by Lexi Hunt
“I know,” she said, taking a healthy swallow, “this is what I sneak from my dad’s bar every chance I get.” She set the square crystal tumbler back on the shiny surface of the bar. She looked me squarely in the eye. “Why do you let them do that to you when you know she’s going to be too drunk to play when you get home?”
I was more than a little embarrassed because my eighteen year old babysitter was staring at and referring to the large and obvious woodie in my shorts. I could have ignored her, and I probably should have, but it was spoken in a challenging manner and I’d had a few drinks myself that night.
“Not that you’d understand anything about it young lady, but I enjoy playing and teasing with those ladies and we’ve been doing it for a long time…and it’s not always a given that Miranda will get squiffy. Most of the time we do just fine after you leave. By the way, aren’t you due home pretty soon now?”
“Nope,” Ginger said, taking another swallow of my drink and exposing a disturbing amount of skin once more…I couldn’t call it cleavage really, her breasts were small but well shaped. “Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend.” Her green eyes captured mine. “What makes you think I wouldn’t understand what goes on at those parties?” She threw her shoulders back and thrust her small breasts forward, and then lifted her foot to the top rung of the barstool she was sitting on. The skirt of the sundress rose, exposing more milky white freckled skin than I had ever seen before on the babysitter who had been working for us for two years.
Her eyes had never left my hardon, and I was getting uncomfortably warm as my dirty old man’s mind took in the ripe lushness of her body and the flushed look to her face. Her lips seemed to have swelled and they were parted suggestively. Hard nipples poked against the soft cloth of the sundress and suddenly she wasn’t a kid any more.
“Oh shit,” I said, staring at the protruding nipples and sensing danger.
Ginger smiled and tugged at the elastic below her breasts, bringing the top down perilously close to exposing one of the pink nipples that I was already imagining. She moved closer to me. “Last week I danced naked at the lake party,” she said. “Mr. Harrelson saw me and he didn’t say a word…”
I have to admit I was shaken. Tom Harrelson was a neighbor who I’d been friends with for years…hell I’d fondled his wife’s tits not two hours ago and she’d groped my cock. To think he’d watched Ginger dance naked made my cock even harder.
She had a mysterious little smile on her face, she knew she had my undivided attention. “Mr. Anderson has a pretty big cock too,” she said, still staring at mine. Her next words sent a shiver through my body that I couldn’t control. “His cum tastes like almonds.” Ginger was moving now, moving towards me and my feet were rooted to the floor.
I watched in rapt fascination as her delicate fingers reached for the hem of her sundress and tugged it over her head in one smooth motion. The move was so slick she must have practiced it for hours in front of a mirror. I know, I’m an adult, I’m supposed to be in total control of my baser urges, master of my emotions. It wasn’t working…I was as horny as a high schooler faced with his first piece of ass. Ginger had me in the palm of her hand and she knew it.
“I like the taste of cum anyway,” Ginger said softly, “I can’t seem to help myself when I see a hard cock.” Her fingers reached out and traced my erection through my shorts. “I get all wet inside and my mouth waters,” she whispered, “and I need to feel it inside my mouth and in my throat.” She curled her fingers around the shaft, squeezing me, moving her tempting soft body closer to mine.
I could see that she shaved her pussy, not a single ginger colored hair showed. There was a light sprinkling of freckles over her entire pale body, but it didn’t detract from her looks at all. She looked sleek, and the muscles in her slim body were taut and made her move in a sexy, feline way far older than her years should have allowed.
She went to her knees in front of me, and I was helpless to stop her as she unfastened my shorts and took my erect penis into her two small hands. The intelligent green eyes fastened on mine once more. “I think,” she said, stroking me softly, “that if I’m going to suck your dick I should call you Adam.” Before I could say a word she had engulfed my cock all the way down to where her nose was bumping my pelvic bone…something no woman has ever been able to do to me before. Any remote chance of my salvation fled from my body in that instant.
I stared down at her puffed out cheeks as she sucked me with consummate skill…she knew how to bring me to the ragged edge of orgasm and then let me fall off to normal as she took my balls into her mouth and toyed with my ass. My shorts were on the floor and she had managed to make me lie down on the deep pile of the carpet with my legs spread wide as she eagerly explored my body with her lips and tongue before going back to my cock and bringing me to a peak again.
My eyes were bulging and I was going out of my skull with pleasure…this damned teen babysitter was more skilled than any woman I had ever encountered, including some professionals I had met when I was younger and more foolish. “Are you going to give it to me Adam?” she asked me. Her eyes had taken on a wicked cast and her voice was mischievous. “Are you going to cum in my mouth so I can taste how good you are?”
Clawing at the carpet, I tried hard not to cum, but Ginger was too damned good at this. The tip of my swollen cock erupted, my load quickly filling her small mouth to overflowing. It didn’t matter on whit to her, Ginger was gulping loudly as she held my thick rod in both hands, her eyes riveted to mine. When my cock finally stopped jumping, she swallowed one more time and began to leisurely lick up every drop she had spilled, first from her hands and breasts, and then from my belly. I was awestruck. She took her time, cleaning me slowly with much sighing and moaning, and by the time she was done, I was rock hard again.
