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The Bust

By: BJ_HoneyCut



I work the beaches in Orange County. That's my territory, and very rich territory it is, too. Los Angeles, just a few miles to the north, is often lucrative as well, but risky, and too crowded for my taste. The takings are easier and more consistent on the beaches from Newport to Seal Beach in OC, so that's where I have set up shop, so to speak. 

So what's my business? Well it's simple. I suck dick. And I'm damned good at it, if I do say so myself. My regulars call me Magic Mouth, and it's true, too. I look like a surfer, with my long blonde hair worn in dreadlocks, my blue eyes and my slim waist. Just between you and me, though, it's all an act. I'm actually from the west side of Chicago, and just moved here a little over a year ago. I've found that if you act stoned and throw in enough "dudes" and "gnarlys," nobody will know you're not a real wave rider.

I spotted him from about 50 yards away. He was a middle aged white guy with gold, wire-frame glasses, wearing a ridiculous Hawaiian shirt. I mean, come on, if you wanted to visit Hawaii you should have just done it. Don't come here and prance around on a beach in Southern California in a loud blue shirt that shouts "tourist." I figured this loser was good for a quick forty and I was soon to be proved right.

As I made my approach, I tried to figure out which of my bait lines would work best on him. Ran out of gas? Pregnant girlfriend? Dead grandmother? In the end, I said the hell with it and just went with the direct approach. As I got near him, I reached out and rubbed the crotch of his Bermuda shorts and said simply, "suck your dick?" As it happens, he was ripe, and we were soon on the way to the men's room to do the deed.

The guy, although married, had apparently not had a blowjob in a while. I sat on the john and had him stand in front of me with his pants pulled down around his ankles. I put his skinny white dick in my mouth and it wasn't two minutes before he was shooting his load. Easiest forty I had all day.

I had him leave first, you know, so it wouldn't look so suspicious, and then I left a few minutes later. I was looking around for my next mark when I felt a strong hand on my shoulder. "That's enough for today, son." I turned around to find a cop standing there and knew immediately that I was busted. He was about 6'2", and had every bit the real surfer body that I had a fake one. Short fair hair in a crew cut, green eyes, and so ripped his muscles were popping out of his blue uniform shirt. I couldn't help but feel jealous of his natural tan, which looked so much nicer than the sorry looking thing I had gotten from lying in a tanning booth in the spring.

"Let's you and me take a trip downtown."

"What's the problem, officer? I was just taking a leak."

"Yeah sure you were," he said. "I was in the next stall while you were sucking his dick. I'm bringing you in on a soliciting charge."

I didn't know what to say after that, and discretion being the better part of valor, I decided to say nothing. He turned me around and told me to put my hands behind my back, while he slapped the cuffs on me. The walk to the cop car was long and depressing, and I started to have second thoughts about coming out here to sunny Southern California to make my fortune. He opened the rear door and put his hand on top of my head so that I wouldn't bang it against the roof of the car while I was getting in. Like that was going to happen. I'm only about 5'7", and never came close to hitting the doorframe as I got into the back seat of my black and white chariot.

While we were driving, the sun was just going down, and it was starting to get cold. As I didn't have a shirt on, I was wondering how I was going to make it through a night in one of those awful holding cells, which are notoriously freezing.

"What's your name?" the cop asked me. I told him my name was Sammy.

"Where are you from?" I told him I was from Laguna Beach, which is sort of true. I crash there sometimes. 

"Bullshit. You're not from around here. Chicago, right?"

I felt like an asshole as I told him that he was right, and I told him where I was from in Chicago. I was starting to get worried about this whole thing, as it was now getting dark, and we didn't appear to be heading downtown. I asked him where we were going, and he told me that he wasn't going to waste his overtime busting a fag like me, but did not elaborate. After a while we grew silent, and as we cruised through the cities in Orange County and up into the hills, I kept my mouth shut and enjoyed the ride, at least as much as was humanly possible with my hands cuffed behind my back and sitting in the back of a cop car.

When we came to the top of a hill, the car slowed. I looked out the window to my left and I could see the ocean stretched out for miles, with the last glow of the sun peeking up over the horizon. I had to admit, it was a beautiful scene. The car came to a stop, and then the officer backed in behind a billboard sign, out of sight from the main road.

"I come here sometimes," he said, "to watch the sunset. You like sunsets?"

I didn't know what to say, but at least I wasn't in jail yet, so I told him yeah, sure. Who doesn't like sunsets. He got out of the car and came around to the back door. He took hold of my arm just below the shoulder and yanked me out of the car. "Turn around," he said. When I was facing the car, he took out a key and undid the handcuffs. "If I let you go, you're not going to do anything stupid, right?"

I promised I wouldn't, and he undid the handcuffs and opened the front door. "Get in," he said. I climbed into the front seat, and I noticed he didn't bother pushing the top of my head as I got in. He walked around and got in on the driver's side and explained that he had to spend a certain number of hours of every patrol trying to catch speeders up here in the hills. He said it was his favorite part of a tour. The officer never told me his name, and I didn't ask, but I noticed that the badge on his chest said 'Walker.'

For a while we just sat there and watched the sunset. Not many people know it, but some of the best colors of a sunset come just after the sun dips below the horizon, and as I sat there with this cop in his patrol car, we were treated to a scene of reds, yellows, golds, and just a hint of green, as the sky gradually faded to black. When it was completely dark, he looked at me and said "Job has its perks," to which I heartily agreed.

Only a few cars went by while we sat, and none of them, apparently, were moving at a sufficient speed to catch the officer's interest, when finally he turns to me and tells me that he's thinking about letting me go. "What the hell, it's only a blowjob, right? Not worth the paperwork." I immediately agreed with him and let him know he was doing the right thing.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he said. "You can either do something for me, or I can put you in a cell downtown. It's up to you." So, now we come to the meat of the matter, so to speak. I didn't say anything, but instead reached my hand over and started massaging his crotch. He smiled and said, "Yeah, that feels so good," and I continued to rub away at his joint until I felt it growing larger.

After a minute, he loosened his belt and pushed his crisp uniform pants down below his knees. I looked down and let out a gasp. His cock was incredible! It was at least ten inches long and at least an inch thick. I had been sucking cocks for a long time, but I had never seen anything like this. The guy had a telephone pole between his legs! I expressed my amazement and told him with a cock like that he should be doing pornos. He said he had been there, done that. Then he said that he was from Chicago as well, not far from where I was from, and had come out to LA to become a movie star. When his acting career had fizzled, he had become a cop instead.

I stroked his cock as he told me his story and before it ended I was treated to the sight of a truly incredible penis, standing tall and proud. One for the history books. Then he said "You're Magic Mouth, aren't you?" I had to admit that some people called me that, and then he told me that he had been looking for me for a while. I didn't need any further encouragement, and I bent down and licked a drop of pre-cum off the huge mushroom shaped head of his dick, and began running my tongue around the tip of the biggest cock I had ever seen.

I like to start with tongue action, and I lubed him up with my tongue from the base of his cock, near his balls, all the way to the tip. Every so often, I would put the head in my mouth for a second, before going back to licking his shaft again. He was slowly starting to moan, and I could tell he was getting into it. 

That's when I went for his monstrous balls. Taking first one, then the other into my mouth, I sucked on his balls hard, and then went back to licking up and down on his shaft. The preliminaries over with, it was time to get down to some hard sucking, and I grabbed hold of his shaft with my fist and squeezed, while I shoved as much of his cock down my throat as I could get.

At first it wasn't much. He was so thick; his cock took up my whole throat. But I am not one to give up easily, and with each thrust I took him just a little deeper, until after a few minutes, I was taking Mr. Huge Cock almost all the way down my throat. His moans grew louder and louder until he was practically shouting in the cramped confines of the cop car. It was a turn-on for me to hear a guy getting off this hard from my mouth, so I increased the suction until I was blowing him hard enough to rip the skin off his dick. He loved every minute of it, and he literally started screaming with pleasure.

It was then that I felt my mouth fill with his salty cream. I swallowed what I could, but a dick as huge as his puts out a lot of cum, and I am embarrassed to say that some of his load dribbled down my chin and onto his cock and balls. He was nonplussed about this, and reached under the seat for a towel, which I used to wipe off my mouth and his balls. He told me he kept it there for the vomit that inevitably wound up in his back seat on a normal patrol.

So in the end, it worked out okay. He didn't bust me; he busted a nut in my mouth instead. As he drove me back down to the beach, we didn't speak, but the feeling that something extraordinary had just happened hung in the air. When he let me out near the restroom where he had found me, I asked him when he would be around again. He said he didn't work again until Friday. I told him if he was interested, I would be around at the same place at 8 pm on Friday. 

After that first meeting, we met once or twice a week for the next six months. I found out that his name was Richard Walker, but he went by Rick. To this day, he had the nicest cock I've ever seen. During our time together, he expressed an interest in what I do, and I gradually taught him how to suck cock to the point that he eventually became nearly as good as I am. After a while I heard that he had quit the police force and become quite successful playing the lead role in some big money bisexual porn movies. I am not surprised. Officer Walker had one hell of a body, and one hell of a cock. He can bust it in my mouth any time. 

The 'Bust-A-Nut' Business Trip



I didn't even want to go, but to make things worse I ended up sharing my hotel room with a superior. It was only supposed to be a team of 2 to do the installation, but instead it ended up being 3 of us, and the 3rd one was "Rebecca." When we arrived at the hotel in London they informed us they did not have any additional rooms, so the new girl ended up getting her own room... mine! and I ended up sharing a king size bed with my boss... talk about NO privacy!

Rebecca is our new head of Sales and Marketing, she has her MBA, which she tells anyone who will listen at least once a day - that and a nice rack gives her the delusion that she can boss everyone around, and that everyone is inferior to her. She hasn't even been with the company for 2 months, and she's already the most hated person there. She talks down to people, interrupts you in meetings, and demands that you help her with her "crisis-of-the-day" no matter what else you are doing. That doesn't go over well with me.

When I heard she was coming on the trip I argued with the big boss, but was shot down. He agreed with her reasoning that she needed to understand the product better, and what better way then to assist in a large installation and training at a customer's site.

As you can tell I really didn't like this chic, and I could go on and on why, but basically she rubbed me the wrong way on too many occasions... instead I'll skip ahead a few hundred pages...

When we are out of town on an installation, especially out of the country, I like to have some "fun." I like to sample the local cuisine, see the sites, and well, I usually come back to my room with a girl or two (depending on whether I had to pay or not.) Yes I'm married. No my wife doesn't know. But one thing you have to understand, I am a true sex addict. I must get my rocks off at least once a day... by getting a blow job, hand job, fucking, even masturbation - what ever works! Well now I'm in a bit of a quandary. I am sharing a room with a straight-laced superior, so it is going to be nearly impossible to have any "quality" free time. Sure I can jack-off in the shower - but where's the fun in that?

