A Babysitter For Daddy

by Paul Fillmore

  Reaching out her tongue, she stabbed the tip into the small hole at the head. The young stud groaned, tried again unsuccessfully to get his cock into her warm mouth, and looked down at her with agony etched on his features. Reaching out, he put both hands on her head, trying to hold it still long enough to ram his dick in. Still Mona wouldn't give him satisfaction, toying and licking at the head until he was almost ready to come.

  "Oh, awww," he groaned becoming desperate.

  "Ummmmm," Mona answered him, imitating deep, savoring satisfaction as her tongue continued to work over the head of his dick. Then suddenly, without warning, she let the large bulb and three inches of shaft sink into the hot depths of her mouth. Her heated saliva, spread thickly by an eager, flicking tongue covered his dick deliciously. The boy threw back his head, moaning loudly and pumping his hips back and forth as fast as he could.

  Just then Mona felt the cock in her cunt gushing out hot come. The first wad shot head long into her slit, followed by several more in rapid succession. It was fortunate too, since Mona's well-fucked pussy was beginning to become dry in spite of the enjoyment she was having. His spurting, hot come freshly oiled her slit, letting the boy's swelling dick ride in and out more easily. The feel of him coming in her brought on a fresh series of jerky, spasmodic climaxes to Mona, egged on also by the cocks still rammed up her ass and into her mouth. Mona knew it wouldn't be long before the one behind her would erupt too.

  Aiding the boy underneath, Mona bounced up and down on his coming cock as hard and fast as she could. Her movements had the side effect of increasing the speed of the boy humping into her ass. Then his dick was spurting out thick wads of come, too.

  This joined Rudy's come, greasing her asshole all that much more. Mona hadn't the slightest doubt she would get another prick rammed up her ass before she left.

  Then the cock in her mouth was spitting out thick creamy semen into her mouth and Mona's throat, worked swiftly to gulp it down. More experienced now, Mona lost only a small bit around the corners of her mouth. Slurping and milking at the boy's cock with her jaws, Mona drained him until he stood before her, hands on her head, mouth open in a silent cry of passionate pleasure, his naked flanks quivering with shock.

  The dick up her ass withdrew and as Mona had known would happen, another immediately took its place. But first the youth under her helped her up off his limp prick. This time Mona found herself laying sideways, sandwiched in between two other boys. It was a moment before she realized that the cock in her asshole belonged to Arnold. He was banging into her hard and eager.

  Another boy knelt above her, his come-filled balls hanging in her face. Fascinated, Mona peered at them through half-closed lids, feeling her throat constrict with need. Lower he squatted until Mona smelled the pungent aroma of sweat and body odor that surrounded them. The straggling hairs protruding from them tickled her nose. Fervidly Mona sucked first one then the other in the circular sacs m her mouth, rolling them about like marbles. The boy's cock became rock hard, quivering and pulsating with need.

  The way he was squatting over her, Mona could see his asshole. Thinking of her own, and the cock humping back and forth there now, Mona was seized by a desire to lick his. With swiftness she released her globular prizes, and jabbed out her tongue. Letting the tip circle the wrinkled bumhole, she was pleased at the shocked sigh of delight the boy uttered. Mona increased her efforts, feeling Arnold getting ready to shoot off another load up her ass. The renewed sensations were fast pushing her to another climax also.

  Soon another cock had replaced Arnold's in her fast becoming raw asshole, and she was sucking lustily at the boy's dick whose asshole she had been licking. He came in her mouth very fast, coinciding with the boy fucking her in the cunt. Mona had been so busy she didn't realize it was Rudy back for seconds until he had finished.

  Feeling depraved and ashamed that she couldn't control her open show of need and lust, Mona feared she might pass out from sheer joy streaking through her as the never ending parade of cocks kept coming at her. Mona feared that she would definitely become addicted to this new pleasure. Never could she remember any of the girls praising the titillation she herself was experiencing from the gangbang.

