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both a favor and move on now.  This story is a fantasy...a work
of fiction that describes a variety of both legal and illegal sex
acts, depending on where you live.  This text is not intended to
condone such acts, or encourage their actual practice.  This
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name is Tom Wayne, and I'd appreciate your feedback at
kinkyhotrod@hotmail.com.  If you are a zealot of any sort, you
shouldn't be reading this at all.  If you or your Jesus hate me
for writing this, I have news for you - you should read his
teachings again.  Hatred is the least attractive thing on the
planet. Thanks for putting up with the legal/philosophical fine
print...now on to the fun. 


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{ASSM} Jenny the Babysitter, Part 1  (M/f, voyeurism, oral, rim, slow, 1st)


It had been a fun three weeks spent with my nephews, but I was
beginning to get weary of them.  Don't get me wrong.  I loved
them dearly, and loved the fact that my sister and her husband
had chosen to leave them with me during their vacation, but I was
beginning to feel cooped up.  I was off work for the entire
Summer, so I had the time to spend, but I hadn't been able to
spend it the way I would if I'd not had the kids around.   There
was a reason that my ex and I had never had kids.  We just didn't
want to end up stuck at home 24/7.  Billy and James weren't a lot
of trouble, but there were two of them and one of me, and I was
itching to have some time to myself.

"Why don't you just hire a babysitter for the evening, and go
out?"

Sometimes Moms really did know what they were talking about.  I
felt like hugging the phone.

"Thanks, Mom.  That's a great idea.  But..."  I felt foolish
asking.

"Where do you find a sitter?," Mom prompted.  I could almost hear
the smile on her face. She'd already become the patron saint of
babies in my sister's household, and she was rising rapidly on my
own charts too.

"Uh, yeah,"  I answered.  "It's not like I call a sitter every
day."

"Do you have any friends with kids?" she asked.

"Yeah, a few."

"Well, give them a call.  I'm sure they could refer a nice young
lady for you."

"Thanks, Mom," I said.  "I'll let you know how it goes."

"Glad to help, Tommy."  I still hated when she called me that. 
"I'll talk to you soon.  I love you."

"I love you, too, Mom."  I hung up the phone and thought a moment
before calling my friend Brian.

Just a little while, and a few phone calls later, I had the
numbers of several teenage girls who came highly recommended.  I
took a look in on the boys as they napped, then it was back to
the phone.  What would I do on my night off?  Maybe a night out
at the club.  It'd been a while since I'd been out on a date. 
Maybe I'd be able to rustle up one of my girlfriends for a night
out.  Maybe we could even have a little roll in the hay while we
were at it.  Hmmmm.  I was beginning to like this plan.

I started at the top of my list.  Jenny Zaboski.  She had one of
those names you always remember from grade school.  I dialed and
got her mother.  I explained who I was and gave her my friend's
names as references.  I asked if her daughter could possibly sit
for me tomorrow night.  She took my information, and it turned
out that they lived only a few blocks away.  She promised to have
Jenny call me back when she got home from school.  I thanked her
and went to wake up the boys.  If they slept all day, I'd never
get them to sleep that night.

It was around four when the phone rang.  I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Mister Wayne?" the high-pitched voice asked.  I guessed it was
Jenny.

"Yes?"

"It's Jenny Zaboski.  My mom told me you needed me to sit for
your boys tomorrow night."  She sounded sweet.

"Yes, Jenny.  Do you think you might want the job?  They're boys,
but they're pretty easy to deal with."

"Yes sir.  I can do it."

"Great!  Jenny, you don't know what this means to me.  I can
swing by your house and pick you up tomorrow at six."  My gears
were turning.  I might get my fun evening after all.

"Okay, Mister Wayne."

"Tom.  You can call me Tom."

"Alright, Tom."  I could almost hear her blush.  I didn't know
how old she was, but she was definitely going to be trustworthy.
I couldn't imagine the owner of that voice being anything but an
innocent youngster.  "I'll be ready."

I thanked her and went back to fun time with the boys, my mind
making plans for all the phone calls I'd be making after I put
them to bed that night.

Well, you know what they say about best laid plans.  No one was
available to play Friday night.  I suppose I'd just been so eager
to get out, I'd jumped at the opportunity without thinking about
the short notice.  Everyone had either already made plans or
they'd not been at home.  Damn.  Now what?  I'd all but promised
my blue balls a little relief.  I'd even imagined a hot evening
with Sabra, the girl with the golden tongue, and my first call. 
My cock had been hard much of the day.  Throbbing with
anticipation of Friday night's fuck fest.  I hadn't even realized
how horny I'd been.  If nothing else panned out, at least I could
hit the strip club down near the airport.  I didn't frequent the
place, but loved the occasional outing to take in that young
flesh.  I was only 35, but it had been a while since I'd tasted
20-year-old pussy, and it was fun imagining those soft folds
again.

I looked in on the boys, and made sure they were sleeping before
popping in a porn tape with the sound down low.  It only took a
few minutes of Seymore getting his rod snarked by a gorgeous
cutie before I blew my load like old faithful.  I cleaned up my
mess and went to bed, still a little disappointed about Friday's
plans.

Well, Friday came and my anticipation was returning.  Dammit, I
was gonna enjoy myself!  I was going to have a good time tonight
no matter what.  So what if I was going to be alone, I could
still have a good time.

At 5:45 or so, I piled the boys in the backseat of the car and
headed over to pick up Jenny.  I pulled up at her house, and got
out of the car.  I introduced myself and the boys to her Mom, who
was watering the front yard.

"She's inside.  You can poke your head in and give her a call. 
She should be ready."

I thanked her and walked over to the front door.  I opened the
screen, and looked inside.

"Jenny?"  I called.  "Are you ready  to go?"

I stepped inside and let the screen close behind me, so I could
look down the hallway to my right.

"Jenny?"  I called again, and then caught my breath in my chest.


Jenny opened the bathroom door at the end of the hall, and walked
toward me, and she was a dream in a tiny white tank top and
skin-tight denim.  She'd obviously taken to Avril Lavigne.

"Tom?"  she asked.  She was older than I'd imagined...at least
15...and the braces on her teeth made her look even younger, but
she was gorgeous.  Her skin was like milk...flawless and
white...and her long straight sandy blonde hair had a simple
sexiness. She held out her small hand to me, and I took it in my
paw.

"Hi Jenny.  It's very nice to meet you."

"You too," she said as she nervously adjusted her jeans.  She'd
suddenly become aware of how low their low-rise waistband was. 
Her eyes were like blue glass, and I could almost make out the
shape of her nipples thru the...

