The phone shrilled loudly and Julie let out a groan of despair.  It was a little
after six o'clock, so odds were good that the caller would be Mrs. Seaver,
letting the babysitter know she'd be late again.  It was becoming all too common
since Mrs. Seaver had been made the fill-in anchor at Channel 5.  And with Dr.
Seaver in Hawaii for a convention, it left Julie to watch after little Chrissy. 
Sure there were the Seaver kids, but Mike was too caught up in himself and Carol
spent all her time locked in that little girl-ish bedroom, starving herself and
pining away for some boy who probably had no idea she even existed, leaving Julie
to do all the childcare.  Of course, Ben was around to, but thirteen year olds
are good for playing video games and farting. Julie tripped over a pair of
sneakers, stumbling into the couch. Crying out, she looked back ready to curse
Ben, but the shoes were too large, meaning it had to be Mike.  Telling him off
under her breath, she twisted back to shrieking phone.  Flipping her long, silky
blonde hair aside, she pulled the receiver to her ear, "Seavers, this is Julie,
may I help you?" "Julie," Maggie Seaver sighed, "I'm glad you answered.  Bernie's
got some kind of Jamaican flu, so I've gotta fill in for him tonight.  Do you
think you can watch Chrissy and make sure Ben gets some dinner?" "Sure," she
responded, trying to hide her displeasure. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, no problem."
"You don't have any plans?" "No," she confessed, painfully aware of how pathetic
she seemed.  Her plans had been to do homework and maybe read some more of trashy
novel. "A pretty girl like you and no plans," Maggie said aloud, "That's a shame.
 Well thank you very much.  You're a life saver, Julie." "Sure, bye," Julie
returned the phone to its cradle and got up, spinning her ankle to see if she had
twisted it on Mike's shoe. She studied for a bit before she checked on Chrissy. 
The baby needed changing and feeding.  After she finished, she made Ben pork
chops and Macaroni and Cheese.  The two of them ate, with the boy talking
endlessly about nothing that interested her.  The phone rang and she leapt up
again, taking it.  It was one of Carol's dweeb-ish little friends.  She called up
to the little brat and went back to the table. Ben knocked his napkin to the
floor and bent to retrieve it.  As she rose, she noticed the boy's eyes, they
were locked on her cleavage.  She tossed the napkin to him and his eyes averted
quickly.  As they continued dinner, she saw his gaze shift repeatedly to her
tank-top and the cavern her c-cup breasts created. "Do you want more milk?"
"Sure," he said, pulling his eyes away from her chest. When she returned with the
milk, the boy let his napkin fall to the floor again.  The little pervert, she
thought.  But it was kind of flattering, and the most attention she had received
in weeks.  Reaching over Ben's shoulder, she placed the milk on the table, being
certain to press her breasts against the back of the boys head.  He twisted his
head up to say thank you, but twisted suddenly when he realized what was wrapped
around his ears. Julie bent again, this time at the knees and retrieved his
napkin for him.  The boy's eyes unabashedly were on her breasts, which were now
sporting stiff nipples.  She saw the bulge in the thirteen year old's pants and
smiled.  She lifted the napkin and placed it on his lap, being sure to flatten it
with her hand.  Ben sat up suddenly, his eyes alive with worry.  Julie stood
again and took her plate to the sink.  As she washed it, she heard him get up and
call out, "I'm all done, Julie, I'm going to my room." Julie smiled knowingly. 
