The next morning, Sue got up and dressed for school. She put on a tight, mini, Jean skirt. It was faded and hugged her delicious curves like a candy wrapper. She added a tight red sweater and white tennis shoes.
She joined Mr. and Mrs. Brown for breakfast. Beth Brown was a thirty-seven-year-old blonde who still had a fine body. She had a face that resembled an angel's.
"Sleep well?" Beth asked.
Sue glanced at Mr. Brawn. "Yes."
"Good! Mr. Brown will give you a ride to school after breakfast, and thanks for staying overnight, Sue."
"You're welcome,"
After breakfast, Mr. Brown and Sue rode across town to Waverly High School.
"I'll never forget last night," he whispered, reaching over, rubbing his hand along her exposed, tanned thigh.
"I think we better," Sue said. He handed Sue a hundred-dollar bill. "Huh? What's this, sir?" "For babysitting last night." "But… ah, a hundred dollars?" "Well, it was a special night." "Then, well, golly…"
"That's okay, take it," he said. Sue tucked it in her school books. He pulled out his wallet and handed her another.
"Here, take this one too." "Huh?"
"Take it." "What's this for?"
He lifted her hand from the seat and dropped it in his lap. Sue hadn't been looking down there, but now she did. His big cucumber cock thumped up in a bending curl against his slacks.
"Oh, jeez, Mr. Brown!" she whispered.
"Take it out, give me a hand job on the way to school."
"Oh, jeez! In the car?" Sue gasped.
"Like I did last night, do that again?" "Yes, please!"
"Whew," Sue puffed, her voice soft, trembly, as her hand massaged the thick prick in his slacks. "Should I take it out then?"
"Yeah, unzip my fly."
Sue pulled the zipper down, reached in and yanked his cock out.
"Oh, God, Mr. Brown!" she gasped.
A good-morning erection is the best kind, as most cock aficionados know, and Mr. Brown's massive prick was harder than it had been in the middle of the dawn, just hours ago.
The stalk throbbed wildly and stuck up a full nine to ten inches out of his fly.
"Just pump on it, sir?"
"Yes, please, Sue." "Okay then."
She got a good grip in the middle of the thick, round cock, squeezed, and started jerking up and down, her thumb extended in a sweet hitchhike gesture.
"Oh… yeahhhh, Sue! Yeah!" "Feel good?" she cooed.
The cocktip bubbled, frothed, and spat a hunk of cum out against the dash.
"Oh, cripes!" marveled Sue.
The hot chunk of goopy cum clung to the speedometer.
"Your boner is so hard and stuff, Mr. Brown," Sue whispered, "and all fulla sticky stuff."
"Oh, you darling!" he mumbled, driving so slow as to create a traffic hazard.
"Gee, you gonna squirt stuff on the dash and all, over?" Sue asked.
"I dunno," he huffed, barely able to speak, he trembled so badly.
Another blob of cum spit from the apple cockhead, again splashing on the dash.
"Oh, jeeeez!" Sue exclaimed, pumping her little hand on the thick, hard prick.
"I guess you better put somethin' over it when I cum," he mumbled.
"Well what?"
"Here, in my hankie," he said, then reached back into his pocket. "Oh, shit! I forgot one."
Sue looked around the car for something. "Your panties," he said. "Put your panties on my cock. I'll cum in them."
"My panties?" "Yeah!"
"Gawd, Mr. Brown, my panties?"
"Look, I gave you two hundred dollars. You can buy another pair."
Sue weighed the logic of this statement.
"Okay, but I'll have to let go while I take 'em down."
She released his prick. Mr. Brown reached down and stroked the stalk with one hand. Sue pulled up her blue jeans skirt, thumbed her pink panties, pulled them down her tanned legs, and took them off.
"Now I gotta go to school with no panties on," she whispered, bringing the pink panties to Mr. Brown's cock. "Should I just put 'em on top?"
"Yes.
Sue crumpled the pink panties and dangled them over the top of his towering prick. Then she got another good grip on the cock and started jerking again.
The pink panties bobbled as she pumped. "You do that good, Sue."
"Good," she said. "Pump my prick!"
"That's what I'm doin', sir?"
Sue looked up at the handsome man. He wore a three-piece suit. He was a media executive, the head of sales for a TV station in Bluff City. His face was etched with passion. Sue liked the look he had as she jerked him.
As she pumped his prick, she wondered if Mr. Brown might not be a contact, a key to getting into TV and becoming famous. Sue had always wanted to be a weather-girl, which she thought might lead to bigger things.
She pumped hard now, trying to do a good job, make Mr. Brown happy. She thought about the two hundred dollars he'd given her. This gift made her work even harder to satisfy.
"Oh, that's it!" he cried. "Oh, shit!" "You're squirtin' stuff in my panties! Look, they're gettin' all gooshy and sticky!" Sue whispered.
"Pump me!" he yelped. Harder, faster, went the girl's hand. "Does it feel good?" she asked. "Wonderful," he whimpered. "You like me to do this, huh?" "Oh, shit… I love it, Sue!" "You're naughty, Mr. Brown," she cooed. "Fuck it with your hand, darling!" "Oooooh, Mr. Brown! You talk so dirty and stuff!"
"Fuck it! Fist-fuck it!" "Gawd, sir!" "Yeah, fuck your fist on my cock!"
Sue's skirt was up over her pussy. She was wet down there. Her tanned legs were apart. She wanted to buttonhook her clit and cum, but she knew she had work to do with Mr. Brown, so she kept jerking his monster prick.
"I'm gonna cum, Sue!"
"In my panties?" "Yeah!"
