Babysitter in heat

CHAPTER SEVEN

Even in her wildest fantasies, Tracy couldn't have predicted what would happen next time she fucked a man. She wasn't even expecting it! She figured it was just another routine babysitting job, especially when she met George Baxter.

She'd never sat for the Baxters before. They seemed like a pleasant but dull couple, Mrs. Baxter in her late thirties and Mr. Baxter in his forties. He was a big burly guy, and he was starting to get bald on top. He was old enough to be Tracy's father. She didn't even consider him as a possible lover. He didn't seem to consider her, either – he hardly gave her a second glance.

It wasn't until the Baxters got home, just after midnight, that things started to develop. Tracy had fallen asleep on the couch, and she hardly stirred when she heard them come in. She could hear what they were saying, though.

"I'm exhausted. George," Mrs. Baxter yawned. "I'm going right to bed. Could you pay the sitter and take her home?"

"Sure, honey," George boomed. "Why don't you take one of your pills and get a really good night's sleep? I'll feed the kids in the morning."

"That's sweet of you, darling," she said. "Good night."

Tracy sat up and yawned. She waited for Mr. Baxter to come and pay her, but he didn't. What was keeping him? Could he possibly be waiting to make sure his wife was sound asleep? That didn't seem likely. A nice old guy like Mr. Baxter surely wouldn't entertain any thoughts about getting it on with the babysitter. Or would he? Tracy waited and wondered. George Baxter finally walked into the living room fifteen minutes later.

"Oh, you're awake now," he said. "Hope the kids didn't give you a hard time."

"No, they were fine, Mr. Baxter," Tracy said. "Good," he said, sitting down next to her. "How much do we owe you?"

"Five dollars will do it," Tracy said.

He looked at her intently, his eyes running quickly over her curvy little body. "How about ten?" he said.

"What?" Tracy said. "You don't owe me that much, Mr. Baxter."

"I meant five for the babysitting and five for something else," he said. He was looking hungrily at her tits, which poked out saucily under her tigh jersey.

Tracy was beginning to catch on. She felt a sudden heat and moistening in her ever-horny pussy. "What do you mean, something else?" she said softly.

George Baxter inched closer to her till their thighs were touching. She saw now that he had an enormous bulge in his pants. It looked like the biggest hard-on she'd ever seen. She didn't find the guy very sexy, but that giant cock was something else. Suddenly her pussy was burning with need. Hot sticky cunt cream drenched the crotch of her panties.

"I'll give you five bucks if you'll let me look your tits," Baxter said hoarsely.

Big fucking deal, Tracy thought with disappointment. Then she realized that this little game could go a lot farther if she wanted it to. She could be enjoying George Baxter's huge hard cock if she played it right. She decided to go on acting innocent and see how far he'd try to go. It sounded like great fun. She smiled shyly at him.

"Well, I sure could use the money," she said, "and I guess looking wouldn't hurt anything."

"Good girl," he leered.

He got his wallet and handed her a ten-dollar bill which she put into her purse. She was getting more hotly excited by the second. Baxter pushed her skin-tight jersey up out of the way, then reached around her and unhooked her little bikini bra. His hands were hot, sweaty, and quivering with lust. He pushed up her bra and gawked at her perfectly firm, round tits and her large, light-pink nipples.

"Jesus, kid, you got beautiful jugs," he sighed. "Thank you, Mr. Baxter," Tracy said sweetly. He swallowed hard, his eyes glued to her luscious naked tits. "Listen," he said hoarsely, "just let me feel 'em a little. I promise I won't try anything."

Tracy could barely contain her glee. "Well, all right," she said, trying to sound doubtful.

"Honest, kid, I promise," Baxter moaned. He had big hands, and they closed greedily over Tracy's supple young tits. She almost flinched with excitement, then checked herself, as his moist scalding-hot palms pressed her tits and nipples. A big gush of cunt juice soaked her panty crotch. Baxter groaned and began molding and kneading fistfuls of silky throbbing tit. She could see that he was going out of his mind with need.