Wait wait wait!  What was I doing?!  Simply gawking at this hot
young thing, that's what. That'd get me in trouble, and fast.  I
shook my head to clear the lustful images out.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked.

She nodded and grabbed her bag off a nearby doorknob.  I opened
the door for her, and she looked up at me through those
eyelashes, suddenly shy.

We told her mother goodbye, and I gave her my card.  Jenny got in
the front seat, and immediately hit it off with the boys.  The
drive home was quick and easy, and she immediately took the lead
with them when we got back home, leaving me time to get ready.

I showered, and couldn't get my mind off Jenny's tender pink
mouth.  I wondered what it'd feel like on my cock head, as I
jerked myself slowly under the hot soapy water.  I was deep in my
jerk-off trance when I heard her.

"Tom?"

She was in my bedroom, and I'd foolishly left my bathroom door
open.  There wasn't even a shower curtain between the door and my
naked body, since my shower was a large open marble corner.  I
got nervous and thought about covering up quickly, but then I
stopped, and my brain kicked in again...probably because my cock
had deflated enough for my brain to get blood again.  Why not let
the little hottie get an eyeful?  It'd be fun.

"Tom?"

I pretended not to hear her as I soaped myself up, my back to the
open doorway.  I felt her peeking in, but didn't want to scare
her away, so I stayed turned away.  I ran a soapy hand over my
ass, and imagined what she might be thinking.  I was suddenly
onstage, performing for this little girl.  I imagined her right
behind me, captivated by my soapy wet body.  I parted my ass
cheeks for her, sure she could see the water running off my fat
balls from behind.  Then I started stroking my cock again.  I had
soap in my hair, so I rotated with my eyes closed, and leaned
back against the warm marble wall.  I sneaked a peek, and sure
enough, there she was, mouth open, her pretty head paying rapt
attention. I slid my hands up and down my hard cock for her,
squeezing the base hard so the head turned dark purple and
swelled to the size of a small apple.  I imagined I heard her
gasp as I grabbed my balls, then I turned around and fingered my
asshole a bit while I washed the soap out of my hair.  I wound up
my performance by slamming the water off quickly and turning
around, hoping to catch her in the act.  Unfortunately, she was
faster than I'd imagined, and it was as if she'd never been
there.  I toweled myself dry, and shaved.  I wondered what she
had wanted before, but figured that whatever it had been, she'd
gotten something even better.

I'd begun to think I'd imagined the whole thing, but when I was
finally ready to go, I went in the den to find her sitting on the
couch, her lovely face now a burning red.  She'd seen me,
alright, and I think we both enjoyed the experience.  I had to
hide my growing bulge like a schoolboy as I told my nephews
goodbye, and gave Jenny the last instructions.

"I don't have specific plans, but I'll be in by 12.  The boys
should be in bed at 8, and you're welcome to anything in the
fridge.  If you wanna order pizza for dinner, here's a 20."

I gave her the money, and her hand lingered in mine.  I don't
know, maybe I imagined it. It SEEMED like she was lingering. 
Maybe I was hopeful.  Damn, this hot little thing had awakened
something in me, and I needed to pack it back down.

I stopped at the neighborhood hangout first, and had a beer or
two before my fantasies drove me over to the strip club.  I paid
my cover and took a seat up front to watch the parade of sluts in
front of me.  They were sexy, and well worth looking at, but
their flesh began to look sordid to me.  I kept finding my
thoughts drifting back to that fine little thing I'd left at
home.  I wondered if she'd turned sweet sixteen yet.  I wondered
if she'd ever seen a cock before seeing mine earlier in the
evening.  I wondered if she was going to masturbate thinking
about my naked body.  Maybe she was imagining fucking me, if she
even knew what that was really about.  I looked up into the eyes
of a sexy stripper in a plaid miniskirt and white dress shirt,
who was humping her g-string closer and closer to my face in 
lurid imitation of schoolgirl horniness.  I tipped her, and she
kissed my cheek as she unveiled her perfect store-bought tits,
then she fell back on he haunches and licked her nipples for me.
Still, all I could do was imagine Jenny up on that stage doing
that for me.  Mmmmm.  My cock throbbed in my pants, and I knew
what I was going to do.

I gave the schoolgirl stripper a five dollar tip for pushing me
over the edge, then headed for my car.  It was 8:30.  I could be
home by nine, and the boys would surely be asleep. But was this
the right thing to do?  My cock swelled in my pants, throbbing
it's answer: "Yes, god, please yes!"  I wanted her, but didn't
know if it was right.  I know she was curious, and I could always
make it a little game.  I didn't even have to fuck her.  Right
now, all I wanted to do was taste her mouth, her skin, and have
her want me.   Have her get wet and drippy with her desire to be
had by a grown man.  Shit, this was making me crazy.  I punched
the gas and peeled out of the parking lot.  Maybe I could just
play it by ear.

I pulled into the detached garage, and knew that Jenny probably
didn't hear me pull up.  I wandered around the back of the house
to see if I could see her inside, and see if the boys had indeed
made it to bed.  Sure enough, there they were sleeping in the
guest room.  I moved on down the back of the house, and saw her,
lounging on the couch watching TV. Whatever she was watching must
have been pretty damn good, as she was totally engrossed in it. 
I wasn't sure, but she even looked like she was stroking her
crotch slowly.  Shit, man, was I imagining ALL of this???

I went back around to the backdoor, and realized why she was so
interested in the TV. I'd left the Seymore Butts vid in the VCR,
and she was eagerly watching as a bubble blonde rode a big Sybian
masturbation machine, and screamed as her cunt drooled her cum
down the sides of the big saddle.  The blonde's female lover was
biting her nipples while she adjusted the vibration on the toy
and drove her friend to multiple orgasms that seemed to last
forever.

I couldn't believe I'd been so careless, but it was also a good
turn of events.  I watched her as I dialed my home number on my
cell.  When the phone rang, it was as if she'd had a cattle prod
shoved up her lovely little ass.  It was all I could do to keep
from laughing as Jenny groped for the remote to stop the porno
vid, and stood up, straightening her clothes.  Her face was
burning redder than ever.

"Um, hello?"

She'd picked up the phone.  I walked around the side of the house
so she wouldn't hear me through the windows.

"Hi, Jenny.  How's it going?"  I could hear her breathing hard,
and my cock twitched at the thought.

"Oh, hi.  It's fine.  I'm fine."  You sure are, I thought.

