Confessions by Selena Kitt Page B

her hair falling over her face. He was close to coming, I could hear it in his voice, and then he whispered it, "Fuck! I'm gonna come!"
    and he pulled out of her pussy, leaving it wet and gaping as he began to shoot hot, white spurts of cum all over her ass.
    She moaned and rolled her hips like she liked the feel of it running down the crack of her ass, through the wet, pink cleft of her pussy, and I couldn't hold back anymore, hearing him cum, watching waves of it erupting from the thick head of his cock, and I was coming, too, right there on the couch, my hips bucking and twisting, my whole body trembling.
    Feeling guilty again, I quickly pulled my jeans up and turned off the movie. I watched MTV and fell asleep on the couch until they got home. I couldn't even look at him when they paid me. But I do remember, the next week when I went to babysit, he asked me, "Did you like the movies we rented last week?" I froze and blinked at him and he winked. "I noticed you didn't rewind them." Ah, the days before DVDs. VCR tapes told tales.
    Meekly, I apologized, but my whole body flushed at the hot look in his eyes. He was about to say something, but his wife came in and he didn't have the opportunity. I knew, then, that he'd imagined me doing just what I did on his couch that night, and the thought made me wet. They didn't leave any porn this time, but I didn't need it. I stretched out on the couch and touched myself again that night, remembering the way he looked at me…

Confessions: First Blowjob
    I got myself into a lot of trouble while I was babysitting. That's probably where the idea for Babysitting the Baumgartners came from in the first place. I actually had an affair with a married man while I was babysitting for his kids. He drove me home every weekend after I babysat for him and his wife's two kids. It was innocent and fun at first.
    Just simple flirting, his hand on my knee.
    Was I attracted to him? Yes. Very. He made my stomach fill with butterflies. It grew, this feeling, this thing. We started parking down the block from my house and kissing. That progressed to touching. I ached every time I stopped him and we drove the rest of the way to my house so he could drop me off. I inevitably ended up in my bed those nights, rubbing my soaking wet pussy to a delicious, mind-blowing orgasm, imagining just what happened one night soon after in the front seat of his car.
    It was the first time I'd ever had a cock in my mouth. I'd had plenty of them in my hand or rubbing up against me in the dark. But I'd never been brave enough and the boys I'd been with had never been bold enough, and so I'd never actually tasted the thick length of a cock before. Until that night. This man-let's call him David-parked the car down the block, like we'd been doing. We proceeded to kiss and touch and do all those things we'd been doing for the past few weeks.
    I had his cock in my hand, stroking it fast and hard, making him moan as he shoved my skirt up and pulled my panties aside. I'd learned quickly to wear skirts instead of jeans, giving his probing fingers easy access to my aching pussy. He almost inevitably made me come within a few minutes, shuddering against him, squeezing his dick in my hand until pre-cum leaked from the tip.
    That night, he didn't stop after that first one. He grabbed me, my hair in his hand, pulling my head back so he could kiss me-hard-his tongue probing deep into my mouth. His fingers kept pistoning in and out of my flesh, his thumb rubbing my throbbing little clit, and I twisted and arched against him, aching for that second come, working for it, rocking on his hand and begging, please, please, please.
    That's when he lowered my mouth slowly to his lap. I remember understanding what he wanted, but being afraid. Afraid I'd do it wrong, or not know how. It really didn't matter, though. He was good at guiding me, sliding my mouth down onto his cock. I remember gagging a little, feeling him back off, catching my breath.