Well by the fourth day, I was crawling up the walls! I hadn't let loose in 3 days! My balls felt like they were twice there normal size and they were sensitive to everything! We met downstairs for breakfast at the hotel restaurant like every morning. Half way through my meal I realized that I was more then partially erect... shit!

We were waiting out front for the car to come and take us to the customer's site. I noticed Rebecca had a big grin on her face. I wondered, a bit embarrassingly, if my "situation" was that noticeable. The car arrives, we get in and proceed to the customer's site.

This day is going to be a short one for me, I should be done by 2 p.m., and be able to break away from my two cohorts and see what type of entertainment I can find for a few hours. Around 1:30 p.m. my boss informs me that Rebecca wants to go site seeing, and since neither of us will be needed for the rest of the day, and I know my way around, I am to take her site seeing! Noooooooooooo! I almost bust a nut right then and there!

We get in the car, and she immediately tells the driver to take us to the hotel. I look at her with a confused look on my face, when she puts her hand on my thigh and says "I think we both neeeed to freshen up a bit before we go site seeing." She squeezes my thigh, and sha-bam! My cock is rock hard and dripping pre-cum. She then removes her hand, and doesn't say another word the rest of the 20 minute drive back to the hotel. I'm stunned. My "mortal" enemy has just propositioned me, and given me wood to boot!

When we get out of the elevator on our floor she takes my hand and leads me straight to her room. We get to the door and she says "How's that saying go... 'What happens on the road, stays on the road...' Agreed?" I look at her still stunned, then say "agreed."

In her hotel room she leads me to the bed. She gets on her knees. unzips my pants. they drop to the floor. she pulls down my underwear. grabs my cock and starts sucking like mad.

"Oh God... I'm going to blow right away," I say.

She looks up at me as she noisily sucks my cock. Her right hand wrapped around the shaft moving in sync with her suctioning lips. The other caressing my nut-sack. One of my pubes gets caught on the rock of a wedding ring she is toting - ouch!

She speeds up her motions and increases the suction on my dick.

"I mean it... ohhhh... shiiiiitt... Here it [grunt] coommess!" I announce in a strained voice.

My legs tighten. my balls twitch. Blood surges into my cock - more then seems possible, and I start pumping cum into her mouth. She stops moving, but increases her suction.

"Oh my fucking God! Suck It!" I yell as more cum moves from my nuts to her throat in lightning speed.

She gags a bit, but doesn't stop the suction. She's strokes her hand up and down my shaft with a strong grip... she squeezes my nut sack the way you would a cow's teat. Milking me.

I look down, and my cum is actually dripping down and off of her chin. My knees weaken, I fall to a sitting position on the bed. With that motion, my cock falls out of her mouth. I shoot another (smaller) load, and it lands on her cheek. My orgasm begins to subside.

Before I can even think about what just happened, she is standing up unzipping her skirt. it drops to the floor... she's wearing no panties, and she obviously enjoys a smooth slit as much as I do... not a single pube on her mound. And it is a beautiful mound! There is only one thing I enjoy more then getting my rocks off, and that is eating pussy. I TRULY love it!

She climbs onto me in a flash, pushing me into a horizontal position as she goes. Straddling my face. She says "Eat it!" in a very authoritative voice. Before the "it" even reaches my muffled ears, I have begun to suck on her cunt.

The taste, the aroma, the texture... I can't describe in words how good her cunt tasted! I worked my tongue from anus to clitoris... circled the clit with my tongue, giving it a hard "push" with my tongue before traveling back down, stopping at her cunt hole. I insert my tongue and begin to tongue-fuck her hole, all the while rubbing my nose back and forth across her swollen clitty.

She starts to buck uncontrollably, grunting in a low, but loud voice, "Ohhhh... Yesss...put...it...in...Ohhh GOD! YESSS! tongue.... my... grrhhhh... YES!... Ohhhhh YESSSS! pussy!..." And as she finished saying 'pussy' I felt her cunt clasp around my tongue which was deep inside her mound. She went stiff as a board, all of her muscles contracting as the orgasm washed over her.

After several seconds she released my face from the vice grip of her thighs. By now I'm on my way back to a full erection. She slides down me, right onto my cock! A professional dancer couldn't have choreographed a better move! We both moan as my cock penetrates her very wet, very hot, very tight cunt.... I must have died and gone to heaven!

Our mouths find each other, tongues intertwine. The taste of each other's sex exchanged. Our breathing quickens. Hips begin to thrust into each other. My cock hardens completely. She grunts. again, louder this time. She breaks off the kiss. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut. Breathing heavy. I grab her waist and begin to thrust. harder. longer. deeper thrusts. Her cunt tightens. then releases. tightens again. over and over. Her mouth is open. She is panting. Sweat covers us both. Strands of her hair all over her face - in her mouth.

Thrusting faster. my hands gripping her just above her ass cheeks. I am thrusting into her, at the same time pulling her into me. I wouldn't doubt if her ass is bruised when I am done.

She begins to wail. low at first. building in pitch and intensity. My balls ache. begging for a break. My cock won't give it to them. thrusting. I can feel wetness running down my balls. hot liquid. In between breathes she says "soo good.... [long grunt] another... [grunt] don't stop..."

My balls twitch, there'd pulled up toward my body. I explode. "God yes." I say with teeth gritted. She opens her eyes... desperation - worried that I will stop. She begins to thrust in earnest. My erection lasts. I stare into her eyes and say "Cum now!" She does.

The End?



The Busty Babysitter



Sethp 2011 all rights reserved.

(I'd like to extend a special thanks to Pennlady, for her amazing help with editing. All mistakes in the story are mine and mine alone. There's only so much someone can do when trying to help a dumbass like me! Also, thanks to all of those busty eighteen year old babysitters out there! The rest of you, please enjoy!) 

*

Rachel was just pulling her coat on when John came down the stairs. He handed Rachel her payment in cash.

"Thank you, Mr. Greene." Rachel smiled in gratitude.

"You're welcome," he replied. "You deserve every penny. Kathy and I are very happy with you. There is no one that we trust the kids with more than you."

"Thank you, that means a lot. I love them like they're my own. I would do anything for you guys." 

Rachel was starting to blush and was having a hard time meeting John's gaze. For his part, John was having a hard time keeping his eyes away from Rachel's exposed cleavage. Did she realize what she was doing? It was bad enough that her breasts were over-large on her small frame, jutting out from her chest like a pair of ripe melons. Why did she have to wear such revealing clothing? John was glad that she wasn't meeting his gaze. He was embarrassed at his lack of self-control.

"Okay...I guess we'll see you on Saturday then." He cleared his throat and broke the awkward silence. How long had he been standing there trying not to look at her chest and not saying anything?

"Yes. I'll be here at six p.m," She managed to meet his eyes. "Bye, Mr. Greene." She grabbed her purse and hurried out the door. 

Do all high school seniors dress that way? He wondered. He had to remind himself that she was eighteen and could dress any damn way she chose. She was an adult now, although just barely. John stood there for a long time staring at the closed door, until his wife called to him from upstairs.

"Coming, honey," he said. "Just turning out the lights and locking up down here."

John dreamed of the busty little babysitter all night long and awoke with one of the hardest, most painful erections of his life. His wife had already left for work and he resigned himself to a cold shower. Not that she would have done anything, John thought. He was running late himself and barely made it to work on time. It was a long day and it took John most of it to clear his head. 

The week progressed at a snail's pace, but Saturday arrived at last. John's wife had tickets to the opera and although John couldn't think of anything he hated more, he resigned himself to his fate. It was bad enough that she always seemed to have a headache when there was a concert that John wanted to go to, but she expected him to attend all of her highbrow events.

The doorbell rang and John ran down the steps to open it. It was Rachel, and she couldn't have worn a tighter shirt if she tried. It clung to her chest like a second skin. Her giant, gravity-defying tits were straining to burst right through it. 

"H...uh..." John stammered. He started to shake and cough just like the old man in that famous book by Nabokov.

Rachel giggled. "Can I come in?"

"Yes!" he exclaimed a little too loudly. "Sorry, Rachel. It was a long week and I'm exhausted." He stood to the side allowing her to saunter past him.

"It's okay, Mr. Greene." She gave him a long look before turning her attention to the children who ran in from the back yard to greet her.

John went upstairs to finish getting ready. By the time he and his wife came downstairs, Rachel was busy playing with the children in the living room. He noticed that she had put on a cardigan that made her clothes look considerably more conservative. Was that for his wife's benefit? Was she just trying to mess with him? 

His wife was already out the door as John turned to give Rachel her final instructions. "We'll be back after eleven sometime. Is that okay?"

"Of course," Rachel replied, giving John a huge smile. "Um...would it be okay if you could give me a ride home? My car isn't running and my mom gave me a ride over here."

"Yes. That would be fine." John wondered if he could drive without sneaking glances over at her chest on the way to her house.

The opera was every bit as boring as John imagined it would be. He tried to put his arm around his wife a couple of times as they watched, but she brushed his hand off and gave him a look that told him how inappropriate he was being. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time she smiled at him, or laughed with him. He couldn't remember the last time they'd had a conversation that didn't entail her bitching at him for something.

He had been resigned to his fate for a while now. The marriage wasn't all bad and there had been glimmers of hope that it might get better and then of course there were the children. They had tried counseling, but his wife wouldn't do any of the actual work once they got home. She refused to talk to him about any of the issues that were raised in their sessions. She had the opinion that she was right about everything and wasn't open to the chance that she could be wrong. He found himself thinking about Rachel during the opera and cursing himself for his thoughts.

At last the show was over. "That was an excellent performance, don't you think?" his wife asked as they made their way out to the car. "Much better than that awful Foo Fighters rubbish you listen to." 

John thought it better to keep his thoughts to himself, and they drove home in silence. Why did she have to throw that little barb at him? As they pulled into the driveway, he reminded Kathy that he had to give Rachel a ride home. 

Kathy snorted and then told him that he better not forget to pay her and not to wake her up when he got back. She grabbed her coat and went into the house in front of him, said a quick good-night and thank you to Rachel and disappeared up the stairs.

John followed her in the door, fished some cash out of his pocket and handed it to Rachel. She was just slipping on her flip-flops and smiling at him. She wasn't wearing her cardigan. 

"How were the kids?" 

"They were perfect angels, just like always." 

"No problems?"

"Of course not, Mr. Greene," she said. "They love me and you know that I love them."

John thought that an odd response. "Well...you know we both adore you and thank you for watching them. Kathy was exhausted or she would have told you herself."

"Oh, there's no need to apologize for her, Mr. Greene," Rachel answered.

