John Robbins was dark and muscular, and the youngest of all the husbands Lisa came in contact with when she was babysitting. He was also very quiet, as if he always had something on his mind. Lisa assumed it was his marriage. She figured he and his wife weren't getting along too well after their two years together. She was secretly pleased about this, if it were true. She had a crush on handsome Mr. Robbins.
Lisa had often caught him staring at her, while waiting for his wife to get ready for their evening out. He always looked away quickly, as if he felt guilty about eyeing another woman. But she knew she was having an effect on him. He never spoke to her much, but she knew he was interested in her.
Two nights after her date with Doug, Mr. Robbins called to ask Lisa to babysit. It was on short notice, but she didn't have anything better to do. And it would be another chance to show herself off for him. She wore a bright yellow top that clung to her so tightly her tits and nipples were as visible as if she'd been topless. She could always keep her coat on if Mrs. Robbins was around, she figured.
But Mrs. Robbins was nowhere to be seen. Nor was little Jason, the baby. Mr. Robbins was all alone when Lisa arrived, and he appeared to have been drinking for some time. He waved her into the living room with his highball glass, swayed a little unsteadily on his heels. He spoke to her very clearly though, with sort of a grim determination.
"Jackie's left me," he announced, almost before Lisa could sit down. He addressed her as if she were a relative or a dear old friend, she noticed. What business was this of hers?
"I'm sorry," she answered, not knowing what else to say. "She'll probably be back soon."
"No. No she won't. Took the kid and everything. She's serious."
Lisa thought for a moment. If there was no kid around, why had he called her over to babysit? Just what was it he wanted of her? Did he want her to listen while he jabbered on about how his wife didn't understand him and all that? Or was it something else? From the look in his eye, it appeared to her to be something… like fucking.
He had the same look that Mr. Henderson had had the other night. Exactly the same. What was it about all these married men? They all seemed so unhappy with their wives. None of them seemed to be getting what they wanted out of marriage. Or was it just that they couldn't resist sexy little teenagers like her? She blushed as she realized again just how attractive she must be to these men.
She opened her mouth, about to ask him point-blank why he'd asked her over. But then there didn't seem to be any point. She had a pretty fair idea. The only question was how soon he'd get around to it, what exactly he had in mind. She sat back and watched him, her heart beating steadily.
"The real problem in our marriage was sex," he said, right on schedule. "Jackie had such old-fashioned ideas about it, you know?"
Lisa smiled softly and said nothing. She leaned back on the couch and her big tits lolled a little to the side inside her tight yellow top. His eyes kept flicking to her nipples, she noticed. The horny stubs stuck up into the fabric like bullets. She was glad she'd worn bright red lipstick and dark-blue eye shadow. It made her feel so much older.
"It was always straight fucking with her, or nothing," he went on, gulping from his glass. "You know all the time we were married she never sucked me off? What do you think of that? No cock-sucking in all that time."
"Mmmmmm," Lisa murmured, pursing her lips. He was sitting on the coffee table, directly in front of her. He watched her carefully the whole time.
"I guess you wonder why I asked you over here tonight," he said. "I suppose you're asking yourself that."
"You want me to suck you off?" she asked, her voice perfectly level. "You want me to take your cock in my mouth and suck it till you shoot. Isn't that it?"
Mr. Robbins choked a little on his drink. "Well… I'm not sure I'd put it like that…"
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not insulted or anything. I'd love to suck you off. But maybe you've had a bit too much to drink already…"
He seemed insulted, and immediately put his glass down on the coffee table beside him. "I'm not the least bit drunk. And if anything, I can get it up better when I've had a few. Why don't I prove it to you?"
Lisa was prepared to set to work right there. She would have leaned over, unzipped him, stuffed his cock in her mouth on the spot. She still hadn't had any real practice, but Robbins didn't seem in any condition to be such of a judge. Besides, he hadn't been sucked off in so long he would probably be satisfied with anything.
