The next night Darla was babysitting for Kim and Bob Warner, and there was only one thing on her mind. Would she get a chance to come on to Bob?
She didn't feel like a husband-snatcher or anything. She didn't want to take away anybody's husband. She just wanted to borrow Bob for an hour.
She waited for the Warners to come back from the movies, and she didn't even bother to turn on the television set. She was reliving every exciting second of her experience with Tom Carter and getting horny out of her mind.
Darla had to laugh now to think that she'd been afraid of fucking. Now that she'd actually done it, she sure wasn't scared any more. She could hardly wait to do it again – but that depended on Bob being available and willing.
At last she heard the Warners' car pulling into the driveway. Her eager pussy was hot as fire, and she'd been creaming heavily as she thought about getting laid again. She smiled as the couple walked in the door.
"Hi," she chirped, "have a nice time?"
"Yeah, good movie," Bob said. "How'd it go with the kids? They give you any trouble?"
"Oh, no," Darla said. "They were good."
"Fine," Kim said, yawning. "Well, I guess we all better go to bed. It's late."
"Yeah, good night, Darla," Bob said.
"Good night," Darla sighed.
She'd been hoping Bob would stay up, but no such luck. He followed Kim down the hall to their bedroom and closed the door. The horny babysitter could have screamed with frustration.
Well, she couldn't get lucky every night. And even if she couldn't have fun with Bob, she could spy. She tiptoed down the hall and knelt at the door of the master bedroom. She peeked through the keyhole, hoping for a good show.
Kim was fumbling out of her clothes and yawning. Bob was watching her with frankly lusty eyes. When she was down to her bra and panties, he came up behind her and slipped his arms around her, cupping her tits.
"I could hardly wait to get home and get you into bed," he rasped.
Kim turned to face him. "Oh, honey, I know you're horny," she said gently, "but I'm so tired. Could we wait till tomorrow morning? It'd be a lot better for me then."
"Yeah, sure, honey," Bob sighed, releasing her. "I guess I'll stay up awhile and read."
"Okay, good night," Kim said, heading for the bed.
She discarded her bra and panties on the way, not even bothering to pick them up. As she slipped naked into bed, Bob looked ready to groan with frustration. But he didn't say anything, just walked quietly toward the door.
Darla went racing back to the living room and switched on the TV. She had to pretend she'd been there all the time. The Warners would be furious if they knew she'd been spying on them. A moment later Bob walked into the room.
"Oh, good, Darla, you're still up," he said. "I wanted to watch TV, too."
"I hope it's okay," Darla said. "I know Mrs. Warner said to go to bed."
"Oh, she's just extra tired tonight for some reason," Bob said, joining Darla on the couch. "Anything good on?"
Darla glanced at the screen for the first time. It was a late, late sexy movie, like the one she'd been watching at the Carters' the other night. A young couple were rolling around on a big bed, kissing and pawing each other. They were in their underwear.
"This looks interesting," Darla grinned. "Yeah, it does," Bob chuckled. He didn't notice Darla inching closer to him.
She scooted so close that she could feel the heat of his body. Bob was glued to the tube, watching the screen couple making love. The boy took off the girl's bra, and Bob began breathing harder. Then the boy started molding and squeezing the girl's pretty ripe tits.
"Oh, wow, I didn't know this stuff was on TV," Bob said.
"Only very late at night," Darla grinned.
Pretty soon the screen couple took off the rest of their clothes, only the camera was careful not to show everything. The boy rolled on top of the girl, and his ass started knotting and jerking. The girl moaned and clung to him.
"Holy shit!" Bob breathed. "I can't believe they're showing this. I mean, those people are actually fucking."
Then he looked at Darla. She was sitting thigh-to-thigh with him, grinning, and her stiff nipples showed through her bra and T-shirt. Bob slowly turned red.
"Jesus," he said, "what's the matter with me? You shouldn't be watching this stuff. You're just a kid."
He jumped up and switched off the set. While he was doing that, Darla discarded her bra and T-shirt and started wriggling out of her jeans. Now was the moment to strike. Bob was horny, his wife was asleep, and Darla was alone with him.
"Sorry about that," he said.