  Pushing such thoughts from her mind, fearful of the consequences, Mona concentrated instead on her fun. The more she was fucked, sucked, and cornholed the more Mona wanted. It was fortunate too, since the sight of her getting it from all angles at the same time exhilarated the sensitivities of the boys, egging them on to far greater heights of achievement.

  For the next hour Mona was pronged, pumped, humped and mouth dicked until every boy present was completely incapable of achieving another erection. By the time Mona left the club house, her knees were wobbly.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  "Oouuuuu, you're so big," Mona groaned as Mr. Clark began introducing his prick into her pussy.

  "Easy, baby, once it gets in... oh, uh, ummmm... in it'll be all right,"' her new baby-sitting customer whispered.

  Since the day of her gangbang the candid pictures of Mona had gained wide circulation. So had her love for sex and her prowess at it. Her customers were almost standing in line, with the ever-ready Mona eager to please.

  "Lift your legs just a little higher," the man urged, holding the hard shaft of his cock firmly, at the same time shoving himself forward steadily.

  Mona did as he bade her, lifting her legs and spreading them until the heels almost touched his shoulder blades. His cockhead pushed through then and was now easily going deeper. Mona groaned loudly.

  "Oh, Mr. Clark, you... your cock is heavenly," the girl whispered, shoving her well-rounded little ass still higher. "B-but let it go in slower, huh? Y-you're thing is just so big!"

  Mr. Clark eased up, his breath coming labored more and more. The head and half his shaft was in her now, and the tight, wet muscles of her pussy were clamped down on it hard. Carried away, it was all he could do to keep from coming right away. He would have to remember to thank his pal Charlie for turning him on to this cunt. Man, she really liked getting the peter put to her.

  Mona's clit seemed to respond more quickly to a hard prick rubbing across it now, and Mona felt the jerking spasms sweep through her. By now Mona was getting at least two, and usually many more cocks rammed into her each day.

  For all her pleasure, there was one thing Mona detested. As each new customer would call, there was always the threat that if she didn't let them get between her legs the pictures would find their way to her parents or teachers. Mona sometimes felt like telling them it wasn't necessary. Something about being forced to do something she liked irritated her. Mona sincerely wished, at least once, that she could participate without feeling she was being forced.

  However, right then her clutching climax was searing her fevered brain and nothing else mattered. "Oh, oh, in... deeper, deep... deeper," she moaned, thrusting her hips high. The man willingly thrust what remained hotly into her slit, forcing Mona's legs still higher.

  Plowing into her fast and furious now, Mr. Clark felt his come-filled balls swell even more, then spill over. Mona felt the first hot wad of come jetting into her. A wave of disappointment crept over her. This frequently happened. The man coming in her so fast like that. Mona would only get to come once, and sometimes a second time... if she didn't suck his dick first before he put it in her.

  Since her multiple gangbang Mona had found it difficult to reach complete satisfaction. For this reason she would willingly take on all comers; as many in a day as she could accommodate. Once, she had satisfied six men and boys, trying her best to get them hard again after the first time. Oddly, Mona thought, they wouldn't come the second time as fast as they did the first. That allowed Mona to enjoy herself all that much more.

  "Oouuuuu," she whimpered, "You're do-doing it in me! Oh! I... I can feel it in me. Ummmmmm!"

  "You like it, baby?" he asked hoarsely, pumping and ramming into her all the while.

  "Yes, ooh,
yes," Mona answered truthfully, as she always did when they asked. "Hard. Harder! Oouuuuu, you're so big. I... I'm doing it again. Eeeiiiooouuuuuuu!"

  Ankles wrapped around his neck tightly, Mona bucked and thrust herself up at him as hard as she could. Already she could feel his hard dick dwindling. He had finished coming in her, and Mona feared that she wouldn't finish before he was unable to continue. Frantically she thrashed and clutched at him, her climax shattering her tranquility anew.

