivered with longing.

"Maybe you won't have to wait till you're eighteen, Don," she purred. "For instance, you could kiss me right now if you want."

"Oh, boy, do I ever," he croaked.

He jammed his mouth clumsily onto hers, but the movements of Tracy's lips soon taught him what to do. She showed him how to give deep sensuous tongue kisses that had both of them squirming with horniness. He was a very fast learner, anxious to please. Tracy felt her little pussy getting all wet and hot and swollen as they continued their lessons in kissing.

"Mmmmmmm, that's nice, Don," she said. "So nice – I'm getting dizzy. Why don't we go sit on the couch?"

"Sure, Tracy, whatever you say," he panted.

On the couch Don eagerly continued kissing her, but Tracy was getting restless for more action. She waited till the flush-faced kid came up for air, then gave him a big sexy grin. Don almost moaned aloud.

"I bet you've never played with a girl's tits before, right?" she leered.

"Right," Don groaned. He glanced down and saw her ripe round tits swelling under her skin-tight jersey. "Could I play with yours, Tracy, please?"

"Sure, Don, I'd like that," she cooed.

His hot moist hands instantly closed over the globes of her tits. She could feel the heat of his hands even through her jersey and bra. He molded and squeezed, getting more excited by the second. Tracy endured his amateurish fondling for a few moments, then took his hands and drew them away from her tits.

"I didn't mean play with them through my clothes, Don," she grinned. "It's a lot more fun if you take the girl's clothes off. Here, I'll help you."

Don could scarcely believe his eyes when Tracy pulled off her jersey, tousling her short curly golden hair. He gawked at her tiny blue bikini bra. It barely contained her pale swelling tits. Tracy took his hands and guided them around behind her to the catch of her bra. He fumbled with it, his hands trembling and sweating, and finally got it open.

"Go ahead, Don," Tracy purred. "Take my bra off."

"Oh, man," he moaned.

He drew off her bra and stared at her naked tits. Like most boys his age, Don had a secret stash of girlie magazines that he studied and jacked off to, but he didn't think any of the girls in those pictures had nicer tits than Tracy's. He ogled the creamy-skinned globes and large light-pink nipples. Her tits stuck straight out, perfectly firm.

"You can touch my tits if you want to, Don," she purred.

Don was too aroused even to reply. He moaned and cupped her luscious young tits, gently squeezing and molding. The skin was like silk. As he fondled her tits, her nipples went stiff and pointed, rubbing hungrily against his palms.

"Mmmmmmm, that feels so nice, Don," she said huskily.

She wasn't kidding him. His hands were hot on her sensitive tits, and with each squeeze she felt a jolt of pleasure that ran right down to her hotly creaming pussy. She sneaked a glance at Don's crotch and saw that it was bulging with a super hard-on. She could hardly wait to fuck him, but she figured she'd better teach him a few things first. He was totally innocent when it came to girls.

"Do you like playing with my tits, Don?" she said.

"I sure do, Tracy," he sighed. "It's the most fun I ever had in my life."

"Well, you're gonna have a lot more fun than that," Tracy grinned, "if you just learn how to turn a girl on. Want me to teach you?"

"Shit, yes," Don said.

"Okay," Tracy said, "it's easy enough to get your hands on a girl's tits, but then you have to keep her interested. Try using your mouth instead of your hands. It really turns me on to get my nipples sucked."

She couldn't have found a more eager student than Don. She'd hardly finished speaking before she felt his mouth around her right nipple. His mouth was juicy and scorching hot, and as he sucked the whole large and tender cone inside, Tracy gasped with pleasure. He sucked noisily on her tit, a loud slurping sound, and she gurgled and moaned.

"Aaaahhhh, yessss," she sighed, "that's it, Don. Suck my nipple good and fast."

Don was more than happy to oblige her. This was the most thrilling moment of his young life. He'd never dreamed he'd get near a girl before he was grown up and away from his parents' stern supervision, and he certainly never dreamed he could make it with a sexy chick like Tracy. He loudly gobbled her juicy hot nipple, while his bloated cock lurched impatiently in the confinement of his jeans.

