Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four - Sex Stories

Naughty Naughty Babysitter, Part Four

... shove that fat cock inside of me without hesitating. ‘I’m not going to last long,’ Mr Carson muttered as he stared at Abbie’s cunt, stretched obscenely wide by the dildo, dripping juice and flushed a brilliant rose. How he wanted to rip that glass cock out, plunge himself inside and cum deep in that sloppy pussy. She looks even better when she’s being pushed to the edge, he thought, looking at the babysitter’s blushing skin and tousled hair. That beautiful heart-shaped ass is just waiting for me. He stroked his rigid cock, making sure it was as slick and lubed up as possible. Placing it at the entrance of Abbie’s impossibly tight hole, he willed himself to not cum all over those tanned ass-cheeks before he even pushed himself inside. Abbie waited breathlessly, Mrs Carson’s mouth still on her clit as they both waited for Mr Carson. After a moment that seemed like an eternity, Abbie felt it; a slow, piercing, fiercely dark pleasure that felt as if it were tearing her into a thousand blissful pieces. She arched her back, wordlessly mouthing obscenities before her voice finally came. ‘Oh, fuck yes.’ She began moving back and forth, moaning more and more loudly as Mr Carson managed to fit all of his throbbing cock inside her, her thighs shaking as Mrs Carson began moving the glass dildo again. Her pussy was being ravaged, completely and utterly, and Abbie had never felt more alive. She heard Mr Carson muttering obscenities as his ...

... thrusts became deeper, less controlled, and began moving faster to match his pace. It only took minutes, two or three gasping, moaning minutes full of a pleasure so raw that Abbie thought she’d pass out. It seemed all too brief; Abbie almost wanted to prolong the delicious sexual torture. But the day of expectation and teasing and mental foreplay was too much, the exquisite feeling of having both holes stretched to their limits was too much. With a loud peal of a moan that rang through the house, Abbie came with a shuddering gush of sweet, sticky juice that flooded over the dildo, running down to Mr Carson’s cock. It took only an instant for Mr Carson to cum too; a fierce animal thrust of his hips emptied his seed into Abbie’s spent cunt. Mrs Carson smiled, feeling her own cunt throb as she watched her husband draining himself into the lithe blonde babysitter. She gently pulled the glass dildo from Abbie’s pussy; there was no resistance. She’s ready now. Abbie collapsed on the couch into Mrs Carson’s arms. Mr Carson joined them, pulling both woman close to him. For several minutes they lay together, silent and smiling, recovering from the night’s exertions. Then, with slow, exploratory strokes, Abbie began feeling her way around Mrs Carson’s slickly shaved pussy lips. The older woman gasped, opening her thighs. ‘Really? Now?’ ‘Well,’ Abbie said with a wicked smile, ‘we know that I’m ready for the party. We don’t know if you are. Not yet.’