Her little pussy clasped at the word fuck. "Yes Ron, please fuck me."
Ron nudged her into the house and shut the door. His gaze was even hotter. There was one more test he needed. He took the back of her head by her hair and tipped it back. His intent was plain in his eyes. She parted her lips in anticipation.
My husband kissed the babysitter. His tongue (oh, god, that wonderful, evil tongue) laid claim to hers.
Laura had French kissed before, but the way Ron made her feel right then was a revelation. He pulled her body to his. He took control of her entirely. Her legs went weak.
The kiss lasted longer than her boyfriend usually lasted altogether. When Ron finally released her, he picked her up as if she might faint.
Yeah, I know. Wasn't going to happen. Ron and Laura have slightly different takes on a few of these details. She really liked the kiss and enjoyed being lifted into his arms. He thought she outright swooned.
Holding her in his arms, he looked around her family room. "If you have no objections, shall we use your parent's room?"
Laura smiled weakly. "Oh yes, that sounds like fun."
I said before that my man is slender. When he carries me like that it's always a bit of a struggle. Of course, it's mostly a joke when he does it anyway so it's fun.
When Laura told me about Ron carrying her up the stairs to her parent's bed, it was a different kind of story. She's such a little thing.
He felt powerful to the babysitter. So confident. The feeling didn't end when he set her down in her parent's room. He stood behind her and pulled her body against his. She wiggled eagerly in his grasp. "Ohh, Ron I can feel you. You're hard already!" The firm tubular lump against the small of her back was unmistakable.
My husband buried his face in her hair, against her neck. He drew in her scent and kissed the sensitive skin there in a way I've always found even more interment than tongue to tongue. "Ohhh." Laura sighed and softened in his arms.
Ron's hands found the snap of her jeans and undid them, drawing the zipper down. "I was wondering if these might just be painted on," he murmured into her neck. He caught her earlobe between just his lips and plucked it as he peeled them down.
He sank down along the back of her body as he lowered her pants. It was a bit of a struggle, in fact. Laura twisted and hunched, helping work the tight jeans down her legs. Of course, this translated into a movement of hips and ass that my husband found mesmerizing. He let loose of her pants while they were still bunched around her knees to grab the hard planes of her ass.
Laura bent forward, frantically trying to pull her jeans the rest of the way off while Ron molested her ass.
With a hop and a shout of triumph, the jeans were off. This was followed by a yelp and a giggle as Ron bit her ass through her ruby-red bikini panties.
He rose and spun her in his arms and laid another soul kiss across her lips. He swept his arms under hers and on cue, she hopped up into his embrace and wrapped her teenage legs around his waist.
He took four slow steps across the room toward the bed while their teeth and tongues clashed. He cock ached now, trapped in his slacks, but there were a number of things he wanted to do to the hot little babysitter before jumping to the finale.
He lowered her to the bed and stood tall between her legs. He swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off. "You know I want to see those tits, Laura. Take that shirt off if you want me to eat your sweet pussy."
She swept the offending garment off in a blink and Ron just leered at her tight, high-riding little hills. She had a pronounced tan line that was so cute against her healthy, sun-kissed glow and the deep pink of her puffy nipples.
Ron fell on her and inhaled one breast. Her hand clawed his hair and her back arched. "Ahhh... oh shit. That feels amazing." Her eyes squeezed shut as he sucked hard on her entire tit.
While he snacked on her delightful chest, he pulled her panties down. She had to close her legs as he did so and he had to abandon her tits. He kissed down her flat stomach and nipped the folds of her navel with his teeth as he worked the panties lower. She wiggled her feet out of them and spread her legs wide.
Ron paused a moment to rise and look her in the eyes. He gently pressed a palm to her mound and let her folds begin to spread his fingers. "Be sure to say my name when you cum." He smiled devilishly at her as he lowered himself to his knees and slid one long finger along her slick crease.
My Ron has lush lips for a man and a very quick tongue. The guy has sucked hundreds of climaxes straight out of my clit. Poor little Laura had no idea what was in store for her.
She was wet and fragrant. The tightly curled fur of her trimmed bush did little to hide her pink blossom. It was all dramatically framed by her tan lines.
Ron began low at the base of her slit. That evil pink tongue that I know and love barely split her lips at all on the first pass as he drew it up along her crease. Laura shivered and her legs wavered, half wanting to close around his head, half eager to open wide for him.
