Roni could hardly hide her disappointment. It was the next evening, and she'd reported to her new babysitting job with the Preston family, only to find that the teenage son, Paul, was a total nerd.
It had sounded like a golden opportunity for her. She was going to be alone all evening with the Prestons' only child, a high school student. Of course he'd be perpetually horny, like most adolescent boys, and it would be a piece of cake to seduce him. Or so Roni had thought. Now she was discovering just how wrong she'd been. Paul was tail, skinny, awkward, and incredibly bashful. He wore thick horn-rimmed glasses and, went around clutching a book at all times. He didn't watch TV or hang out with other kids. He studied. It was summer vacation, and he still studied. He took one look at Roni when they were introduced, turned beet red, then curled up with a book.
"You won't have any trouble with Paul," Mrs. Preston said as she and her husband prepared to leave.
"No, ma'am, I don't imagine I will," Roni said gloomily.
She watched them drive away, then turned to look at Paul. Just possibly he was the perfect little gentleman around his folks but turned into a mischief-maker when they left. No such luck, however. He was still sitting stiffly in a chair, his nose in a big thick book. Roni wondered how she was going to get through the evening without dying of boredom and horniness.
One thing was for sure, she wasn't going to just sit there and watch Paul read. She walked over to the TV set and switched it on. "I hope you don't mind, Paul," she said, "but I'm not much of a reader."
The kid gave an exasperated sigh, got up, and said, "Well if you're going to have the TV on, I'm going to the basement to study. I can't concentrate with that thing going."
He stalked off, lugging a pile of books. Roni stared after him. She'd never sat for a kid like him before, and suddenly she felt challenged. There had to be a way to get to him. After all, he was human and male and young. Deep down inside, he must have some interest in sex.
She intended to find out. She turned off the TV and found the stairs to the basement. She discovered that the basement had been turned into a large recreation room, which was very attractive. It had wall-to-wall carpeting, nice comfortable furniture, and a fireplace. She found Paul lounging on the couch before the fire with his inevitable book.
He looked annoyed when she appeared. "I thought you were going to watch TV," he said.
"I changed my mind," Roni replied. "I decided to hang out with you instead."
"Well, I don't wanta hang out," he snapped. "I have a lot of studying to do."
"Aw come off it, Paul," Roni said with a wicked grin, "there's not gonna be any school for almost three months. You don't have to study. I think you're just afraid of girls."
"Bullshit," he cried, "I am not."
But he was blushing like crazy, and Roni knew she was on to something. "I bet you are," she taunted, "and I'm gonna prove it. I bet you can't just go on reading that book while I take my clothes off."
"What?" Paul gasped, turning even redder. "You heard me," Roni leered. "Now if that studying is so important to you, just go ahead and do it. Don't pay any attention to me."
He lowered his eyes to the book.
Grinning fiendishly, Roni began to strip. She stepped out of her sandals, then let her jeans drop. Paul's eyes flickered upward for just a second, then down again. Roni took off her T-shirt and dropped it on the floor right in front of him. He glanced at it and blushed.
Next came the bra. She unsnapped it, drew it off, and tossed it onto the couch, right beside him. He looked down at it and got redder than she'd thought a human being could get. She stood there hands an hips, thrusting her chest forward and showing off her luscious high-riding tits. Paul looked up at her and froze.
It was obviously the first time he'd seen real naked tits. He stared and stared. He seemed to stop breathing. His eyes got huge. Roni drew closer to give him a better look at the creamy skinned globes and her little strawberry-colored nipples.
She let him go on staring. At least she had his attention. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her little bikini panties and started slowly inching them down. Paul's eyes dropped from her tits to her lower belly. He watched the gradual emergence of her little dark bush.
He made a kind of croaking nose, and his eyes got even bigger. He started breathing again, loudly and harshly. Sure enough, he was human. He did have an interest in girls. Now the question was, could Roni entice him into an evening of fun? She sure hoped so, because she was starting to feel very, very horny.
She turned around and popped the panties dawn over her cute little ass. She let him stare for a moment, then turned and faced him again. She let the panties slither down her nice long legs, and then she kicked them away. Standing there stark naked, she let the panting teenager ogle her body.
"Like what you see, Paul?" she purred.
He made that croaking noise again. Then he cleared his throat and said with as much dignity as he could muster, "This is very naughty of you, Roni. You'd better put your clothes back on, or I'm going to have to tell my parents about this."
The little prick, Roni thought. However, she went on smiling and said, "Aha, I was right. You really are scared of girls."
"I am not," Paul answered indignantly.
"Then prove it," she said. "Take off your clothes. I bet you're too chicken. I bet you're too scared of me to do it."
"Of course I'm not," he said loftily.