  Mona finished, but in the absence of a good hard cock to ride, Mr. Clark's having become only semi-hard, she didn't feel completely fulfilled. Desperation showing on her face, Mona let his cock fall out, then twisted around on the awkward sofa and ignoring the taste of her cunt, sucked noisily at him. The taste of their mingled come pleased her palate. Cupping his limp balls in the palm of her hand, Mona increased her efforts. Soon they bore fruit, and Mr. Clark's cock was hard, straight and willing again.

  "Lemme give it to ya dog-fashion this time," Mr. Clark urged, remembering the pictures Charlie Donaldson had shown him. Thinking about them, and the luscious girl whose head was rapidly bobbing up and down on his dick, a flush of heated passion swept him.

  "Sure," Mona agreed, pulling her mouth away from the head of his engorged dick just long enough to answer. Then, making sure he was really hard, she resumed sucking and licking at the head of his dick for a while. Clark was almost beside himself. His fingers entangled in her hair, hips gyrating, he watched through hooded eyes, sorry when she stopped.

  Satisfied with her handiwork, Mona quickly got up. Turning to her stomach, legs spread behind her, Mona glanced over her shoulder, vaguely watching as Mr. Clark got in position behind her. Then the head of his dick was grazing against the well-oiled, pulsating lips of her pussy again. Now Mona looked down between her legs. Mr. Clark's huge balls, filling with come again, swung lazily as he moved his knees from one side to the other. He was gripping his dick firmly, and after moving his knees closer to Mona's, she felt him lurch forward. His cock slipped into her easily. The head buried itself completely in her on the first thrust. She heard Clark grunt with satisfaction, then felt him begin to pump back and forth in her pussy. "Oouuuuuu," Mona groaned, hanging her head.

  "Feel good, baby?" Clark asked again.

  "Oh, ahhhhh, y-yes," Mona mumbled back, thrusting herself backwards, feeling Clark's balls bounce against the sides of her thighs.

  Clark, hands on Mona's hips, drew her back to him each time, thrusting himself forward hard. Mona sighed each time and from the way she was pushing back, Clark realized Mona was close to climax again. Damn, he thought, This chick sure loves getting poled!

  Mona's pussy muscles were clutching and grabbing at his dick fiercely. At the same time, Clark could feel her clit growing steadily, indicating her closeness. Now he felt it on the underside of his cock frequently. Reaching down, he began to finger her clit in rhythm to his thrusts. Mona cried out, thrusting herself backwards as hard as she could, her cunt tightening like a vise.

  "Oohhhhhhh," she cried loudly, "I'm go-going t-to do... oh, oh, oh!"

  Driving himself into her frantically, Clark felt his come building steadily. The harder he thrust the more Mona groaned. Fighting to pull his dick from her tensed pussy now, Clark settled for a series of short, close jabs. Mona, begging him for more cock, slammed herself back onto his dick with ardor.

  As Mona's climax passed she trembled all over. Clark, perspiration beading on his forehead, could no longer control his own jet stream. Quickening his pace still more, Mona felt the telltale over enlargement of his joint begin. Forcing her supple muscles to caress and milk his prick even more, the girl waited for his spewing semen to again fill her up. It wasn't a long wait.

  "Damn, baby," the man shuddered at last, "But you got a good pussy!"

  To punctuate his exclamation, Clark uttered a strangled grunt. His come jetted out into Mona's hot pussy. He settled into a series of short, quick, almost painful jabs. Each one ended with a wad of cream being gushed into Mona. The girl happily received his offering.

  "Uuhhh, ummmmm," the girl whimpered sensuously. "I can feel your stuff going in-into me!"

  The sound of Mona's voice acted as a catalyst to Clark. Thinking his climax almost to an end, the man found renewed strength and began pounding and shoving himself into her with a fresh approach. Although giving her little more than the dry heaves by now, Clark experienced something akin to the real thing. To Mona it was only added lengths of cock, as if she measured the sex act by the total length of cock she received added together to form an imaginary solid length.