He insisted that they retire to the bedroom. Lisa imagined he wanted that so as to insult his wife in some way, and she felt a little uncomfortable at first. But she soon quit worrying. It would be her first sex experience in a proper bed. And for the first time, she would be able to stretch out and enjoy herself. She was determined to use the occasion to learn all she could about cock-sucking.
He stumbled down the hall in front of her, stripping as he went. By the time he flopped on his back on the big double bed he was completely naked, and his big soft cock rolled back against his belly lazily. He propped himself up on pillows and spread his legs, waiting for her. He was tanned and muscular, she was pleased to see.
"You want me to undress too, I suppose?" she smiled, kicking off her shoes.
"Of course, you silly girl. You think I'd pass up a chance to see those big beautiful tits of yours?"
Lisa unzipped her jeans and forced them down her slender brown legs. Her pretty blue panties stretched in a tiny triangle across her crotch. For a few seconds she paused and let him stare at her just like that, in her panties and T-shirt. Then she crossed her arms, hauled the T-shirt off over her head, let her big tits bounce free on her chest.
She heard his intake of breath, and after she'd tossed her shirt to one side she hefted her tits in her palms for him, lifted them, flicked the stiff brown nipples with her thumbs. Then she bent over and let her tits dangle free while she peeled off her pretty panties. Her tits hung down like heavy ripe fruit and swung gently from side to side.
"Jesus Christ," he murmured from the bed. His eyes moved from her swaying tits to the beautiful triangle of blonde pussy hair at her crotch. He began breathing heavily.
Lisa clambered onto the bed, giggling, and John made a space for her between his legs. She scooted down, till her face was inches from his limp prick. She stared at his balls and at the long soft cock angling off across his lower belly. She planted her hands on the insides of his thighs and spread them farther apart.
"Lick my balls. Use your mouth on them," he murmured. He glared at her painted young face surrounded by the ringlets of fluffy blonde hair.
She smiled at him, leaned down, and touched one of his hairy balls with the tip of her tongue. His ball shifted slightly in its crepe pouch, rolled softly against its partner. And she followed it, forcing the ball gently this way and that with her tongue, playing with it. After a few seconds she began playing with the other bloated ball.
"That's nice. Oh yes," he muttered, watching her. "Use your tongue on my balls like that. Lick them."
With long slow sweeps of her tongue, Lisa did as she was told, scraping his balls this way and that. Then she opened her mouth wider, planted her red lips against one ball in a soft wet kiss. When she drew back, a red circle of lipstick gleamed on his ball sac. She glanced up at him and smiled, her eyes teasing.
"You like licking my balls?" he asked.
But she didn't answer. Her mouth had fallen over his other ball and taken it completely inside.
She was sucking his ball, rolling it back and forth on her tongue and bathing it in the warm juices of her mouth. The skin of his ball sac stretched taut as she tugged gently with her lips. Her tongue curled every which way on his balls, circling it, teasing it, hefting it. Her big blue eyes stared up over his limp cock into his face, judging his reaction.
Suddenly his prick gave a mighty roll and ended up on the other side of his belly, angled up an inch into the air. She spat out his ball and smiled, her eyes full of fun. Then she sank her mouth down again and slipped the other ball between her glossy red lips. Together they watched his cock inch its way up into the air in a series of quick twitches.
"Jesus, girl, you really know how to use that mouth, you know? I've never had my balls sucked like this before."
Lisa felt her heart swell with pride. She had no real experience with this sort of thing, yet she was doing so well. She was pleasing him! She was giving him something that his wife, a much older woman, didn't give him. And she was doing it in the family bedroom. She began to feel quite adult and mature.
Whatever she was doing was obviously having its effect. A big ugly blue vein in the side of his cock was throbbing, and steadily his prick was lifting itself into the air, angling up and up as if it were attached to wires. The cock was thickening, growing longer, shifting back so that it pointed up over his navel. And all without her touching, his cock! She had done all this with her mouth on his balls.
"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he croaked, still watching her tensely. "You're going to have quite a bit of cock to handle."