"Good.  The boys giving you any grief?"

"No, sir.  They've been great.  They're sleeping."

"Good.  Well, I don't know how much later I'll be out.  I'm going
to stay out at least another hour, but I'm feeling a little beat.
 I just wanted to let you know."  I grinned, thinking about what
she might do if she knew I wouldn't be right home.

"Okay."  She was still panting lightly.  I was pretty sure she'd
been playing with herself.

"Alright.  Bye, Jenny."

"Bye."

She hung up the phone, and I waited a few moments before going
back to the window to watch.

Jenny stood by the phone a minute, then disappeared down the
hall.  A glance told me she'd gone to check on the boys.  I
watched as she wandered into the guest room, then back out into
the hall, quietly shutting the door behind her.  She made her way
back to the den, and picked up the remote.  She started the movie
again, but remained standing near the large TV screen.  I wanted
to know what she was seeing, so I walked back around to the door,
and watched as she fast-forwarded the tape to the next scene.

In this one, a well-hung stud was rubbing his hard on through his
jeans as a slutty beach bimbo knelt before him, pulling her big
tits out of her bikini top for him to manhandle. I'd seen the
tape many times, so I knew what was to come was one of the
nastiest, slipperiest oral scenes I'd ever seen.  The slut pulled
the dude's rock-hard cock out and stroked it lightly, and as if
on cue, Jenny backed up a step or two and began to grind her
hips.

I ran around to the back of the house in time to see her slip her
hand into her pants, only to remove it.  Those jeans were just
too fucking tight, so I watched as this gorgeous young teen,
unbuttoned them and peeled them down just far enough to expose
her white panties.  My cock was throbbing in time to her
movements as she thrust her fingers down into those panties, and
furiously frigged her baby cunt.  Here eyes were half-closed as
she ground her hips, working her little cunt as she watched the
porno slut devour the fattest cock she'd ever seen.

After a few minutes like this, she waddled back to the couch, her
jeans still around her thighs, and sat down.  She pushed the
jeans down to her ankles, and quickly followed with her
cum-soaked panties.  I reached down and stroked my hard cock
through my pants as I watched her peel her sweet glistening pussy
lips back to reveal a perfect light- pink hole.  She had hardly
any pubic hair above, and none on her soft wet labia.  I imagined
that her cum probably tasted like Sprite...soft and sweet.  She
pulled on her clit and watched, wide-eyed, as the cum-gulping
slut on the TV did her work.

Then, it happened.  He beautiful little body was racked with
sudden and violent spasms of orgasm.  She locked her pretty
fingers between the tight grip of her thighs, and thrashed about
on the couch.  She sucked on the skin of her arm to keep from
screaming, but I could tell this was probably the best orgasm
this youngster had ever experienced. She fell back on the couch,
and left her hand on her mound, holding her dripping snatch.
After a few moments, she sat up and suddenly flushed a bright
crimson.  She quickly stood up and turned of the tape.  She
pulled her panties and jeans up quickly and made little fanning
motions with her hands in front of her face.  She disappeared
into the kitchen, and eventually reemerged with a tall glass of
water.  She plopped down on the couch, looking much like she'd
just run a marathon.  Her small tits were heaving up and down as
she breathed hard, and I wondered what her hard little nipples
looked like.  It was time to have some fun.

I walked around the house, and thought about how to approach
this.  I knew I wanted to be with this little slut, but I also
knew that I really didn't want to do anything that would hurt
her, physically or emotionally.  I wanted her to be okay with
whatever I did, and didn't want to force her into it, bu I wanted
that tight little cunt so badly now, my mind was working overtime
on the conundrum.  I eventually thought up a sketchy plan, and
looked back inside to see what she was up to.

Jenny was still collapsed on the couch, the blank blue screen
lighting up her supple white skin and the rest of the room.  I
wandered around the house to the door, and burst right on into
the room.  Jenny leaped up off the couch like she'd been shot.

"Hi, Jenny.  Sorry if I scared you."  I watched as her little
body heaved trying to absorb the flow of adrenalin that had
suddenly entered her system.  She was terrified of being caught,
but I'd bet she was also still horny.

"Oh, Mr...Tom.  You did scare me.  I thought..."

"That I wasn't going to be back for a while yet?  Yeah, I thought
so too, but I just wasn't having any fun.  I figured there was
more going on here than there'd ever be at that club." I smiled
and Jenny looked at the floor.  Her face was bright red, and it
was probably burning with heat.

"The boys are asleep.  I just checked on them, " she offered, as
I emptied my pockets at the door.

"Good."  I made my way to the fridge.

"I'm dying of thirst," I said.  "I don't know what it is about
the beer at those clubs, but            it just always makes me
thirstier."  Jenny grinned, not knowing what to say.  I dug a
beer out and closed the fridge.  "Now where are my manners?" I
asked.  "Would you like one?"

Jenny leaned against the table and shook her head.  "I'm not
supposed to."

"Well, how old are you?  You've got to be at least 18."  I
wished.

She grinned at that, and replied "I turn sixteen next week."

"No kidding.  You look so much older.  Well, I don't want to add
to your peer pressure. I'm sure you know what's best."  I closed
the fridge and opened my beer.  I sat down at the table, and
Jenny took a seat next to me.  I took a long deep swallow.

"Tom, do you think it'd be okay if I just had a TASTE of your
beer?"  She looked up at me, sheepishly as she asked.

"Sure, Jenny.  Be my guest.  I promise not to tell."

She nodded and lifted the cold bottle to her warm wet lips.  My
cock started throbbing again as the curve of the bottle met that
shiny pink flesh.  She gulped a large swallow, and made a sour
face.

"THIS is what people are so crazy about?  Yuck!"

She pushed the bottle back to me, and I lifted it to my lips to
taste her candy mouth.  I licked the mouth of the bottle before
taking another swallow.

"I guess you just grow to like it."  I smiled at her, and she
settled into her seat.  "It's like a lot of so-called 'adult'
things.  The first time you try them, they don't always seem
good, but you learn to like them more and more, and those are the
likes that turn into loves. When it's easy to like something, it
usually doesn't last long."

Jenny nodded, thinking about what I said.  I stood and walked
back into the den.  Jenny followed and we sat on the couch.

"Oh, were you watching a video?"  I asked innocently.

I watched as Jenny's entire body turned beet-red.  I could
practically feel the heat emanating off of her soft skin.