He closed his book, stood up, and started to undress. All the while his hands were shaking and he was blushing like crazy. Roni felt sorry for him. He had to prove he wasn't chicken, but he was dying of mortification as he stripped in front of a girl for the very first time.
He took off his thick glasses to get his T-shirt over his head, and she noticed that without them, he was nice-looking. His body was nice, too, tall and lean and hard. She watched eagerly as he peeled off his jeans, then his jockey shorts. Was his cock starting to stiffen? She couldn't be sure.
"There," he said defiantly.
"Nice," she said, ogling him. "Let's sit down."
Before he could answer, she grabbed his arm and pulled him down on the couch with her, cuddling up close. She put her hand on his leg and stroked it. She rubbed one hot satiny tit against his arm. Paul gawked at her. It was so obvious that he'd never even been near a girl before.
"Do you date much, Paul?" Roni purred.
"No," he said, blushing again, "I'm not interested in that kind of thing."
"What kind of thing?" she asked. "Sex? Making out?"
He blushed harder. "Right," he said. "I've got more important things to do."
"I bet you don't," she said. "I bet you just don't think you could ever score with a girl."
He hung his head and said sheepishly, "Yeah, that's true. I mean, what girl would wants go out with me?"
"Lots of girls might want to go out with you, Paul, if you just learned to turn them on," Roni said gently. "Want me to show you how?"
"Oh, wow, would you?" he cried. "Gosh, Roni, I'd love to know how to get girls excited."
"Well, you came to the right person," she said. "Let's get rid of these damned books."
She started to move the pile of books from the couch, but Paul just kicked them off onto the rug. Then Roni grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her and kissed him. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and ground her pussy against his cock. In about one second flat his prick became huge and hard as a rock.
Roni creamed furiously. Twenty-four hours had passed since her last fuck, and she was aching to feel a nice stiff cock in her pussy. She reached down and wrapped her fingers around his prick and started pumping. As they broke their kiss, he shivered at her touch, then sighed. "Small, isn't it?" he sighed.
"Are you kidding?" Roni asked, stroking his seven-incher. "It's big. It's nice. I'd really like you to fuck me, Paul."
"You're kidding," he groaned. "You're putting me on, Roni. You have to be."
"Oh, no, I'm not, honey," she said, "and I'm gonna prove it right now."
Her plan had been to teach him how to neck and do foreplay, but that could wait. She just had to take his stiff cock into her seething pussy hole. She plugged the fat head of his prick into the juicy opening, then let go. Paul was shaking with excitement as he realized that he was about to lose his cherry.
"Go ahead, honey, push," Roni moaned.
He pushed hard. She moaned in ecstasy as his steel-stiff prick crammed her and butted up against her womb. "Ohhhhh, shit, yessss," she wailed, creaming all over his deeply-buried boner. "Now fuck me, Paul, fuck me good and hard."
"I-I'm not sure how to fuck, Roni," he said.
"Just do what feels best, baby," she told him. "Move your cock the way you want to."
That was good advice. Paul just went with his natural horny instincts and started hammering his stiff prick into her good and hard. He fucked her fast, and each deep rough thrust gave her a hit of pleasure that made her squeal and cream. She clung to him and rubbed her clit against his sawing shaft.
"Ooooooo, yeah, unnnhhhhh," she moaned. "Is it okay, Roni?" he panted. "Am I fucking you all right?"
"Oh, yeah, honey, it's great," she gurgled, "just keep doing to me that way, make me come."
Paul swelled with pride. It was only his first fuck, and already he was driving this gorgeous "older woman" wild with the deep thrusts of his stiff cock. He was fulfilling his deepest and most secret fantasy of himself. Paul didn't really think of himself as a bookworm. He thought of himself as a stud.
"Awwwwww, shit yeah," he groaned.
As he hammered his iron-hard cock in the babysitter's steamy slick cunt, he knew he was where he really belonged. He belonged here, not in a library. He didn't care if he ever cracked another book. He wanted to die fucking. He wanted to take an advanced degree in sex. Nothing else in the world could be as great as this.
Roni would have agreed with that last thought. Eyes closed, all other sensations blotted out, and she concentrated on the sharp stabs of pleasure she was getting as Paul hammered his rigid teenage cock into her hot and hungry fuck hole. She was so horny, it was going to be a snap to come. But she wasn't in a hurry.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, fuck it to me, Paul, fuck my pussy good and hard," she wailed.
Paul didn't want to rush, either, but he was dangerously close to coming. "Ohhhhh, fuck, Roni, I'm gonna shoot my load," he warned.
"Try to hold off for a couple more seconds," she urged hoarsely. "I'll come with you."
"Right," he groaned.
He gritted his teeth and hammered his cock into her, out of control. Their bodies slapped loudly together, and his prick made an obscene sucking noise as it reamed the thick cream from her box. Roni arched her body up and rubbed her swollen joy button against his pistoning shaft. The red-hot friction brought her off in no time at all.