"Awwww, Jesus, what swell tits," he sighed. Tracy knew be wouldn't keep his promise, and sure enough, in another second he was bending low, hoisting up her firm ripe tits and licking the big cone-shaped pink nipples. This time she couldn't suppress a lusty shiver. His big, hot juicy tongue felt so good on her sensitive tits. He felt her shivering and looked up at her eagerly.

"You liked that, kid?" he panted. "Feel good to you?"

"Mmmmmmm. Yes," Tracy sighed.

Naturally he wanted to get her hot for him. He dipped his head again quickly and sucked one erect nipple into his mouth. Tracy moaned, letting him know that she was getting aroused. He started sucking loudly and hungrily on her nipples, and hot pleasure snaked right down to her helplessly creaming pussy. He sucked at both her tender nipples, darting from one to the other.

Tracy was achingly horny, but she also enjoyed teasing. "Mr. Baxter," she gasped. "You're getting me too excited. You better stop."

She heard him groan as he released her rigid throbbing nipple. His cock had to be achingly hard by now, straining in the confinement of his pants. He sat up and stared at her, his eyes glassy with need. He ogled her lovely young tits and licked his lips.

"Look, kid," he said hoarsely, "I'll give you ten more bucks if you'll let me see you naked."

Tracy stifled a snort of amusement. He sure as hell wasn't going to confine himself to looking. She was really starting to enjoy this teasing game. She gave him an innocent but doubting look.

"Well, I don't know." She said. "I really would like to have the money, but…"

"Hey, I promise," he eagerly interrupted. "All I'm gonna do is look. Here's the money."

He produced another ten-dollar bill, which Tracy primly tucked away in her purse. Trying to look as innocent as possible, she drew off her rumpled skirt and bra, then unzipped her jeans. Baxter's Adam's apple was bobbing up and down, and sweat was starting to bead on his balding head. He could barely contain himself as she slipped out of her jeans and hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her tiny bikini panties.

"Oh, Jesus," he murmured, "oh, Lord."

Tracy inched her panties down with tantalizing slowness. Golden pussy curls began to pop into view, and George Baxter licked his lips and moaned softly. She tugged the panties over the small rounds of her ass, then slid them gradually down her glossy golden muff. She watched the enormous bulge of his fly and saw it twitch. She tugged her panties all the way off.

For a moment she thought he was going to come in his pants. His face got flushed and sweaty, and his breathing was harsh and loud. He started to say something, but the only sound that came out was a hoarse croak. Tracy struggled to conceal her lusty excitement. George Baxter was obviously dying to fuck her.

"Look, kid," he finally managed to say.

"Yes, Mr. Baxter?" Tracy said innocently. "Don't you have a good enough view? You want me to stand up?"

"N-No," he stammered, "I, uh, well, could you show me your pussy? Just lie back and spread your legs a little?"

"Oh, okay," Tracy chirped.

She leaned back against the arm of the couch and spread her legs wide, bending her knees. Her ripe red gash was pointed at Baxter. His mouth dropped open. He stared and stared at the swollen wet flesh and its delicate fringe of golden curls. Tracy wondered if he could see the steady, helpless trickle of cream coming from her cunt hole.

"J-just let me touch you a little," he said hoarsely.

Before Tracy could reply, he'd seized her clit between his big thumb and forefinger and started kneading it. Hot jolts of pleasure rippled through her pussy. He ground the slick shaft of her clit between his fingers, all the while staring hungrily at her naked gash. Tracy got so excited, she just couldn't control herself, and she creamed all over his fingers.

"Oooooo," she squealed. "Ooooooo!"

He looked at her hopefully. "You like that?" he asked.

"Oh, wow, yes, Mr. Baxter." She panted. "I don't know why, but it's getting me all excited."

