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The Baby Sitter (3)The Baby-Sitter (3)by Anonymous Author (c) 1991** Scott Collins was your typical Spring Valley teenager. 5’9″ with short sandy brown hair, the 17 year old had graduated last month in the middle of his high school class. Co-captain of the swim team, his record had been enough to get him a partial scholarship to State in the fall. With only part of his education costs taken care of, a summer job was a must, just as it had been for the last three years. Scott was lucky enough to have had a steady summer job as a councilor at the local elementary school’s day camp. The only drawback was that whatever he earned at that job was quickly swallowed up by his college fund. Spending money for sports, dates and such had to be earned through odd jobs on weekends. These usually took the form of yard work, painting and minor house repairs, the same sort of work the young men of Spring Valley had done over the summer since their father’s days. Consequently, the competition for these jobs were fierce. As he neared the end of his senior year, Scott had racked his brain trying to come up with a want ad for the local bulletin boards that would make his services stand out more than everyone else’s. But try as he could, he couldn’t really come up with one. The honest truth was that there were a lot of guys better at that kind of work than he was. He was looking at a bleak summer. All that had changed last May when Scott stopped by to visit Susie Kellerman as she was baby-sitting one night. It occurred to him that she was making more than he ever did breaking his back and doing a lot less in return. In a way, she wasn’t doing anything that he didn’t do with his councilor’s job. If he could find a way to present it the right way, he could do the same thing. All he needed was to find the right niche. Then it came to him. Watching newborns and toddlers was out of the question. Even if he could convince parents that he could be trusted with their care, that wasn’t something he wanted to be responsible for. No, he would restrict his services to p*****n and teenage boys. It would be just like summer camp. In fact it would be even better since inevitably the k**s went to bed soon after he got there. All he really had to do was be there in case the house caught fire or anything like that. The idea took off like wildfire. What young boy wanted some sissy girl to watch him when they could have an older guy come over and hang out. It was like not having a baby-sitter at all. Six weeks after he posted the notice, Scott had done nine baby-sitting jobs. Tonight he was at the home of Dr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald. It was the third time he’d sat for them, they seemed to have a function to go to almost every Friday night. They were already his favorite customers. The reason the Fitzgeralds were his favorites were several. First of all, they paid real well. Even including a bonus, when like tonight, they would be out until after midnight. Secondly, their two sons were eight and ten, well behaved and went right to bed when told. Finally, they had cable television, a full refrigerator and let him have full access to both. Putting his cold can of coke down next to the bowl of popcorn, Scott played again with the television’s remote control. That was another reason he loved the Fitzgerald house. Not many people had a 60″ projection television – at least not in this town. “Damn, 77 channels and I can’t find anything interesting.” the young man said to himself as his clicked past channel after channel. Scott was about to resign himself to watching some old sitcom when he remembered that the Fitzgeralds also had a rather good video tape collection. He’d watched one on his first time here. Moving to the cabinet, he hoped they’d gotten something new. By the time he’d gone though the third draw, it was obvious they hadn’t. The fourth draw had a lock on it and had been locked the last time. This time to his delight it had been left open. “Jackpot!” Scott exclaimed as he opened the drawer. His eyes opened wide as he saw the draw was full of an assortment of adult movies. Quickly he ran his fingers across the titles. Taboo Sex, Asian Heat, Lesbian Lust, Anal Delight. It was a young man’s dream. Dared he watch one? Scott glanced up at the clock, it was quarter to twelve. The Fitzgeralds weren’t due back until at least twelve-thirty. He could at least watch a little of one. But which one? He ran his fingers across the boxes one more time until he came to an unmarked one in the back. Intrigued, he chose that one. The box was plain black without any label, the video inside was also umarked but it was all white instead of the normal black. “Hey, if it was locked up it must be good.” he thought to himself as he pushed it into the VCR and dropped back onto the couch. The giant television screen went black for a few moments, time Scott took to glance up at the stairway leading to the second floor. Billy and Mark had been sound asleep for hours and there was no reason to think they’d wake up now. Beside, you couldn’t see the screen from the stairs. If for some unknown reason they did get up, he could hit the remote before they came down the stairs. The dark screen suddenly came to life with a view of a nondescript bedroom. Scott’s first impression was that it was a hotel room and that the picture looked like it was originally filmed with an old movie camera and then transferred to video. It had the same quality as some of his parent’s home movies that had been copied like that. Suddenly a tall long haired brunette backed into the picture. Her back was to the camera and she was dressed in a pair of green panties and bra. The woman spread her legs and shook her backside at the unseen cameraman. Still hiding her face, she began to dance to some music that began to play. Scott didn’t recognize the tune but it sounded pretty old. “This is pretty lame.” Scott thought as he watched for a few minutes. He’s seen better stuff on HBO and considered getting another tape. Wondering at the same time why anyone would have bothered saving such a film. He