This was true, Lisa realized, and she decided she'd better get started before his prick was too huge. His hard-on already seemed to stretch for more than eight inches over the hairy plain of his belly. Folds of skin had peeled off his purple cockhead and left it shining like a wet mushroom.
She spit out his steaming ball and began working up from the base of his prick, scraping her tongue over the thick root of his cock and licking from side to side. She didn't use her hands on him, just her mouth and tongue, and his cock tilted this way and that as she nudged it. The whole time she kept her eyes locked on his face.
"Oh girlie, oh girlie," he moaned. He had propped himself up on his elbows and was glaring at her wildly.
Lisa dipped her head from side to side and wrapped her lips over the trunk of his cock. Greasy red lipstick smudged off onto the cockshaft. Her tongue flicked all over his cock, tickling and teasing. And his prick continued to grow, stiffening into a steel bar that threw a shadow across his belly. She could feel every vein and ridge in the cock's surface with her tongue.
"Nnnnnnn," he groaned softly. He closed his eyes from time to time now, as if he couldn't bear the sight of her pretty young face slobbering over his cock.
"Does it feel nice? Does my mouth feel nice on your cock?" she asked. She was almost at the top of the cock now, her lips kissing him just below the flange of the cockhead. His prick was huge and blocked off most of her view.
"Nnnnnnn," was all he could say. Her lips, her tongue, were driving him crazy. And she hadn't even begun sucking his cock yet.
She had reached his cockhead at last, and she stared at him over his prick for a moment, her eyelids droopy with lust. Her lips were pursed against the underside of the prickhead and her tongue tapped against it steadily. One hand had come up to circle the base of the cock and her fingers now held it upright in front of her. The monster cock throbbed and looked very red and angry.
"You want me to suck it? You want me to suck your cock?" she teased, talking near the head of his cock as if it were a microphone. Her tongue prodded the cock solidly.
"Nnnnnnn," he whimpered. His balls were sizzling.
Her lips folded quickly over the swollen red cockhead, and she was sucking the way she'd sucked on his balls, using her tongue to tickle and tease his prick. He watched her red lips move this way and that over the purple cockhead and he groaned deeply. The warm wet in of her mouth was driving him mad. She was squeezing his cockhead with her mouth, bathing his prick in warm spit.
Then she was dropping lower, forcing her lips down and down over the shaft of the cock, inch after inch. He watched her lips crawling down, saw two, three, four inches of thick cock meat slide into her face. Then more cock. Five, six, seven inches. She angled her head and let his cockhead fuck into the depths of her throat.
"Nnnnnnn," he croaked. He grabbed a handful of bedsheet and tangled it in his fist.
With two-thirds of his cock stuffed in her face, Lisa paused. She backed up, rising on his prick till only the fat cockhead was still inside. Then she lunged down again, taking his cock in to the balls. Her pretty turned-up nose was stuffed into the thick curls of his crotch hair.
She began plunging up and down on his prick, raising up on his cock then stuffing every last inch of it in her face on the downstroke. The thumb and forefinger of each hand were arranged around the cock base in a diamond shape, propping it up. The cock hardened to the texture of granite in her sucking mouth. It shone weirdly each time she lifted up off the cockshaft.
"What a cock-sucker! What a hot little cock-sucker," he wheezed. And again her heart swelled with pride. She was gaining confidence every minute. She was really enjoying herself.
Up and down she sucked on his rock-hard dick, her lips sealed tight around it and her tongue moving up the length of the cockshaft like a velvet pad. Her nostrils flared wide as she snorted air, and she made loud sucking noises with her mouth. Her pretty blonde hair bobbed up and down as she moved. A film of sweat formed on her forehead.
She sucked his cock this way till she sensed he was reaching a point of no return. Then, quickly, before he could protest, she lifted her mouth up off his prick completely and held his wet cock in front of her. She glanced into his face, expecting some complaint, but he was quite silent. He seemed passive and helpless, completely in her hands.
"Just a rest. Just a pause to cool off," she assured him. And she clambered up onto her knees between his legs, bent down low so that her big tits swung in close to his cock.