Well at least someone was getting there rocks off around here, she thought.  She
took his glass of milk and placed it in the refrigerator for later.  She then
finished the dishes and retired to the living room where she studied for an hour
and then read for an hour from her bodice-ripping novel. She just finished a hot
love scene when she heard the baby cry again. Grumbling, she trotted up the
stairs.  She checked on the baby, changing it and holding it for awhile before
the small child slept again.  As Julie headed for the stairs she passed by Ben's
room.  She wondered if he was still awake.  It was unusual for him to go to his
room all night.  He rarely did homework and often spent much of his time
downstairs vegetating by the television.  She stepped near the door and heard his
bed creaking.  Fighting to laugh, she realized she had probably sent the boy on a
masturbating frenzy.  Suddenly she had an idea. Quietly, she trotted down the
back staircase and retrieved the boy's glass of milk.  She climbed the stairs and
again listened at the door. The creaking and now heavy breathing were plainly
evident.  Twisting the knob gently, she realized the door was unlocked.  This
would be fun, she thought.  Pushing the door forward, she stepped into the room
calling out, "Ben, you forgot to drink your milk." The thirteen year old froze in
mid-stroke.  His pants and underwear lay crumpled on the floor beside the bed. 
He was reclining on his motorbike bedspread, one hand wrapped around his stiff
dick.  He looked up in total shock at the perky blonde holding the milk.  His
face was flush with exertion, but the change occurring had to have been
embarrassment. "Oh, I'm so sorry," Julie said, faking shock. "J…Ju..Julie," the
boy barely managed to say, frantically trying to cover his hard-on with his
T-shirt.  "I was . . . just, um . . .checking myself for. . ." Julie's eyes were
on the boy's surprisingly nice hard-on.  She guessed he was at least five inches,
which wasn't too bad.  Her last boyfriend had been about that big.  She pushed
the door shut behind herself. " I was just. . ." "Jerking off, Ben," she said,
coming toward his bed.  She placed the milk on his nightstand.  "It's okay." "It
is?"  he answered, confused. "Sure, all boys do it." "They do?" "Who were you
thinking about?" Ben looked away from her, his face turning red again.  "No one."
"What, Ben?  Com'on, we all think about people when we play with ourselves.  Was
it me?" "It was," he said, not looking up. "That's so flattering," she told him,
leaning forward.  "What were we doing?" "You were . . .um. . .sucking . . on my.
. ." "I was blowing you" she said, pulling his hands away from his still stiff
dick.  Her lips wrapped around the boy's dick and he let out a gasp.  She rolled
her tongue around his helmet and his body became rigid.  Her eyes caught his and
he quickly averted them.  She pulled her mouth away, her delicate hand stroking
his erection.  "Look at my eyes while I suck your dick.  It turns me on." "Okay,"
he whispered as her mouth engulfed his dick again.  She easily swallowed him,
having taken guys twice as thick and almost double the length.  Her lips formed
an oh and she slowly slid up and down his shaft until her nose touched his small
thicket of pubic hair.  Pulling away, she stood and he looked up shocked. "Spread
your legs," Julie told Ben, as the babysitter knelt on the bed, between his legs.
 Stroking his cock slowly, she knew young boys blew instantly, she licked his
soft balls and then resumed her blow job.  She carried on for no more than three
minutes, before he whispered he was gonna come.  Taking this cue, Julie sped up
considerably, increasing her lip pressure and squeezing his balls.  Ben let out a
grunt and dropped his small load into her mouth.  She milked the boy's dick with
her tongue and lips, getting every drop out. Julie rose up, searching the boy's
face for his feelings.  It wasn't a great mystery.  He was looking at her as
though she had just given him a million dollars.  "How'd you like it?"
"Incredible," he mumbled, still staring at her mouth.  He couldn't believe she
had sucked his dick, let alone swallowed his come.  He thought girls hated it.
Julie leaned back on her knees, wiping at her mouth.  That was quite a bit of
fun, she thought, but sucking dicks isn't what got her off.  She wondered if she
had gone too far blowing him, but at that point it was too late.  The boy's eyes
fell back onto her chest and she decided, she might at well give him a thrill and
see if he could give her the big O. Reaching into her pants, she pulled her
tank-top up and the boy let out an audible, "Ohmigosh." "What do you think about
doing something for me?" She leaned forward and the boy's hands hesitantly went
to her large breasts.  He clumsily kneaded them and pushed them in circles.  "Rub
them gently, Ben.  In fact, put your lips on my nipple." "Sure," the thirteen
year old said, leaning up and wrapping his lips on her tit.  This was something
any guy could do, she thought.  It always felt heavenly.  After a few seconds,
she twisted around and laid on the bed, with him sucking on her breast.  Julie's
hands went to her jeans and unbuttoned them.  Her fingers slid to her moist
cavern.  Ben did his best suckling her breasts while she frigged her own clit.
