The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line - Sex Stories

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line

... “Are you gonna do it soon?” My breaths descended into husky moans as I watched the sweet girl jerking her first cock with innocent enthusiasm and her wonderful tits shuddered and jiggled at the motion. In this moment I forgot about Kate, forgot about Amy too. All that mattered was this moment, and as the tension in my groin became tighter, all I cared about was releasing the biggest load of spunk. Screw the consequences. “Jenna, don’t stop!” I pleaded. “Do it” she commanded. A dirty and determined look shone in her eyes. “Cum for me Andy.” “UGGHHMYGAWD!!!” A bullet of hot spunk shot from my dick. The babysitter squealed delightfully as the first shot splashed across her right breast, dousing her nipple in my hot treacle. I shuddered and convulsed, moaning as her motion slowed and my dick softened in satisfaction. She marvelled as the last contractions of my orgasm spilled more spunk, a volcanic eruption of semen that oozed over her hand. I collapsed backward onto the bed, allowing my breath to slow down and became lost in a brief daze of elation. As I stirred back to reality, kneeling before my spent cock I saw the perplexed look on Jenna’s face as she studied the cum that glistened on her skin. I witnessed a strange contrast between her innocent beauty and the sullied breast that she probed with her fingers. It suddenly hit me hard that I had just opened the door on this girl’s sexuality. With the pull of carnal desire fading fast, we both began to feel the vulnerability ...

... of our naked bodies. Her wild eyes locked onto mine as we accepted that a boundary between (a secretly shared) fantasy and reality had been crossed; and I wasn’t so sure how easy (if at all) it was going to be to close it over again, or if I even wanted to. I mentally slapped myself with an image of a furious Kate for even thinking along those lines. “Andy? You ok?” “Huh? – oh, yeah, sorry,” I fuddled. “Um… we should get this cleaned up.” I reached over and grabbed some tissues from the nightstand, handing some to Jenna and using the rest to wipe the hand she had just been stroking me with, while she wiped the mess off her chest. A thought occurred to me, something that had escaped me earlier. “Wait a second, how did you know?” I asked, thinking aloud. Her look instantly changed. “Huh?” “Earlier, you only saw me holding your underwear, but you asked me how they smelt. Why?” “Oh.” Her eyes searched the floor for a response. It told me there was more to this than she was letting on. However, if there was any guilt in them, she hid it well. Reluctantly, she offered an answer. “I didn’t ‘accidently’ walk in on you Andy.” She said, calmly. At the same time, she took another couple of tissues from the box by my side, took my flaccid cock in her hands, and began to dab it clean. “A girl knows when her things are being interfered with. I wasn’t happy about it, not at first. “I don’t understand. What changed?” My confusion seemed to please her as a smile creased her lips and (without ...