That was another strange response. John was tired, though and didn't let his mind linger on it. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes. I'm totally ready." Rachel grinned at him. 

John tried not to stare. Was she thrusting her chest out further on purpose? Her flat stomach was showing between the bottom of her shirt and her tight pants. John wondered if she was ever able to tuck her shirts in. 

John looked away and opened the door letting Rachel exit first. They got in the car and John started the long drive to Rachel's house. She had been their babysitter for the past three years and that first year, Kathy and John took turns driving her home. It had been awhile since John had been alone in the car with her and he was having trouble finding something to say. 

Rachel saved him the trouble. "How was the opera Mr. Greene?" 

John could feel her gaze on him. "Oh it was fine," he lied. "Well, Kathy enjoyed it a lot more than I did."

"I bet," Rachel replied. "I'm sure you would have been much happier at a Foo Fighters or Def Tones concert."

"How...really...you like the Foo Fighters?" he asked, wondering how she had come to mention two of his favorite bands.

"Yes. I love both of them, and I know you do too. You're really funny." 

"I try," John replied, feeling out of some kind of loop.

"I was looking through your CDs on the stereo," Rachel finished, laughing. "You always get nervous around me."

There, she had said it. Rachel had come out with one of those cold hard truths that most people don't talk about openly.

"Don't say that. I...I don't," John fumbled over his words. Who was the adult here?

"I'm just kidding with you. You're turning all red by the way," she replied.

John knew that he was turning red. This conversation was making it hard to concentrate on driving up the winding country road to Rachel's house. A flash of movement to one side, caught his eye and he realized he should have been paying more attention to the road. 

A deer darted out from the trees and in front of John's car. He barely had time to brake and steer to avoid it. He managed to miss the deer but slid his car off of the road and into some brush on the side. Rachel screamed as the car came to a stop.

John's heart was racing. He reached across to grab Rachel's arm and accidentally brushed one of her enormous boobs.

"Oh, my fucking God!" she exclaimed, breathing hard and looking over at John.

"Are you okay?" he asked, staring into her big blue eyes. 

"Yes," Rachel mouthed, without making a sound, staring back so hard at John that it almost hurt him to turn away. 

John's eyes drifted down to Rachel's heaving chest as she fought to control her breathing. It was mesmerizing.

"We're okay," John said, lifting his gaze back to her eyes.

He squeezed her hand a little too hard. "We're okay," he said again.

Rachel nodded and squeezed back. Her little hand felt so warm and her skin felt electric against his.

John pulled his hands away as if they were burned. 

"Let's see if I can get us out of here." He looked away from her, placing all of his concentration onto restarting the car. John was certain that if he had kept gazing into Rachel's eyes and squeezing her hands, he would have leaned over and kissed her, or more. 

John got the car started and back on the road, resuming the trip. He found himself driving insanely fast even after their little mishap.

"Please, slow down," Rachel requested timidly, not looking at him this time.

His body was coursing with adrenalin, as much from Rachel as from the near accident. John took a deep breath, forcing himself to slow down. He got them both there in one piece. Rachel got out of the car and came around to the driver's side, motioning for John to lower the window. John sat there looking at her through the glass for a few seconds before finally lowering it. Rachel tilted her head forward just a little too close. John started to sweat. He couldn't move or say anything. 

"Thank you," she said simply, smiling at him and then turned and ran into her house.

It was a long drive home, especially with a raging hard-on. John's house was cold and dark when he got home. 

"Just like my fucking life and marriage," John muttered under his breath, as he locked up and went upstairs to bed.

The rest of the weekend was non-descript and Monday came just a little too fast. The following week was a long exercise in de-motivation. 

John felt like his whole life was turning into Groundhog Day and the only thing he could think about was his barely-legal baby sitter. For God's sake, she was still in high school! Life used to be so much better and he never used to have deviant thoughts about young girls. 

As the weekend approached, John decided that the problem was him. His whole attitude about life and his marriage and his career was the problem. He decided that, thinking about his babysitter was a direct result of his negativity. She was exciting and different. That was all. He would change and with his mental change he could change his life and his marriage and his job and everything else for the better. There had to be a way to break through to Kathy. She wasn't a bitch when he married her. She had changed somehow. He would figure it out and come up with a plan. He wasn't about to give up.

He made up his mind to make a concerted effort to connect with his wife again. Maybe she was cold because he was cold. If he tried hard enough and long enough she would come around again. He bought a dozen roses after work on Friday and made reservations for one of her favorite restaurants for Saturday night. When he got home, Kathy was standing in the foyer with two heavy bags and her hands on her hips.

"It's about time you got home." She glared at him. 

"I...are you going somewhere?" He handed her the roses.

"How nice, but they'll be dead before I get home. You've got a black thumb," she said distractedly, throwing them down on the table in the foyer.

"What do you mean? Where are you going? You know I have to work tomorrow?" 

"Yes. I know you have to work. Some of us keep calendars. I'm going to my sister's for a few days."

"Why?"

"She just had surgery this morning."

"I knew that," John lied. He had forgotten all about it. "Is she okay? I didn't think you were going down there though."

"I wasn't, but she called and really needs me. I called Rachel already and she'll be here before you go to work tomorrow. I've got to go. The kids are in doing their homework. No sugar this weekend. I should be back by Tuesday evening."

Then, without a goodbye or a parting good wish, Kathy was out the door.

"Well shit." John stared after her for a moment and then went in to see the kids.

John and the kids had a great night, playing the Wii and eating way too much sugar filled food and candy. It was the best night they had together in months. He hated to admit it, but he thought it was probably because Kathy was gone. She hardly ever seemed to have fun anymore.

The next morning John woke up late. The alarm hadn't gone off or maybe he just forgot to set it. Usually Kathy reminded him. "Damn her," John muttered as he ran into the shower. He threw on some clothes and ran down the stairs. He was immediately greeted to the scent of eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen.

"What? How?"

"Oh there you are, sleepy head." Rachel leaned out of the kitchen doorway. "We thought we heard you coming down the stairs." She held out a cup of coffee to him.

"Uh...good morning Rachel," John said, taking the coffee. "I forgot you were coming over. I guess Kathy gave you a key?"

"No silly. I know where you guys keep the extra key outside. So I came early and decided you could use a good hot breakfast. That's yours at the table. Hurry up and eat so you aren't late."

"Wow. Thank you," John said sitting down at the table and digging in. He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten a hot breakfast at home. Kathy just decided one day that she was done cooking. 

The kids had already finished and were in the family room watching cartoons. John stood up and grabbed his briefcase and jacket. "I'm not sure how late I'll be Rachel," he said.

"That's no problem. Stay as late as you need to. We'll be fine."

"I'll call and order you a pizza if I'm going to be really late." John was now awake enough to really look at Rachel. She was wearing another skin tight t-shirt and he could see the outline of her nipples poking out. She wasn't wearing a bra. Shit!

Rachel laughed. Had she caught him glancing at her chest? John started to turn red.

"Don't worry about pizza, Mr. Greene. I'll cook something up. Just let me know when you'll be home. I love to cook, and I've got two really good helpers in there. Say good bye to your dad, guys," she called into the family room.

"Good bye daddy!" two little voices shot out in unison.

John felt a warmth in his chest. This was how family life should be. Then he caught himself...life is what you make it. 

"Okay, then," John said. "Dinner's on you, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Rachel said, beaming at him. "Have a great day Mr. Greene," she called after him as he walked out the front door.

John turned to her. "Call me John," he said and headed off to work.

John put in almost a full day of work finishing up his quarterly reports. He would be happy if he never saw another spreadsheet or SQL query for the rest of his life. When it was nearly six, he called Rachel and let her know that he was on his way home. 

"That's great, John," Rachel said. "Dinner will be hot and ready when you get in."

"Wow. You really are good," he said. "Thanks again. You didn't really have to cook dinner."

"Yes I did silly," Rachel said, giggling, and then hung up the phone.

John found himself smiling like an idiot when he got off the phone. She had a way of making him feel like an awkward kid fresh out of high school. He had forgotten to ask her if she needed another ride home tonight.

John pulled up to his house about forty minutes later and the door opened up before he had a chance to fish his key out his pocket. "Hi, John,"Rachel smiled at him. "How was your day?" It was really nice to have someone ask about his day for once.

"It was great," he said, meaning it. It felt good to get everything done and not have to worry about someone giving him an attitude when he got home late. "I'm really glad to be home though." That was the truth.

"Well I'm glad you're home too," Rachel said. She reached out to take his briefcase and carried it into the house. 

John followed her into the house and was greeted by the unmistakable smell of spaghetti and fresh garlic bread. 

Rachel placed his briefcase by the stairs and motioned for John to follow her into the kitchen. She had two plates on the table and two glasses of wine as well. 

"Thank you. This looks wonderful."

"You're welcome. I'm a little nervous. I'm afraid you won't like it."

The both sat down and started eating. 

"Rachel, this is so good. Who taught you how to cook?" John couldn't believe how good it was.

"My mom," she replied. "Well, she started me off, but I absolutely love to cook and I've taken some classes at the community college already."

Rachel picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp and John snapped back to reality.

"Uh...that might not be a good idea," he said. "I don't want you driving home after drinking and I don't want your parents to think that we're...partying here or something. In fact, you probably shouldn't be drinking at all"

"I already thought about that," she said, sucking an entire meatball into her mouth.

John's cock twitched in his pants. What did she mean that she'd already thought about that?

"Drink up. It's really good," Rachel said, draining her glass and then filling it up again from the bottle on the table.

John did drink up. She had definitely picked the correct wine. He should know. He was known as a wine snob by his friends. He hadn't realized she knew anything about wine or even where his wine cellar was. 

"That really is good," John said. "How were you planning on getting home?" he asked, changing the subject.

"I'm not," Rachel said simply, taking another drink. "I told my parents that you wouldn't be home till really late and that it would be easier for me to stay the night and get picked up in the morning."

"Well...I mean..."

Rachel cut him off with laughter. "You are so silly," she said smiling and gazing into his eyes.

"Well, let's finish up, "John said. 

When they were done, Rachel went up to check on the kids. John cleared the plates and started the dishwasher. Rachel came down a few minutes later. "Oh, I was going to do that."

"Not on your life," John said. "The cook never does his own dishes, at least not in this house."

"That's sweet, "Rachel said. 

Was she tipsy already? John had only seen her drink two glasses but the bottle was empty already. "The kids are already in bed and just waiting for you to say goodnight to them."

"Thank you," John said, meaning it. He bounded up the stairs.

When he came back down a few minutes later, he noticed another open bottle of wine on the kitchen counter. He was more than a little uncomfortable having an underage drinker in the house, and even more so since it was Rachel. He went into the family room and found Rachel lounging on the couch. She had a glass for him as well. 