"Oh, no, I, um, I was having trouble with the remote, and
couldn't get the regular cable to, you know, come back on," she
stammered her explanation.  I could hear her thoughts: 'please
please please don't press play.'  She spoke with every cell in
her body, but it was entirely silent.

"Man, I've been having some trouble with this VCR remote myself."
 I picked it up, teasing her.  I enjoyed watching her young hips
squirming.  "Let's see..." and with that I pressed 'Play'.

The screen was filled with a new scene.  In this one, a
big-titted redhead was giving the cameraman a blowjob at the
beach.  She moaned with appreciation as he thrust his substantial
meat into her throat with each thrust, basically fucking her
mouth.

Jenny was curled up into a ball on the sofa next to me.  Somehow,
she got even redder than before, and began babbling.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne, I just, I didn't go looking for it, it was
just in there, I promise, and I was curious, so I watched a
little of it, but I promise the boys were asleep and I've never
ever done anything like this before, and..."  She continued for
several minutes, working herself into a frenzy before I put a
hand on her arm and stopped her.

"Jenny.  Jenny!  It's okay.  I'm not going to tell your folks, if
that's what you're worried about.  I'd be in just as much trouble
as you, I'm afraid."

"I don't know about that," she muttered as she wiped a small tear
out of the corner of her eye.  She looked at me and giggled at
herself.  "I'm sorry, I just... I've never seen one of those
before..."

"A porno movie?"

She nodded, and sneaked another glance at the screen.

"So, what did you think?" I asked as I turned down the moaning
bitch on TV.

Jenny looked at me as if I'd bitten her.  Now, there's an idea.

"About the movie?"

"Yeah, did you like it better than the beer?"

She looked at her hands.

"Look, Jenny, you're a young woman, and there's a first time for
everything.   You're growing up.  Hell, in some cultures you'd be
a grown up already.  It's time for you to expose yourself..." I
grinned..."to new things."

She leaned back into the couch, and sighed, letting all her
nervous tension leave through that delicate little mouth.  "I
wish my folks were more like you.  They won't even let me see an
R-rated movie."  She crossed her arms over her perky tits.

"Well, my folks were a lot like yours, and all it did was make me
want the forbidden fruit even more."  I pointed at the screen.

"I was in my mid-twenties before I'd ever had a woman do
something like that to me, and I was even older when I learned to
enjoy it.  For me, sex was a lot like the way you described the
beer.  I wanted it so badly, but when I got it, it just wasn't
much fun.  I stressed myself out over it too much, and I didn't
know how to do anything."   I leaned back and took another swig
of my beer as I watched Jenny take in all I'd said.

When she finally looked away from the screen, she surprised even
me.  "Can I still have one of those beers?"

"Of course, you can, but no telling, alright?  Promise?"

She nodded and reached for my hand.  She shook it lightly in her
sweaty palm, and I longed to have her work my dick like that.

"Promise," she smiled.

I grabbed her a beer and returned to the couch.  She took it and
drank half of it in one slurp, trying not to make the sour face
she'd made before.  We watched as Seymore turned the redhead over
and peeled her pants down, exposing her shaved mound.

"So, you watch these for fun?" she asked.  I think the beer was
making her bolder.

"Yeah, and to jerk off to.  When a man doesn't have sex for a
while, he has to have some release."

She nodded and said softly, "I think women do too."

"What's that, Jenny?"

"Nothing."  She turned red again.  "I've just never seen the real
thing before today."

"You mean sex?"

She shook her head and her lovely blonde hair shook and
glistened.  "I mean a real...you know."

She pointed at Seymore's huge swollen cock on the screen.  "Oh,
you mean a cock.  You never saw a cock before this video?"

She shook her head.  "No, I mean I saw a real one today."  She
giggled.  Oh, god, this was going better than I imagined.

"Really?  Some boy at school?"  She shook her lovely head again.

"Noooo.  It wasn't a boy's.  Boys have little ones.  I saw a big
one.  I saw a man's cock." She blushed again, suddenly girlish
and shy about using the word.

"Really?" I tried my best to look amazed.  "And where did you see
this?"

She hid her face in a pillow and laughed.  I pulled the pillow
away.

"Was it your Dad's?" I asked.

"Ooooo, noooo, gross!!" she shrieked and laughed, and I couldn't
help but laugh along too.

"Then whose was it?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant as I
took another swallow of beer.

She hid her face in the pillow again, and pointed at me.

"Me?!"  I sounded incredulous.  "I'm sorry, but I don't think you
saw mine!"

She nodded vigorously, her shyness subsiding, for now at least. 
"Uh huh, I did.  You were taking a shower, and I came in looking
for you, but..."

"But you got more than you bargained for?"

She nodded again, her shyness returning.

"Why, you little slut!  You watched me in the shower!"  She
giggled, and I could tell she sorta enjoyed being called a slut.
I doubt she'd ever been called that before, even as a tease.

I pretended to think back.  "So you watched me jerk off, didn't
you?  You're a regular peeping tom."

She giggled again and said, "No, I was just peeping at your tom!"
 She screamed with laughter at this and quickly swallowed more
beer to avoid looking at me.

I laughed along, then leaned toward her.  "So, did you like what
you saw?"

She met my gaze with her large beautiful eyes and bit her lower
lip.  She nodded.  I let my arm fall over her shoulders and she
didn't pull away.

"And just how much did you see, baby?"

She looked over at the TV where gobs of cum were running down the
redhead's face.

"Everything."

"What if I told you we could play a little show and tell right
now?"

She nuzzled my arm slightly.  Where do women learn these things?
Is it genetic?

"How do we play?" she asked, innocently.

I thought it out.  "Well, you tell me what you'd like to see,
then you get to ask me any questions about it and I have to
answer truthfully.  Then it's my turn to do the same.  You don't
have to touch me and we don't have to do anything, but you can
find out about all those things you've always wondered about
boys' bodies, and I get to see a beautiful girl. I think it's a
pretty good game, even if it is hard to tell who the winner is."

She laughed, and hit me with the pillow.  As any adolescent boy
knows, hitting is the adolescent equivalent of an open
invitation.  She whispered, "Okay.  What do I do?"

I turned down the TV all the way, and walked over to the bookcase
on the far wall.

"First, we'll need a little music."  I checked my watch.  9:20. 
She wasn't expected home until midnight.  This was going to be
fantastic!  I could hardly wait to see her little nipples harden
in the night air.  I was already about to burst out of my shorts,
and all she'd done so far is nuzzle my arm.

I picked out a Portishead CD, and put it on.

"Do you like Portishead?" I asked as the trip-hop beats filled
the room.