"Can I touch your pussy?"  the boy asked.  Julie took his hand and pushed it
under her wet underwear.  "Oh, it's so wet?" "Rub right there," she told him. 
She pushed his face back to her breast and he resumed sucking.  Minutes later
Julie found herself having a good, but not fantastic orgasm. "Oh, that's good,
Ben," she told him.  "You can stop now." He reluctantly pulled away from her and
looked over her body, unconsciously tugging on his already stiff dick.  Julie sat
up and re-buttoned her pants and pulled her top back down.  She looked at the boy
as he slowly jerked off.  "Can you do that again?" "What the hell," she said,
leaning forward and sucking him off again. It only took two minutes before he
came.  Rising up, she thanked him and told him they could do this again if he was
good, but he'd have to not tell anybody.  Naturally, he agreed and she left his
room. Returning downstairs, she found Carol sitting on the sofa stuffing herself
with ice cream.  She paused briefly, wondering if Carol could smell Ben's musky
odor or even her own, emanating from her jeans.  Oh well, she figured.  Once when
she was a teen she had taken a faceful of come from her best friend's father and
then immediately had dinner with the family.  Julie settled down on the couch
beside Carol. "Where have you been?" "Upstairs," Julie responded. "Doing what?"
"Helping Benny with his homework." "Hmmm." Julie shrugged and ignored the little
ice cream shoveling porker.  As they watched television, Julie shifted on sofa,
rubbing her thighs together.  The frigging from Ben hadn't been enough.  She was
still so horny.  She picked up her book and retreated to the back of the room to
at least read about people getting some.  Awhile later Carol returned to her room
and Julie took advantage of the empty room by working herself off again.  She
fell asleep soon after. The unlocking of the front door, awakened Julie.  She sat
upright and smiled sleepily at Maggie.  They discussed Chrissy and Ben and then
Maggie told her good night and headed upstairs.  From upstairs, she called down
and told Julie she was welcome to sleep on the couch, rather than drive all the
way home.  Julie decided she might take her up on that offer.  She'd have to get
a blanket from the closet though and she got up.  As she had earlier, she tripped
over Mike's shoes, toppling to the floor and banging her knee. Grimacing, she got
up again and grabbed Mike's shoes. Storming through the house, she went to Mike's
room above the garage. The lights were on, as she expected.  She slammed her
first against the door and heard him call, "Enter." Throwing open the door, she
raged, "Dammit, Mike, why can't you pick up your crap!" She hurled one of the
shoes into the room as she stepped it.  Looking toward the bed in the smallish
loft, she did not see him.  She twisted about, "Where the hell are you?  I've
tripped twice on these." Mike came out of  his bathroom, towel wrapped around his
waist.  Julie paused, upon seeing his muscled chest.  He wasn't huge, but he was
cut. He was still wet with moisture, obviously having just finished a shower. 
Julie felt a familiar tingle in her loins. "What?" he asked in his whiny,
high-pitched voice. "You leave your shit everywhere," she told him. "So," he
said, placing one hand on his hip, the other holding the towel. "So  hurt myself
tripping on this, you shithead," Julie yelled, tossing the shoe at him.  He
bobbled it with one hand and made a decision she found unusual but quite
satisfying.  He reached up with his other hand. The shoe was caught and the towel
fell.  Mike Seaver's whole reason for living came into view and Julie was
pleasantly surprised.  It was flaccid and at least six inches long.  Being
narcissistic, he kept his chest and most of his pubes shaved.  Julie did not even
try to look away. "Hey!" "Quite nice," Julie said, with as much seduction as she
could muster. "What?" he said as he reached for the fallen towel. "No," she told
him. "What?" "Keep it where it fell," she instructed him, letting her gaze wander
his body. "Julie," he whined.  "You're making me feel weird.  This isn't fair.