was about to hit the rewind button on the remote when the brunette spun around and lifted her hands to her ample breasts and shook them as well. The cameraman then zoomed in for a tight shot of her bouncing boobs. “Well, enough of this.” Scott remarked as he placed his finger on the stop button. Suddenly the camera view moved up from the woman’s generous endowments and focused on her smiling face. The remote fell from Scott’s fingers as he stared in shock. “Holy shit!” he whispered. He couldn’t believe it, but the resemblance was unmistakable. She was a lot younger, thinner and the hair much longer, but the woman on the screen was Diane Fitzgerald. “Oh wow.” Scott said, his voice returning as the poor quality image held his total attention. The younger Diane began to bump and grind more and more to the soft music of the soundtrack, massaging her breasts as she moved. Then with a flourish, she removed the skimpy bra, exposing her nipples to the viewer. The camera moved in even closer as her fingers played with her nipples, causing them to grow stiff and hard. “This is great.” Scott thought as he rubbed his hand over the bulge in his pants, a bulge that grew even larger. Watching intently, Scott guessed that Mrs. Fitzgerald was in her early twenties in the film, which would make it about twelve years old. Soon the panties followed the bra, revealing a dark hairy pussy. The camera closed on it for a close-up and then pulled out to a wide view. Diane struck a pose which suggested she was delighted in posing nude for the camera. With a wide smile on her face, she reached down between her legs and parted her cunt lips – exposing a small but excited citoris. Agile fingers began to play with that as well. Not counting quick glimpses of his older sister when he’d walked in on her, this was only the third time he’d seen any woman he actually knew naked. The first of course had been Debbie Wilson, the girl he’d lost his virginity to on his 17th birthday. Loosing his cherry to Debbie had been no great accomplishment. The list of guys who’d enjoyed Debbie’s charms grew every weekend. The other had been his current girlfriend Susie Kellerman. So far, the most he’d gotten from her was a quick handjob in the front seat of his Dad’s car. He kept trying to talk her into a blowjob, but she kept insisting she wasn’t that kind of girl. The one great plus of their nine month old relationship was that Susie had a really great set of tits and she was more than willing to let him play with them.Onscreen, the little teleplay appeared to be drawing to a close. Diana was shaking her whole body in time to the music and the movements of her hand. A look of bliss covered her face and Scott quickly realized that she had masturbated herself into an orgasm. Removing her hand from the furry bush, she brought it up to her mouth and licked her fingers. In an exaggerated gesture, she used her hand to blow a kiss at the unseen cameraman. The image faded to black and Scott let out a loud sigh. That tape had been pretty good after all. What he didn’t realize was that the best was yet to come. After a few seconds, the screen came alive again. This time it was a sharp and clear video image. The naked woman in this new feature was much more easily identifiable as Diane Fitzgerald. Her hair was cut much shorter and styled similar to the way she now wore it. She was still a lot slimmer that the woman who’d spent so much time giving him emergency phone numbers a few short hours before. The small date and time in the television corner read 03/10/85. This time the camera appeared to be locked in a stationery position, a tight shot of Diane’s head and shoulders filling the oversized screen. Scott watched in fascination as her head bobbed up and down, riding on the long thick cock of an unidentified man. With considerable skill she let the saliva covered cock slip from her mouth and ran her tongue up an down it’s length. Then with a broad smile she engulfed it again. Scott couldn’t take it any longer, he reached down and undid the zipper of his jeans. He pulled down the elastic of his briefs and his now rock hard cock popped free. Never taking his eyes away from the tableau in front of him, he began to lightly stroke his cock. Each gentle touch send sparkling waves of delight up along it’s length and throughout the rest of his body. It took all of his willpower not to simply grab hold of his eager cock and pump it to orgasm. He knew if he did it would all be over in seconds. Onscreen, it was quickly obvious that the owner of that unidentified cock was about to release his load under the rapid ministrations of Diane’s talented mouth. He could hear the man’s low voice caught on the videotape. “I’m going to cum….” he called out. Diane’s response was to push her head all the way down and deep throat the pulsating cock. A much louder groan from the man told Scott that he had indeed climaxed. Even if it hadn’t it was only a few seconds later that Diana slid her head upward, her lips still tightly wrapped against his manhood. As she moved she released her grip slightly and a large stream of sticky while cum dripped down across her chin. Diane obvious relished the taste as she began to eagerly lick up every drop of the precious fluid. She rubbed her cheeks against the still hard cock, smearing them with the sticky residue. Then, smiling for the camera, she reached out with her tongue and licked her cheeks clean. What she couldn’t reach with her tongue she scooped up with her finger and like a c***d playing with a bowl of cake frosting, licked that clean as well. “Shit, this can’t get any better.” Scott thought as she finally gave in to temptation and closed his fingers around an aching cock. He had just begun to gently pump it when he found that once again he was wrong. The close up of Diane faded, this time to be replaced by a much wider shot of the young Mrs. Fitzgerald. She was now down on all fours still facing the camera lens. Standing behind her, his hands wrapped around her ass, was a tall dark haired man. From the way she kept swaying back and forth, a motion matched by the man, it quickly became obvious that she had his