She nodded.  "Yes, sir.  Tom.  I like it.  It sounds sexy."  She
smiled up at me, and I turned on a small lamp in the corner.

"Would you like another beer before we get started?"

"Yes, please."  And they say today's young people have no
manners.  Hmph!

I brought two fresh beers back and she swallowed big gulps of
hers as I put mine on the coffee table.  I sat next to her, and
she leaned against me.  I lifted her chin and pulled her tender
lips to mine.  She exhaled through her nose as I kissed her,
probing her eager young mouth with my tongue.  She got up on her
knees on the couch, and i continued probing her slippery candy
mouth.  It was like a taste of heaven.

I finally pulled away, and she was washed away inside her own
head.  She looked like she might faint, and I wondered, again, if
this was the right thing to do.  Then she opened her eyes and
squealed, leaping at me, hugging me tight and pressing her tender
little tits against my chest, making my cock harder and harder. 
I pushed her off of me, and smiled at her.

"Let's play.  Ladies first.  What would you like to see?"

She put her finger in her mouth and thought.  Her parted lips
were still wet with my saliva.

"I...want...to...see...you....take your shirt off for me."  She
giggled and sat back with her beer, looking like a regular at
Chippendales.

I stood up and pulled my shirt tail out slowly.  I'd always
fantasized about stripping for a room full of girls, but this one
girl made me hotter than that fantasy ever had.  I turned around,
dancing a little, and she giggled with delight.  She leaned in as
I slowly slowly unbuttoned my shirt, the let it fall off my
shoulders and onto the floor.  I stood there, stripped to the
waist for her, my cock now clearly visible and pounding in my
501's.

She applauded with her delicate hands, and tried to whistle, but
she couldn't quite make it happen.

"So much for your first 'show'.  Is there anything you want me to
'tell'?"

She stood up and approached me.  I clasped my hands behind my
back, and made like a statue, there for her examination and
pleasure.  She leaned over and looked at my hard nipples.

"Do you like having your...um..."  She seemed to run out of
words.

"My nipples?"

"Yes.  Do you like having a girl...you know...suck them?"

I looked down at her eager face, as she explored every inch of my
hairy chest.

"Oh yes, baby.  I love having my nipples sucked.  Sucked. 
Bitten.  Licked.  It all feels good."

She nodded and walked behind me.

"Am I allowed to touch?"

It was my turn to faint.  This was getting better and better.

"Of course, baby.  When It's your turn, I am your toy.  I'll do
anything you say, unless it makes me uncomfortable, and the same
goes for you.  The toy can set their limits wherever they want."
This seemed to comfort her, and excite her at the same time.  She
dragged her little fingers lightly down my back and let out a
little sound that was a whispery sort of moan.

"Have you ever touched a boy before?" I asked.

She touched my lips and replied, "It's still my turn."  I
couldn't believe how quickly she had gotten into the "game", but
I suppose I shouldn't have been.  We all seem to get worse and
worse at real play the older we get.

I remained quiet as she walked back in front of me, and leaned
over.  My pulse raced as soon as I realized what she was going to
do.  She nuzzled her sweet young face in my chest hair, the
extended her tongue and flicked at my left nipple.  My cock
expressed it's joy over this turn of events by straining even
harder against it's cotton bindings.  She was so close to me now,
she probably could feel it throbbing herself if she just leaned
into me a little more, but she was still tentative in her
movements...testing the waters, so to speak, to make sure I'd
abide by our rules.

She ran her fingers through my chest hair and I'd swear she
swooned...I can think of no other word to describe it, and then
backed away.

"Okay, um, Tom.  Now, it's your turn."

I sat on the couch where she'd started, and took a good long look
at her sexy teenage body.  She was a petite young thing, and I
could imagine how easy it'd be to lift her naked body onto
my...oh, but I was getting ahead of myself.

As she waited, she took another drink, and swayed with the music.
 She rotated giving me a perfect view of her bared pelvis, and
her sexy little ass that strained against the skin-tight denim. 
Man, I love a tight pair of jeans on a beautiful ass.  I think
that turned me on more than anything, but I'd get to that.

"I want...I want you to take off your top."  Now, I'd find out if
she was bluffing or not. I'd also find out just how sexy she'd
look in only a bra.

She nodded and swayed to the music, dancing around as she pulled
at the bottom edge of her tank top.  With a tug, she had it over
her head, and had tossed it onto my gaping face. I loved that she
was getting into it.  I could tell that I had a hell of an
evening ahead of me.  My optimism was rising steadily, along with
my cock.

"Well, don't I have to 'tell'?"

I stood up and crossed to where she stood.  I nodded.

"Oh yes, sweetie.  There's a lot you could tell me, but my first
question is already out there..."

I dragged my palm down her bare back.  It was like
stroking...nothing else I could imagine.  I was intoxicated, as I
bent over to move her hair aside and nibble on the nape of her
gazelle-like neck.  Her scent was intoxicating.

"Have you ever touched a boy before?  In an intimate way?"

She grinned and leaned back against me.  I held her body from
behind and rested my chin on top of her head as she answered me.

"No, but I really never wanted to.  Boys are little.  I was
waiting to touch a man."

With that, she pushed her ass back against me, and I, almost
involuntarily, pressed my crotch into her sweet cheeks.  She
looked up and grinned at the feel of my hard on.

"My turn."  She was getting more and more eager.  Damn, this was
fun.  I stayed where I was, and she went back to the sofa,
nursing her beer.

"I want you to take off your shoes and socks off for me."

She was being a tease.  I swear to god, this stuff is genetic. 
It's like they get a scent of your desire, and they're off.

I sat down and started unlacing my shoes.

"Not like that," she said.

I looked at her, my face a question mark.

"Turn your back to me, and bend over to untie them."  She giggled
when I smiled and stood up.

I bent over, exposing my denim-clad ass to her as I removed my
shoes and socks.  I stood up wearing only my jeans.  This game
was not going to last  much longer, but I knew a better game.

She watched my ass, then cleared her throat.

"What's the dirtiest thing you've ever done with a woman?"

It occurred to me that we weren't following the rules very
closely, but at that point, I really could have cared less.  I
thought for a moment, and answered without turning to face her.

"I guess it'd have to be the times I had anal sex with a
girlfriend in college."

"What is that?"  Her shyness was evaporating rapidly.

"It means instead of putting my cock in her pussy, I put it in
her asshole, and fucked her like that."  It was the most graphic
I'd been with Jenny so far, and she blushed at the dirty words.

