Untamed Passion

RAW DESIRE

The kids were asleep and Miranda had gone straight to bed when we got home…it happened every time somebody brought a bottle of Captain Morgan’s to one of the parties. I knew damned well she was down for the night, and I would have to wait until tomorrow before I was going to get any relief.

Miranda’s friends were tease freaks, flaunting their bodies at the parties and rubbing up against all the guys. I usually managed to get in a few cheep feels and there were always little touchy feely games going on, but it wasContent rights belong to NôvelDrama.Org.

all in fun…until you got home and your wife passed out when you had a raging hardon. I knew it was either jack off or do without, so I was not in a particularly good mood when I got home. On top of everything else, I was going to have to pay the babysitter, a job Miranda usually took care of.

After I half carried Miranda into the bedroom and poured her into our bed, I came back out into the living room and headed for the bar. Ginger, our freckled eighteen year old babysitter, followed me over to the bar and sat down with her arms on top of the long mahogany bar I had built myself. I poured four fingers of Russell’s Reserve Rye whiskey into a tumbler and took a deep swallow.

“She had a little too much again did she?” Ginger asked with a wry grin.

“Hell yes,” I said, “you’d think I’d know better by now, but I let myself get all fired up and now I’m gonna have to wait til tomorrow.” I shook my head, it was an old story and I was used to it. I didn’t like it, but I was used to it.

Ginger reached across the bar, exposing an uncomfortable expanse of bare freckled flesh as her sundress pulled down when she leaned over, and took my rye from my hand. I looked at her, mildly surprised, and warned her that it was straight rye whiskey.

“I know,” she said, taking a healthy swallow, “this is what I sneak from my dad’s bar every chance I get.” She set the square crystal tumbler back on the shiny surface of the bar. She looked me squarely in the eye. “Why do you let them do that to you when you know she’s going to be too drunk to play when you get home?”

I was more than a little embarrassed because my eighteen year old babysitter was staring at and referring to the large and obvious woodie in my shorts. I could have ignored her, and I probably should have, but it was spoken in a challenging manner and I’d had a few drinks myself that night.

“Not that you’d understand anything about it young lady, but I enjoy playing and teasing with those ladies and we’ve been doing it for a long time…and it’s not always a given that Miranda will get squiffy. Most of the time we do just fine after you leave. By the way, aren’t you due home pretty soon now?”

“Nope,” Ginger said, taking another swallow of my drink and exposing a disturbing amount of skin once more…I couldn’t call it cleavage really, her breasts were small but well shaped. “Mom and Dad are out of town for the weekend.” Her green eyes captured mine. “What makes you think I wouldn’t understand what goes on at those parties?” She threw her shoulders back and thrust her small breasts forward, and then lifted her foot to the top rung of the barstool she was sitting on. The skirt of the sundress rose, exposing more milky white freckled skin than I had ever seen before on the babysitter who had been working for us for two years.

Her eyes had never left my hardon, and I was getting uncomfortably warm as my dirty old man’s mind took in the ripe lushness of her body and the flushed look to her face. Her lips seemed to have swelled and they were parted suggestively. Hard nipples poked against the soft cloth of the sundress and suddenly she wasn’t a kid any more.

“Oh shit,” I said, staring at the protruding nipples and sensing danger.

Ginger smiled and tugged at the elastic below her breasts, bringing the top down perilously close to exposing one of the pink nipples that I was already imagining. She moved closer to me. “Last week I danced naked at the lake party,” she said. “Mr. Harrelson saw me and he didn’t say a word…”

I have to admit I was shaken. Tom Harrelson was a neighbor who I’d been friends with for years…hell I’d fondled his wife’s tits not two hours ago and she’d groped my cock. To think he’d watched Ginger dance naked made my cock even harder.

She had a mysterious little smile on her face, she knew she had my undivided attention. “Mr. Anderson has a pretty big cock too,” she said, still staring at mine. Her next words sent a shiver through my body that I couldn’t control. “His cum tastes like almonds.” Ginger was moving now, moving towards me and my feet were rooted to the floor.

I watched in rapt fascination as her delicate fingers reached for the hem of her sundress and tugged it over her head in one smooth motion. The move was so slick she must have practiced it for hours in front of a mirror. I know, I’m an adult, I’m supposed to be in total control of my baser urges, master of my emotions. It wasn’t working…I was as horny as a high

schooler faced with his first piece of ass. Ginger had me in the palm of her hand and she knew it.

“I like the taste of cum anyway,” Ginger said softly, “I can’t seem to help myself when I see a hard cock.” Her fingers reached out and traced my erection through my shorts. “I get all wet inside and my mouth waters,” she whispered, “and I need to feel it inside my mouth and in my throat.” She curled her fingers around the shaft, squeezing me, moving her tempting soft body closer to mine.

I could see that she shaved her pussy, not a single ginger colored hair showed. There was a light sprinkling of freckles over her entire pale body, but it didn’t detract from her looks at all. She looked sleek, and the muscles in her slim body were taut and made her move in a sexy, feline way far older than her years should have allowed.

She went to her knees in front of me, and I was helpless to stop her as she unfastened my shorts and took my erect penis into her two small hands. The intelligent green eyes fastened on mine once more. “I think,” she said,

stroking me softly, “that if I’m going to suck your dick I should call you

Adam.” Before I could say a word she had engulfed my cock all the way down to where her nose was bumping my pelvic bone…something no woman has ever been able to do to me before. Any remote chance of my salvation fled from my body in that instant.