The Busty Babysitter



"Here you go," she said handing it to him as he sat down on the far end of the couch, away from her.

"Thank you."

"Don't keep thanking me. You deserve it. You looked like you had a rough day when you walked in. It's time for you to relax."

She was right, of course. John just needed to relax. Rachel was going to sleep in the guest room. Nobody would ever find out that she was drinking here and it was just time for him to relax. Maybe that was the whole problem with everything. Maybe he was so uptight that it was having a negative impact on every aspect of his life. 

"You're right," John said looking over at Rachel. "It was a long day and I just need to relax." He picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. "What do you want to watch?"

"Anything."

John looked over at her as she sipped her wine. She really was beautiful, with the biggest blue eyes and most amazingly huge breasts on such a slim figure. His cock started twitching again.

John turned his eyes back to the TV. What the fuck is wrong with you John? He started flipping through channels quickly, before settling on Dumb and Dumber. A good comedy was what they needed. 

"I've never seen this one," Rachel said.

"You're in for a treat then."

They watched the movie, laughing together at all the funny parts, and finished off the second bottle of wine in the process. John didn't realize how much he missed sharing laughter with someone. 

Somewhere near the end Rachel had dozed off. John watched the rise and fall of her chest as she slept. He was entranced. He couldn't take his eyes off of her nipples outlined beneath her shirt. She truly was beautiful. Now he had a problem. He had to get her into the guest room. Rachel had definitely had way too much wine and John was feeling a little tipsy himself.

"Okay...let's find out how much you weigh," John said moving over in front of Rachel. "Time for bed...can you hear me?" He gently shook her but she didn't respond. "Okay," he said and picked her up. 

She was surprisingly light; much lighter than his wife. Of course, it had been years since he'd tried to pick Kathy up for any reason. He didn't think it would happen again unless it was to throw her out the front door on to her ass. John found that thought extremely funny and struggled to contain his laughter.

Rachel snuggled against John's chest as he carried her up the stairs. His cock hardened and he knew what he would be dreaming about all night. He managed to get her into the guest room, and onto the bed. She was wearing shorts, so he didn't feel the need to undress her. He pulled the covers over Rachel and left the room.

"Whew...that wasn't so bad," John said as he brushed his teeth a few minutes later. He decided to sleep in shorts, just in case he had to wake up for any reason and was soon fast asleep himself. 

He woke up to the wind howling outside. It was going to be a stormy night. He got up and checked all the windows and looked in on the kids. Everything was as it should be and he was soon fast asleep again. 

He woke up a little while later. There was someone else in his bed snuggled against him and snoring peacefully. It was Rachel. When had she gotten into his bed? Why had she gotten into his bed? She was still fully clothed and he was too tired to care so he rolled over to the other side of the bed.

He did dream about Rachel that night. He dreamed that he could feel her large soft breasts dragging against his legs as she deep throated his cock. He dreamed that he was bucking his hips up, driving his cock deep into her mouth. He dreamed that she was drooling around his cock and slurping on it, moaning in pleasure as she sucked him hard.

John snapped awake. This was no dream. The covers were off and so were his shorts. Rachel's giant tits were pressing into his legs and he was thrusting his cock deep into her mouth.

"No...stop..." he protested. "You have to stop!"

This only caused Rachel to grab the base of his cock and take him further down her throat. Where had she learned to do this? He was going to cum. She was staring into his eyes and sucking hard; swirling her tongue around his shaft. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. It was too late to stop.

Rachel moaned as John flooded her mouth with semen. She kept sucking him until he was spent and then released him and sat up on the bed. John's eyes were accustomed to the dark now and he could see her clearly. She was even more beautiful and more perfect than he had imagined that she would be. Her breasts seemed larger without the confines of a shirt. Her nipples were thick and long.

"You're still hard," she said giggling and looking down at his crotch.

"I...yes...I mean no...why are you..." John stammered.

Rachel shook her head and crawled up over John, letting her breasts drag up his body as she did. It was too late for John to protest. Rachel took one of John's hands and placed it on one of her massive breasts. It was so full and firm and soft. He squeezed.

"My God," he whispered. "You're perfect."

"I'm yours," she whispered back, kissing him lightly on the lips.

She was rubbing her pussy on his cock. She was already dripping wet. He had both hands on her chest now, mauling her breasts. She stuck her tongue into his mouth and they kissed passionately. She gripped him and guided him to her hole and in an instant he was inside her. She was so wet and hot and tight. 

"Uh...Oh fuck you're big," Rachel grunted. "Let me do all the work."

Rachel rode him furiously, sliding her body up and down his. Her giant, full breasts mashed against John's body. She was so tight. He was going to cum again.

"You're...I'm going to cum," he panted.

"Me too," Rachel grunted, staring into his eyes. Her body started to shake. Her pussy contracted around his cock, and she whimpered setting off John's own orgasm. 

Rachel leaned forward, pressing her lips against his. He responded by sucking her tongue into his mouth and they kissed fervently as they finished cumming together.

Rachel rolled off of John and they both lay there panting and gasping for breathe. 

"That was the best sex I've ever had," John said and then regretted saying anything at all. What are you supposed to say after mind blowing sex with your eighteen-year-old babysitter in the bed that you share with your cold, frigid wife? "I mean...I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything," Rachel said as she cuddled up next to John, draping her arm and leg over him. Her large, firm breasts were molded against the side of his body. She kissed him on the cheek and soon she was snoring again. John fell asleep a few minutes later. 

John woke the next morning with a start. He popped up into a sitting position, full of panic. What had he done? He looked around the room. It was empty except for himself and the bedroom door was shut. There was absolutely no evidence of last night's tryst with the baby sitter. Maybe it was a dream? As John yanked on a t-shirt and sweatpants, he knew in his mind that he had done something very, very wrong last night.

He all but ran down the steps and into the kitchen and stopped dead in the doorway. Rachel and the two kids were singing a song about a bus and eating fruit loops between verses. It was the cutest thing John had ever seen. It had been a long time since there had been any singing in the Greene home. John smiled despite himself.

"Say, 'good morning, Daddy,'" Rachel commanded and kids cheerfully did as they were instructed and then went back to eating their cereal. 

"We need to talk," John said, motioning for Rachel to follow.

"Sure," Rachel said smiling deeply at him. "You can finish the movie after you eat," she said to the kids as she followed John into the downstairs office. 

He shut the door behind him, but Rachel spoke first.

"Kathy called."

"She did?" John kept himself calm. 

"Yes. She called while you were sleeping. She was a little surprised that I was still here, but thought that it was a good idea. She asked if I could watch the kids tomorrow and Tuesday until she came home."

"I...well I was going to ask you but...I mean...it's not a good idea now. We need to talk about last night."

Rachel ignored John's comment and kept on going. "Did you know that I don't have school this week?"

"I didn't know that, but..." John countered. "It doesn't matter."

"So I told Kathy that I could, and she said you had early morning meetings both Monday and Tuesday and thought that spending the night in the guest room Sunday and Monday night would be best for the kids."

"She did?" John was flummoxed.

"Yes. I already told my mom and she's dropping off a bag of clothes for me later today. We're all set."

"No...I mean, we're not all set." John said. 

"Kathy asked me what we did last night."

"What?"

"You heard me, didn't you?"

"Yes...what did you tell her?"

"What do you think I told her?"

John shook his head. Rachel wouldn't do that do him.

Rachel just laughed. 

"What do you want for breakfast?" Rachel said. She smiled and left the room. 

"I don't want anything," John said to himself. What was he supposed to do now? It was his dream come true and his worst nightmare. How could anything go back to normal again? Why would he want it to?

John decided to skip breakfast. He snuck a cup of coffee when Rachel was in tending to the children and then went upstairs to finish his TPS report. 

He had been shut off in his bedroom the entire morning without interruption when the bedroom door opened. It was Rachel with her bags. 

"Hey you," she said coyly. "I didn't want to disturb you while you were working up here. Everyone is down for their naps and I thought I'd take a shower."

"Thank you," John said. "You really are great with them. They'd still be crying if I was alone here trying to put them down to sleep."

"Well you aren't alone. You aren't alone anymore," Rachel said, peeling off her t-shirt.

"You shouldn't," John protested. "Last night was..." He was unable to finish as she stepped out of her shorts. She was perfect. 

Rachel just giggled and locked the bedroom door. Her massive tits bounced as she walked towards John. He stood there frozen, his breathe quickening. Rachel changed directing just before she reached him and sauntered into the master bathroom. She looked back, motioning him to follow. John did.

Rachel had already started the shower. "I...I'm going downstairs to get some...to..." he stammered.

"I want you to join me in the shower. Please?" she walked over and kissed him hard on the lips, placing a hand on his crotch at the same time. He was already rock hard. She grabbed his cock firmly through the fabric of his pants.

John kissed her back, his hands roaming over her young supple body. Rachel stepped back. "Please?"

"Why?" he asked. 

"Because I love you silly," Rachel said giggling again. She turned and walked into the shower. 

John stared after her. Nobody beside his children, had told him that in years. Could she even know what love was? Asking God to forgive him, he pulled off his clothes and entered the shower with Rachel. Last night was bad enough, but at this second in time, he was about to cross the line of no return. Maybe he'd already crossed it last night. It didn't matter.

Rachel handed him the body wash and sponge. "I really need you to get my back good," she said turning away from him.

John started to lather up her back. Just touching her was sending electric shocks throughout his entire body. He felt like his head was going to explode.

"Don't forget my ass." She winked at him.

John didn't. He couldn't imagine ever forgetting a perfectly round ass like hers. It just wasn't possible. He worked the soap over her shapely ass and thighs and down the back of her legs and then worked his way up the sides of her stomach and reached around to her enormous boobs. Rachel moaned and leaned back against him as he worked his hands over them.

"It's my turn," Rachel said turning around. John closed his eyes as this beautiful young woman cleaned every last inch of him, paying singular attention to his rigid cock. 

They made out as the hot water washed away all the soap. It seemed to wash away all of John's doubt and shame as well. They toweled off and then Rachel led John back out onto the bed. 

"Let me take care of this for you," she said dropping to her knees in front of him. "It's so big. You have no idea how full I felt last night. I didn't know I could feel like that."

"Oh...it's not that big...I mean..." 

John stopped talking as Rachel engulfed his member deep into her mouth. She was good. She slid her mouth up and down his shaft, taking him deeper each time. Then she blew his mind as she took him so deep into her throat that her nose was buried in his pubic hair. John had never felt anything so good in his life. Kathy certainly wasn't capable of this. Hell, she wouldn't even give him a hand job anymore.

John looked down at Rachel and they stared into each other's eyes as she worked her wonderful mouth up and down his shaft. She was drooling around his cock and moaning as she sucked him. John only lasted a few minutes. 

"I'm going to cum," he warned.

Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock long enough to plead for him to fill her mouth with it. That was all it took, and he started pumping cum between her lips. 

"Ugh...Oh God..."

Rachel kept on sucking and swallowing until John started to deflate in her mouth. She pulled her mouth away. "Yummy."

John collapsed back onto the bed. "Come here," he commanded.

Rachel stood up. "I'm right here."

"No. That's not what I mean. Come here. I want your pussy on my face. I'm going to eat you."

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed and then jumped onto the bed, crawling over John's body until her naked sex was right over his face. "No one's ever done that to me before."

John pulled her down onto his mouth and started to lick her oozing slit. Rachel moaned and ground herself against John's mouth. "Oh Fuck! Eat me!" she squealed. 

John pleasured her, licking and sucking on her clit. It had been years since he had done this, and he was going to make the most of it. She was delicious and her body was telling him that he was doing it right.

"Oh...oh....I'm cumming," she moaned as her body shook in orgasm. John kept licking and sucking her as she came. Rachel kept grinding her pussy against John's mouth. She rolled off of him a few minutes later, breathing heavily. 

John looked over at her squeezing her hand. "Are you okay?"

"I couldn't breathe...fuck...that was so intense...that was so good....oohh."

They both lay there recovering on the bed, holding hands.

"I love you," Rachel said and then grabbed some clothes and a small bag of toiletries and ran into the bathroom.

"Shit," John said to himself, still savoring her taste on his tongue. "She really is delicious."

Rachel came out a few minutes later. "It's all yours," she said smiling at him. "I'm going to check on the kids and what I've got in the oven."

She was wearing the tightest jeans that John had ever seen. They were a second skin, revealing every inch of her luscious ass and shapely legs. She had on an almost sheer white top with a plunging neckline. John could see her large thick nipples poking against the fabric. Rachel just laughed at him and left the bedroom. John's cock was semi-hard again. He shook his head and walked into the bathroom.

John brushed his teeth, got dressed and went downstairs as well. When he got there he could smell a roast that Rachel had in the oven. She knew her way around the kitchen for sure. She was outside playing with the kids again. What was he going to do? Did she really love him? Was he going to leave his wife? What about the kids? She was too young for him!

Just then there was a knock on the front door. John was surprised when he opened it up and it was his sister. "Uh...Hi," John said, clearly surprised.

"Hey John," she said. "Well, aren't you going to let me in?"

Of course not, John thought to himself. My braless, barely-legal, illicit lover is out back playing with my children and you want to come in? Instead, John simply said, "yes."

John's sister, Wendy, was a few years younger than John and lived in Pennsylvania. 

"What are you doing here?" he asked, just now noticing that she had a suitcase with her. 

"Don't you remember?" She sighed and stared at him. "I told you I was heading out west for the writer's faire and that I'd be stopping by Sunday night. Don't tell me that you forgot?"

"I...no...I mean yes. I forgot."

"Where's Kathy?"

"Well that's part of the problem. Her sister was in the hospital and she left to help her out for a few days. Things have been kind of crazy around here, especially with work. It doesn't matter though. You're always welcome and we always have room for you."

"Well that explains a lot," Wendy said laughing. "Are you cooking? Something smells wonderful."

"Well, not exactly," John said grabbing Wendy's suitcase and setting it near the stairs. "Do you remember Rachel, our babysitter?"

"She's here? She's cooking?"

"Yes. It was all Kathy's idea."

"Of course," Wendy replied. "I see."

There was no love lost between John's sister and his wife. "Come on out and say hi to the kids," John said, leading Wendy to the back of the house.

As soon as the kids saw John's sister, they came running in from the back yard. "Hi Aunt Wendy!" they said in unison, smothering her in hugs and kisses.

"Hi," Rachel said sheepishly, standing in the doorway. 

"Hi Rachel," Wendy said, arching her eyebrows, obviously shocked by Rachel's barely covered breasts. "Shouldn't...never mind...do you remember me from a few a few years ago? You've changed."

"Thank you," Rachel replied. "I do remember you."

At this point the kids ran back outside to finish making mud pies and Rachel hurried along behind them. 

"John, we need to talk," Wendy said angrily to John. "She looks like a slut and in front of the kids."

"I was upstairs working and just now came down. I had no idea," he defended himself. His own anger was rising; or was it guilt?

"Okay...Christ, I'm sorry," Wendy said putting a hand on her brother's arm. "It's been a long drive and I'm a little grumpy. I was just shocked. I know that's how girls dress these days. Could you tell her to change shirts, for me?"

"Of course," John replied. "Why don't you go upstairs and freshen up. Rachel was going to stay in the guest room but it's all yours. She won't mind sleeping on the couch."

Wendy just nodded and took her bags upstairs. John called Rachel in, but before he could say anything, she told him that she was going upstairs to change shirts and get her stuff out of the guest room.

"That was easy," he said to himself. Why did she have to make everything so damn easy?

John and Wendy spent the rest of the afternoon catching up and playing with the kids as Rachel made dinner. "It's like having your own live in housekeeper," Wendy said as Rachel call from the kitchen that dinner was ready. John smirked. It was a lot more than that.

Dinner was great and Wendy started warming up to Rachel. They both kicked John out of the kitchen and cleaned up together. They were actually having a good time in there, joking around. John thought that it was nice to have the sound of friendly laughter coming out of the kitchen for a change.

When it was time to turn in for the night, Wendy apologized for taking the guest room and offered it back to Rachel.

"No thanks Wendy," Rachel replied. "I'm fine out here and these couches are very comfortable. I'll probably sleep better than you."

John hoped so. He knew that he wouldn't be able to resist her if she snuck into his room tonight. He still didn't know what he was going to do? Just cut Rachel off and find another babysitter? Would she keep quiet? Did John even want her to?




The Busty Babysitter



John awoke in the middle of the night with a massive hard on. Well, that wasn't quite right. He awoke in the middle of the night to Rachel jacking him off to his full length and hardness.

"Rachel! What are you doing? My sister is in the next room!" he hissed at her.

Rachel responded by taking half his shaft into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it. Soon she was bobbing her head up and down his thick cock, making wet slurping noises. John was unable to protest. The feeling was too good and the sounds of her sloppy blowjob were almost too much.

Rachel pulled her mouth off of his cock, drool running down her chin. "I missed you today. I felt like we had to keep our relationship a secret with your sister here."

"We do," John said as Rachel pulled off her oversized t-shirt letting her monumental tits spring free. "Oh, my God." 

Rachel got on the bed and lay back, spreading her legs. "I've never needed anything in my life as badly as I need you right now. I was going to ask you to make love to me but all I really want you to do is fuck me," she said pouting her lips for effect. 

"I...Wendy is...you..." John stammered. His cock was impossibly hard and it hurt.

Rachel inserted a finger into her pussy and started fucking herself with it. "I need this to be your cock, lover. Your cock is much thicker and longer than my finger and it will pump me full of your baby seed."

In spite of himself he crawled over Rachel, squeezing one of her plump boobs as she continued to finger herself. Did she just say baby seed? He had filled her pussy up with his semen without using protection. He hadn't even bothered to ask her if she was on the pill. What if he got her pregnant? She probably already was. This was a nightmare. She was his personal whore of Babylon and he was helpless to stop himself. 

"Please," Rachel whispered huskily. "Be my man and fuck me."

"I am your man," John said and thrust himself inside her. Soon they were sucking on each other's tongues as they fucked. Rachel was moaning into his mouth and grabbing John's ass, urging him deeper. Rachel was so tight and warm and alive. He knew in that instant that he would never give her up. They both came together, neither of them noticing Wendy watching from the doorway.

Rachel slept with John that night, only bothering to get dressed when his alarm clock went off for work. She took her time pulling on her pajamas and leaving his room. 

When John finished dressing, he left the room and ran right into Wendy.

"John...we need to talk."

"What's up? I haven't had any coffee yet so don't make it too complicated."

"Oh this is going to be easy," Wendy said looking like she was about to unleash the fury of the world upon him.

"Okay, you've got my attention."

"I know that Rachel slept with you last night."

"Slept with me?"

"Don't make me say it. Goddamn you!"

"I..."

"I saw you fucking each other's brains out last night. There! Do you understand that?""

John strode past his sister and headed down the stairs and into the kitchen. Rachel and the kids were sitting there eating fruit loops. He stood there for a minute, realizing that his little fantasy was soon going to be over. Rachel stood up as soon as she saw John enter the kitchen, and went over to the coffee machine. Wendy followed John into the kitchen and her and Rachel shared a look. It was a look that said that there were no secrets here this morning. They both turned and looked at John.

"Go finish your movie, guys," Rachel said to the children. They both took off into the family room leaving only the adults. 

"John?" Rachel asked. It was a question that really asked everything.

"John," Wendy said simply.

John started to sweat. He wanted to crawl into a hole. It was moments like this that defined who a man really was. He didn't want to be a timid little coward who cheated and lied. 

John went over to Rachel and pulled her against him. Her massive chest squeezed between them, as he looked her in the eyes. "I love you," he said and kissed her passionately. She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him.

They stepped apart, holding hands and looked over at Wendy.

"Well I guess that settles that," Wendy said. "Now, what?"

"I guess I'd better call Kathy."

"She'll be furious," Wendy said.

"I don't think so. She can have the house. She doesn't even like the kids."

"You're being a little simplistic," Wendy said. "Life's way more complicated..."

John cut her off. "I see everything so clearly now. I'm tired of doing the wrong thing and banging my head against the wall. I've got to make a few phone calls."

John found Wendy and Rachel drinking coffee together in the living room, when he came back. He went over to Rachel and kissed her, sitting down next to her. She melted against him, eyes wide, mouth open. 

"Well?" Wendy asked.

"I told her I was leaving her and that I was taking the kids. I told her that she could have the house and that we'd work out visitation and that my lawyer would be in contact with hers. For once in her life, she didn't have much to say. She asked who would be watching the kids and I told her Rachel would. She didn't say much more that that, except that she wanted all of my stuff gone by the time she got home."

"Where will you go?" Rachel asked.

"That's the wrong question Rachel," John said, grasping both her hands in his and gazing into her eyes.

"I just can't...I don't know how to ask what I'm feeling," she said. She took a big gulp as tears streamed down her face.

"I've just rented us a townhouse. You're moving in with me. You're moving in with us."

"Oh, John," she said collapsing against him. 

"Oh, John," Wendy said. "Should I stay and help you pack?"

"Please," John and Rachel said in unison. Wendy did. John and his Busty little baby sitter made babies and lived happily ever after.

The End.



The Busty Heiress



Anna was looking to have a good time that summer weekend. She was a rich girl who liked to have fun. She grew up in Houston, Texas, in the mansion owned by her mother. She went to the finest private schools in town through high school and now was in her sixth year of college. She was still a freshman.