"People really do that?"

"Yes.  My girlfriend loved it, and I loved it to, but not every
woman can do it comfortably.  I'd lick her there for a while
before entering her, and that was usually enough to loosen her
up."

Jenny thought about it a moment.  "I don't know if I'd like
that."

"Everyone has their own turn-ons," I said.  "The trick is to
figure out what turns your partner on.  If both people try to do
that, then your both in for a fun time."

"Did you like licking her down there?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah, as long as she was clean.  We usually took a shower
before we did anything like that."

"Together?"  she smiled.

"Yes," I answered.

"I think I'd really like that."  Maybe I'd get a chance to help
her realize her fantasy.  I imagined she'd been dreaming of that
since this afternoon.

"Okay, my turn."  I sat down and she stood as a new song started.
 Jenny'd obviously heard it before, and she began to grind her
little hips in time to the beat.

"I want to see your..." I drew it out as I watched her gorgeous
ass sway in front of me. "...your ass.  Take off your jeans for
me, baby."

She paused, and turned around, exposing her beautiful butt to my
face.  She unbuttoned the jeans and slowly slid them down, her
small white panties coming into view.  Her little bubble butt was
fantastic, and the bottoms of her cheeks were hanging out of the
bottom of her panties.  She stood before me in bra and panties
and little white socks.  A vision.  I could've buried my tongue
up her asshole right then.  In fact, I was dying to, but I
settled for nuzzling her asscrack with my nose.  I pressed my
face into her panties, and she pushed her ass back to meet me.  I
could've sworn she actually moaned.

I grasped her hips lightly, and asked, "What do you think about
when you play with your pussy?"

She turned around, and I could see the outline of her swollen
labia through the tight white cotton.  I could even smell her
musky scent.

She looked down into my eyes and said, "I usually just think
about guys I've seen on TV or in movies.  I think about them
laying on me, or doing things to me.  Dirty things."  She blushed
 again, but I think she was loosening up a little bit.  Standing
in front of your adult neighbor in your bra and panties while
guzzling beer usually has that effect, I'd imagine.

"I see."  I was about to follow up when she plopped her sweet ass
down on the couch next to me, and pushed me to my feet.

"My turn again!" she shrieked.

I stood up, and before I even turned to face her, she squealed,
"Take off your jeans for me!"

I began to move with the music and unbuttoned the top button of
my 501s.  She was on her knees on the couch, paying close
attention as I moved on to the second button.  At the third
button, it was clear to Jenny that I wasn't wearing any
underwear, as my pubic hair was visible over the denim "V".  She
licked her lips as I moved to the fifth button.  The base of my
cock was clearly visible to her, but I wanted to tease her a bit.
  I slid the jeans off my hips, until about three inches of my
hard cock were visible, then I turned my ass to her and dropped
the jeans to the floor.

I stepped out of the puddle of denim, and stroked my hard on,
pumping it up, making it even harder for this fine young thing. 
I spread my legs and pushed my cock straight down so she got a
full view of my asshole, my tight balls, and my throbbing fuckrod
from behind.  Then I turned around to face her.  Her eyes were
glued to my throbbing cock which now pulsed about two feet from
her face.

She stood, and walked around me, suddenly serious.  She stroked
my ass with her tender hands, and stopped in front of me to stare
some more.  I was aching to stroke it some more, but I really
wasn't sure that I wouldn't come, and I definitely wanted to put
that off as long as I could.

"It's really okay if I touch it?"

"I'm your plaything.  You can touch any part of me you want,
Jenny.  That's the game."

She nodded, and dropped to her knees!  I sighed, and she looked
up at me, questioning. "Does it hurt when it gets big?"

I smiled.  "No, it doesn't hurt, but it makes a guy really feel
the need to relieve the pressure."

"Is it like when you squeeze the garden hose and close it off? 
It gets really hard, then when you let go, the water sprays out
really hard."

I was trying not to laugh at her innocent analogies.  I wouldn't
be laughing AT her, but she probably wouldn't know that.  I
didn't want to scare her away from sex for the rest of her life.
I wanted to encourage her.

"It's not exactly like that, but the effect is very similar. 
When a man gets horny, he needs release.  he needs to come.  It's
just a biological fact...a drive that has made us continue the
species.  Of course, it's a lot more fun that either biology or
the garden hose."  She giggled, and I could feel her breath on my
shaft.  Oh man!

"And it's supposed to hurt when boys get hit in the balls.  Is
that true?"

"Yes, I'm afraid that one's true.  If you want to play with a
guy's balls, you have to remember to be very gentle.  A man's
cock is a little different.  You don't always have to be gentle.
I like feeling different things."  She sat back on her haunches
and reached for me.  She took my cock in her fist, and I groaned
without even thinking about it.  She immediately let go.

"I'm sorry!"  she gasped.  "I didn't mean to..."

I looked into her eyes and said, "I think you misunderstood.  My
moans mean I liked what you were doing.  In fact, I liked it a
LOT.  Your hands are so soft, Jenny.  I'd love to have them all
over me."

With that, she nodded and stood up.  She walked behind me and
started caressing every inch of me with her lithe fingers.  "Like
that?" she asked, as she cupped my ass in one hand, and caressed
a bicep in another.

"Mmmmmmm, yesssssss babyyyyy," I moaned.  I couldn't believe I
was being stroked all over by the little girl from down the
street.  It was like her hands didn't do anything by the book. 
She simply explored and caressed and fondled my body until she'd
had enough, and she sat down.

"I could do that all night, Tom.  I love your body.  I love
your...cock."  She blushed but her eyes remained fixed on her new
toy.

I sat beside her, and my cock bobbled up and down.  She watched,
fascinated.

"I never knew they were so sexy.  I thought that it'd be gross,
but all I want to do is keep touching it."  She reached for my
boner again, but I pushed her hand away.

"Your turn, Jenny."  I smiled.  I could hardly wait.

She stood up, and walked over to the CD player.  She turned up
the volume, and came back to sway in front of me.

"Strip for me, Jenny.  Get naked for me.  I want to stroke my
cock while you show me your body.  See if you can keep me from
going soft.  See if you can keep me turned on." That last bit was
really more of a bluff than anything else.  I knew I was going to
be hard all night unless this cutie did something to relieve me,
but I wanted to see what she'd do.