He didn't make contact with her clit that time but he saw the little bump hiding in its shroud at the top of her mound. He chuckled and wedged his tongue in just a little deeper.
"Oh god," was all that Laura could say, her hands gripping the bedspread.
Ron's lush lips and clever tongue coaxed her petals open wider and wider as Laura's arousal escalated. Already he had her hotter than she'd ever been in her life. He was so much better than her own fingers (there was no point in making any comparison at all to a couple of fumbling boys whom's names failed to cross her mind). It wasn't that he touched places that she couldn't because she could and did. He touched her in ways she didn't know she wanted until it happened, letting her squeaks and shudders show him the way.
My husband really started digging in. He had his whole face buried in the folds of her pussy. Her feet found his shoulders and her body began to twist and grind on him. Her clitoris was centered on the bridge of his nose.
Ron gripped the tops of her thighs right against her hips and held her firmly against his face. "Oh god. Oh Fuck, oh god. This is...." Laura panted rapidly and hunched against his face while his lips slurped her juices directly from her hole and tongue dug against her walls.
"Oh god, Ron. I'm cumming!" She'd done as instructed, whether she remembered the instruction or not, calling his name and riding the hot climax over a cliff into roaring bliss.
My husband kept his face planted in her creaming pussy, lapping up her juices until she started to squirm away. "Fuck, no. I can't take any more. Feels like my pussy's going to jump off my body."
I'm not quite sure what that really meant but Ron insists that's what she said.
Ron got to his feet while she scooched up the bed and caught her breath. "I knew you'd say my name. I made you feel better than you have ever before, didn't I?"
Ron was feeling ballsy and who can blame him. He had the hottest thing in the neighborhood laid out naked in front of him and he'd just given her a hell of a tongue lashing, so to speak. Laura could only nod, trying to put her brain back into her head.
He began to undo his belt with relish. "And now we're going to see what you've learned about giving head."
Laura stared as my husband lowered his fly and then his slacks. He left his boxer briefs on. They were light gray and jockey length. The babysitter could plainly see his stiff manhood.
He rounded the bed, drawing closer to her. There was a small, dark stain of pre-cum near his waistband. She rolled once, bringing herself close to the edge of the bed. She'd regained some composure and gazed up into my husband's eyes. "I've never felt anything like that in my life. I feel amazing. And I want to taste you so bad." She grabbed his waistband and tugged it down past his balls.
What did her wondering eyes behold? Well, she told me she was very impressed with my husband but just between us, Ron is very average. He just tops six inches and I can get my hand around him pretty well. Though I doubt little Laura can. But he has a very pretty cock. Straight as an arrow, a bit darker than the rest of his pale skin and with a nice, strong head on it. I love to play with it to see all the different colors of purple it changes.
Laura had enough experience that she didn't try to do anything from an uncomfortable position. She tossed a pillow to the floor and slid down to kneel on it. As she did that, Ron kicked his shorts away and they were both completely nude.
Laura licked up his underside, breathing in his scent. "Chris told me she gave you a blowjob just before I got to your house earlier. Is that true?"
Ron's hands went to her hair. He'd later tell me that he didn't feel self-conscious at all talking about his wife while being sucked by a teenager. "Yeah. She was still swallowing my cum when the doorbell rang."
Her tongue circled the rim of his cap and then caught a drop of his lube. "I bet she's good. I bet she keeps you real happy." Laura squeezed his balls gently and the tip of her tongue toyed with his slit.
"Fuck yes. She can swallow every inch and loves to just let me fuck her face."
He's right, I love that. I love it when the man I'm with just loses control and takes what he needs. Some women say that kind of thing makes them feel like objects but I think it makes me the most important thing in his world and that's exhilarating.
"Let's see how much I can fit," she said. She slid her lips over his head and pulled him into her face.
Ron went up on his tip-toes, both hands in her hair but letting her control things. He didn't plan on losing control with the little teen.
Twice she froze and then backed off, fighting the gag reflex. His fat cap filled half her mouth all on its own and pinned her tongue down.
"Oh fuck, your little mouth feels so good on my cock." With small hands and a small mouth, little Laura was making my man feel very large. Gagging on one end while still having enough room for short strokes on the other.