"Well, listen, kid," he said eagerly, "I know something that'd feel even better. Let me eat your pussy."

Tracy could hardly maintain her innocent act. "What does that mean, Mr. Baxter?" she asked.

"Just let me show you," he leered. "I guarantee you'll love it."

"Well, all right," Tracy said shyly, "but if I don't like it, you have to stop."

"Sure, honey, sure," he said, already rolling onto his belly and crawling up between her legs.

She saw his balding head settling between her thighs, and then his big hot tongue was lashing her sensitive little clit. His tongue was the biggest she'd ever felt, and it stimulated not only her clit, but all the tender and receptive flesh around it. Tracy gurgled with pleasure. His tongue worked hard and fast on her swollen horny clit and it felt delicious.

"Ooooooo, yeah," she squealed, "lick me." Baxter gave a lusty snort and licked even harder and faster on her erect throbbing clit. Tracy slumped back and gave herself up completely to the searing pleasure that was melting her whole hungry pussy. She gurgled and squealed and clawed the couch. Her aroused cunt gushed a thick flood of juice that soaked Baxter's bobbing chin. No matter what else she might think about him, he sure knew how to eat pussy.

"U-h-h-h-h," Tracy moaned. "Unnnggghhh!" She was drenching his face with her scalding pussy syrup, but she couldn't do anything about it. She felt herself spinning out of control. The pressure built and built in her red-hot cunt as his big rough tongue lashed back and forth. Then suddenly he pressed his mouth onto the throbbing lump and began to suck it. Tracy shrieked and almost rose right off the couch.

"Eeeeeee!" she wailed. "Suck!"

Her eyes rolled back in her head and her little pink tongue lolled out as Baxter snuffled and snorted in her juicy hot pussy, noisily gobbling her clit. He sucked it fast and hard, till she thought she'd black out with pleasure. She arched her little body stiffly, shoving her greedy clit farther into his furiously sucking month, and then she felt the delicious convulsions of orgasm starting deep in her cunt.

"Aaahhh, fuck, I'm coming!" she screeched. "Aaahhhhh!"

Her whole body began to rock, and Baxter had to shove his hands under her grinding ass to hold her in place. He sucked so loudly on her clit that she could hear the obscene snuffling and slurping noises over her own shrill cries of release. Her molten come cream smeared his face and dribbled down her ass crack to puddle thickly on the couch.

"Ohhhhhh, wow, fantastic," she sighed.

Dexter came up for air, his rugged face glistening with her sticky pussy juice. He leered at her. "You liked that huh, kid?" he said.

"Ummmmm, I sure did, Mr. Baxter," Tracy sighed.

"Want we to do it some more?" he said eagerly.

"Oh, yes, please," she panted.

"Okay, let's just hike you up a little higher," he said.

He took her legs and draped them over his broad shoulders. That position opened up her pussy even more and brought her oozing little cunt hole within an inch of his lips. Tracy wriggled lustily as his hot moist breath fanned her naked slit. Then she saw his huge thick red tongue snaking out. He shoved the pointed tip into the steamy pit of her cunt hole and swirled it around, lapping up her fragrant pussy juice.

"Ooooooo," she squealed, "that feels so exciting, Mr. Baxter."

"How'd you like my whole tongue up your cunt?" he said eagerly.

"Wouldn't that hurt?" Tracy said, still keeping up her pretense of innocence.

"Hell, no," he chuckled, "you'll go wild. Get ready."

"Hey, Mr. Baxter, wait, I didn't eeeee!" Tracy cried.

He'd shoved his whole thick rigid tongue up her cunt, stuffing the juicy little hole completely. His huge tongue reached clear to her womb and it splayed her pussy lips widely. She gurgled and writhed around the delicious impalement. His tongue was so big, it was almost as good as a cock. He began to jerk it up and down in her seething fuck hole, and pleasure seared through her belly.