Jenny grinned, and licked her little lips for me without a word
about the rules of our little game.  She slowly reached around
and unsnapped her bra, and let it fall forward down her arms and
to the floor.  She walked over to me, and displayed her gorgeous
little tits for me for the first time.  Her nipples were enormous
and puffy, pointing toward the ceiling on the peaks of those
tender white A-cup titties.  I took my cock in hand, and stroked
it, Jenny watching carefully, memorizing every detail of how I
touched myself.

She leaned over and brushed my face with her hair.  She spoke
directly to my face within the canopy of her golden locks. 
"They're small, but I hope you like them."

She had covered her breasts with her fingers, and I pushed her
fingers away.   "I love them, Jenny.  They're perfect. 
Absolutely perfect."

She smiled, and I reached out for her.  I cupped her left breast
in my hand, feeling it's weight.  Now it was her turn to moan.  I
caressed her chest lightly, then grabbed her left nipple between
my fingers and easily twirled it until it became hard.  I did the
same to her other nipple, and she watched, her eyes half-closed,
pleased that my cock was still throbbing.

"I like when you pinch them like that.  It's like lightning
shoots through me.  Oh god, it feels good."

"You're not done," I said.

She giggled and danced around in front of me, gracefully showing
me the beautiful arch of her back...the gentle swell of her young
hips.  Fuck, this was the most fun I'd had with a woman inyears!

She faced me and slid her fingers into her panties.  I couldn't
believe it!  She was actually playing with herself for me!  In
mere moments, she was wearing nothing but her little white socks.
 She turned and showed me her perfect ass.  She held her legs
together, and that beautiful round bottom was practically begging
me to taste it. She spread her legs slightly, and I could see her
fingers working her cunt through the little keyhole of light
between her thighs.

She turned around when I asked and I finally got a good look at
the little wisps of hair that covered her pubic area.

"Why don't you spread it open for me, sweetie?"  At this point,
she was as horny as I was, and I could tell all my wishes would
come true tonight.  She reached down and pulled those honey sweet
lips apart, exposing her darling little clit to me.  It was
lighter in color than her flushed labia, and it glistened with
her juices as it emerged from its velvety hood.

"Do you know what your clit is?"  I asked.  She nodded and said
they'd talked about that in health class.  "Did you know that the
only use your pretty little clit has is to make you come?"

She looked at me wide-eyed.  "You mean, that's why it feels so
good to touch it?"

"Yes, baby.  But it will feel even better if I touch it."

She didn't budge.  She nodded almost imperceptibly, and the air
hung around both of us like the personification of our desires. 
I got on my knees and leaned in. I breathed in her musky pussy
scent, then I looked up at her and slowly licked my way up from
her asshole to her shiny pink clitty.

She moaned loudly, and her legs started shaking.  If I didn't
know better, I'd have thought she came right away.  She might
have even thought she came, but who knows if she'd ever felt a
real orgasm before.  I picked her up and laid her on the sofa. 
She looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with wanton lust, her
mouth open, her breathing ragged.

I leaned down and kissed her, hard this time, sliding my tongue
deep into her soft pink mouth.  She rose to the occasion, kissing
me back, licking my lips, caressing my tongue with her own candy
mouth, even sucking on my tongue like it was a little cock.  I
put my palm flat on her soft belly, and slowly slid my fingers
down over her mound.   Her skin was so soft, I had to keep my
hand moving just to know I was touching her at all.  I reached
her cunt, and worked the entire width of my hand up and down her
slit, my middle finger between her lips, caressing the wetfolds.

She moaned loudly and ground her hips up against my fingers.  She
hugged me in her arms, her mouth against my ear, and moaned in a
guttural growl, "Please, oh god, please make me cummmmm!"

She tongued my ear and I slid a finger inside her.  It was as if
I'd rammed hot metal up her pussy.  She thrashed on the couch,
and I licked my way down her silky fine neck, wetting every inch
of skin I could get to with my mouth until my tongue reached her
pussy.  I circled her clit with my tongue, and began working her
to orgasm.

She grabbed my hair and arched her back, as I worked her clit,
slowly at first, then faster, my laps and slurps in time to her
breathing.  I worked her pussy like I'd never tasted a cunt
before, and I had to admit that I felt like I hadn't.  Her pussy
was so fresh and sweet...and so responsive to every move of my
mouth and fingers.  This girl was ready to explode into a sexual
awakening like no one had ever seen.


I drove my long tongue deep into her hole, and my slightly
stubbled chin stroked her clit. It was the last straw, and Jenny
came, bucking and screaming, her pink folds gushing with her warm
wet juices.  I drank her sweet gooey cum, and continued working
her.  She grabbed my head and stroked her clit against my mouth
by grinding her girlish hips into me.  She was totally taken by
her sexual animal, suddenly becoming a nasty stripper in heat,
with no inhibitions at all, only the need to come again and
again.

She ground against my face and moaned.  I was still on my knees
on the floor beside the couch, my hard-on brushing the edge of
the cushions as I tongued her sweet body.  She was glistening
with the mixture of my saliva and her cum as I stroked her thighs
with her tongue until she ground her pussy back down at my face.
"Ohhhh please, more..." was all she could utter as I got on the
couch, and pushed her legs together.  I held her ankles up in the
air, and then pushed them back toward her head, rotating her onto
her shoulders, her puffy wet cunt pushed out between her thighs.
I nuzzled my nose into her cunt, and slid my tongue around her
asshole, lightly rimming her.  She moaned so low I almost thought
it wasn't her voice, then she squealed "Oh God, that feels so
good!"   I alternated sliding my tongue in her asshole, and up
her drooling pussy, opening both holes under my open mouth until
she physically shuddered to another gut-wrenching climax and
cooed to me through her sweat-drenched face, "Oh god, please, no
more for now..."

I let her legs drop and remained on my haunches, between those
heavenly thighs.  My cock ached to fuck her.  It'd be so easy
now, sliding into those wet open holes, but I wanted her to be
aware of her decision if I was going to take her virginity.   I
wanted her awake.  I wanted her to give herself to me, but right
now she was off in a haze of lust and orgasmic glee.  I was
pretty sure that there'd be other times.

She sat up and clutched my naked body, her tender breasts
pressing into me with every deep breath she took.  She looked
good sweaty and messy.

She looked up at me and moaned, "It's never ever felt like that
before.  Mmmmm."

She nestled her face into my chest hair and licked me.  She
worked her little pink tongue over to my nipple and began to
suck.  I slid my hands through her sweaty hair, and now it was my
turn to moan.  She nibbled at my hard nipples with her teeth, and
made my cock throb for attention, banging against the curve of
her hip.