cock buried deep inside istanbul escort her. After a few moments, Scott finally shifted his gaze from the delightful sight of Diane’s large breasts bouncing in the air to the face of the man who was bringing such a look of pleasure to her smiling face. There was something about him but Scott just couldn’t place him. Remembering that the tape was over a decade old caused him to apply a little imagination and his features soon took on a different aspect. His hair was now a salt and pepper gray and he also wore a mustache and beard, but there was no mistaking those deep blue eyes. It was Dr. Samuel Fitzgerald. The realization caused him to feel a little stupid. Of course it was Dr. Fitzgerald. Did he think the doctor would keep a video of someone else fucking his wife. “Fuck me, oh baby fuck me!” Diane Fitzgerald called out as she slammed her body against her husband’s cock again and again. “Fuck me harder!” Scott was now jerking off frantically, imagining he was the one fucking Diane. It wouldn’t be long before he exploded. He was trying to time his climax to that of the couple on the giant TV. “Oh baby yes.” he murmured as he played with his cock. “Give me your hot pussy.” Scott and the Fitzgeralds were only seconds from climax when the sound of a car coming up the driveway filled the air. Swinging around to pull up to the front door, the powerful headlights momentarily illuminated the room. Panic stricken, Scott dropped his cock from his hand and quickly pulled up his shorts. Grabbing the remote control, he frantically hit the buttons until the forbidden image vanished from the large screen. Realizing there wasn’t time to rewind the tape, he hit eject and quickly grabbed it from the machine. The frightened teenager could hear voices at the front door as he pushed the normally locked draw of the video cabinet closed. Hopefully it would be a long time before they looked at the tape and when they saw that it wasn’t rewound they would never connect it with their baby-sitter. Scott had just landed on the couch as the front door swung open. He tried to still his racing heart and pretended to be absorbed by the movie on the television. Slowly he stood up and turned to face the new arrivals, then realized to his horror that despite his sudden fear, he still had half a hard on. Hopefully it would go unnoticed. “I’m sorry we’re so late.” Mrs. Fitzgerald said as she stepped out of the foyer. “We had some car trouble.” It was only then that Scott looked at the wall clock and saw that it was almost ten after one in the morning. He’s been watching that video for over an hour. “I hadn’t really noticed the time.” Scott said as Dr. Fitzgerald stepped in behind his wife. Scott couldn’t help but imagine what the 30 something woman in front of him looked like naked. How would her body compare with the younger version of herself that had just excited him so. He’d never really thought of women that age as sexually attractive, but now strangely found himself willing to trade a chance with Sally for one with Diane. “Were the boys good?” Diane Fitzgerald asked innocently, unmindful of the lust filled thoughts directed at her. “Oh they were great, as usual.” Scott replied. “They went right to bed at 09:30 and I haven’t heard a peep out of them since.” “I’ll just run up and check on them.” the Doctor interjected as he headed for the stairs. “Good idea.” Diane said as she stepped toward Scott. “Oh shit.” Scott thought, remembering his semi-erect cock. “Any closer and I’m going to get a boner again.” Just then, Diane’s attention was distracted by another woman’s voice from the foyer. She stopped in her step and turned her head in that direction. “Diane, honey, you forgot your compact in the car.” said the tall blonde woman who stepped into the room. “Thanks Christine.” Diane said as she reached out for the small plastic compact. Scott’s sudden new appreciation of older women suddenly went into overdrive as he looked at the new arrival. Christine looked to be about Diane’s age but had a body that could’ve matched that on the old video. In fact, wrapped in a tight cocktail dress that looked like it had been spray painted on, her breasts looked both larger and about to pop out at any moment. “Oh Scott, let me introduce my little sister.” Diane said. “She gave us a lift home from the club.” “Nice to meet you.” Christine said as she walked over and extended her hand. “And for the record, we’re only twenty minutes apart so you can forget that little sister stuff.” So enthralled had the teenager been by Christine’s prominent breasts, he’d totally missed the fact that aside from the different hair color the two woman had a family resemblance that was unmistakable. They been born identical twins but the years had made some changes in their appearence and Diana definitely now carried around a few more pounds than Christine. “The boys are fine, fast asleep.” Dr. Fitzgerald said as he came back down the stairs. “Just let me get the keys to the wagon and I’ll run you home, Scott.” “Are you sure that’s such a good idea, sweetheart?” Diane asked her husband. “You’ve had an awful lot to drink tonight.” “Nonsense, I’m fine.” came his response. “Samuel.” Diane said in a strong quiet tone that said volumes, coupled with a powerful stare. “Oh all right, I’ll call car service for him.” he replied. “I think that would be better.” Diane agreed. Scott just sort of stood there trying to be inconspicuous when in reality he was checking out the two sisters. Diane was wearing a blue party dress that accented breasts that Scott thought were even bigger than he’d seen in the video. He knew Diane belonged to the local health club but she never really got back the figure that she’d had before her pregnancies. Christine on the other hand had kept the same form she’d had since their high school days. Scott was again worrying about getting hard as he wondered what she would look like in a video like Diane’s. “They say it’ll be at least an hour before they can get a car over here.” Sam said as he put down the phone. “I guess that’s one of the drawbacks of living outside of town.” “Then tell them to forget it.” Christine offered. “I’ll drop