A Teenager’s Revenge Part 4

A TEENAGER’S REVENGE – PART 4 – MR. SINCLAIR AND MR. GREGORY

A few days after her first tryst with John Sinclair in his car, Kelly again sat on the couch in the Sinclair mansion, watching their porn DVDs. She had been asked to watch their kids again, even though she could sense Margaret’s reluctance, and she had eagerly agreed. Kelly guessed she was having trouble finding another baby sitter, and the demands of their active social life required someone she could rely on frequently. This time, though., Margaret had insisted that Kelly arrange another way home. She was not about to allow her husband another moment alone with the sexy underage girl.

The Sinclairs had gone to yet another cocktail party, at a home a couple of miles away. Margaret had said to expect them home late, probably around one or two o’clock. Kelly, after getting the kids to bed, had helped herself to their liquor cabinet, and had a pleasant buzz on as she watched all the obscene fucking and sucking and coming on the TV screen. She wished she dared to turn up the sound – she wanted to hear what the actors were saying as they fucked. But she couldn’t risk awakening the children. The alcohol, though, had lowered her inhibitions, and she was willing to take a few chances. Fortunately, this time she was wearing a real short skirt and panties, not her cut-off jeans, and her fingers were under her panties gently rubbing her wet pussy as she watched, keeping herself in a state of arousal but stopping just short of making herself come.

At the nearby party, John Sinclair downed another drink as he chatted idly with Don Gregory. Don was a 35-year-old owner of a local clothing boutique, the only African-American in the circle of friends. They were both pretty loaded, but not nearly as drunk as Margaret was. John had made sure of that, dutifully bringing her refills until her speech was slurred and she staggered when she got up. Now she was planted on the couch, watching the room spin around.

Fuck her, thought John, as he glanced over at her. He almost wished one of the men would take her into a back bedroom and keep her occupied for awhile by shoving his cock into her pussy. His wife always wanted to fuck when she got drunk, and she probably wouldn’t even know what had happened to her when she finally woke up.

“So, you have the Willis girl babysitting for you, eh?” Don was saying, breaking into his reverie. “What’s her name, Kerry?”

“Kelly. Yeah, she’s the only girl we can get these days on short notice. Not that I mind, you understand. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but that girl is well on her way to being as smoking hot as her mother.”

Don grinned at his friend. “You’d better be careful, man. She’s only, what, thirteen? She may be a hottie, but she’s fuckin’ jailbait city.”

John laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful.”

“Now, her mother, that’s another story. I’d give my right arm to tap that luscious cunt. Something tells me she wouldn’t object all that much either.” Don, like some of their other friends, had occasionally received glances from Samantha, before the ugly divorce, that suggested that she was available.

“I know what you mean,” John was saying. “Me, I’d love to slide my dick between those ripe tits of hers, and then come all over them and watch her lick it off. Hey, you’re empty, let’s get another drink.” They went over and hit up the bartender for refills.

The combination of the alcohol and the air of conviviality at the party conspired against John Sinclair. He just HAD to tell someone about his conquest of young Kelly Willis. And Don had been his friend since high school. They trusted each other.

John downed his fresh drink, the alcohol increasing the warm glow inside. He leaned closer to Don and whispered conspiratorially. “Say…can you keep a secret?”

“What, are you kidding?” said Don. “This isn’t Madeleine you’re talking to.” Madeleine, Maddy for short, was Don’s 26-year-old wife. She was also at the party, somewhere, and was notorious for spreading gossip. What he didn’t know was that at that moment, Maddy was on her knees in an upstairs bathroom, sucking eagerly on Dr. Michael Akers’ rigid cock.

“Well…” John began, an evil grin spreading across his face as he glanced around to make sure nobody was listening in. “The other night, I drove Kelly home after the party over at the Davidsons’ house, you know?”

“Yeah, so?”

“So….she gave me a blowjob in the car.”

“You’re fucking kidding me!”

“I swear to God, Don. I think it was her first time, too. She said the guys her age didn’t know anything, and she wanted me to teach her. I’ll tell you, she didn’t need much teaching, either. The girl’s a natural! She even swallowed my load!”

“Jeezus, you’re serious!”

“Serious as a heart attack, Don. And right this minute, she’s at my house, and the kids are asleep! I’m dying to go over there. My dick has been hard all night just from thinking about fucking her.”

Don stared at him, convinced that his friend was telling him the truth. “Damn, John, aren’t you worried that she’ll tell someone?”

“You know, I really don’t think she will. She was positively grateful when I dropped her off! And that was a week ago, and she obviously hasn’t told anyone. She didn’t bat an eye about accepting another babysitting gig.”

Don stared at him, thinking.