I'm naked." "Why don't I join you," she said, hauling her tank-top off. "Oh my
god," the young man bellowed, his dick rising to signal his approval. She walked
toward him and kissed his lips softly.  Mike kissed back, reaching for her head
and holding her as his tongue delved into her mouth.  She giggled, thinking not
more than a few hours ago her lips had been wrapped around his brother's dick. 
He pulled away, complaining, "Hey?  What are you laughing at?" "Nothing," she
cooed, grasping his dick.  "Let's see how big this thing can get." Julie led Mike
across the room to his bed.  She collapsed backward onto the bed, her big tits
sliding to the sides of her body.  Mike was almost at full mast, eight inches,
and he absentmindedly stroked at his cock. He wanked many nights thinking about
fucking Julie and now was his chance. "Jack off for me, Mike," she insisted,
unbuttoning her pants.  Mike was not one to let the girl down.  He licked his
palm and slid it up and down his stiff member.  Julie licked her lips watching
the boy fisting his rigid cock.  She couldn't wait to have it in her.  It had
been at least four years since she had been fucked by a dick that big and that
had been a silly teenage boy with no self-control.  She watched him work it for a
minute, with her hand inside her jeans, rubbing her sopping bush. Julie sat up
and stopped his masturbation.  She wrapped her own delicate hand around his
throbbing dick and worked up and down on his slick member.  Mike reached down,
cupping Julie's large breasts.  She felt his thumbs flicking over her nipples and
she smiled up at him with lust.  "You want me to suck your cock?" "No," he told
her, lowering to his knees.  "I wanna make you wild." Julie smiled and allowed
his lips to brush across her nipples.  He clamped down on one and pulled it
gently, causing Julie to squeal. After a few minutes of oral ministrations, he
descended further, kissing her soft stomach.  Yanking at her jeans, he pulled the
tight Levi's past her creamy hips.  Leaning back, he pressed his lips and nose
into her soaked panties.  Rubbing up and down he groaned his approval.  Not
willing to pull his face or probing tongue from her wet underwear, he pulled her
jeans off, over her tennis shoes with difficulty.  Jeans off, he pushed her
thighs apart and Julie willingly parted them.  His mouth brushed over her sopped
silks. "You're dripping wet," he said with glee, thinking it was due to him. Let
him think that, she thought, reveling in the first good attention her pussy had
received in months.  Pushing the silk aside, he slipped his tongue along her
engorged lips, lapping at her come.  Julie let him know how much she approved,
egging him on.  He did just that, sucking at her cunt until the girl was near
exploding. "Let's get these wet things off," he told her, grasping her black
undies.  She lifted her small ass up and let him haul the material off her.  He
returned to her body, applying long kisses to her soft thighs. Julie writhed
under Mike's attention, while she played with her own nipples.  Finally, his
mouth fell on her hard clit and she wailed in pleasure. "Oh suck my clitty,
Mike," she urged him, thrusting herself up to his mouth.  He did just that for
the next five minutes, occasionally, intermixing his middle finger in the depths
of her cunny.  The blonde babysitter raised her ass off the bed, to match his
short finger strokes, her tennis shoes, digging into the edge of his bed.  Mike
added another finger.  Soon she had three fingers slopping in and out of her cunt
and she thought she would blow her head off as her orgasm approached.  Mike's
lips fell on her clitoris and this insured the orgasm. As the tingling subsided,
Mike rose over her, hands slick with her juices.  He ran his hands up her thighs
and down her waist, finally grasping her big breasts.  She told him how great it
felt, her hands covering her matted black pussy hair, fingers tickling her still
energized slit.  Her hands, covered with her cunt juice wrapped around his
semi-hard prick.  She slowly jerked him off, while he massaged her tits.  "I
can't wait for you to fuck me with this thing, Mike." "Think I can still get that