Scott off on my way back home.” “Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much trouble, Sis.” Diane asked. “He lives on the far side of town, not really near your new house.” “Not at all. How long could it take at this time of night.” Christine countered with a smile. “It’s silly for him to sit around for another hour waiting for a ride.” “Fine, its settled then.” Sam Fitzgerald said as he reached into his jacket for his wallet so he could pay Scott. “Thanks, Mr. Fitzgerald.” Scott said as he took the money, even though he was more interested in watching the two sisters out of the corner of his eye. They were exchanging hugs and kisses and for a fleeting moment, Scott wondered if they ever did anything together. He had always heard stories about sisters and such but never actually knew anyone who knew it for a fact. The thought passed quickly as Christine gave Sam a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. Scott followed her out the door after saying goodnight to the Fitzgeralds once more. He couldn’t help noticing that Christine had a really tight ass as she walked in front of him. Stepping out into the clear warm night, Christine walked over to a baby blue Cadillac convertible parked in the circular driveway. The car had to be at least 40 years old and in mint condition. Scott respectfully stepped up to the highly polished fender and ran his hand across the metal. “This is one awesome car.” He said, now paying more attention to the machine than female anatomy. “My ex-husband’s pride and joy.” Christine said with a touch of triumph in her voice. “I sometimes think he cared more about this car than me. That’s one of the reasons I enjoyed taking it as part of the settlement so much.” Scott didn’t really hear what she said, he was too totally wrapped up in the engineering marvel next to him. This car had magic. If he could take Suzie out in a car like this instead of his father’s old Sentra, there’d be no problem getting her to put out. “I wish, just once, I could drive a car like this.” he mused outloud. “Sure, why not.” Christine said. “What?” Scott looked up. “I said, sure, why not.” Christine repeated. Scott was sure she was joking until she removed the keys from her small purse and tossed them to him. Even then, he couldn’t believe she was actually going to let him drive a car so valuable. “My husband kept this garaged for most of the year, taking it out only for special occasions.” she said as she walked around to the passenger side. “Me, I think a car is meant to be used. What use is a thing of beauty if no one ever gets to see it.” Scott quickly snapped out of his disbelief and sprinted to the passenger door and opened it for her. “Why thank you. It’s nice to see a young man with manners.” Christine remarked as she slid into the leather covered seat, giving Scott a good view of her long slender legs. Closing the door, he stood there for a second, admiring both her legs and breasts which he could now see from above. He wasn’t sure which was more impressive, the woman or the car. Her ex-husband must’ve been a real jerk to have lost both. “Well hop in and lets go.” Christine smiled. Scott literally ran to the other side of the car and jumped in behind the wheel. The eight cylinder engine roared to life and they sped down the driveway. On the way back to town, Scott learned a little about Christine Carey, or CC as she was know to her friends. She had grown up in Spring Valley but had moved away after college, which explained why Scott had never heard of Mrs. Fitzgerald having a sister, much less a twin. She’d married an older man, some sort of investment banker when she was 25. The marriage had gone sour and ended in a divorce a little over a year before. After traveling awhile, she’d decided to come back to her roots and moved back to town. In fact, she had just closed on the old Miller place the previous week. “The house needs some major work, but I think that’s the most interesting thing about it.” Christine was saying. “I’m looking forward to renovating it. And the best part is that old Mr. Moneybags, my ex, is paying for it.” “Wow, you must’ve had some lawyer.” Scott remarked. “No, not really.” Christine replied. “In fact he never even contested the settlement. he just signed it and that was that.” “I don’t understand.” Scott said. “Well I’m not really supposed to say anything, that was one of the points in the settlement. But what the hell, he’s four thousand miles from here and who are you going to tell.” she laughed. Christine had his full attention, this was interesting. “It seems that in addition to his interests in money and old cars, my husband also had an somewhat keen interest in young men. Not a bad interest I’ll grant you, but one which his fellow business associates really wouldn’t understand. So rather than go through a lengthy and somewhat public divorce proceedings, I asked and he gave. It was as simple as that.” Scott had to surpress a shudder. What kind of man would prefer a guy to the hot woman sitting beside him. “Is that the road out towards the reservoir?” Christine asked as she pointed to a turnoff and changed the subject. “Yes it is.” “Would you mind taking the long way around, I used to love going out there when I was younger. That is if your not in a hurry to get home?” The fact that is was already one thirty in the morning never entered Scott’s mind. He immediately said OK. A bright full moon reflected in the still waters of the reservoir as they turned onto the road that ran around it. Going this way was going to add at least a half hour to the trip home but Scott couldn’t care less. The longer he spent with Christine the better. He found her directness fascinating. Cruising along at a slow speed, they soon passed two cars parked by the water’s edge. They were apart a thousand feet apart and the occupants of neither gave notice of the Caddie passing by. “Is this still the major make-out point that I remember it to be?” Christine abruptly turned and asked as the two cars faded in the distance. “Er…yes.” avcılar escort Scott answered, taken of guard by the question. If they’d been passing by twenty-four hours from now, those