Tara Grant was an innocent teenage girl looking forward to a summer of simple fun until the night Mr. Harris came home from work a little early and a little tipsy. Sure she had fantasies about him but doesn’t every blossoming young woman think such things? When the powerful man gives into his own lustful yearnings the teenager is exposed to a world of pleasures far greater than any of her own private intimate explorations had ever known.
Soon she can’t get enough. Other parents, neighbors, local shop boys, her stepmother; none seem to be able to long resist this blossoming eighteen year olds insatiable lust.
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"That's it, honey," Sam Harris moaned, leaning back on the couch and sighing happily. "Rub it nice and slow like that. Mmm… damn that feels good." "I... I don't think we should be doing this, Mr. Harris." Tara Grant's voice was a shy tremor as she stroked his bulging crotch delicately. Her fingers groped along the stiffness there, exploring with a mixture of hesitation and curiosity. She squirmed uncomfortably, listening for the sound of Mrs. Harris's car pulling into the driveway and vaguely aware of the moistening sensation in the crotch of her panties. "I mean, your wife could come home any minute, and I'm supposed to be watching Shane."
Sam gave a deep groan, thoroughly enjoying the teenager's massaging hand. "Oh yeah, that's nice. You know, you're the best babysitter Susan's ever hired. Looking out for Shane the way you've been doing the past couple of months, taking care of the place while I'm at business meetings and Susan's off with her clubs and charities. Yeah, you're quite a find, all right. Now rub a little faster." As he spoke, the big, meaty hand draped over Tara's shoulders slipped down, falling casually across one of her large blouse-covered breasts. She gasped, instinctively clenching her fist on his crotch as a thrill of new excitement rushed through her. "Mr. Harris, please. I shouldn't. It isn't right. I really should to be getting home, and just because you said it would feel good, that doesn't mean it’s right or that I want to... oooh!" Her voice broke breathlessly as he began to squeeze and knead her oversized tit, making her nipple expand and stiffen in response. Even under the layers of fabric, Al could feel that promising pebbly stiffness. His hand squeezed more confidently. "There’s nothing wrong with feeling good, baby. Don’t you deserve to feel good? After all, you've been doing such a fine job for me that the least I can do is repay the favor. There's nothing wrong in that, is there?" Using his most soothing tone, he stole his free hand up to the front of her overfilled blouse. His fingers plucked expertly at its buttons and, one by one, they popped free.