I stared down at her puffed out cheeks as she sucked me with consummate skill…she knew how to bring me to the ragged edge of orgasm and then let me fall off to normal as she took my balls into her mouth and toyed with my ass. My shorts were on the floor and she had managed to make me lie down on the deep pile of the carpet with my legs spread wide as she eagerly explored my body with her lips and tongue before going back to my cock

and bringing me to a peak again.

My eyes were bulging and I was going out of my skull with pleasure…this damned teen babysitter was more skilled than any woman I had ever encountered, including some professionals I had met when I was younger and more foolish. “Are you going to give it to me Adam?” she asked me. Her eyes had taken on a wicked cast and her voice was mischievous. “Are you going to cum in my mouth so I can taste how good you are?”

Clawing at the carpet, I tried hard not to cum, but Ginger was too damned good at this. The tip of my swollen cock erupted, my load quickly filling her small mouth to overflowing. It didn’t matter on whit to her, Ginger was gulping loudly as she held my thick rod in both hands, her eyes riveted to mine. When my cock finally stopped jumping, she swallowed one more time and began to leisurely lick up every drop she had spilled, first from her hands and breasts, and then from my belly. I was awestruck. She took her time, cleaning me slowly with much sighing and moaning, and by the time she was done, I was rock hard again.

“I guess you know what I’m going to do with this now,” she said with that same mischievous tone in her voice as she climbed onto me. Her toes curled as she hunched her body and stuffed my penis between her legs. She leaned forward and put one small hand on my bare chest as she fitted the tip between the folds of her tight pink hole and then eased back on it. Ginger wiggled her ass and settled back, and I felt the tip slide slowly inside her.

She was tight, but I detected no trace of a hymen as she took more of my stiff prick inside her.

“Jesus you feel good,” Ginger said, rocking gently on me. “Come on Adam, push a little, I want to feel you move in me.” It would be easier if she was on her back and I rolled her over flat on her back and put my hands on the floor on either side of her shoulders.

She wriggled beneath me. “Suck my nipples Adam,” she begged breathlessly. They were small and hard, like little pencil erasers, but they must have been extremely sensitive. When I sucked one into my mouth she made little mewling sounds that were so sexy I nearly came inside her. Her whole body writhed with pleasure as I sucked, and when I used my teeth to bite down on them gently she force them further into my mouth and demanded that I bite down harder. When I bit down almost to the point of pain she told me to stop right where I was and not to move. She held her breath, got red in the face, and her legs made positioning movements outside my own legs. Her mouth fitted itself to mine and she came in great rushing heaves. Her chest flared and I could feel her pussy muscles clamping down on me, but she didn’t seem to want me to move. I stayed perfectly still until she was done.

Her smile was soft and cheerful when she recovered, and the mischief was back in her voice as she wriggled beneath me. “Fuck me good Adam.

Make me cum again…nobody has ever made me cum that way before.”

Young as she was, I was proud to have shown her something new, and I began to stroke slowly into her, determined to do more for her. I pressed down, angling the tip of my cock upwards. Feeling it press hard against the inner front wall of her womb. I could feel the thick bundle of nerves there as my glans pushed against it on my downstroke. I was concentrating so hard on maintaining the difficult angle that I felt little pleasure of my own, it was all for her now.

I have no idea how long I maintained the effort, but I can tell you her reaction was little short of spectacular. Her feet went straight up in the air, her toes pointed at the ceiling. Her eyes bulged and her nails tore into the flesh of my ass as she pulled me into her. Her hips flailed beneath me and her rising cry ended in an abrupt scream so loud I was afraid for a moment that it might waken Miranda. Not that it mattered. Ginger had me locked into her pussy, her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around me I don’t think dynamite could have blasted me out of her.

She came back slowly at first, then faster as she covered my face with tiny butterfly kisses. Ginger rolled and writhed beneath me like a veteran belly dancer, determined to wrest my semen from my balls as erotically as possible. It was at this unfortunate time that I realized I had been fucking my babysitter bareback and I froze in place.

“What…what’s wrong Adam,” she gasped. I told her. An evil grin spread across her face. “Fuck me Adam!” Her heels dug in and she did some little grind with her hips and we were at it again full tilt. She was demanding, she was wild, and she was determined. In the end I came in her, and her ankles locked behind me, locking me tight inside her until I stopped

spurting.

She looked so sweet and innocent lying there naked on the carpet…until her eyes opened and met mine. Her green irises glowed like a cat’s, and the shared knowledge of what we’d done was as evident as my sperm spilling down the inside of her thighs. “Don’t worry Adam,” she said, “I’m on the pill.” My relief must have been evident in my own eyes, as she chuckled wickedly. “Sorry, sometimes I like a little melodrama with my sex. I had no option but to laugh uproariously.

Ginger appeared just as fresh as she had when I’d brought Miranda home… her eyes clear, her sundress hanging sweetly from her slender body, and her small hands crossed in her lap. Ginger looked absolutely nothing like the freckled demoness who had swallowed my cock and then fucked me to a total standstill. I was at a loss for words. “I have no idea what I’m going to tell Miranda,” I said lamely.

“Why don’t you tell her what I’m going to tell her,” Ginger said placidly. “What’s that?”

“I’m going to tell her that you paid me what you owed me and offered me a ride home, which I refused because I have my own car here.”

“Nothing else?” I asked plaintively.

“What else would I tell her?” Ginger asked. She stopped at the front door and I went to open it for her. Her small pale hand reached out and grabbed my cock through my pants, squeezing it hard. “But you need to remember what’s going to happen the next time you bring her home drunk!” She kissed me, and walked quietly out the door.