two cars would be multiplied a dozen fold. “It’s nice to see that some things don’t change.” Christine mused. “There’s something to be said for tradition after all.” Scott just agreed with a noncommittal response.”Have you ever brought a date out here?” Christine asked. Taken aback, Scott turned and looked at the older woman. He was unquestionably not used to someone of her age talking to him like that. “Yeh, a few times.” he quietly answered. In truth, it was here that he’d gone with Debbie Wilson on his birthday and would be back here tomorrow night with Susie. “I thought as much.” Christine smiled. “I think that at some time or another, every guy and girl from Spring Valley comes up here. They used to call this place the cherry grove because more k**s lost their virginity up here than any place in the county.” Scott turned and looked at her again. he just couldn’t believe the things she was saying. If she noticed the look on his face, she had no reaction. “Make a right turn over there.” the blonde woman said as she pointed to a small path next to a maintenance shed. “I want to show you something.” Following her instruction, Scott turned onto the path and drove into a heavily wooded area. They went a few hundred feet and she told him to slow down and watch for a opening in the trees. Then to make another right turn into it. The turn came up suddenly and he had to make a hard right to make it. As the wheels sk**ded in the dirt he was afraid she was going to complain about what she might be doing with the car. Instead she stared right ahead, seemingly lost in thought. About twenty-five feet ahead they emerged into a small opening right at the edge of the water line. The clearing was barely large enough for the car, having been partially reclaimed by nature since the last time Christine had been here. Still it was a spectacular view. From right to left you could see the entire reservoir as well as the brightly lit moon above. You could even see the stars forming a frame for the white globe. Best of all, it was far away from the heavily lit area where everyone usually parked. “It’s beautiful.” Scott said as he took it all in. “I wasn’t sure it would still be here.” Christine said, her face still basking in long ago memories. “This was one of the best kept secrets back when I was in high school. It used to be large enough to fit three cars and still offer a little privacy.” “Thanks for showing it to me.” Scott said in appreciation. “I bet you can’t wait to bring your girlfriend up here now.” she laughed. Scott turned a bright red. That was exactly what he was thinking. “That’s OK, there’s nothing wrong with that.” Christine quipped, a little amused that she had hit it right on the money. “After all, I wouldn’t have showed it to you if I thought otherwise.” Scott’s color quickly faded to normal. He couldn’t help thinking this was one strange woman. Interesting, but strange. “I couldn’t tell you how many times I came up here with a guy. In fact it was on this very spot that Jerry Friedman and I did it for the first time when I was 16.” Scott definitely didn’t have a response to her statement of how she lost her viginity. “Diane use to come up here too.” she laughed. “She wasn’t always the proper doctor’s wife and PTA president that she is nowadays.” Scott just smiled a knowing smile. Yesterday he would’ve found that statement hard to believe, but not after seeing that video. Just then, the radio station they’d been quietly playing on their drive started playing an old song. Christine instantly reacted to the song and turned up the volume. “I can’t believe it, that was our song. Jerry and I would listen to it for hours.” Scott watched as Christine closed her eyes and leaned back in the plush seat. The bright light of the moonbeams splashed across her breasts, illuminating the exposed white skin. A broad grin appeared on her face and whatever memories she was enjoying were her own. The song ended and she returned to reality. Scott almost felt like an intruder during such a private moment. And as before, he knew he was staring at her body. Quickly he shifted his gaze back to the lake. “I don’t mind you know.” Christine said. “Excuse me.” came Scott’s reply. “I said I don’t mind.” she repeated. “Your looking at my breasts.” “I wasn’t…I mean..I” Scott answered automatically. “It’s OK, really.” the older woman said as she shifted position, actually giving the teenager an ever better look down her dress. “When a woman puts on a outfit like this, she expects men to look at them. After all, what’s the point of putting them on display if you didn’t want them appreciated.” Scott ran his hand through his sandy hair, not sure what to make of her comments. But if she wanted him to look, he was more than willing to oblige. “I always found it silly when I saw women put on revealing outfits and then get offended or cover up if they noticed a man looking at them.” she continued. “I work hard on keeping my body attractive. I expect it to get noticed.” It was an awkward moment as Christine moved even closer to him. The scent of her sweet perfume was strong in his nostrils and as every bit as overpowering as the nearness of her soft and very exposed flesh. His worry of earlier this evening returned as all of this frank talk and stimulation combined to produced a first class erection. “I guess we’d better get going.” Scott said as he reached up and began to turn the ignition key. Before he could turn it, he felt her soft fingers close around his. “Scott, there’s no easy way to say this.” Christine said as she edged ever closer. “And I’ve never been very good at being coy. I want you to know I really didn’t plan this when I offered you a ride home. I guess what I’m trying to say is that if you want, you can do more than look at my body.” “Oh shit!” Scott though, “This can’t really be happening. This is like a dream.” Christine released her hand from atop Scott’s and transferred it to his lap, right on top of his now fully hard cock. “If you don’t want to, I’ll understand.” she whispered. “But either way, what ever happened here between these trees stays here, no one is ever going to know.” She took