He turned to look at the babysitter again, and his mouth dropped open. Darla was sitting right where he'd left her, only now she wasn't wearing anything but a tiny pair of bikini panties. His eyes swept helplessly over her petite nubile body.
"We don't have to watch a movie to have fun, Bob," the girl purred.
"Darla, what in hell?" he exclaimed.
Darla grabbed him and pulled him down on the couch. She slid onto his lap and snaked her arms around his peck. He was still in shock when she planted her mouth on his and kissed him, slipping her tongue between his lips.
The big man shuddered and gave a muffled groan as her hot little tongue explored his mouth. Darla wriggled her firm little ass around in his lap and felt his cock start to swell. So far, so good. She just hoped she had the same luck as with Tom.
Gradually Bob collected his wits and tried to pry her arms from around his neck. She wouldn't budge. He wrenched his mouth away from hers and stared at her. He seemed confused, and that was just the way she wanted him.
"Honey, this isn't like you," he said hoarsely. "You're such a nice little girl."
"I'm growing up, Bob," Darla smiled. "I'm not a little kid any more. Haven't you noticed?"
Bob turned red. As a matter of fact, he had noticed. Darla had been babysitting for the Warners for years, and he'd observed her body maturing. He'd developed a secret letch for her. But he'd never dreamed the feeling was natural.
"Well, honey," he said with an awkward laugh, "I guess you are growing up, but I'm a married man, and I can't get involved in something like this."
Darla kissed him again. With one hand she pushed up his T-shirt, then rubbed her naked stiff-nippled tits against his hairy chest. She wiggled her ass suggestively over his mushrooming cock. Bob shuddered, and his prick grew even bluer and harder.
"Bob," she said huskily, "Kim and the kids are asleep. I'm feeling really horny. You could help me out, and nobody would know."
"I can't believe this," he said hoarsely.
Darla did something to make him believe it. She wiggled out of her panties, and he gawked at the tiny dark puff of her cunt bush. Then she slid off the couch, down between his legs, and unzipped his pants. She grasped his pants and shorts and pulled them down to his feet.
"Darla, hey, no," he gasped.
She paid no attention. She was beginning to understand that a man's words were one thing and his thoughts were another. She pulled off his pants, shorts, and shoes, leaving him naked except for his socks and T-shirt. She ogled his cock, which was still rising and swelling.
"Darla, you gotta stop!" he croaked.
Darla just grabbed his cocks and started pumping it. Bob gave a low hoarse groan, and his prick inflated fully in her fingers. It grew huge and hard, and it throbbed lustily as she ran her hand up and down the blue-veined cockshaft.
"Wow, it's so big," she breathed. "You've got a hard-on, Bob. You must be horny, too. We could really help each other out."
Bob just shook his head in wonder. Darla had always been such a shy and nicely behaved girl, he couldn't believe she was coming on to him like a mature horny woman. His fantasy had come true, but he wasn't prepared to cope with it.
But thought his mind wasn't ready, his cock was. His cock was having a grand old time. As Darla pumped it, it throbbed eagerly against her fingers and started leaking big hot blobs of cream. The girl stuck out her tongue and started licking up the cream and gobbling it.
"Oh, Jesus!" Bob groaned.
Darla hungrily lapped up his hot salty cock juice and ate it. She had a hunch that Bob was going to be easier to seduce than Tom. He just couldn't seem to get his brains in gear. He was just sitting there staring, letting her do whatever she wanted.
She drilled the pointed tip of her tongue into the deep hot cleft of his cock and reamed out all the rest of his cock juice. Bob was panting now. His nostrils were flared, and his eyes were rolling. The big man was helpless with surprise and lust.
"You like this, Bob?" Darla purred.
"Well, sure, honey," he rasped, "but we really shouldn't."
"Why not?" she said. "Nobody will ever know. We can do anything we want."
She jumped up, planting her feet on the couch, straddling his lap, and brushing his face with the soft warm fur of her pussy bush. Bob breathed in the enticing young female scent, and his cock lurched hard and leaked a thick river of prick juice.
"You know what I'd really like, Bob?" Darla cooed. "I'd just love for you to go down on me."
Bob finally got a coherent idea. If he went down on the girl, that would satisfy her crazy lust and she'd leave him alone. If she didn't leave him alone, he was going to do something he'd regret.