"Aaahhhhh, I love it!" Tracy howled.

He cupped her jerking little ass and held her firmly in place as he roughly tongued-fucked her juice-spurting pussy. Tracy had never been mouth fucked so well before, and she was going out of her mind with pleasure. Each powerful deep thrust of his big tongue filled her cunt till she was practically breathless, and sent stabs of delicious sensation through her belly.

"Unnnghhh, yeah, fuck!" she gasped. "Fuck me with that big ol' tongue."

Her naughty words excited Baxter even more, and he crammed his thick rigid tongue faster and harder in her greedy little fuck hole. Tracy shrieked with pleasure and flooded his face with torching pussy juice. She gave way to her instincts and began to jerk her hips furiously, ramming her slick eager cunt up and down the thick throbbing spike of his tongue.

"Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!" she screeched.

As be hungrily mouth fucked her, her whole pussy was getting delicious stimulation. His thick tongue jabbed in her cunt, while his nose rubbed her horny little clit and his bobbing chin teased and spanked her, tiny puckered ass hole. With all that action, she was soon floating on the brink of climax again. She felt her whole pussy explode with pleasure.

"Aaawwwww, I'm coming!" she howled. "Fuck,shut, whhhaaahhh!"

Her spasming cunt began to squeeze and release his deeply lodged tongue in a powerful steady rhythm. He got a tighter grip on her churning ass and managed to hold her in place as her petite, body rocked and convulsed. His giant tongue kept jabbing hard in her creaming pussy hole as she climaxed, making her climax even more powerful. At last he slumped back, flushed and panting, and Baxter came up for air.

"You really got off on that, didn't you, kid?" he leered.

"Oh, wow, yes," Tracy gasped. "I came like bomb."

"You want more?" he said.

"Sun," Tracy grinned. She just couldn't keep up her innocent act any more.

"Okay, let's roll you over," Baxter said.

Tracy didn't understand why she needed to roll over, but she allowed him to position her on her hands and knees with her pert little ass standing up in the air. He grasped her hips, and she felt his breath warming her lewdly exposed pussy. She wriggled lustily, wondering what delicious thing he'd do to her tbis time. Baxter was the best pussy eater she'd encountered yet, even bolder and kinkier than Jim Nelson.

Then she felt his tongue, big and wet and scalding, lapping down the tight crack of her ass. That was really kinky. She didn't know if she liked it or not until she felt his slick pointed tongue tip lashing the tiny puckered mouth of her ass hole. That was definitely exciting. She expected him to rim it a little and then move on to her pussy, but he kept his tongue right there, circling and lashing her tender wrinkled shitter.

"Oh, gosh, Mr. Baxter," she panted. "What are you doing?"

In reply she heard a wicked chuckle. He tongue-lashed her little brownie, pressing his flushed-face right into her ass-crack and snuffling and snorting with lusty excitement. Tracy gave up asking questions. Kinky or not, it really felt terrific to have his big wet tongue teasing and rimming her sensitive asshole. She felt him wriggle the slick pointed tip of his tongue right into her puckered shitter. He shoved it in about an inch and held it there, panting loudly.

"Ooooow," Tracy squealed. "Ooooooo!"

It was wicked and wild of him to shove his tongue up her ass, but it felt delicious. She hadn't known that her ass hole was just sexy-feeling and responsive as her cunt. Now she was finding out fast. When he'd caught his breath, Baxter started pushing deeper, easing his huge slippery tongue all the way into her tiny tight shitter. Tracy groaned with pleasure.

"Oooooo fuck, YEAH!" she panted. "Stick your big tongue up my ass, Mr. Baxter, give it to meeeee!"

He shaved his huge hot tongue clear to the root in her gripping red-hot manhole. Tracy squealed and writhed around the wet slab of tongue meat, her ass hole blazing with pleasure. He started ass fucking her with his tongue, plunging it roughly up and down in her pungent tight brownie, and she clawed the couch and creamed hugely.