blow, Julie?" "You bet," she told him, scooting forward and wrapping her lips
around his thick dick.  It was much more than Ben's dick and quite a bit harder
for her to swallow it, but her deep-throating took over and before she knew it,
Mike's big dick was slamming into the back of her throat.  He held the blonde
angel's head as she sucked his long schlong, looking down and admiring the
sensuous sight of her perfect mouth stretched to accommodate his pecker.  She was
infinitely better at this than any girl he had ever been with.  Pulling away, a
string of saliva still connecting her to his member, she pushed Mike onto his
back. Once settled back, Julie straddled him and grabbed the base of his thick
dick.  He reached behind her, grabbing her soft ass.  With Mike's bulbous head at
her gaping pussy lips, she let out a sigh slithered down on it.  Julie arched her
back and hissed, looking skyward.  It was heavenly, she thought.  Mike's big dick
reached places in her that hadn't been touched in years.  Slowly, she pulled up
and settled back down.  After a few more strokes, she began to get more
rambunctious. Julie's big tits flopped about as she impaled herself on Mike
Seaver's dick.  Mike reached out, squeezing her tits roughly as she rode him,
crying out, "Too good, too good, too good.  Yes, that big dick, Mike. Oh yes!"
"Oh, I'm gonna come," he complained after another minute of her slamming her
tight pussy on his dick.  Julie pulled back suddenly and lifted herself off his
dick.  She crouched over him and now squatting, settled back onto him.  Mike
groaned again and she whipped her head about, telling him to rub her clit too. 
He did and she grumbled she was coming again.  She stopped riding him and settled
down, his thick rod buried to the hilt in her cunt. "I wanna feel you pound me
with this great dick," she told him in a grunting voice.  Climbing off him, she
fell back on the bed and spread her legs lewdly.  Mike knelt between her legs and
looked down at her hairy, gaping, gushing cunt.  He slid his hands up her thighs
and calves, noting she still had her shoes and socks on.  He placed her ankles on
his shoulders and Julie guided Mike's dick into her snatch. Knowing he wouldn't
last long, he decided he'd give it to her just as she asked and he began
violently thrusting himself into her.  Julie's head rocked, eyes rolled back,
face one big grin.  With his hands on either side of her, Mike fucked the
babysitter with long hard strokes. Julie's ass, rocked up to meet him, her tits
jiggling with his mighty shoves. "Fuck me harder, Mike," she told him grabbing
him behind the head. "You want it harder, bitch?" "Yeah, fuck my cunt hard,
baby," she told him, liking the dirty talk. Mike redoubled his efforts,
increasing the pounding he was giving her pussy.   "HARDER, HARDER, HARDER, YOU
MOTHERFUCKER!" "I'm giving you everything, cunt!" "HARDER!  HARDER!  HARDER!"
Deciding she would go for it, Mike suddenly leaned back and flipped Julie's legs
over his head and to the side.  Half his dick was still in her steaming tunnel as
she landed on her side.  Pushing her completely onto her stomach, he straddled
her thighs and bore all his weight into Julie's pussy from behind.  Clutching her
shoulders, he grunted and thrust over her, with Julie looking back at him, eyes
ablaze with passion.  "FUCK ME LIKE A SLUT!" "YOU LOVE IT FROM BEHIND, CUNT!" he
roared into her ear, pushing as deeply as he could get. "YES!  YES! YES!  NOW MY
ASS!  FUCK ME IN THE ASS!" "Uggggggghhhhhhh.  I'mmmmm  commminnnng!" Mike lost it
at that point, come gushing from his dick as he continued to push into her.  He
had never talked dirty before, never done a girl from behind before and certainly
never had one demand he butt fuck her.  He thrust still, wringing as much as
possible from his piece. "So good," she mumbled, face pressed into a pillow. 
Mike collapsed onto her back.  Their sweat commingled and she felt his great
serpent slip from her come filled pussy. "That was incredible, Julie," Mike told
the babysitter.  They slowly slipped off to sleep too spent to even consider
fucking again.