sister, Amy, and my best friend, Jenny, back home. Then I curled up with a book on my bed and fell asleep and didn’t wake up until someone came in downstairs.
It was Doc. He called up to see if anyone was home, but I was still half-asleep and I didn’t answer. Really, it was just that I was still too flushed and embarrassed to reply. I’d been dreaming about Mrs. B lying on a towel on the beach. I was straddling her waist and pouring oil onto her breasts and rubbing it in. She was moaning and saying, “More on the nipples, Veronica. In circles.”
I almost fell back asleep, still imagining what it would feel like to run my slick hands over Mrs. B’s heavy breasts, when I heard moaning from downstairs. For a moment, I was caught in that liminal space between sleep and consciousness and thought it must be my dream.
Then I heard it again, a woman moaning, saying, “Fuck me! Harder! That’s it!”
I sat up in bed, tilting my head and listening. Was Mrs. B home? Where were the kids? Remembering the other night, when I stood outside of the Baumgartners’ room and watched Doc and Mrs. B together, I crept quietly down the hallway. The moaning was louder, now, and I could also hear music.
Then Doc’s voice, “Oooo yeah, baby.”
I sat on the first step, my breath held, trying to puzzle out what I was hearing. I slid quietly down a step, and then one more, looking through the banister. From my vantage point, I saw the television, a huge widescreen, flat- panel that made the already formidable Shrek seem a life-size ten feet tall. Shrek wasn’t on it, though-rather, a dark-haired girl in pigtails bent over the arm of a big, comfy chair, was being fucked from behind by an older man with an enormous cock.
And I had thought Doc’s was big…
I made an immediate direct comparison, because Doc leaned back on the sofa, his jeans pushed down his hips. His cock was hard, and he gripped and pumped it while he watched what was happening on the screen.
I stared, unable to look away as the girl put her leg up over the chair, giving the camera a better view. My exposure to porn had pretty much been limited to a few Internet pop-ups, so this was all new to me. I looked at the girl’s face-she looked young, probably my age, and she had a red lollipop she was sucking and licking on.
Her pussy was shaved completely, I noticed, and it glistened as his cock slammed into her. I felt the throb of my own shaved pussy when I squeezed my legs together. Doc pumped a little faster now, his other hand reaching down and cupping his balls. I bit my lip, seeing his eyes half-closed, the look of pleasure on his face.
My breath came faster as I unbuttoned my cut-offs, sliding the zipper down the teeth a notch at a time, afraid he might hear, even over the moaning and grunting on the television. As I watched, the cock which had been plunging into her slid out, pulsing and thick with her wetness. It was bigger than Doc’s but it reminded me of him, and my eyes flicked to his hand shuttling up and down the length.
“Put that big dick in my little pussy, Mr. Smith!” The girls voice was high and breathy. She reached back and spread herself open, the lollipop still in her hand.
“Yeahhhhhh!” The guy on the screen groaned as he shoved his cock back inside of her. “God, you’ve got such a tight little hole, baby girl.”
From the sofa, Doc groaned, too, his hand slowing on his cock, squeezing the tip hard. The girl’s pigtails bounced with every thrust, and she moaned and rocked. She reached her lollipop between her legs and the camera zoomed in on her bare slit as she rubbed it over and over her clit. I stared, feeling the pulse of my own clit.
I wedged my hand down into my cutoffs, fingers probing the moist heat of my pussy, so sensitive now that it was bald and exposed. Doc pumped his cock again, his hand gripping the top, moving the loose skin over the head. I saw the tip of it was a little wet and wondered what it tasted like.
Rubbing my clit was difficult like this because the seam of my cutoffs rode against my hand when I moved. I shifted, frustrated, as I watched Doc’s hand slip up under his shirt. He tweaked his nipple, groaning and thrusting upward.
The girl sucked her lollipop again, arching her back and looking over her shoulder at the older man fucking her. She made a little pout with her lips and asked in that same breathy, high voice, “Do you like fucking the babysitter, Mr. Smith?”