Laura felt him swell still further. Fearing he was about to cum she released him. He wasn't quite as close as she thought, but Ron didn't waste time explaining. With one hand in her hair and the other under her arm, he lifted her to her feet. His drool-covered cock slid around against her flat stomach as he covered her mouth with his and palmed one of her little chest-fruits.
"Can you taste yourself?" he panted half into her mouth. She moaned and nodded. "You think that tasty pussy's ready for my hard, naked cock?" Her feet shifted with anxious arousal and she grabbed his soaked rod and pulled on it. Both groaned into each other's mouths.
She fell away from him onto the bed. Her legs went up and out without any prodding and she said in the most sultry voice she could muster. "Show me what I've been missing."
Ron planted his tip against her entrance and gazed down at her body in fascination. It's not as if Laura was super tiny but the contrast with what he was used to was striking. He realized he'd have to go slow.
I have a confession to make. After two children (and a third on the way of course) and some very enthusiastic use of my furry treasure over the years, my pussy is a bit on the loose side. My hole is big and juicy and Ron swears up and down that he absolutely loves sinking into it. He's certainly pumped many gallons of cum into it over the years.
But as much as he loves going wild on my cunt, it was going to be a special treat to wedge his horn into something tight and fresh.
As wet as he had her, he actually didn't need to be as slow and gentle as he was. As I said, Ron's just average in the size department. Don't worry, he won't freak to hear me say that; he's a realist. So he wasn't noticeably larger than the couple of boys Laura had already been with.
But he did go slow and that's not a bad thing.
It was certainly a first for Laura. Those boys hadn't had the self-control to do anything other than shove it in. She'd told me it hurt when they put it in almost every time. But they hadn't prepared her like my man did.
The slow advance of Ron's naked cock into her slicked-up honey-pot felt amazing to Laura. Fellas, take note. We really, really like it when you take your time both to get us ready and to open us up.
When Ron's groin bumped her mound, Laura came a little. "Oh god oh god oh god. That's so fucking cool." Ron snugged into her, pulled her ass half off the bed. He wrapped one arm around her leg and spread his other out across her flat stomach.
That's been one of Ron's moves since before we met. I guess he gets some kind of stronger connection and sense of control out of it. He's told me that feeling the woman's body like that, sort of holding her between his hand as is dick just feels very natural to him.
Laura liked it. The tips of his fingers pressed into her abdomen and he slowly drew himself out. She grabbed his arm, her eyes big staring into his. When he felt the head of his cock tug at the inside of her lips, he quickly pressed in again.
Laura pulled against his arm and hunched her hips into his. "Fuck yes. Make me cum, Ron. Please make me cum again!"
"I love to hear you beg." He started a steady rhythm. "Take my cock little girl. Cream all over my naked cock and scream!"
She didn't start screaming right then, but my man worked her over magnificently. Relentless, firm thrusts into her absolutely soaking cunt. Rather than speeding up, Ron was subtly slowing his assault. Each jab sought to press deeper. He held her pinned to the bed longer each time.
Her young gash was creaming heavy for him, discharging thick and white along his shaft. Ron could feel her trembling at the brink. Now he pulled her up by the leg he had his arm around and lifted her ass high as he jabbed in deeply.
That triggered Laura's climax, and she shouted wordlessly. She bit her lips and pulled at her hair and went stiff, arching her shoulders to the comforter while Ron stood tall at the side of the bed with his cock held deep inside her grasping sex.
"You cumming, little lady? Does my cock feel that good inside you?"
"YES!" she cried out. Breathing hard, she let her back relax against the bed. Puffing himself, Ron lowered her hips as well and he popped out of her with a little spritz of her cream. They both stared down at his red and engorged member.
He stroked himself. "Holy hell, look at your girl cream all over my cock. How fucking horny are you?"
"That's your sperm, isn't it?" she asked, very gently tracing her pussy lips, exploring her open and engorged sex.
Ron chuckled, "Oh no sweet Laura. It's all you." He stroked himself tightly, making the head swell and darken even more. "See how hard I still am?"
Laura didn't say a word. She just stared at his soaked, raging cock and stroked herself a little less gently.
Her slit was too tasty a treat to pass up. Ron went to his knees, brushed her hand aside and buried his face in her again, slurping her essence.
Laura's eyes went very big. She started to push his shoulder away but couldn't bring herself to do it. At first, she was too sensitive and the sensation too intense but some part of her craved the spine-twisting feel of it.