a long breath and pressed her breasts up against his chest, brushing her lips against his. Feeling no resistance, she kissed him. It was a soft kiss at first, as her fingers rubbed up and down his cock. Then the kiss became harder as her fingers closed around his aroused organ. It didn’t take long for Scott to respond to Christine’s kiss. Whatever little hesitation he might’ve felt was caused by his inexperience with an aggressive woman. With all the girls he’d dated, even those he’d had sexual experiences with, there was always a certain “giving in” aspect. A small wall for them to hide behind from which they could say that it really wasn’t their idea. Christine had no need for any such wall. With a force he wasn’t used to, he could feel her tongue sliding into his mouth as the pressure against his lips increased. Her full weight was now on him as she brought both hands up to the side of his face. Cradling his head between her red tipped hands, Christine covered his face with kisses. Then she returned to his eager mouth and again began trading deep soul kisses. All this time she’d moved into his lap and was pressing her now very damp crotch against the bulge in his jeans. “Roomy as this car is,” she panted between kisses. “Maybe we’d be better in the back seats.” Scott had no sooner agreed when she pulled off him and motioned for him to go first. It was a little disorientating for him to be taking the secondary role, but at the same time it was exciting as well. The tall young man stretched out on the length of the broad back seat. Christine practically jumped over the front seats to land on his legs. Sitting upright, she reached behind her dress and undid the small clasps there. Like a rubber band, the sudden release caused the red dress to sag a little, no longer held tight against her skin. She reached up and cupped the loose material against her breasts before pulling it down and letting them fall free. The twin globes of delight didn’t fall far as long hours in the gym had helped them keep much of the resiliency of her youth. After pulling the dress down around her waist, her fingers returned to her breasts and began to play with the small stubby nipples which crowned dark pink circles. She laughed softly as she extended her middle finger and caressed each to hardness. Then she took each in turn and lifted them as high as she could, reaching out with her tongue to stimulate them with that as well. Scott was content for the moment to just lay back and enjoy the view. It was the first time he’d ever seen a woman play with herself. Even Debbie Wilson had balked when he’d placed her hand on her own breast, quickly pulling it away. As he watched, Scott slid one hand down to his crotch and began to rub against his cock. He had just reached the zipper and was going to pull it down when Christine abruptly let go of her breasts and playfully slapped his hand. “You just leave that alone.” she said in mock seriousness. “I’ll take care of it soon enough.” Admonished, Scott removed his hand. Christine leaned forward and brought her now hanging breasts to within his reach. “If you need to play with something, try these.” the older woman grinned. Closing his hands around the offered mounds, Scott noted that they weren’t as firm as Suzie’s. “n the other hand, he couldn’t imagine her offering them to him in this way. The other comparison he couldn’t help making was against those of her sister’s. In that instance there was no contest. An image on the television could never compete against the solid reality in his hands. After a few minutes, Christine shifted her position and lifted her breasts so they were level with his face. Scott lifted himself into a sitting position and wrapped his arms around the half naked woman. He reached down and took the closest nipple into his mouth. The fragrance of her perfume was even stronger from the valley between her mounds. Something he had never encountered on a girl before. Scott rolled his tongue round and round the dark rings, alternately taking the hard nibs into his mouth. By the time he’d shifted to the other side, Christine had decided that the young man had a distinct talent. She again took hold of the side of his face and pulled it hard between her breasts. Taking hold of each bouncing mound, she pressed them against his cheeks. She rubbed them back and forth, allowing him to savor the mix of sweat, sex and perfume that was forming there. “My turn.” she giggled as she broke their embrace and slid her fingers under the edge of his bright yellow T-shirt. Her fingers slid up against his soft young flesh, taking the shirt with them. “nly a soft film of light brown hair covered his chest, barely visible against the light skin. Lifting the material above his own small nipples, she traced her long slender fingers against them. The effect on Scott was instantaneous, it felt good. He’d never really considered his own breasts as an erotic area, it was a pleasant surprise. The graceful tune played on his body by Christine’s talented fingers was nothing compared to the virtual symphony that erupted when they were replaced by her even more skillful tongue and mouth. “If this is how it feels when a girl has her tits sucked, it’s no wonder Susie loves it so much.” Scott thought, even as he admitted he’d never ask a girl to do this for him. Christine continued to kiss and lick her way down his chest, along his midsection and then finally to the top of his pants. Nimble fingers deftly undid first his belt and then slowly pulled down the well oiled zipper. Then with a tug against his Levi’s, she pulled them down as well. The last remnants of her bright red lipstick formed the outline of soft lips as she kissed his young manhood right through the white cotton of his fruit of the looms. The blonde grabbed the elastic waistband of his briefs with her teeth and pulled away the last şirinevler escort barrier. Scott’s hard cock sprang upward to it’s full 7″ height, oozing a small drop of whiteness from it’s tip. Christine reached across it with her tongue and swept it clean. The sudden wet touch caused Scott to jump, a brief taste of the feast to follow. Seconds