"Mmmmmm. That's getting me so excited," Tracy sighed. "Now suck my other nipple, Don."

Don obliged. His only concern right now was the very real possibility of coming in his pants. He didn't know what Tracy was up to, where she was leading him, and he hardly dared hope that she'd let him fuck her. He couldn't think of anything but present moment, sucking hotly and loudly on her luscious tits and making her moan with pleasure.

"Okay. Don," she panted, "let's move on now. Say you've got a girl all excited from sucking her tits. The next step is to get your hand inside her pants. A girl is even more sensitive there. Go ahead, try it."

Still too excited to reply, Don clumsily wedged his hand under the tricky waistband of her jeans and tried to reach her crotch. No go, her jeans were too snug. He hastily unsnapped them and tugged open the zipper. Now he could see her lacy blue bikini panties. He slipped his hand inside them and touched the warm soft fur of her bush. He pressed the springy curls and felt the hot fleshy mound underneath.

"Mmmmmmm, yeah, Don, that's good," Tracy panted, "don't stop there. Find my clit and play with it if you want to keep me excited."

"Your clit?" Don said. "What's that?"

Tracy tried to control her lusty impatience. She had to remember that this kid was even more inexperienced than she was. She shoved her jeans and panties down to her thighs, exposing the thick glossy triangle of her golden bush. While Don gawked, the spread the furry lips of her muff and revealed the tiny red lump of her clit.

"This is it," she panted. "Girls love to be touched there. Here, give me your hand and I'll show you what to do."

"S-s-sure, Tracy," Don croaked.

His mind was blown with so many new, exciting things that he felt dizzy. He was seeing his first pussy, seeing firsthand how different girls were from boys. Then he was touching his first cunt and Tracy showed him how to press his fingertip against her hot wet clit and rub it. The little lump throbbed under his stroking finger. As he started frigging her, she gave a squeal of pleasure and drenched his finger with scalding cunt cream.

"Oh-h-h-h-h," she whined. "Yeah, Don, rub my clit. Keep doing it. Aaaaahhhh, shit, that feels good."

Don watched his finger in lusty fascination. He was actually rubbing a girl's pussy and making her moan with excitement. It all looked so beautiful down there, that golden-furred muff, that glistening wet red flesh. In her mounting excitement, Tracy kicked off her jeans and panties, then spread her legs, showing him her luscious naked gash.

"Frig meeeee," she squealed. "Rub my clit, Don, get me off."

He saw a little hole at the very center of her crotch. Could it be her cunt? Don's parents had told him about the mechanics of sex, but that was all. He had no idea how it would feel to shove his rock-hard young cock into a girl's cunt. But he suspected it would feel terrific. He frigged Tracy's red-hot clit faster, harder, hoping to get her so excited that she'd let him fuck her.

"Unngghhh, Don, you're making me come!" she shrieked. "Aaahhhh, unnngghhh."

Her petite naked body rocked violently, much to Don's surprise. He watched her bucking hips and furiously wobbling tits. He hadn't even known that girls could come, let alone come that violently. Her cunt squirted sizzling juice against his massaging hand as she came.

"Aaahhhhh, so good," she moaned.

Don was growing bolder now. After all, she'd let him strip her naked, suck her tits, and play with her pussy, so why wouldn't she let him do more? By the time her spasms had faded, he was full of eager questions. He moved his finger off her wet clit and trailed it down to the oozing little hole at the center of her swollen red gash. He twirled his fingertip around and Tracy shivered lustily.

"Tracy, what's this hole?" he asked. "Is it your cunt?"

"Yes, Don," she purred. "Go ahead and play with it if you want. Stick your fingers in it and see what it's like."

"Jesus, yes," Don sighed.

He could hardly wait. His girlie magazines had a few pictures of girls with their legs spread, showing their pussies, but that didn't give him any idea of how a real live cunt would feel. He wriggled his stiff middle finger up Tracy's cunt. He pushed in as far as he could go. He felt his finger sheathed in searing-hot juicy flesh.

"Oh, wow," he moaned.