"Okay, Darla," he said, "but then you have to promise to go right to bed."
"Sure, Bob," she lied.
She braced her hands against the back of the couch and stood there with her cunt against his face. Bob folded back the soft fur and exposed the tiny pink lump of her clit. He slid his tongue out and used the pointed tip to tickle the sensitive button. Darla squealed with pleasure.
"Ooooooh, yeah, great!" she cried.
"Ssshhh, baby, not so loud," Bob warned. "If we wake Kim, the shit will really hit the fan."
"Right," Darla panted.
He ran the stiff tip of his tongue around and around her throbbing joy button, and it felt fantastic. Darla just loved having her pussy licked. The only problem was, she could hardily keep from wailing with pleasure.
Scalding cream gushed from her aroused pussy and ran down her legs. Bob shoved his tongue deeper between her thighs and licked up some of the tangy juice. Like Tom, he seemed to have a real thirst for pussy.
Then he returned to her clit, racing his tongue around and around the highly sensitive nub and giving her a steady buzz of pleasure. For the moment, Darla forgot all about fucking. She couldn't think of anything but how fantastic his tongue made her feel.
"Ooooooh, Bob, I love it!" she gurgled.
Bob shifted to another technique, lashing his big hot tongue up and down over her clit. That felt even better to the hot-pants babysitter. She gurgled and whimpered, and rivers of cunt cream poured down her legs. The harder Bob tongue-lashed her cunt, the more excited she got.
"Oh, wow, I just have to come!" she panted.
"We're getting there, honey," Bob chuckled, "but it's too good to rush."
He was really getting off on licking her cute teenaged cuntslit. He gobbled up her hot tangy cunt cream as fast as he could get it. Kim said he was a pussy freak, but she never complained about it, and Darla wasn't complaining, either.
He wondered if she was a virgin. Yesterday he would have said yes, for sure. But she was a different girl today. The demure and well-mannered babysitter had turned into a hotblooded little tramp. Bob wasn't laying any bets.
Still he knew her teenaged cunt would be incredibly tight. She couldn't have had much experience with sex. He imagined sticking his swollen rock-hard prick into that tiny hot pussy hole, and he almost shot his load.
Forget it, Bob, he told himself. She's off limits.
He'd better stick to his original plan, which was to eat her off in a hurry. He had to get away from this powerful temptation. He'd never cheated before, and he loved his wife. He whipped his tongue faster and harder over the girl's clit.
"Oh, yeah, Bob," she gurgled, "that's it, do it to me real fast. I need to come so bad."
Bob needed to come pretty badly, too, but he tried to ignore that. Later, when he'd satisfied the girl, he'd go jack off in the bathroom. Right now he had to end this hot temptation, and he thought he knew just the way to do it.
He eased her legs even farther apart and shaved his tongue deep between them. He found the tiny opening of her cunt and stuck the tip of his tongue inside. On target, he pushed his whole tongue into her, right to the root.
"Ohhhhh, unnnnhhhh!" Darla moaned.
She'd never felt anything so delicious and exciting. Bob crammed her tiny teenaged clit full of wet hot tongue meat. Then he started fucking her with his tongue, and she just about went crazy with pleasure. She splattered his face with spurting cunt juice.
"I love it!" she sobbed, "I just love it. Don't stop, honey, get me off this way."
That was just what Bob had in mind. He worked his tongue like a jackhammer in her horny pussy hole, rocketing her toward climax. Darla closed her eyes tight and blotted out everything but the intense pleasure she was feeling. A gigantic orgasm exploded out from the depths of her cunt.
"Ohhhh, yeah, unnnihhhh, whaaahhhhh!" she howled.
Bob just prayed she wouldn't make Kim or the kids, she was moaning so loud. He felt her tiny teenaged cunt having fiery spasms around his tongue, and he imagined how great it would feel to have his cock in there instead.
"Ohhhhhhh, shit, that was great," Darla sighed at last.
"Good," Bob said as firmly as possible. "Now it's bedtime for you, young lady."
He slid away from her and started to get up, but Darla grabbed for his achingly swollen cock.
"Wait, Bob," she cooed. "You can't go to bed like this. Let me take care of it for you."