  With a heavy sigh and shudder Clark finished, indicating he was finished for the day. Feeling adequately satisfied herself, Mona didn't complain. Besides, she had another appointment for later anyway. Smiling at him prettily, the girl dressed, giggled when he fondled her breasts as she put on her bra, then waved a hurried farewell. On the street, Mona found herself wondering about how things in her life had worked out.

  All in all it wasn't bad. True, Mona still felt the vague discomfort of knowing the men and boys who enjoyed her body continued to labor under the diffusion she was being forced into it. If this made her unhappy she chalked it off to the way men were. Nonetheless, Mona wished she could initiate things herself once in a while. A plaintive shrug of her shoulders ended the subject and Mona boarded her bus.

  When Mona tripped up the walk of the neat looking ranch-style house, it was nearing sundown. The chimes inside played a merry tune, the door opening seconds later. A youngish, pleasant-looking man stood there, his eyes twinkling. Mona was pleased and smiled prettily.

  "Come in, come in," he cheerfully greeted her. The door closed behind her, Mona turned back to him expectantly. "Yes, well, won't you come into the living room?" he asked, leading the way. Mona came face to face with a rather attractive young woman no more than her early thirties. Her surprise flickered only momentarily, then Mona turned a practiced, unrevealing smile in her direction.

  "Dear," the man began. "This is, ah, Mona, isn't it?" he finished, his question-statement directed at Mona.

  "Yes, that's right," she answered demurely.

  "Hello," the woman replied, her smile showing a row of clean even teeth. "I've heard, and seen, so much of you." The double meaning she attached to her greeting told Mona she too was to be involved. Finding herself distracted at first, this being the first time she had performed for both male and female at the same time, Mona found herself unsure. Seeing this, the couple moved to ease her discomfort.

  "How about a drink, Mona?" The soft, blonde woman asked. "It'll warm you."

  Smiling gratefully the girl nodded agreement, eyes downcast slightly. However, the relaxed manner soothed her. From the corner of her eye she saw the man disappearing down what looked like a hallway and she was left alone with the handsome woman. Mona surveyed her more openly.

  Attractive, her long limbs well formed, the woman had a definite air of sexiness about her. Mona wondered if indeed she were the lady of the house. As if reading her thoughts the woman handed her the drink and with an impression of idle conversation, explained her presence.

  "Harry has told me so much about you. At least what he knew. You, ah, baby-sit for several of his clients; you know how men get together and talk. Well, Harry and I have been married long enough to know we can add an extra dimension to our sex life with diversity."

  As she talked, the woman moved to a luxurious sofa and Mona saw she wore no bra. Her large breasts jingled only a bit as she walked and Mona found herself tingling with excitement wondering what the nipples would look like. Just then her husband came back into the room.

  "Well Mona, are you and Kay getting acquainted all right? I do hope she's taking good care of you." Smiling, he turned to his wife and said, "Everything's fine. Both sound asleep. That was a good idea, keeping them up all day. They're really pooped out."

  "That's our children. We knew you were coming so we arranged things in advance,"
Kay explained, dipping her head a bit as a warm flush spread across her pretty face. A bit more chit-chat and Harry suggested they go into what he called the den. Kay leading the way, and with fresh drinks, the trio moved from the living room.

  The walls of the expensively furnished playroom were covered with large drawings, paintings and prints of stimulating erotica. One, a huge portrait, suddenly became a blowup of a woman's face close-up, a huge dick in her mouth. The sight made Mona's breath catch. The barely perceptible sound wasn't missed by the couple and Kay picked up the thread.

  "Like it? That's me," she said frankly. Upon closer examination Mona saw it was true and looked at the attractive woman with greater respect. She wondered if the cock belonged to Harry. In answer, Harry, giggling, said, "But that's not me there. So you can stop worrying."

  Kay sat down, Harry beside her. Still standing, Mona felt ill at ease because she hadn't been offered a seat. Then it was made plain to her why.

  "Mona," Harry began, sitting his drink on an ornate coffee table. "Why don't you get comfortable. Perhaps if you didn't have so many clothes on."