Her hand rose up the shaft of his prick and tugged it toward her. She prodded one stiff nipple with his cockhead, then the other. She circled his cock around, smearing off his precum juice onto her lovely swollen tits. She bent her nipples this way and that with the head of his cock, pressed her nipples in on themselves like elevator buttons.
He was watching her with glazed eyes. Why he hadn't shot his cum-load before now he had no idea.
"It feels nice to rub your cock into my tits," she teased. "It makes my nipples so hot and hard."
John didn't doubt it for a minute, but he couldn't say anything. He simply glared at her as she smeared his cock juice all over her gorgeous dangling tits, decorating them with clear slime trails. He'd never felt this aroused in his entire life. He could feel his balls sizzling in the crook of his thighs.
"You like it too, don't you? I can tell," she muttered. And suddenly she let go of his cock altogether, let it bump heavily back against his hairy belly.
Lisa drew herself up, then leaned low over him, letting her big tits dangle below her like ripe fruit. Slowly, with easy, gently motions, she began to rub her tits all aver his cock and all over his balls. The hard nipples, nearly an inch long, scraped against his cockshaft and dented his ball sac. His cock bumped this way and that, rolled up the sides of her tits, slotted into her cleavage. A heavy pearl of pre-cum juice hung from the cocktip.
"Honey… you're gonna get… sprayed!" he grunted, warning her. There were tremors in the base of his hot cock. Her nippies were hard and scratchy against his balls.
"Are you going to come, you naughty man?" she teased. "You gonna spray your naughty white juice all over me?"
He whimpered helplessly and watched as she flopped her lovely tits onto his cock, pressed it down onto his belly. But then she raised up, circled his cock with her fingers, lowered her mouth onto the throbbing cock. She closed her lips around his bloated cockhead and drew several inches of prickshaft into her mouth. She sucked hungrily, pumping the base of his cock in her hands.
It was just in time. There was a strange quivering in his balls, and the huge cock seemed to flex in her hand. Then, with great heaving ripples, his prick began to spurt thick knots of spunk into her mouth and throat. Her mouth filled up in an instant and she was swallowing greedily, sucking hot wads of cum to her belly.
He whimpered and groaned on the bed, stretched out helplessly while his cock emptied cum into her mouth. He clutched at the sheet and stared at her, amazed at how cool and in control she was. The top third of his cock was locked solidly between her lips. With her fist she pumped up and down, milking up the heavy globs of spunk into her mouth.
She swallowed steadily, but thick knots of silver jizz slipped from her mouth and poured down the shaft of his prick. Three heavy trails of white cum drooled down his cock and into his crotch hair. Cum slithered over her pumping fingers and webbed them together. The cum hung off his cock like wax.
Lisa began to gag, then to cough. His cock just wouldn't stop spurting cum. Again and again his prick recoiled in her mouth, twitched, then spat out a glob of spunk so huge her mouth was refilled in a flash. The jism backed up from her throat, swirled around in her mouth, then was sucked up into her nose. She began to snort cock snot from her nostrils.
He groaned, fascinated at what was happening. He hadn't come so powerfully in all his life. He'd never shot off so much cum.
The milky bubbles snapped and popped from Lisa's nose, and the great heavy blobs of cum slithered from her mouth. She swallowed desperately, her neck bobbing. Her fist never stopped pumping. And finally, at long last, his cockhead twitched for the last time. One final jet of cock cream spat free. She let the cum drool from her lips and slither down his prickshaft.
"Nnnnnnn!" he moaned, half out of his mind.
Her head began to bob slowly up and down on his cummy prick while her tongue swirled this way and that, circling the cockhead, cleaning it of all cum. And finally she let the cock slip from her mouth altogether. She clutched his slimy prick in her fingers and let the spunk drool down into his crotch hair. His cock was draped with strings of cum.
"You like that? Was I good?" she murmured.
And as she spoke heavy ropes of jizz slid from her lips and drooled down her chin. Cum hung from her face in white strands.