Doc groaned out loud, and I saw him squeeze the tip of his cock again until it turned bright red. His hips moved, his head back and his eyes closed. “He loves fucking the babysitter, sweetheart!” I heard Doc murmur, opening his eyes again halfway.
He used his palm to rub the wet head of his cock. I flushed, wondering if he was thinking about me. The girl on the screen looked a little like me-the dark hair and eyes, the slender body and small breasts. The thought made me desperate to touch myself. I tried rubbing the seam of my jeans over my clit, but it was just a tease. I needed more stimulation. I stood on the step, balancing as I slid my cutoffs and panties off.
My fingers slid through the slippery, wet folds of flesh of my pussy, so soft and smooth. I could open my legs now, and I did, shifting to lean back against the wall at a better angle to see both Doc and the screen. I spread and pulled on my lips as I watched the babysitter who looked a little like me get fucked by that great big cock.
The girl was on top of him now, a jerky transition as she sat on his cock, facing the camera, her movements uncoordinated and unsure. He grabbed her hips, putting her legs up, and gripped her ass, fucking her from underneath. His motion was fluid, fast and hard, making her moan, her tiny breasts bouncing up and down.
“Yeah!” Doc moaned at the television, his hand speeding up. “Fuck her good.”
I slipped my fingers inside of my pussy, staring at Doc’s stiff cock. It was swollen and red, and although it paled in comparison to the enormous thing on the screen, it was real flesh, engorged with blood, being pumped just ten feet from me. I could hear the sound of it, the slap and shuffle of his hand from base to tip.
I teased my clit with my fingers, rubbing it in circles. I was already so wet I could feel my juices slipping down the crack of my ass. That was one thing about being shaved-there was nothing there to impede the flow. My panties were wet all the time now.
“Mr. Smith, what are you doing!” the pigtailed girl gasped. I watched as he turned her over, his wet fingers probing her asshole. I stared, stunned, open mouthed.
“Yeahhhh,” Doc moaned, moving his hips lower on the sofa. “Fuck that tight little asshole.” Shocked, I stared at the screen where that enormous cock was easing into a place it never should have even thought about going.
Horrified, I didn’t think, I just reacted-I gasped out loud.
Doc turned his head toward the stairs, and I knew he could see me through the banister, my shorts off, my legs spread. I sat for a moment, paralyzed, and so did he, our eyes locking.
Then, I grabbed my cutoffs and ran upstairs to my room. I heard him following me and I slammed my door, mortified, burying my face in my pillow.
“Ronnie?” He opened my door without knocking. “I didn’t know you were here.”
“Go away!” I moaned into my pillow. I hadn’t even had time to put my shorts back on.
“It’s okay,” he said, his voice reassuring. “You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
“Go away,” I moaned again, shaking my head.
“You’re beautiful, Ronnie.” I turned my face a little, listening. “Did it feel good?” he asked after a moment. “Touching yourself like that?”
My pussy was still wet and aching to be touched. “Yes,” I admitted.
“It feels good when I do it, too,” he said. “It’s normal, you know. Totally natural.”
I nodded, hugging my pillow. “I know.”
He didn’t say anything for a moment, but I heard a sound that had become familiar to me-his hand slipping up and down the length of his cock.
I rolled over, and sure enough, he was standing there in my doorway, his jeans down over his hips, stiff cock in his hand.
“Doc…” I lifted my eyes to his. If I’d thought he was looking at me with lust the other day on the beach… suffice it to say that now I knew what real lust looked like. His eyes darkened with it as they moved over my body, focusing between my legs.
“It feels good,” he murmured, and I shifted my gaze back down to his hand as it moved faster. “Don’t you want to keep touching yourself?”
I made a noise, half moan, half whimper, nodding.
“Spread your legs for me, Ronnie.” He squeezed the head again. “Please?”
I hesitated, seeing his eyes focused between my thighs, the look in them making me feel faint. He looked like