later the young man felt his entire cock engulfed in that same wetness as it quickly disappeared deep into the recesses of Christine’s mouth. Her tongue played a lively melody as it worked it’s way up and down it’s length. Scott could only lay back and sigh in response. It wasn’t the young man’s first experience with oral sex, but he quickly decided it was the best. Not even the hooker who’d gone down on him at his older brother’s bachelor party had been this good. Hesitantly, he reached down and took hold of the back of her short blonde locks and held her head in place. Christine was now sucking him with a renewed vitality, sending sensations through his body that he could feel in his fingertips. It wouldn’t take much to cause Scott to explode. Every lick of her tongue, every brush of her lips, pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Cupping his balls in her tender hand, Christine squeezed them softly. The she clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, preventing him from ejaculating. This of course had the reaction of making Scott want to come even more. Still it was an incredible sensation. Finally, Christine released her hold on his ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt from them – a second before it began to shoot into her mouth and throat. She deep throated his cock, catching every spurt of salty cum. After what seemed like an endless supply of manjuice, his cock began to soften and Christine let it slip from her mouth. She wiped her lips with her tongue, catching the few drops with had escaped her. “I take it you enjoyed that?” she smirked. Scott simple grinned in return. He was still too lost in the euphoric release he’d just had to even form words. “Now it’s your turn.” Christine beamed as she leaned back against the other end of the back seat and spread her legs. Thinking that she wanted him to fuck her, Scott looked down at his semi-flaccid cock. Even as young and vital as he was, it was going to be a little while before he could perform that action. “No, not with that.” she smiled as she looked down at the last shiny resides that still clung to his manhood. “At least not yet.” she added with the promise of what would come later. It didn’t take a lot for Scott to realize that his new found lover wanted him to service her orally just as she had done him. The only problem was that he’d never even tried that before. In fact, as far as he knew, none of his friends had ever done it. They all regularly compared notes as to what girl did what. “ne thing that they all agree on was that the idea of going down on a girl was totally gross. Well it was time to put up or shut up. Slightly hesitant, Scott leaned forward and lifted her legs further apart. Lifting the hem of Christine’s dress, he was greeted with three surprises. First was that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Second, instead of the large shaggy bush he’d come to expect there was only a tiny fuzz around a bright pink opening. Finally, what little hair there was there was a dark brown, proving that she wasn’t a natural blonde after all. Scott stared for a few seconds at the smooth pussy barely two inches beneath him. It was his first real look at a woman’s sex. In the past he’d only been concerned with making sure his cock found the hole. “Well?” Christine asked, snapping Scott’s mind back from it’s wandering. Since Scott’s hands were still holding her legs apart, Christine reached down with one hand and parted her cunt lips. Lifting his head as far as he could, Scott began to lick away as fast as he could. Christine could tell it was his first experience licking a woman. His tongue was all over the place, but occasionally he would hit the right spot. She gently took hold of his head and began to guide him to her most receptive spots. “Easy…” She whispered as she lifted herself so that her open cunt now rested against his eager mouth. “Just take it nice and slow, let your tongue glide in and out.” Finally Scott began to follow her instructions and began to be rewarded with his first tastes of a woman. The taste was sweet, something that would’ve surprised his friends. Scott quickly decided that delicious would be a much better description. He wondered if Suzie would taste so good, that is he had the nerve to suggest to her that they try this. “That’s better…” Christine said as she arched back and enjoyed the feel of his tongue inside her. “Nice and steady.” Rubbing her now well lubricated cunt back and forth over Scott’s face, Christine soon covered his lips with a thin layer of girljuice. As she lifted him off her, she couldn’t resist kissing him and licking it off. “Mmmm” She purred as her tongue brushed against his and she could taste her own sex in his mouth. She reached down and closed her fingers around his cock. To her delight, it was again rock solid. She gave it a playful tug and still holding it, lifted him off of her. “Sit up.” Christine said in a voice that said it was more a command than a request. Easing Scott against the firm back of the seat, Christine straddled him. Still keeping a firm grip on his cock, she guided him into her. The soft wet pressure against his cock felt great to Scott as her pussy swallowed his full length effortlessly. She was so lubricated there was absolutely no resistance, a new concept to his somewhat limited experience. Taking a firm grip on each of his shoulders, Christine began to gently rise and fall on his cock. Her breasts began to sway in the night air as she began to pace herself to the beat of a unseen drummer. Her hips began to gyrate with each added thrust, sending additional waves of pleasure through Scott’s captive cock and from there across his body. “Oh God!” Scott gasped as the woman above him began to move faster and faster. “ne thought managed to find it’s way through the misty haze of joy that was erupting from his every nerve. She was fucking him, not the other way around. It was obvious that she was totally in control. Later, much later, it would give him a lot to think about. Looking in her deep blue eyes, Scott saw a raging lust that was almost scary. Words couldn’t describe the sensations