Six years of college had not resulted in many college credits because Anna always seemed to manage to fail most of her courses for one reason or another. She would forget to go to class or she would go on a spontaneous vacation in the middle of the semester or some problem would cause her to drop all of her classes. Her mother would smooth out any problems with her checkbook and a call to the president of whatever college Anna was attending.

Anna's mother came from an extremely wealthy family. She had inherited businesses, massive ranches and lots of oil royalties. Anna vaguely knew that there were trusts for her, but did not really know what a trust was and did not know what was in her trusts. She just knew that a man at the bank paid all of her bills.

Anna was not smart. She loved to laugh and was sweet, but she was not very intelligent. She wasn't really smart enough to know that she was not smart. She tried to make good decisions, but she didn't care too much if she made another dumb one because she knew it would somehow work out for her.

Anna liked guys. She liked to go on dates, laugh and have fun. She loved sex. No matter how many times she told herself that she was going to play coy or hard to get, when the time came to say no to sex, she would end up with a dick in her mouth or on her back with her legs spread. She wanted everyone to be happy.

She wasn't sure why, but she never had a steady boyfriend. She wanted to make guys like her and could not figure out why she didn't have a boyfriend. It seemed to Anna that every time a guy would want to start dating her, some other guy would seduce her and ruin the whole thing. There was no shortage of guys who would drop by late at night to fuck Anna, but she did not really think those guys were her boyfriends. 

Anna was a member of the three most exclusive country clubs in town and was invited to every high society party. Some people would die to be in that position, but Anna didn't give a damn about any of it. She would go to a party or function if she wanted to see her friends or party. She could care less if she missed any of the events. 

Anna was not popular with most of the women at the country clubs and at the social events. She looked unbelievably sexy without trying and she had fucked every guy, including many older married guys, that even remotely interested her. She also often let guys fuck her if she felt sorry for them.

Anna was only 24 years old, but she had been to rehab twice. Once for alcohol and once for some sort of sex addiction. Her mother sent her to the best, most expensive facilities. Neither rehab worked. 

Her favorite things were shopping, drinking and fucking, not necessarily in that order.

Anna's daily schedule was one of the many reasons she was so bad at school. She would attend two brutal exercise classes each morning. Then, she would attend appointments to have her nails done, teeth whitened, hair cut, body tanned or some other pampering that made her look good. If she didn't have other plans, she would go to class in the afternoon.

Anna looked good. She was incredibly fit. She was 5'2" and her body was hard as a rock except her big natural breasts that seemed too big for her tiny, muscular body. She had short blond hair that always looked perfect, a beautiful white smile and a tan face and body. She even had perfect tan lines on her big boobs. 

Anna was invited by her friend Kate to spend a weekend at the beach in Galveston. Kate was one of Anna's rich friends from high school. Kate had rented a big house on the beach and had invited a large group of people. The party was supposed to last all weekend.

Anna was looking forward to the party because she really liked Kate. Kate was dating a new guy who was successful, cool and had a bunch of friends who were single and successful. Kate told her to look for a guy named Jackson. He was a friend of Kate's new boyfriend and Kate said that she liked Jackson a lot. Kate also said that Jackson was a highly successful financial advisor who specialized in the energy industry.

Anna wasn't sure what a financial advisor was, but she was interested to meet someone who was highly successful. Most of the guys in Anna's circle did not have jobs or did not have real jobs. At most, they managed their investments or worked for a family foundation or company. Most were not capable of that. 

Nobody in Anna's family had had a job for several generations except her Mom who spent part of her time managing their businesses with a great deal of professional help. Neither Anna's father nor her step-fathers had ever worked.

Jackson was 38 years old, highly successful in finance and recently divorced. Since his divorce, Jackson was looking to have some fun. He hung out with a small group of guys who were all thirty something years old, single and successful. They all worked hard, but every weekend was a party. 

Jackson wanted no serious relationship. His wife had been a smart, serious accountant who turned out to be mean as hell. He tried to stick it out, but ended up being miserable for a couple of years. Hating to go home had helped make him rich. 

He was not looking for anything except some fun. He was a genuinely nice guy who was ready to cut loose.

Jackson had gone on a few blind dates and had hung around with some women while drinking with his buddies, but he had not had much sex since the divorce. Actually dating a woman just seemed like too much trouble at that point for Jackson.

The party started Saturday morning at the beach. Jackson showed up with his friends who started drinking well before noon. Jackson did not know any of Kate's friends, but he assumed that they came from rich families like Kate's family that own most of the world. 

Jackson really liked Kate because she was down to earth and pretty normal for a girl from her background. Jackson assumed that she was the exception in the rich circles. He had lots of clients who were wealthy and Jackson made a lot of money, but he was a middle class guy who had made it big through hard work and brains. He did not want to hang out with the country club crowd, but this party sounded like fun.

Kate's girlfriends were all in their swim suits and sunbathing on the deck of the beach house. Jackson and his buddies were hanging around a table on the deck playing cards and drinking beer. 

One of his buddies was Travis who was a handsome ladies man and a successful lawyer. Travis was funny and would say absolutely anything to a woman. To Jackson's great surprise, Travis would say rude things to women and they would end up fucking him. Jackson thought it was entertaining to watch.

Kate's friends looked hot. The guys were watching a lot of blond hair flipping, bikini adjustments and big boobs.

Kate came by and laughed at the guys just watching the girls. "How is the view, guys?"

Jackson said, "Awesome, Kate! Big cleavage as far as the eye can see!"

Kate laughed and said, "You notice that I don't get next to them so that you can compare my little things to that giant cleavage."

Travis said, "Kate maybe you can help us. We were trying to figure out what the silicone count is over there. It seems to us that having rich parents causes your boobs to grow and your hair to turn blonde. Can you confirm that?"

Kate giggled and said, "It hasn't worked for me!"

Travis continued, "How many plastic tits are over there on the deck, Kate?"

"I don't know Travis," Kate smiled and said. "You may have to ask if you can test them out."

About that time, Anna got up from a chair in a small pink bikini. Her big tits nearly bounced out of her top as she walked into the house. The custom fitted double D top was not quite big enough for Anna.

Jackson nodded at Anna and said, "Travis, those look very nice and real. Maybe you are wrong about every rich girl in Houston having fake boobs."

"I am not very far off. Isn't that right, Kate?"

Kate replied, "Travis, unlike you, I do not go around squeezing boobs. I will defer to you."

As Kate walked away, Travis called out, "Kate, you know I am right! The richer you are, the bigger your boobs. It is a universal law!"

Kate smiled and said, 'You guys will just have to check for yourself. I won't tell." Then, she made a point of looking at Jackson when she said, "I will tell you that some of them are real! I saw them in PE class!"

Travis moaned that Kate had to tell him which ones were real. Jackson wondered why Kate made a point of telling that to him. He wondered if it had anything to do with the sexy blonde who bounced by on her way to the house.

Kate went into the house to tell Anna that Jackson noticed her. Anna was excited. "What did he say?" she asked her friend.

"Well, they were talking about all of the big cleavage around here. Jackson noticed your boobs and said that yours were nice and real." Kate said.

Anna was confused. "He was talking about my boobs?"

"Yes." Kate explained. "You had to be there. He wasn't being crude or anything. Your boobs are kind of hard to miss, honey."

"I know. But, he didn't say that I am cute or seem nice or anything like that?" Anna asked.

"Nope. Just that your tits are nice. At least it is a start."

Anna stood there thinking for a full minute and then said, "Would you introduce me to Jackson?"

"Sure!"

Anna and Kate walked across the deck to the table where Jackson was sitting with his friends. Kate said to the group, "Hi. This is my friend, Anna Newman. We have been friends since high school."

Kate then introduce the guys to Anna. Anna was good at social small talk. She smiled, made eye contact and greeted each of the guys. As she met Jackson, she leaned forward and shook his hand. By leaning forward, Anna showed him some epic cleavage.

As she adjusted the cups on the top of her pink bikini, Anna said, "Jackson, I hear you were talking about my breasts to Kate. Do you think this new swim suit is too revealing? I could change to another."

Kate rolled her eyes and said, "Anna! You were not supposed to repeat that!"

Anna responded only with a confused look and said only, "Oh . . . sorry."

Jackson said, "No, Anna, I think that suit is great. You look wonderful in it."

Anna smiled at him. "Thank you. I had a hard time picking out a new suit for this party. I picked the smaller size on the top but I have the larger size too. It is in my bag."

Travis jumped in and said, "What size do you wear, Anna?"

She replied while pulling up the top, "This is a size DD, I think. I can never remember." Her entire chest moved when she pulled on any part of the top.

'Your breasts are great!" said Travis in his normal forward manner. 

"Thank you, Travis," giggled Anna. "Do you like them too, Jackson?" As she asked, Anna leaned forward again to show him even more of her cleavage.

"Yes." was all Jackson could come up with to say.

Anna looked around the table of men staring at her tits and said with a big smile, "Men seem to like them. I get felt up all of the time by guys I don't even know!"

Kate was embarrassed by Anna's display and finally said, "I am sure we can find something to talk about other than Anna's breasts."

As Kate led Anna away, Anna whispered, "Kate, I think he likes me."

Kate replied, "I thought you were going to screw him right there on the porch. You may want to try playing a little bit harder to get."

"Okay Kate, I will do that."

Kate liked Anna because she was so sincere and sweet. She was constantly amazed at how much of a bimbo Anna could be around men. Kate did not hold that against her friend because Kate had figured out a long time before that Anna had no clue she was acting like a bimbo or slut. She said and did whatever crossed her mind. Sex crossed her mind quite often.

Jackson didn't know what to think of Anna. He had been married for years and the women he knew professionally were all fairly smart and reserved. Anna was neither. 

Anna hung out with the girls at the beach and on the deck all day. She observed Jackson from afar.

Jackson lusted after her body, but he was too reserved or uncertain about what to do to approach her during the day. Both drank a lot all day.

Jackson noticed that everybody at the party put on some clothes for the cookout they had for dinner except Anna. Anna just changed to another skimpy bikini. Jackson was constantly trying to be in a position to check out Anna's cleavage. 

Jackson saw Anna talking and drinking with a young guy after dinner and was afraid he had blown his chance to get to know her. He was hoping that maybe before the weekend was over he could get her number or somehow arrange to see her again. 

After dark, Jackson finally reached the level of intoxication necessary for him to hit on a new girl. He was not shy in any other way, but approaching women always made him feel like he was 15 years old asking a girl to go to a school dance.

He saw Anna walking out of the house and approached her on the deck. "Hi, Anna. Are you having fun?"

Anna smiled big at Jackson with her perfect smile and said, "Sure, this is great. I thought you were never going to come talk to me. Don't tell Kate that I said this, but I showed you my breasts earlier hoping that you would like them."