"Ohhhhhh, yeah, I'm coming, ohhhhhh!" she wailed.
"Awwwwww, fuck, shit, aaaggghhhh!" Paul howled.
Roni gurgled in ecstasy as he pistoned his boiling load into her cunt. Her delicious climax went on and on. Yet even as she began to come down from it, she knew that one orgasm wasn't going to be enough for her tonight, not nearly enough.
She seemed extra lusty fat some reason. She wanted to go on fucking all night.
Luckily she had a very horny teenage boy at her service. Now that he'd experienced fucking, Paul could hardly wait to try it again. He didn't roll off her when he finished shooting his load. He just stayed in the saddle and went on pumping his hips till his prick swelled into readiness again. It didn't take long.
"Can we do it again, please, Roni?" he panted.
"Mmmmmm, I'd love to, Paul," she cooed, "but let's do it a different way this time, okay?"
"Whatever you want," he said adoringly.
He would have done it upside down, in the front yard, or on the moon if she'd asked him to, just as long as he could fuck her again. Now he rolled off her, and she got up and stood by the arm of the couch. She leaned forward, braced her hands on the arm, and spread her legs, sticking her cute little ass out.
"Do it to me from behind, Paul," she invited huskily.
"Yeah, all right," he leered.
He hurried around behind her, his stiff cock wagging lewdly. Grasping her slim hips, he socked the fat purple head of his prick between the fur-fringed lips of her pussy slit and into the molten tunnel of her cunt. As his iron-hard cock dug deep, both horny kids groaned in ecstasy, and Roni creamed thickly all over Paul's prick. He shoved it into her till only his balls were showing.
"Ahhhhhh, yeah," he moaned, "it's so fuckin' hot and nice."
"Mmmmmm, I love the way your cock feels in me, Paul," she gurgled. "Fuck me good and hard now, honey. I love it that way."
"You got it," he said eagerly.
He started hammering it to her, fucking her hard and fast. He liked this position because he could watch his cock in action, pistoning in and out between her widely stretched cunt lips and forcing out her cream. That really made him feel like the stud of his fantasies. It also helped that Roni was squealing with delight as he fucked her.
"Ohhhhh, yeah, honey, give it to me hard," she cried, "fuck my brains out, Paul."
She was congratulating herself for going ahead with the evening as she'd planned it. Even when it looked like Paul was the last kid on earth she could have seduced, she'd given it a try. The results were well worth the effort. The kid could fuck as good as anybody. In fact by the end of the summer he'd be fantastic.
"Harder, baby, really give it to me," she moaned.
We responded instantly, fucking her so hard that she had to grip the couch arm tight to keep from being knocked over. But his roughness didn't bother her a bit. She craved it. She needed a long, hard fucking tonight. Somehow the more she fucked, the more she wanted and needed.
"Ohhhhh, honey, yessss," she moaned, "that's so fuckin' good, don't stop."
"I won't, Roni," he panted. "I'll fuck you as long as you want, anytime you want."
That was nice to know, and it was even nicer to realize that she could get the same service from Greg or Willie and maybe even from their dads. She definitely wasn't going to go horny this summer. In fact, she might have a problem juggling all her lovers, but it was the kind of problem she welcomed.
Paul was fucking her faster and faster, making her slim body shudder with the impact. She could have come at any second, but she greedily prolonged the pleasure and excitement, holding back on her climax. She had a feeling Paul was doing the same thing. The two lusty teens were threatening to fuck each other to death.
"Ooooooo, shit, don't ever stop," Roni sobbed, "fuck me forever, Paul, I love it."
Paul could hardly even talk by then, he was so excited and blissed-out. He'd never expected to lose his virginity as long as he lived, yet here he was not even out of high school and already fucking. He was fucking the sexy babysitter and making her howl and sob with pleasure. It sure beat reading a book.
"Just a little more, honey, I'm gonna come," Roni whimpered. "Give it to me as hard as you can, cream me."
Paul gave a lusty growl and went into high gear. Between his panting and groaning, and Roni's shrill cries of ecstasy, they didn't hear the car puffing into the driveway and someone entering the house. Roni and Paul weren't aware of anything at that moment but the ecstasy of coming.
"Unnnhhhh, Paul, you're doing it to me, I'm coming!" the babysitter wailed.
"Unnnhhh, stilt, take my load, unnggghhh!" Paul roared.
It was almost a minute before they opened their eyes again, a full minute before the delicious spasms stopped shaking their bodies. Then they looked up, blinked, and looked again. Paul's father, George Preston, was standing not five feet away, watching them.
"Dad," Paul squeaked, "what are you doing here?"
"I live here, son," George said dryly. "Do you suppose the three of us can talk?"