Jenny backed off my nipples and looked down at my throbbing
boner, hungry for it, but also a little tentative.  I stayed on
my knees and watched as she lowered her body onto the couch.  She
was flat on her stomach, her eyes level with my fat throbbing
prick.

"Will you teach me how to suck you?  I want to make you feel
good, Tom."  Her eyes were open and honest.  She just wanted to
please me.  Then she giggled.

"What is it, baby?"  I managed to get the words out, but now it
was my turn to be taken by lust.

"I want..."  She looked up at me and moistened her pink lips with
her tongue.  "I want to taste your come."  She flushed brilliant
red, but she ground her girl hips into the sofa. She was so
turned on by all of this, I could hardly believe it.

"Lick your way all over it first, baby.  Take my cock in your
hand, and slowly get the whole thing very very wet with your
mouth and tongue, but try to keep your teeth off of me."

She nodded, and went to work.  She took my rod in her fist, and
lifted it, looking at it closely.  She licked the ridge of my
head first, and I shuddered when she reached the underside.  She
immediately stopped.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh no, baby, it just felt so goooooood.  That tiny little area
on the underside of my cock?  Where the flare of my cock head
meets the shaft?  Do you see it?"

She looked up and nodded, once again wide-eyed and eager to
learn.  I could feel the hot air of her breath on my cock as she
examined it.

"Right where that little ridge of skin joins the head to the
shaft...that's a very sensitive area, and it feels soooo good
when you get it wet and slurp on it, or lick it."

She looked back at my cock, and licked the ridge with her little
pink tongue.

"Mmmmmmm, yeah!  That's a girl."  I believed in positive
reinforcement in education.

"Now take the base of my cock in your hand and squeeze it."

She did as she was told, but very gently.

"No, baby, squeeze it hard.  I promise , you won't hurt me.  You
can handle my cock pretty hard, and it just feels good."

She nodded yet again, and squeezed the base of my prick, this
time very hard.  Her eyes lit up when she saw my fat head grow
before her eyes.

"Blood fills my shaft, and you can work it like a balloon when
I'm hard.  To make the head more sensitive, grab me at the base
like that, and slurp your way up and over my cock."

She did as she was told, and even slurped her little wet lips up
an down the rock-hard shaft.  She was turning out to be quite a
student.


"Now I can feel you pulsing against me," she said.

"Mmmmm, yeah baby...my cock's throbbing for you.  You make it
feel sooooo goooooood.  Have you ever heard of a cock ring?"

She shook her head, no.

"Well, it's a tight leather or plastic strap that does for a
guy's cock what you're doing with your hand.  It can help a guy
stay harder longer, but it also makes it more sensitive, and it
can stay like that even when it isn't being grabbed."

She nodded.  "I want to taste you.  Please, I want you to come in
my mouth, Tom."

I almost fainted.  "Mmmmm, yes baby.  I'll shoot my load all over
your sweet mouth. Just a few minutes more."

She pouted like the girl she was, and it turned me on even more.

"Now, lick your way down to my balls, but don't suck on them."

She did it expertly the first time.

"Get the shiny and wet, and slurp them slowly, while you work
your fist up and down my cock."

She did as she was instructed, and even licked my scrotum.  I had
to stop her hand because she was about to make me squirt.  She
looked up at me from underneath my ball sack, and her face was
covered in her saliva.

"Can I taste your ass?"  She turned red again, but the thought of
this little slut slurping on my asshole was more than I could
resist.  I nodded and reached underneath myself to spread my
cheeks for her.

I watched as she rotated onto her back, then slid her lovely
teenage mouth back to my scrotum, then down, down, down to my
little puckered hole.  She continued jerking my rock hard pole as
she slowly tickled my ass with her velvety tongue.  Then she did
the totally unexpected, and slithered her tongue into me.  I
practically screamed with pleasure as this little nymph
tongue-fucked my ass while working my cock like a real pro.  She
slurped at my wet asshole for several minutes, every second of
which I spent urging my come to stay put down in my balls.  When
I did come, I wanted it to be in her sexy little mouth.

She came up for air, and grinned at me.  I'd be writhing and
moaning, and she was genuinely pleased that she'd made me so hot.
 I dragged my nails down her body, and pinched her nipples hard,
pulling those fat little puffies up into points.  She let out a
loud moan, and pulled my cock straight down into her open mouth.
She worked me as I played with her nubile body until I couldn't
hold it any longer.

"I'm gonna cummmmmmmmm!"  I moaned, and she pulled my cock out of
her mouth with a pop, and worked my shaft with both hands.  She
opened her mouth, eager to eat my come.  Oh, and come I did!  I
came in shuddering, crashing waves of orgasmic joy, my cock
swelling to even bigger proportions, then hosing her pretty face
with rope after rope of my hot white goo.  I reached down, and
took over jerking myself for her, and continued to hose her face
and neck and breasts with my sperm.  She hung her come- covered
tongue out, and lapped at my cock, hungrily trying to slurp up
all that she could. My god, this girl was an awesome fuck!

I looked down, and her petite frame was dribbled with gobs of my
come.  I leaned over her, and licked my come off of her tits. 
She watched me carefully, obviously surprised.  I slurped my way
down her body and cleaned all of my come off of her sexy skin,
holding it all in my mouth.  Then, I leaned over her face, and
she raised her head to kiss me.  The hot come tumbled down out of
my mouth, mixed with my saliva, and slid down Jenny's open
throat.  She swallowed it, and nuzzled my face.

I lifted her naked body off the couch, and held her in my arms. 
Never had I had such incredible sex!  I don't know if it was in
the control of the situation, or the taboo, or even the talent of
this little sex kitten, but she'd put me over the top in a way
I'd never experienced before.  She held onto me, and whispered,
"Thank you, Tom."

I held her away from me so I could see her eyes, and said, "Thank
YOU, baby.   We'll have to do this again."

She nodded vigorously.  "There's so much I want to know, and so
much I want to do. Will you teach me, Tom?  I want to know
everything."

I said, "Of course, baby, I'd love to," and I meant it.  I
couldn't wait for more, but a quick glance at the clock told me I
needed to get her cleaned up and on her way.

She took her clothes with her into the bathroom, and I dressed in
the den.  My knees were weak.  I felt like I did after my first
fuck, but without the regret of coming too quickly.  I wasn't
sure what was happening here, but I knew that I'd probably end up
needing a babysitter more often than I'd ever imagined. 


END OF PART 1

Copyright Tom Wayne 2002
kinkyhotrod@hotmail.com

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