"Okay, okay!" She pumped furiously. He stiffened.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, shit!" he yelled.
He blew her panties off the top of his prick. Sue caught them with her free hand before they fell to the floor. She held them up with one hand over his quaking cock as she pumped with the other hand, pumped out a milkshake load of thick cream.
"Baby, baby, baby!" he sighed. "Whewww, whooofff!" Sue huffed. "You're really shootin'!"
"Oh, shit, shitttttt. Feels sooooo good!" Cum seeped down his prick into her hand, on her knuckles, as Sue fucked his cock with her tiny fist.
He finally slumped back against the seat. Sue let go of his cock as he sighed and huffed, trying to catch his breath.
"Wow, my panties are soaked," Sue said, holding them on his drooling, spitting prick.
"I know," he said.
She wiped her hand on a dry patch of the panties, then slid them up and down his cockstalk, wiping away the thick, foamy cream.
"Ah, ah, ahhhhh, oh wow, honey!" Mr. Brown babbled.
They were pulling in at the school now. Sue dropped the panties on the seat. She pulled her skirt down.
Mr. Brown stopped.
"I'll be in touch," he whispered. "Okay," Sue smiled, then slid across the seat and got out.
She was a happy young lady as she walked up the steps of Waverly High School.
Sue was on the field cheerleading. Her all-red uniform-tiny red skirt with white inverted pleats, her red sweater with a white collar and a white stripe around the top and bottom looked good. Her big tits bobbled in the tight knit. Her tanned legs were sleek and darling in the white knee socks that had two red rings at the top. She wore white tennis shoes with red laces.
On the front of the sweater, between the two white stripes, was scripted in black the word Devils, the name of the Waverly High team.
As she jumped high, Sue's black bloomers glistened in the hot fall sun.
She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy out on the field, and there were hundreds of admiring eyes in the bleachers giving her the once over.
One of the things Sue liked best about her young life was cheerleading, being in front of a huge crowd of people in her short, swirling skirt, her tight sweater, showing off, looking sexy and alluring. She loved it, and always got a good feeling from performing.
The band boomed music, the girls danced, swinging forward, wiggling, swaying their juicy, young hips.
I just know I could be famous, Sue thought to herself as she spread her legs, planted her feet far apart, bent down, swayed her hips, bumped, pumped, let her skirt fly up over her shiny black panties.
After the game, she met some of the girls in the dressing room. It was near suppertime. They decided to go get pizza and cokes.
But just then Mrs. Wailer, the principal's secretary, came in.
"Sue, you have a call in the office."
Sue walked with her through the halls of the school to the administration office.
"Yes, hello," she said. "Hello, Sue Powers?" "Uh-huh."
"This is Dave Madison. I saw your ad in the shopper for babysitting. I know it's late, but my wife and I were just invited out."
"Yes?"
"Could you come over and sit with our little boy?"
"Gee, I'd like to, but "We'll pay you double. I know it's Friday night and all."
"Ah… well… double?"
"Yes, it's a business-entertainment meeting. I have to go, and I really want my wife to be acre. A man just flew in to town that I have to entertain."
"Where do you live, sir?"
"In the Riverfront Estates."
"Would you pay my cab fare?"
"Sure." "What time?"
"Well, right away. Okay?"
"Sure, okay. I'll be there, give me the address.
Sue wrote it down on a pad, then dialed for a cab. She went back to the girls and informed them she had to baby-sit and couldn't go with them.
"Gee, it's Friday night, Sue," Gloria Tucker said.
"I know, but…"
"You must need the money, huh?" "They're gonna pay me double." Sue fixed her ponytail and her bangs and went out in front of the school to wait for the taxi. Sue had never been to the expensive, plush Riverfront Estates where the Madisons lived. The cab pulled in on a paved drive that curved up in front of a huge two-story mansion with white pillars, columnar and antebellum. The fare was twenty-one dollars. "Just wait," Sue told the cabbie. She walked up to the door and rang the bell.
Mr. Madison opened the door.
"I'm Sue Powers."
"Oh, fabulous," the man smiled. He was tall, thin, near fifty. God, he's handsome, Sue thought. "I owe the cab twenty-one dollars."
Mr. Madison walked past her, went to the cab and paid the driver. He came back.
Sue watched his lean body, looking good in gray slacks, white shirt, tie, blue blazer.
"I'm so glad you could come on such short notice," he said. "Please come in."
She followed the handsome man into the huge house.
"We have a young lad of only twelve, and he shouldn't be any problem, Sue," Mr. Madison said.
He turned and gazed at her in her delicious cheerleading uniform.
Sue could see he was impressed with her generous, round tits and the way they pushed at the scripted Devils written in small letters across the front of her tight knit sweater.
Mr. Madison showed her through the house that was furnished richly.
"This came up rather quickly, our going out tonight, and the maid is off. We were lucky she left a shopper in the TV room so we could see your ad."
Sue met Jimmy, a cute boy with a pageboy hairdo. He was short, had a chubby face and freckles.
Then she met Mrs. Madison, Anne. She was forty-eight, still trim, but showed her age in her face, which was still beautiful. She had a supple body that had been kept up by exercise and perhaps a tummy tuck or two.
The Madisons left for their engagement and Sue watched TV with Jimmy, then sent him to bed as she was instructed to do.
Sue wandered through the house, deciding that one day she too would be rich and own a home like this, Since she had started babysitting this year, including the two hundred dollars she'd received from Mr. Brown, she had close to five hundred dollars.
She watched a late movie and fell asleep on the couch to be awakened by the Madisons at two o'clock.