My cousin, Carol, is four years older than I am. She lives down the
street, and my folks and hers -- my aunt and uncle (my mother's stepsister
and her husband) -- have always been very good friends, doing all
kinds of things together. Carol always stayed over at my house,
because her room was full of dolls and playhouses and I had a
double-decker bunk bed (I got the top bunk). That has meant that,
when I was younger (and so was she), one sitter was hired for both
of us and she slept in my room until our parents came home and her
parents took her home. Later, Carol sat for me herself, earning
75 cents an hour.
When we were really young, some older woman would sit for us and I don't
remember much about her. By the time I was five years old (and Carol
was nine), our parents had teenagers sitting us. I remember so many
good times we had, fooling the sitters into letting us drink sodas and
watch TV, playing board games with endless changes in the rules to match
our whims, building elaborate "forts" of furniture and blankets ...
But, for purposes of this narrative, the story really begins one night
when one of our sitters let her boyfriend come over to visit while she
was taking care of me and Carol.
I was six years old and Carol was eleven. Our sitter that night,
Susan,
was about 19 years old and was kind of funny-looking, I thought.
Although
she was skinny everywhere else, she had a huge chest, which she emphasized
with tight sweaters and tight jeans. I was too young to be affected
in
any sexual way then, but I realize now she projected a sluttish image.
In retrospect, I'm surprised my parents let her sit for us. Maybe
she
charged less than other sitters. She sat for me and Carol several
times,
and was always nice enough, letting us watch R-rated movies with her on
cable TV and making us big bowls of popcorn.
On this fateful night, however, our folks were going to a racetrack
across the state line, and were staying overnight. Susan tried to
rush us off to bed early, but we insisted on staying up to see a
scary movie. About 11, the doorbell rang and Susan swore us to
secrecy before letting her boyfriend in. He was obviously annoyed
at seeing us there, and made enough rude comments that we scurried up
to bed as soon as the movie was over. We could hear the music from
my
folks' stereo begin to play pretty loud. Susan tucked us into bed
perfunctorily and hurried back to the family room.
I was ready to go to sleep, and was a little worried about the dreams
I might have as a result of the horror movie we had just seen. But
Carol was not ready.
"Let's go spy on Susan," she whispered from the bottom bunk. "I bet
they're making out."
I agreed readily and we quietly opened the door to my room and crept
down the hall.
We really didn't have to be quiet, because the music coming from the
family room was very loud. As we peeked around the corner, we both
at first thought the room was empty. But then we spotten Susan and
her
boyfriend writhing on the floor. Clothes were all over the room.
Susan's sweater was lying by the fireplace and her boyfriend was down
to his boxer shorts. They were locked in a total-bodylock embrace
on the carpet in front of the couch. Carol and I had front-row seats!
"See?" she whispered. "I told you they'd be making out!"
Making ourselves comfortable, we stretched out on our bellies in the hall,
beyond the faint light projected by the single lamp that was still shining
at its lowest setting. Spying on our sitter was just the sort of
trick
Carol and I enjoyed best.
Back in the family room, Susan's boyfriend had managed to disengage the
industrial-strength fasteners on her bra. As we watched, he tossed
it
back toward the couch and lowered his head to her chest. With his
mouth
removed from hers, we quickly understood why the stereo was playing so
loudly -- Susan was moaning and groaning and breathlessly telling him
how good he was making her feel.
"God, Terry, I'm burning up. Suck my nipples! Run your tongue
all over
my boobs. Bite my nips!" Her boyfriend tried to follow her
instructions,
but it was clear he would have had to have help to do it all.
Carol leaned over to me. "Look at his shorts," she whispered.
I had been paying attention to the heaving mounds projecting from the
chest of my babysitter, glistening in the lamplight with her boyfriend's
saliva. Now I looked where my cousin indicated and saw the beefy
end of
his prick sticking out the opening in the front of his boxers.
"This is going to be neat!" said Carol.
Susan's muttering and groaning was getting louder, and now I could see
that her boyfriend had his hand down the front of her panties and was
moving his arm in a rhythmic motion. His hips had also adopted a
rhythm
of their own, as he rubbed the head of his cock against the outside of
her thigh. Suddenly he stood up and spoke.
"I've got to fuck you now, before your hot talk and sexy bod make me
cum on the carpet."
As he yanked down his shorts, Susan squirmed out of her underpants too.
I didn't know where to look. His throbbing prick looked huge to me
(though now I realize its size was probably pretty ordinary). The
patch of hair at the bottom of Susan's belly was not much to see,
but I stared nonetheless.
As soon as she tossed her filmy panties aside, Susan spread her legs
and put both hands in her crotch. "Jeez, Terry!" she said.
"You look
so hot standing there showing me your big dick! Let's suck each other
first and then you can fuck me. That way you don't have to wear a
rubber
for your first cum."
Beside me, Carol moved into a sitting position. We watched the action in
the den. When she noticed me looking at her, she gave me a big grin
.
When Carol turned her attention back to the family room, so did I.
Terry was lowering his head between our sitter's outstretched thighs as
his rigid prick descended toward her waiting lips. Susan's moaning
and
groaning was muffled once more as she slurped up her boyfriend's stiff
six inches. In fact, there wasn't much to see, with the two teenagers'
heads buried in each other's crotches. The wet sounds of their sucking
could barely be heard over the booming stereo.
Then the sound effects started again in the family room.
"Yes! Suck on my clit like that! I'm gonna get my cum!
Bite my lips!
Stick your tongue all the way inside of me! Ungh! Ohh!
Arrrrr...."
Susan babbled away as she humped her pelvis against her boyfriend's
swiveling face. Unnoticed, his slimy prick slithered across her face
and stabbed at her hair. With legs thrown wide, Susan wrenched her
head backwards against the carpet and grunted repeatedly. If she
hadn't kept babbling about good it felt, I would have thought her
boyfriend was torturing her.
In the dim light, Terry raised his head from Susan's crotch and turned
to kneel with his legs on either side of her head. Levering his dick
downward, he guided it into her panting mouth and began pistoning it
deep into her throat. Susan began breathing noisily through her nose
as she sucked and slurped his throbbing rod. I noticed she also had
both hands busily working at the juncture of her thighs.
In only a few moments, Terry grabbed the back of her head and started
pulling her mouth all the way onto his cock. That was apparently
too
much for Susan, but her boyfriend was oblivious to her distress.
As
she tried to push him away, he moved his hips rapidly, only releasing
her head when he threw back his own to bay his orgasm.
Susan spit the slab of meat out of her mouth so she could breathe, but
reached up to stroke the repeated squirts of juice out of his cock and
all over her face. Her other hand returned to her own love-nest,
restoring the rhythm of her hips as she worked her lover's still-rigid
cock above her glazed eyes.
Suddenly, Carol leaned over and whispered to me, "Let's go back to
the bedroom."