“I guess you know what I’m going to do with this now,” she said with that same mischievous tone in her voice as she climbed onto me. Her toes curled as she hunched her body and stuffed my penis between her legs. She leaned forward and put one small hand on my bare chest as she fitted the tip between the folds of her tight pink hole and then eased back on it. Ginger wiggled her ass and settled back, and I felt the tip slide slowly inside her. She was tight, but I detected no trace of a hymen as she took more of my stiff prick inside her.
“Jesus you feel good,” Ginger said, rocking gently on me. “Come on Adam, push a little, I want to feel you move in me.” It would be easier if she was on her back and I rolled her over flat on her back and put my hands on the floor on either side of her shoulders.
She wriggled beneath me. “Suck my nipples Adam,” she begged breathlessly. They were small and hard, like little pencil erasers, but they must have been extremely sensitive. When I sucked one into my mouth she made little mewling sounds that were so sexy I nearly came inside her. Her whole body writhed with pleasure as I sucked, and when I used my teeth to bite down on them gently she force them further into my mouth and demanded that I bite down harder. When I bit down almost to the point of pain she told me to stop right where I was and not to move. She held her breath, got red in the face, and her legs made positioning movements outside my own legs. Her mouth fitted itself to mine and she came in great rushing heaves. Her chest flared and I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down on me, but she didn’t seem to want me to move. I stayed perfectly still until she was done.
Her smile was soft and cheerful when she recovered, and the mischief was back in her voice as she wriggled beneath me. “Fuck me good Adam. Make me cum again…nobody has ever made me cum that way before.”
Young as she was, I was proud to have shown her something new, and I began to stroke slowly into her, determined to do more for her. I pressed down, angling the tip of my cock upwards. Feeling it press hard against the inner front wall of her womb. I could feel the thick bundle of nerves there as my glans pushed against it on my downstroke. I was concentrating so hard on maintaining the difficult angle that I felt little pleasure o
f my own, it was all for her now.
I have no idea how long I maintained the effort, but I can tell you her reaction was little short of spectacular. Her feet went straight up in the air, her toes pointed at the ceiling. Her eyes bulged and her nails tore into the flesh of my ass as she pulled me into her. Her hips flailed beneath me and her rising cry ended in an abrupt scream so loud I was afraid for a moment that it might waken Miranda. Not that it mattered. Ginger had me locked into her pussy, her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around me I don’t think dynamite could have blasted me out of her.
She came back slowly at first, then faster as she covered my face with tiny butterfly kisses. Ginger rolled and writhed beneath me like a veteran belly dancer, determined to wrest my semen from my balls as erotically as possible. It was at this unfortunate time that I realized I had been fucking my babysitter bareback and I froze in place.
“What…what’s wrong Adam,” she gasped. I told her. An evil grin spread across her face. “Fuck me Adam!” Her heels dug in and she did some little grind with her hips and we were at it again full tilt. She was demanding, she was wild, and she was determined. In the end I came in her, and her ankles locked behind me, locking me tight inside her until I stopped spurting.
She looked so sweet and innocent lying there naked on the carpet…until her eyes opened and met mine. Her green irises glowed like a cat’s, and the shared knowledge of what we’d done was as evident as my sperm spilling down the inside of her thighs. “Don’t worry Adam,” she said, “I’m on the pill.” My relief must have been evident in my own eyes, as she chuckled wickedly. “Sorry, sometimes I like a little melodrama with my sex. I had no option but to laugh uproariously.
Ginger appeared just as fresh as she had when I’d brought Miranda home…her eyes clear, her sundress hanging sweetly from her slender body, and her small hands crossed in her lap. Ginger looked absolutely nothing like the freckled demoness who had swallowed my cock and then fucked me to a total standstill. I was at a loss for words. “I have no idea what I’m going to tell Miranda,” I said lamely.
“Why don’t you tell her what I’m going to tell her,” Ginger said placidly.
“What’s that?”
“I’m going to tell her that you paid me what you owed me and offered me a ride home, which I refused because I have my own car here.”
“Nothing else?” I asked plaintively.
“What else would I tell her?” Ginger asked. She stopped at the front door and I went to open it for her. Her small pale hand reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it hard. “But you need to remember what’s going to happen the next time you bring her home drunk!” She kissed me, and walked quietly out the door.
Pleasure’s Edge
SYNOPSIS:
It started as a flirtation while driving his babysitter home after a night out. What seemed like a fantasy turned to a dangerous reality after Sawyer learned what it was like when a man fell over pleasure’s edge…and into the depths beyond.
It had been a great evening. Sawyer had enjoyed the dinner and the dancing, but the best part was driving Carly home. Carly was sweet and demure, and had a body that was out of this world. He did his best to conceal his appreciation for her physical beauty…she was eighteen, but he was pretty sure that was young enough to qualify him as a dirty old man.