Jackson couldn't believe how direct she was. "Oh, I did like them. I saw you talking to that young guy and thought he might be your date or something."

Anna giggled, "No, silly. That was my brother, Robert."

"Well I am glad I came to talk to you, Anna."

"Me, too.'

Jackson invited Anna to take a walk in the dark on the beach. She quickly agreed. 

Jackson talked to Anna as they walked. He turned on the charm and talked to her about how he was looking for love since his divorce, but had not met the right girl. He was almost embarrassed he was laying the bullshit on so thick, but this girl was buying it hook, line and sinker.

He stopped and kissed her on the beach. She kissed him back passionately. He could feel her huge boobs squashed against his chest.

He was brave enough after drinking all day to suggest skinny dipping in the surf. She never responded. She just stripped off her swim suit and took off for the water. Jackson came behind after he pulled down his shorts and threw off his shirt. In the moonlight, Jackson could easily see Anna's white tits bouncing around as she moved in the warm water.

Jackson's cock was hard as a rock and sticking straight out from his body. It was big and ready for action. 

As they kissed in the chest deep water of the surf, Anna had her hand around Jackson's hard cock. He knew they were about to start fucking in the water. He had his hands on her firm little ass and was holding her as they kissed.

Anna was in the perfect position for Jackson to stick his cock in her. Her legs were spread and wrapped around Jackson's waist. He was holding her up in the water. 

Just as he started to put his cock in her, Jackson felt a sharp pain on his prick. It hurt like crazy. He said, "Ouch. What the hell was that?"

Then it hit him. He was stung on the cock by a jellyfish! He quickly scrambled out of the water carrying Anna as he went. He couldn't get out of that water fast enough.

Anna was frightened and had no idea what was happening. 

Jackson was angry for a moment and then started laughing. "Anna, I got bit on the dick by a jellyfish! What are the odds of that? It hurts like hell, but it is pretty damned funny."

Anna was worried about him and tried to comfort him. He jokingly told her that she was going to have to suck the poison out of the wound. 

Anna agreed to suck the poison before she realized he was joking(or, at least she thought he was joking). She knelt down in front of him and examined his big heavy cock that surprisingly was still hard. She looked it over carefully on all sides and said that she couldn't find any place where he was bleeding or anything. She thought there was a red spot where he had been stung. She kissed it to make it better.

Jackson said, "Come on Anna, let's go back to the house where it is safe. I think I can still have sex even though the sting still hurts like crazy. My cock may need tender loving care."

They laughed all the way back to the beach house. Anna was in love. Jackson was horny.

When they got back, the party was slowing down. All of Jackson's friends were still up and still drinking on the deck. A few girls were hanging around with them. 

Jackson and Anna just said hello to the guys as they tried to head to Anna's room in the crowded beach house. It was easy to tell that Anna was about to fuck Jackson. 

However, someone asked what they had been doing and Anna said, "Oh, you should have seen it! Poor Jackson got stung on his dick by a jellyfish!

All of the guys cringed. Travis asked Anna with a sly smile, "Why was Jackson's dick in the ocean?"

Anna giggled, 'It was not just his dick, Travis. All of him was in the water. We were skinny dipping."

Travis said, "Gosh Anna, did your mouth get stung too?"

Everyone but Anna laughed. She just said seriously, "No. Luckily, I did not have Jackson's dick in my mouth yet and the jellyfish missed me." 

Jackson liked to hear that her mouth on his dick was part of her plan. 

Travis said, "You may have to put it in your mouth to relieve the pain."

Anna, still not realizing that Travis was joking, replied, "I can do that if it will make Jackson feel good. I already kissed it to make it all better like my mother used to do."

Travis looked shocked and exclaimed, "Your mother sucked Jackson's dick?"

"No, of course not, silly. I meant that she used to kiss my scrapes or cuts to make them all better and I did that for Jackson."

Travis said, "I would sure like to see that, Anna."

Anna started to respond and looked down at Jackson's crotch, but Jackson dragged her off toward the bed rooms.

Around thirty people were spread around the big house trying to sleep. Anna had her own room because Kate figured that Anna would probably want to have sex with someone. 

When they reached the room, there was no delay in stripping off their clothes. Anna looked awesome naked. Her body was made for sex.

Jackson licked her pussy until she was screaming to be fucked. Anna came the first time when Jackson's big cock entered her pussy. She was loud. The uninhibited noises coming from Anna made Jackson more uninhibited. It quickly turned into a wild, loud, animalistic fucking session.

Jackson was relieved that the jellyfish sting did not hurt more when he was fucking Anna. He had had so many beers, he was able to fuck and fuck and fuck without cumming. He felt like the king of the world. Anna was so much in love and loved his cock so much, she came time after time.

Finally, after trying out numerous positions and waking up every single person in the house who was trying to sleep, Jackson filled Anna's pussy with cum. Anna just hung on to him as long as he would let her.

Jackson fucked her again thirty minutes later. He could not believe how horny he was. Anna screamed her head off again. Jackson could not believe how loud she screamed. Anna did not think about anyone wanting to sleep. She could not control herself anyway.

This time, Jackson asked if he could cum in her mouth. 

Anna said simply, "Sure."

Her simple answer made Jackson ready to cum that instant. Anna came as Jackson filled her mouth with cum. She loved to make a man cum and she was in love with Jackson.

The next morning, Jackson woke up thinking that this rich girl was going to be embarrassed as hell after letting him fuck her and letting everyone in the house know she was being fucked by a guy she just met. He assumed she would try to avoid the embarrassment of facing everybody in the house including her brother. He was going to slip out of her room and at least pretend he slept somewhere else. However, he pulled the covers back and took a look in the morning light at one of Anna's big soft boobs. It was big, soft and beautiful with a perfect big nipple in the middle.




The Busty Heiress



He knew he should get up, but instead buried his face in her big soft boobs and started sucking on her nipples and squeezing her tits. He sometimes buried his face in her huge cleavage.

Anna was immediately awake and horny. Soon she was being fucked again and was just as loud as the night before. Jackson couldn't believe that she was that loud when she was sober and the entire house was asleep. 

She screamed, "Fuck me!" and "Fuck me, Jackson!" about 30 times.

Jackson fucked her like never before. He had never been so excited.

Then, Anna screamed, "Cum on me , baby! Cum on me!"

Jackson shot cum on Anna's awesome tits and on her cute face. She slowly scooped up the cum and ate it.

Jackson lay there thinking that he had never had sex like that before. He also laughed to himself when he thought that if anyone in the entire house had any doubts about what Anna had been doing, who was doing it to her and how it ended, Anna eliminated the doubt by screaming "Fuck me, Jackson!" and "Cum on me, baby!"

Jackson stumbled into the shower leaving Anna feeling satisfied on the bed. Anna started to think about Jackson while he was in the shower. She loved him so much, but she was worried sick that she would never see him again. That usually happened after she fucked a guy a few times. She tried to think of something she could do to hold on to him.

She decided that she would just tell him how she felt and make sure he knew she cared deeply for him. She had never tried this approach before with any of the guys who fucked her brains out and then disappeared. 

As usual, Anna's thinking was not very organized or clear. In addition to her thoughts about telling Jackson how she felt, she thought that every guy loves a blow job and no guy can resist a girl with a dick in her mouth. She didn't clearly decide what to do before Jackson walked back in the room wearing a towel after his shower. 

As Jackson walked in the room, Anna jumped out of bed and got on her knees in front of him. She started rubbing his cock under his towel.

Anna, looking up at Jackson from her knees, got a serious look on her face and said, "Jackson, we need to talk."

Jackson nodded okay.

Anna continued, "I want to be completely honest with you Jackson. I want you to know that I think you are great and if you need a blow job today or any day, just let me know and I will do it for you. I will be on my knees for you when you call, night or day. I have deep feelings and I want to show you with your dick in my mouth. Is that okay with you, Jackson?"

Confused, Jackson answered, "That would be great, Anna."

She hugged his lower body and started to cry. Jackson tried to think if any girl had ever offered to suck his cock any time, any place he wanted before. He knew that no girl had ever gotten all choked up about sucking his cock before.

Jackson was out on the deck when his friends and others started to wake up. His friends had Jackson tell the story of the jellyfish sting. Everyone was laughing. All of the guys had a lot of laughs talking about Jackson's injury and the way it happened. All men in the conversation agreed that being stung on the penis had to be the worst possible place for a jellyfish sting. 

Then, they moved to the loud fucking sessions at the beach house. Jackson's friends and several of Kate's girl friends gave Jackson a hard time in a joking way about the noise coming from Anna's room. The jokes went on and on.

Finally, Travis, doing a pretty good imitation of Anna, started screaming, "Fuck me, Jackson!" and "Cum on me, baby!" 

Everyone was laughing when Jackson looked up and saw Anna's brother walking away from the crowd back into the house. Jackson was hoping that this guy did not feel the need to defend his sister's honor.

After Anna showered and put on another brand new tiny bikini, she was approached by her brother Robert. Robert said, "Anna, this is really none of my business most of the time, but I am so embarrassed for our family I have to say something. Everybody at the house knows you let that guy you just met fuck you last night and this morning. We all heard you screaming that you wanted him to fuck you and cum on you. It is so humiliating, especially when a lot of the people here are the kids of some of Mom's best friends." 

"Oh, dear!" said Anna. "Do you think other people could hear me?"

"Yeah," said Robert. "I was trying to sleep at the other end of the house and I could hear every word you were screaming. People were awake and talking about you as it was happening."

Anna started to cry. She hated to disappoint her Mom or family. "I am so sorry Robert. I really like this guy and you know I like to have sex sometimes. Maybe, Mom won't hear about it this time."

Robert rolled his eyes. "You usually tell her, Anna. Remember the guy you broke up with because he hurt you by having anal sex with you. You told Mom all about it."

Anna quickly responded, "That guy had a really big dick and it really hurt when I let him buttfuck me. I had to go to the doctor and let him examine my butt! Mom needed to know about that! It was a medical issue."

"Anna, baby, it was a buttfucking injury! You told everyone how you broke up with him while his dick was still in your ass. Then you went to a party the next day and told everyone how it happened."

"Robert, you would have broken up with him too if he had that thing in your ass!" 

"Probably so, baby," laughed Robert. " But, Mom lost her patience when you let other guys buttfuck you before you completely healed and had to go back to the doctor."

Anna innocently replied, "When everyone heard about me letting that guy buttfuck me, they all wanted to do it. I have never been so popular! I didn't think it was a big deal until I had to tell Mom about it again. The way everyone carried on you would think I am the only girl who has ever enjoyed anal sex."

