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

The Babysitters Pink Panties Part 2: Crossing the Line

... solid cock sprang up. My head swelled and glistened with pre-cum as it tasted freedom. Jenna gasped, her pupils dilating even further at her first glimpse of a man's aroused state, and the swollen spear majestically projecting itself just inches from her face. “Oh, my!” She yelped. Her gaze cemented. “I never thought it would be so big.” It twitched in response to her compliment, like a cobra, reacting to a snake charmer. “Why does it do that?” she said, enthusiastically, slightly adjusting her head left and right to look at it from different angles. “Blood pumps to it when it’s aroused, that makes it twitch.” She continued to stare at my cock as if it were a newly purchased puppy, brought home for the first time. We sat in silence for a few further moments. The only sounds were our sharp, shallow breaths and the rapid thumping rhythm of my chest. In our own way, both us felt vulnerable as neither of us were sure where this game ended. It was a battle of confusing and contradicting emotions. My conscience tried to push images of Kate to the front of my mind, but even it couldn’t find a picture where she seemed interested, and they paled before the vision of this sparky young red-head as I noticed her, subtly squeezing her thighs together, becoming aroused. I suddenly remembered that below that shirt was a naked little pussy, tender and untouched. I wanted to see it, I wanted to feel her wetness and taste her skin, but I had to show restraint. “Jenna, I um, kinda have ...

... something I need to do now. “Oh!” Her face flushed an even deeper red. “You mean masturbate?” “Well, yeah.” It was my turn to blush. Part of me just wanted left alone. Five minutes with my dick in my hand and the scent of those panties was all I asked; a quick fix for the addict who cold only see as far as the next hit. However, the pressure in my loins coerced me to push the boundaries even further. “Jenna, if you want to, you can watch me do it.” My hand instinctively moved to my groin and my fingers began lightly stroking the underside of my shaft. She met my offer with a stifled giggle and fought desperately to keep a straight face. “I’d like that.” There was nothing left now, no barriers, and no second thoughts. I clasped an underhand grip around my cock and squeezed downward, exposing my swollen purple head, much to the babysitters delight. A feeling of relief coursed through me as my cock finally received the physical contact it craved. I continued with slow, steady strokes that heightened my arousal and kept me at full mast, edging a euphoria I did not want to end. There was a power to it, as if stroking my wand were luring this girl deeper under a spell. My breath quickened as the urge to stroke a little faster took over. Jenna subconsciously began stroking her right breast and I could just make out the profile of her hardening nipples. It made me grip tighter and the tension in my shaft become delightfully unbearable, to the point where I grunted in pleasure. Finally, the ...