Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11
It was just past seven o’clock in the evening when Janie bounced up the front walk. She paused before the Burkes’ front door, pressing a finger to the doorbell.
An instant later, the door swung open and Al Burke stood there, a greeting smile on his face.
The smile froze when he saw it was Janie. “Hi, Mr. Burke. Need a babysitter tonight?”
“Jesus!” The word came out in a hiss, and he glanced quickly back into the house before meeting her gaze. “Janie, what the hell are you doing here? You know this isn’t the night you’re supposed to…”
“Al, is everything all right?”
Marsha Burke’s voice rose from the living room, and his face paled.
“Yeah, hon,” he called back hastily over his shoulder, in a slightly strangling tone. “It’s nothing, nothing at all. Just the babysitter. I, uh, I forgot to pay her the other night, that’s all. I’ll take care of it.”
With those hurried words he stepped outside, pulling the door firmly shut behind him. Then he fixed Janie with a guilty glare, not quite certain what she had in mind.
“Okay, what is this? You know this isn’t your regular babysitting night, so what’s up?”
“Well…” Janie hesitated, enjoying his discomfort. “I just thought you might need a babysitter, that’s all. You can never tell, can you?”
He relaxed a bit at those words, and his lips tugged into a grin. “Believe me, Janie, there’s nothing I’d like better. But, at the moment, it looks like Marsha’s settled in for the evening, so I’m afraid Tommy’s well taken care of. Sorry, hon. And that’s the truth. I’m sorry as hell!”
His grin widened, his gaze traveling lecherously up and down her tight jeans and straining tee shirt.
“Oh, that’s all right. Anyway, it wasn’t Tommy I wanted to baby-sit. This is the baby I meant.” Suddenly, her hand swooped out, scooping up the bulge of his crotch. Al’s eyes glazed, and she smiled. “And I’d sit on it for free, Mr. Burke. Any time at all. Like… how about right now?”
“Oh jeez,” he grunted in surprise, both at her enthusiastic suggestion and the eager hand that squeezed his crotch. His eyes flitted back toward the door as if afraid that it might swing open any second and Marsha would be standing there, gaping at the two of them.
“You crazy little bitch!” his voice came out in a gasp as he jerked reluctantly away from the teenager’s fondling fingers, his cock stiffening to a tented hardness in his pants. “You want to get my ass burned, standing right out here in the open with Marsha just a few feet away? If she saw that come on, I think we’d better go where at least we can talk without being overheard.”
Grabbing an unprotesting Janie by the arm, Al pulled her off the front porch. He quickly shove his way into the thick shrubbery that lined the house, pushing through the rich, high hedge until they reached a bare patch of ground that hid them from the view of the neighbors, and from Marsha’s gaze if she happened to peek out a window to see what her husband was up to.
Then he turned on the girl, more confident now that they were safe from prying eyes. “So you came back for another taste of cock, eh? Christ, you picked a hell of a time to get hungry for it again! If my wife wasn’t home, I’d give that sweet little cunt of yours something to gnaw on in two seconds flat! You cock-hungry little bitch.”
Grinning with lustful assurance, he grabbed Janie’s tits, determined to get at least that much pleasure out of an uncomfortable situation.
She hadn’t worn a bra, and her nipples popped erect under her light cotton shirt, poking between his massaging fingers for full attention.
His grin twisted into a pained grimace as his prick gave a pent-up jerk, and Janie smiled. “It’s too bad you can’t feed me your prick, Mr. Burke, because I sure could use a snack right now! And from the look on your face I’d say you might like a nibble, too. I wouldn’t mind that. In fact, I wouldn’t mind that at all.”
She acted instantly, before he could react. In one deft motion, she jerked the tee shirt up and off, then let it drop to the pound. Her tits swung pendulously free.
“Oh shit!” Al moaned.
He found himself staring at her lush, inviting tits, her large, round nipples swollen and distended into pink spikes of rubbery stiffness.
Al felt his prick lurch. He darted his eyes about fearfully. Though the shrubbery was thick, they were hardly safe from any prying neighbors who happened to be walking past. And if Marsha stepped onto the front porch to see where her vanishing husband had gone, she simply had to turn her head to see the teenager standing before him, proudly showing off her huge creamy tits to his gaze.
But despite all those dangers, he couldn’t resist. His hands automatically flew out once more, hefting both her over sized tits palming her tit mounds, bringing her inch-long nipples up for closer examination.
“You… you cock-teasing little cunt,” he murmured in a groan, squeezing her big tits with vicious little twists. “You’re really enjoying this, aren’t you, with my wife just inside the house and all the neighbors to see? If I had half a chance, I’d give that teasing cunt of yours a fucking it’d never forget! Damned little bitch!”
He clutched her tits tighter, and Janie gasped. Her smile grew all the wider, though. “So… ooooh… so who’s stopping you, Mr. Burke? That’s what I came for, anyway! Maybe… maybe another taste of my tits would help. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Suddenly, she grasped his curly hair, pulling him down.
A growling sound of mixed lust and fear rose from Al’s throat. He didn’t resist as a hard nipple soared toward his mouth. The temptation was just too great, and his lips slipped around her large, pink tit tip, then began to suck.
“Muhhm.”
“Ahhhh.”
Their groans joined in harmony as he slurped her plump nipple in, milking at it with fervent need.
Mashing her tit to his face, Janie instantly worked the top of her jeans until it snapped free. She’d been horny all day, just waiting for the chance to get Mr. Burke alone again. Determined now to get what she came for, she intended to soothe that horniness, no matter what. Even if it meant stripping stark naked right out in the open, in front of the whole world. Even if it meant getting caught by Mrs. Burke, and losing a steady customer. She was going to get laid, and nothing could stop her now!
Al felt the girl wiggle, heard the slither of her jeans as they dropped crisply to the ground. If anything, the danger of the situation turned him on even more. He clamped his mouth around her juicy nipple, sucking furiously as eager young fingers darted across the bulge of his trousers, unfastening and unzipping.
In the next moment, his cock thrashed upward in the air, veined, stiff and wagging urgently as his pants were pushed down. He kicked out of them, tearing at his shirt as well. Without missing a single slurp at her quivering, big nipple, he stripped down to nothing.
“Ohhh, Mr. Burke!” Squealing breathlessly, she grasped his throbbing prick in both hands, giving it a sharp, hungry squeeze, thrusting her blonde cunt forward to meet it.
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