He could just imagine how terrific it would feel to have his cock in there. It would be a thousand times better than jacking off with his fist. He poked his stiff finger up and down in her boiling little cunt hole, imitating the motions of a cock, and he felt her strong young cuntal walls gripping and squeezing the stiff digit. It would feel the same way around his cock, he was sure.

That did it. He just had to fuck her. His cock was so swollen it felt ready to explode. But would she let him go all the way. As he finger-fucked her, he looked at Tracy. She was slumped back against the couch, eyes bright with lust, tongue lolling out. She was panting and creaming helplessly as she took the stiff jerks of his finger in her seething wet fuck hole.

"Tracy," he moaned, "please let me fuck you. I just gotta fuck you."

His suggestion couldn't have come at a better time. Tracy's little teenage cunt was blazing with need, and Don's finger just wasn't big enough to do the job. She was aching for something thick and hard in her posy. She looked at him with hot horny eyes.

"All right. Don," she panted. "Take off your clothes, and let's fuck."

"Holy shit!" he gasped.

He'd never thought she'd agree without a struggle. He whipped his cream-drenched finger out of her cunt, leaped to his feet, and started tearing off his clothes. He couldn't get them off fast enough and kept tripping over himself. He felt like he was undressing in slow motion. All the while sexy little Tracy sat there with her legs spread, watching him without a trace of shyness.

Tracy stared at the boy's crotch. As he finally tuned down his jeans and shorts, his rigid aching cock sprang free. Tracy moaned. For a kid, Don was gorgeously hung. His cock was a good seven inches long and looked as thick as her wrist. If Mr. and Mrs. Dixon thought their son was still a little boy, they were crazy.

Naked at last, Don stumbled toward the couch. Tracy quickly lay down on her back and opened her legs wide for him, bending her knees. Don could see the target clearly, the oozing little hole of her cunt. Panting loudly, he knelt between her widely splayed thighs and shoved the engorged purple head of his dick into the steamy pit of her twat. The rubbery-ringed opening tugged and squeezed at his prick.

"Is this right, Tracy?" Don panted. "Am I doing it right?"

"Yessssss," Tracy whined. "Just shove your cock all the way into me, Don, then fuck me good and hard. Go!"

Don shoved hard, too aroused to be gentle. He saw his thick blue-veined cock vanishing between the lips of her cunt, felt his prick deliciously sheathed in the scorching wet pulp of her little pussy hole. His cock head battered her womb, and his swollen balls slapped her slit. He wasn't a virgin anymore! He paused with his cock fully into her, admiring the view and savoring the feeling. Tracy writhed with impatience. "Don, damn it,fuck me!" She whined. "I'm so horny I could scream."

"Sure, Tracy, I'll fuck you," Don said eagerly. "How do I do it?"

"Oh, Jesus," Tracy moaned. "Just move your cock in me, Don, move it real hard and fast in my cunt. Hurry!" At last he got the idea. He threw himself down on her, his lean hairless chest rubbing her stiff nipples, and followed his natural instincts, cramming his eager young prick up and down in her searing slick fuck hole. The harder and faster he did it, the better it felt. The really great part was the delicious friction between thick hard cock and clinging wet cunt.

"Awwww," Don bawled. "Awwwww!" Tracy didn't have to give him any more instructions. He was fucking her like a stallion, ramming his big throbbing cock furiously up and down in her pussy. She gurgled with pleasure and clawed the couch in her hot excitement. This was just the way she loved to be fucked, with almost savage force and speed. Her eager twat creamed hugely around his pistoning cock.

"Uhh-h-h-h-h, yeah!" she cried. "You're fucking me really good, Don. Oooooo, yeah, don't stop."

Don was learning very fast now. Tracy was writhing and wriggling with excitement, almost jerking herself off his hammering cock, so he slid his hands under her churning little ass and held her in place, cramming his blond prick deep and hard in her red-hot pussy pulp. His belly smacked loudly against hers, and the couch began to creak and shake.

"Unnngghhh give it to me!" she wailed.