Robert gave her a smile and a hug and said, "I hope this doesn't become the topic of conversation like your other episodes, but I love you and will stick by you no matter what. You may want to lay low today. Maybe some of the girls will forget about it before they get back to town."

Anna smiled through her tears. "You know, I think every girl here has been fucked. I just enjoy it more than most of them."

Robert ended their hug and told her, "That is fine, baby. Just try to be a little more discreet."

Anna said, "I will Robert, I promise," even though she didn't really know what discreet meant.

Anna next went to the kitchen and saw Kate and a couple of their girlfriends. After saying hello, Kate pulled Anna aside to talk to her privately. Kate said, "Anna honey, I thought you were going to play hard to get with Jackson."

"I did, Kate. I didn't even talk to him until late yesterday and it worked! He told me this morning I was beautiful!"

Kate said, "Wow. That is wonderful. I was afraid you might have jumped into a sexual relationship a little too quickly."

Anna thought for a minute and said, "You know, I think the sex helped a lot. Jackson's actual words this morning were, "You look beautiful with a dick in your mouth."

"How did you react to that?'Kate asked.

Looking baffled by the question, Anna hesitantly replied, "I said, 'Thank you.'"

Kate looked worried and said, "Anna, saying you look beautiful with a dick in your mouth is different than saying you are beautiful."

Anna said, "I know, but it is close to the same thing, isn't it? I had his dick in my mouth when he said it, so it had to mean that I looked beautiful!"

Kate didn't have a response to that.

Anna continued, "Anyway, his comment made me remember how much guys like it when I have their dicks in my mouth. I told him how I feel about him and told him I would give him a blowjob whenever he wants! I think this will really work for me this time. I love Jackson and he knows it."

Kate quietly tried to help her friend by asking slowly, "Have you ever heard about a girl saying no to sex because she is worried that the guy would not respect her in the morning?

"Yeah," said Anna, "but I never really understood the point of that. Most every guy I have known would rather have me suck his dick or fuck him that night than worry about respect."

Kate rolled her eyes and said, "Anna, you are a beautiful girl with a lot going for you, but guys don't hang around because they think you are a slut."

Anna got tears in her eyes and said, "I thought guys liked it when I act like a slut."

Kate said, "They do at the time, but then they don't hang around because they don't want to seriously date a slut. You aren't a slut. You just are a little too nice to guys sometimes. . . . Maybe, you are a little too giving most of the time."

Anna moaned, "This is all too complicated. I thought I was supposed to be nice and giving to people. Now I find out that is wrong. I don't get it. I also don't know when I can enjoy sex without being a slut. I think I may have made a mistake when I told Jackson I would suck his cock whenever he asks."

With that, Anna started to cry and went back to her room. She spent the rest of the day avoiding Jackson and just sunbathing on the deck or the beach. 

Jackson assumed she was embarrassed to have everyone hear her scream during sex the night before. He was afraid that she was mad at him for taking advantage of her when she was drunk or something. He thought she knew what she was doing and she was certainly sober the next morning, but he was never sure what women were thinking. 

He couldn't believe his luck in meeting a girl who simply loved to fuck. He thought she was perfect except she wasn't too smart. He kept thinking about a beautiful, rich girl offering to suck his dick whenever he called.

Late in the afternoon, Jackson went over to where Anna was sunbathing on the deck. He said simply, "Anna, do you want to ride back to Houston together?"

Her face lit up and she said, "You want me to ride with you?"

"Yes, if you are not mad at me or something."

Anna said cheerfully, "I am not mad at you at all. Everybody said that you would not respect me in the morning, but this morning you came all over me and I ate it. I didn't see any problem with respect."

Jackson wasn't sure what she was talking about, but it sounded pretty good to him.

They drove home in Jackson's car and spent the night in Anna's big luxury apartment. They had sex again that was loud and athletic as the sex at the beach.

Jackson woke up early on Monday morning with a boner, but he thought he had better get home to get cleaned up for work. Anna tried to start some sex, but he stayed strong. However, when she offered to make him coffee and some breakfast, he gave in. He wasn't really ready to go and she was wearing only some sexy white lingerie when she offered to cook. 

The bra was white and lacy. It showed a huge amount of her heavy tits. The panties matched the bra and were tiny.

Jackson could not stop looking at Anna's big tits bouncing as she moved around the kitchen. Her bra just pushed the big boobs up and made them bounce with even the smallest movement.

As he drank his coffee, Anna ran in the bedroom and came out a moment later wearing red high heel shoes. The heels were very high. They were very sexy. Anna modeled them for him. Jackson's dick got hard.

After checking on the breakfast, Anna came to the table in front of Jackson and handed him a gold tube of lipstick. Anna bent at the waist showing Jackson some absolutely gorgeous cleavage and then said, "Put the red lipstick on me, baby. It matches my shoes. I like to wear it when I suck a beautiful dick."

Anna puckered her lips and for the first time in his life Jackson slowly, carefully applied the lipstick to a woman's lips. It was unbelievably sexy. Her bright red lips perfectly matched her shoes.

Anna stood in front of him, unhooked and removed her bra and said, "I want to suck your dick until you cum all over me again! Then, I will eat it again."

Jackson just stood up and dropped his shorts as he watched Anna's big boobs sway in front of her. His big cock was hard and came popping out of his underwear. Anna went to her knees in front of him, laughed at the big cock popping up in front of her face and immediately wrapped her bright red lips around his hard cock.

Jackson said, "Suck that dick, Anna! "I love how you look with a hard cock in your mouth. Suck it hard, baby!"

Anna pulled her red lips off of his cock and said, "Jackson, would it make me too slutty if I asked you to call me a cocksucker while I sucked on your dick? Some guys have called me a cocksucking whore while I do them. I like that."

Jackson's cock got even harder as he grabbed her blonde head and said, "Suck my cock you cocksucking whore! Suck it you nasty cunt!"

Anna just moaned as she sucked.

Anna wanted to give Jackson the best blowjob he had ever had. She put everything she had into sucking his cock. Her head was bobbing up and down on the cock like a piston. Anna was on the verge of having an orgasm from just the nasty thrill of sucking his cock. 

Before long, Jackson cried, "I am cumming, Anna!"

He pulled out of her mouth and shot a huge load of cum on her pretty face. Some ended up in her hair and some dripped down off of her face onto her beautiful bare breasts. 

Just as he finished, the doorbell to the apartment rang. Anna was still horny. She said, "Watch this, baby. I will go to the door like this with cum on my face. I don't know who this is, but I did it with the pizza guy once and it was really fun."

Jackson quickly slipped on his shorts and said, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, it will be sexy and fun. Some maintenance man will get a thrill!"

Anna walked to the door wearing just her tiny white panties and red high heels. She swung the door wide open and sort of struck a sexy pose in the doorway revealing her breasts and face covered in cum to the visitor. 

Anna said, "Oops!"

Jackson watched as Anna silently looked out the door for a moment and finally said, "Hi, Mom. Come on in."

Jackson felt a surge of panic when he heard Anna say hi to her mom thinking about trying to explain why Anna was almost naked and covered in cum. This was not the way to meet a parent. 

It got a lot worse when he watched as his best and biggest client, Jane Johnson, walked into the apartment. He thought, "Oh my God! Anna's mother is Mrs. Johnson!" 

Jackson had been managing Mrs. Johnson's money and energy companies for several years and it was a mutually successful and profitable relationship. Jackson felt like he could see the money he made working for Mrs. Johnson flying out the door.

Mrs. Johnson walked in looking attractive and elegant and with a look of surprise said, "Jackson, what are you doing here at my daughter's apartment?"

Anna was making no effort to cover her bare breasts much to Jackson's dismay. Anna said, "Mom, you know Jackson?"

"Yes," replied Mrs. Johnson. 

Then, turning back to Jackson, Mrs. Johnson asked, "Why is my daughter naked with my financial advisor?"

Anna jumped in and said, "Jackson spent the night with me, so he has already seen my breasts. Who is your financial advisor?"

Mrs. Johnson then turned to Anna and said, "What do you have all over you, Anna?

"It is sperm, Mom."

"Please try to clean yourself up, dear," Mrs. Johnson said to Anna. "Maybe I should ask Jackson why his sperm is all over my naked daughter."

Jackson stammered and stumbled for answers.

In the meantime, Anna scooped a big glob of cum off of one of her breasts with one of her French manicured hands and looked for a place to put it. Not seeing anywhere to wipe her hand, she scooped the cum into her mouth and swallowed. 

She ate a second scoop of sperm before Mrs. Johnson said, "Anna, please don't eat sperm in front of me. Get a rag, please."

"Oh, Mom, you must know I have swallowed sperm before!" Anna said as she scooped some more cum into her mouth off of her cheek. "It is no big deal to me."

'Knowing that you probably eat sperm and watching you do it are very different things for a parent, dear," Mrs. Johnson replied. "Would you please put on your bra or a blouse too dear? You are embarrassing me."

"I will for you. It is not a big deal since everybody here has seen my boobs before," said Anna.

Jackson said, "Mrs. Johnson, I had no idea Anna was your daughter. We met and really hit it off."

Mrs. Johnson said, "I heard that you hit it off with my young daughter so well you made her howl like a whore at a party this weekend. Everyone on the beach apparently knew you were fornicating with my daughter just after you met her."

Anna took exception to her Mom's comments to Jackson. "Mom, it is not Jackson's fault I made too much noise. I just really enjoyed it when he . . . stuck his thing in me. I don't know what fornicating is, but Jackson was as nice as he could be to me, so it is unfair of you to accuse him of fornicating with me."

Mrs. Johnson looked exasperated and said, "Anna, I have told you before about fornicating. Jackson sticking his penis in you was fornication."

Anna said as she was heaving and swinging her heavy breasts back into her bra, "Oh, sorry Mom. I thought it was fucking."

"It was Anna."

"Well now I am really confused," Anna said.

Mrs. Johnson turned to Jackson and said, "You need to leave my daughter alone and our professional relationship is over."

Jackson took one last longing look at Anna's giant tits and started to go get his bag so that he could leave. Then, Anna started to cry and said to her mother, "Mom, I love Jackson and I promised to suck his cock anytime he calls. You don't want me to break my promises do you?"

Mrs. Johnson thought for a moment and said, "Jackson, I see a solution to several problems. As long as my daughter wants to see you exclusively and you keep her out of trouble, you can continue to be my advisor. She can keep her . . . promise to you if she wishes which I am sure you will enjoy. If you cheat on her, she gets in any type of trouble, is the subject of any more scandals or becomes unhappy with you for any reason, we are through. Deal?"

Jackson thought about the almost impossible task of keeping Anna out of trouble, but decided that the amazing sex and the money were worth a try. "Deal," he replied.

Anna looked at the two of them as she swallowed another scoop of cum off her chin and said, "Will someone tell me what is happening?"