At forty one, Sawyer was trim and fit, and had a full head of thick sandy blonde hair with no trace of gray in it. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Carly’s classic features. The girl’s slender profile was draped in a cotton sundress and her perfect wavy hair cascaded down over her shoulders in a cloud of light gold.
“I’m surprised a pretty girl like you is babysitting on a Friday night instead of out on a date,” he said by way of small talk.
“I don’t really date much,” Carly said, “Most of the guys I know are eighteen like me, but they act like they’re eight…they just aren’t worth my time.” She said it shyly, coloring a little as she spoke.
“So what do you do about…” his voice trailed off.
Her violet eyes swiveled around to meet his directly, seeing him in a new light, and the change in her demeanor was marked. “You mean about sex?”
Sawyer was nonplussed by her directness and her sudden animation as the subject turned to something he had desired but never intended. “Uhhh, yeah, I guess that’s what I’m asking.”
Carly seemed amused by his embarrassment. She shifted around in the front seat, the skirt of her dress rising high on her thighs as she regarded him, and giving him a shadowy glimpse of panties between her silky thighs. “I’m no virgin Mr. Thorpe. I fuck some of the more mature men I know, and when I can’t I use one of my toys.”
Sawyer choked on his own saliva and nearly had to pull over to the side of the road before recovering. He didn’t remember any woman being so direct in response to his probing questions, and to have an eighteen year old girl speak this way to him was, well…eerie. His cock was suddenly pushing hard against the zipper of his trousers and nearly rubbing against the steering wheel. There was no doubt in his mind that Carly could see it, and his embarrassment increased. He fumbled with the tilt steering control and raised it away from his lap.
Carly laughed. “Don’t be such a fuss budget Mr. Thorpe, that’s not the first hardon I’ve seen.” He turned his head sharply back to the roadway, partially to hide his shock at her directness…and his further arousal. He heard her low chuckle. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”
“I’m sorry too Carly. In my day young ladies weren’t so direct when talking about stuff like sex…it sure as hell would have made my life less complicated.” He grinned self-consciously. “I apologize for coming across like a dirty old perv, too.”
“I don’t mind at all,” she said, her thighs spreading apart even wider and causing the dim light to show more of her sheer panties. “It’s kind of nice to be appreciated by a mature man instead of awkward guys my age who can’t keep their hands to themselves.” She gave him a more direct look.
Sawyer nearly missed her driveway turn in, and his tires squalled as he made the sharp turn and came to a halt. Carly leaned across the seat, giving him a tantalizing glimpse of the valley between her breasts and placing her hand on his erection. “It’s almost as frustrating though, when an older man I really find attractive won’t put his hands on me at all.” She leaned forward even further and kissed his lips, her delicate tongue slipping between them for just a moment. Then she climbed out of the car and walked up to her front door before turning to wave at him.
Sawyer backed into the street and then pulled to the side of the road. He unzipped his pants and masturbated furiously until he came all over the steering wheel.
It was another week before he saw Carly again. His wife Helen had called him at work and told him her mother was going into the hospital in Montgomery, a hundred and seventy miles away, and that she was going up to stay with her until she could get around by herself. “I know you’re tied up on the Dawson deal dear, and won’t be keeping regular hours until it’s over…so I’ve contacted Carly’s mother and arranged for her to stay in the guest bedroom until I get back…she’ll be there when you get home tonight.” Helen paused for a second. “Todd’s excited about it.” Todd was their four year old, and he loved Carly almost as much as he loved his mom.
It was almost eight o’clock before he even left the office, and he was nervous about going home to Carly. His cock still burned from the pressure of her hand on it when he had dropped her off at home last week, but by now he had convinced himself that it had been an innocent accident, a mistake he had blown all out of proportion. The last thing his ego needed right now was another embarrassment.
She met him at the doorway wearing only a thin tee shirt. Standing on her tiptoes, she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and told him his supper was ready. She was bubbly and ebullient and it cheered him up enough that he couldn’t refuse her when she offered her hand to him and led him
to the table.
The meal she had cooked was simple but good and she had him laughing as she told him about her day. She had crossed her legs and the hem of the tee shirt had risen dramatically on her tanned thighs…Sawyer carefully averted his eyes to avoid embarrassing himself again.
After dinner, he sat in his recliner and watched as she lay on the floor in front of the television doing her homework and talking on her cell phone with her friends. When she lay on her stomach and raised her feet in the air behind her it was clear to him that she had no panties on beneath the tee shirt. He couldn’t concentrate on the television, and in spite of his best efforts, his erection grew harder and harder.
As it got later and Carly spent more time with her books and less time on the phone, her legs spread wider and her shirt rose higher. Some time around ten o’clock, she turned her head and looked over her shoulder at him. “What do I have to do?” she asked.
Startled, all Sawyer could manage for a response was “huh?”
Carly sat up cross legged and lifted her tee shirt over her head. She was completely nude and she was incredibly beautiful in the dim light. Carly crawled over to the recliner and put her hands on his erection, stroking him through his pants. “I want you,” she said simply, “and I was hoping you wanted me…”