Sweating and gasping, Don rammed his cock into her blazing wet fuck hole, moaning each time he sheathed his swollen prick in that snug juicy tube. Tracy clawed the couch, kicked, creamed. He could tell she liked it just as much as he did. Her cream was thick and scalding around his cock, and his reaming cock made a loud obscene slurping noise as it forced the juice from her tight, tugging cunt hole.

Suddenly Tracy arched her little body sharply beneath him, gasped, and then went into powerful convulsions.

"Unnnggghhh, I'm coming!" she shrieked. "Oh, fuck, am I coming!"

Her spasming cunt gripped and released his cock again and again, squeezing and milking it till Don couldn't bold back his orgasm. He felt his balls explode with fiery-hot jizz, and then he was gushing it into her, spraying her cunt with thick come-syrup. His ass knotted and jerked as he pumped load after load of jism into her convulsing hole.

"Whhhhaaaaahhhhhh!" he yelled.

"Awwwwwwwww!"

"Cream me good, Don," Tracy moaned. "Uhhhhhh, yeah!"

The hotly excited teenagers writhed and bucked together in a violent mutual climax. By the time they were finished, Don figured he didn't have another drop of jizz left in his balls. But as he started to roll off her, Tracy held him and kept his cock clutched deep in her strong-muscled cunt.

"Roll us over," she panted, "and keep your cock in me. We're gonna fuck again."

"Far out," Don grinned.

He managed the move, ending up with him on his back and Tracy sitting on his cock. It was an exciting position because he could reach up and fool with her ripe hot tits, and he could see the thick base of his prick spreading the pouting red lips of her cunt. She leered at him and started working her slick tight twat up and down his semi-hard cock. He felt an immediate response in his balls.

"Awwwww, Jesus, I'm getting hard again already," he moaned.

"That's the whole idea," Tracy giggled.

She used her strong cuntal walls to tug, stretch and squeeze his cock, and it wasn't long before she felt the thick base of his prick pushing her pussy-lips farther and farther open. She felt the big hard knob of his cock-head butting her womb. Then Don took over, his natural lusty instincts directing him to cram his rigid boner fast and hard in her gripping little fuck hole. Tracy gurgled with pleasure as he fucked her.

"Oooooo, yeah, give it to me, Don," she panted. "Fuck my pussy with that big ol' cock. Mmmmmmm, terrific!"

"It sure is," Don sighed, his face twisted in a huge pleasure-grin.

Don's first fuck lasted several hours. His cock wouldn't quit much to Tracy's delight. He'd, no sooner shoot his load than she'd feel his magnificent young prick getting stiff again inside her. Then the fuck-crazy teenagers would experiment with yet another new position for fucking. They did it with Tracy on top, then dog style, then on their sides, and at last Tracy found herself leaning against the wall while Don fucked her standing up.

"Aaaaaaahh, sheee-it," he groaned, "I don't ever want to quit fucking you, Tracy. Jesus, it's good."

"Don't ever stop," Tracy wailed. "Fuck it to me, Don, fuck the living shit out of meeeee!"

His long thick cock reamed the scorching depths of her cunt, giving her jolt after jolt of body-rocking pleasure. She felt herself coming again, and her curvy little body convulsed against the wall. Hot cream sizzled down her legs. She wailed and dug her fingers into Don's wildly jerking ass.

"Oooooo, I'm coming so good," she cried. "Fuck, shit, aaaahhhhhh!"

Don yelped and jetted his fiery load into her, adding to the thick hot streams of juice that flooded down her legs. They were just catching their breath after that body-blasting orgasm when they head a car turning into the driveway. They jerked apart and stumbled into their clothes, Don racing for his bedroom. A minute later Mr. and Mrs. Dixon came into the house and found Tracy alone and dressed, just a little flushed in the face.

"Hello, Tracy dear," Mrs. Dixon said, "how did it go?"

"Oh, just fine. Mrs. Dixon," Tracy purred. "Don – I mean, Donald – is such a nice boy."

"Glad to hear you two got along," Mr. Dixon said. "We'll be sure to call you next time we need a babysitter."

"Oh, do that," Tracy said, "please do."