he was feeling, or the way they grew in intensity. Each sudden thrust of her body created a suction that drew the very life out of his young manhood. Try as he could, Scott couldn’t keep up with the possessed woman. In the end, he simply decided to sit there and enjoy it. As far as she was concerned, only the cock inside of her existed. The rest of simply an attachment. Christina knew that Scott couldn’t last much longer, and this time there would be no tricks to delay his eruption. She could feel the tenseness of his body and knew from experience that he was about to let loose. Lifting herself higher so that his cock nearly fell out of her, she drove herself down on it with a fury. Up again she raised and then down with the same abandon. Twice more was all it took as she felt the first hot burst erupt inside her. Slamming her body down upon him, Christine grabbed his arms and pulled him to her. Her mouth sought out his and she kissed him passionately while his seed spread within her. Holding him pressed tightly against her, she continued to pump his still firm cock until his balls had been squeezed of every last drop of that beautiful white cream. Finally it was done and her hot, sweat covered body collapsed upon his. Too exhausted to even lift herself, she just laid there, his cock still within her. Eventually it began to shrink to its pre-aroused state and slipped from within her. So drained were they both, that after closing their eyes for a moment, they both drifted off to sleep. Sunlight replaced moonlight by the time Scott again opened his eyes. Christine was still laying half-naked on top of him. Gently he nudged her awake. “Good morning.” She said as she lifted herself off of him and pulled up the top of her dress. “It looked like it going to be a beautiful day.” Scott was perplexed by her casual attitude at waking up in the middle of nowhere. It was like it was something she did all the time. At least she didn’t have to explain to her parents where she was all night. “It’s only 5:30,” Scott said as he looked at his watch. “If we hurry, I can get home before my family gets up.” “Then we’d better get it in gear.” Christine said with enthusiasm. Jumping into the front seat, Christine keyed the ignition and pressed down on the gas pedal. The engine roared to life and she had the car in reverse before Scott had even settled into the passenger seat. “Better buckle up,” she warned as they sped out of the clearing. “This may be a quick, bumpy ride.” That proved to be an understatement as they roared down the country road at a speed that Scott found unnerving. Through it all, Christine handled the powerful machine like an expert. Twenty five minutes later, they were pulling up in front of Scott’s house. To his relief, Scott saw that the morning paper was on the porch. A good sign that his parents were still in bed. He had made it. Turning to Christine, he suddenly realized that he had absolutely no idea what to say. His mouth opened but no words came out. “It’s OK.” she said as she placed a raised finger against his lips. “You don’t have to say anything.” Taking her finger way, she leaned over and gave him a quick light kiss on the lips. “I meant what I said last night.” she began. “What happened between us stays between those trees.” the older woman added with a beaming smile. Those words were reassuring to the young man as the reality of just what he had actually done began to actually sink in. “If however you care to take it any further, at least until you go away to school in the fall, well we can see what we can do.” the blonde continued. “I may not have any need for a baby-sitter, but I’m sure that old house I bought could do with some yard work and such.” Scott didn’t know what to answer, too much was happening at once. Christine seemed to sense this and said. “You don’t have to answer now, just think about it. Now get going before everyone wakes up.” Scott was had already opened the car door and was about to step out when a thought popped into his head. He paused and asked Christine a question. “Are you going back to your sister’s house anytime soon?” he asked. “Actually, I’m going to have dinner there tomorrow….that is tonight.” she replied. “Can you do me a favor?” “Of course, sweetheart.” came a quick reply. “I was watching a video last night when you all came home.” he said. “I…er…didn’t get a chance to rewind it and I was wondering if you could.” “No big deal.” Christine said. “But why all this fuss about some movie. Do Diane and Sam deduct a rewind fee from your salary?” she laughed. “Well it wasn’t a video I was supposed to be watching. It was in the adult draw.” he confessed. “No problem, love.” Christine smiled. “I’ll take care of it.” “It’s all the way in the back of the draw, it doesn’t have a label, but it’s a white tape, all the rest are black.” “A white tape?” she repeated. “Yeh, all the way in the back.” he also repeated. Christine seemed lost in thought for a few seconds then asked her young lover. “Scott, this wouldn’t have been a sort of amatuer adult tape would it?” “You’ve seen it?” Scott asked, drawing the obvious conclusion. “I can’t believe Sam still has that tape.” she said to herself, almost forgetting that Scott was there. “And he has the balls to keep it in the house.” Now it was Scott’s turn to be a little confused. What was wrong with a couple having a tape of themselves. After all, they normally kept it locked up. “Seen it?” Christine said, finally reacting to Scott’s question. “Honey, you didn’t for a minute think that was Diane in that video, did you?” “Oh shit!” Scott said under his breath as he made the connection. Without another word, Scott was out of the car and on the way up the walk. He was halfway there when Christine called out to him. “And Scott, my friends call me CC” she called out with the brightest smile of the morning. As the door closed behind him and Scott knew he was safe, he finally had a chance to think. He glanced out the window just in time to see the blue convertible pulling away. “CC, huh.” he said to himself. “Maybe yard work wouldn’t be so bad after all.”

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