"Uhnnnnnhhhhh,fuck, yes!" she screeched. "I love it, I love it!"

She'd never considered her ass hole a source of pleasure before never dreamed she could actually get a climax from having it poked and stuffed. It was a whole new and wonderful source of fun for the horny teenage girl. She gurgled and creamed while Baxter noisily tongue-fucked her scalding little shitter. She went dizzy with pleasure.

"Uhhhhh, so fuckiun' good!" She screamed. "Ooooooo, you're making me come!"

As the delicious convulsions rocked her body, she felt Baxter's enormous wet tongue jerking furiously in her ass hole. She rammed her searing little shitter up and down the fat spike of tongue meat, her hips jerking helplessly. She seemed to be coming endlessly, her thick pussy juice streaming down her inner thighs. She blacked out with the pleasure, completely gone for a few seconds, and when she came back it was over. He popped his tongue out of her ass and sat up.

Tracy sat up, too, panting and trying to catch her breath. She glanced at Baxter, who was staring at her with hot hungry eyes. She reminded herself never to judge a man by his looks. Baxter was old in her eyes, in his forties, homely, losing his hair, but he was a terrific pussy eater. She didn't give a damn how he looked. She just wanted to go on having more kinky sex with him.

"Hey, kid," he said, "I want to show you something."

Quickly he unzipped his fly and eased his hard-on out into the light. Tracy's eyes widened hugely. Baxter was hung like a horse. She'd never seen a cock so big. It looked to be about eight inches or more, and it was enormously thick. The massive swollen head looked as big as a baseball. Tracy gawked at his giant boner, her mouth hanging open.

"Ever see one of these before?" Baxter leered.

Should she play innocent or not? She decided that that game was getting old. "Yes, Mr. Baxter," she said huskily, "I've seen cocks before, but never one as big as yours."

"You wanta play with it?" he said eagerly.

"No," Tracy said, "I want to fuck it."

He gawked and then he was tearing off his clothes. Tracy ogled his huge hairy body. He was burly and broad-chested, thickly muscled, and his mature masculinity excited her hotly. She got ready for him, lying back and opening her legs wide. Baxter threw himself between her legs and stuffed the giant head of his dick into the tiny wet hollow of her cunt hole.

"Take my cock, little girl," he snarled. "Take it all the way up that tight little pussy."

"Ooooooo, give it to me!" Tracy squealed. "Shove that big thing into meeeee!"

He grunted and shoved, and Tracy was stuffed breathless with his enormous rock-hard prick. It felt like a baseball bat was being rammed up her cunt, yet it was hotly exciting to take a cock that huge. She relaxed and let her juicy little fuck hole expand around his ramming meat. He groaned and slammed his prick clear to her womb, then paused for breath.

"Jesus H. Christ," he panted, "you got the tightest pussy I ever fucked. Is my cock too big for you, kid?"

"Nooooo," Tracy whined, "I love it. Fuck me with it, Mr. Baxter, fuck my pussy with that big ol' cock. Fuck me hard!"

"Okay, little girl, if that's what you want," he leered. "I'll fuck you silly."

Tracy gurgled with excitement. He began pistoning his steel-hard cock in her juicy little fuck hole, stuffing and reaming the velvety wet tube, pushing in so deep that his huge hairy nut sacs scraped her slit. Tracy's eye rolled crazily, and her little tongue lolled out as she took the rough ramming of his throbbing horse-cock.

"Unh, unh, unnnnggggghhhh!" she groaned. "Do it to me – fuck meeeee!"

"You really like to fuck, don't you, little girl?" Baxter panted. "You really go for a good stiff cock."

Why be bashful? Tracy leered back at him and moaned, "Yes I love to fuck, Mr. Baxter, and I sure hope you'll ask me to baby-sit again."

"Oh Jesus, you better believe I will," he groaned.