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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
49,609
Reviews:
15
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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The babysitter - Part 2
This takes place before the one where she's with the 13 year olds. You don't have to read that one to get this one, or vice-versa.
FANTASY
The Babysitter 2 – Sheila’s Boyfriend
The first time she had walked into their lives with that tight little argyle sweater on Mr. Lindsey could not help but wanting her. She was beautiful with her dark exotic looks and exceptionally large breasts for someone of her stature. He wanted her instantly, but there had never been a day in his life he had cheated on his life. Lust was typical, he always lusted after something. After fourteen years of marriage it was natural.
Sheila always came to babysit when Jacob was gone and Kayci needed a sitter. With the Lindsey’s social life they always seemed to need to call Sheila over. Mr. Lindsey’s pants always tightened when the girl was around, each time looking more fabulous than the last time. And still he always remained true to his wife.
Until the night he found her sleeping on the couch, her boyfriend next to her. They were fully clothed, except that Mr. Lindsey could tell she had no panties on beneath her skirt. He would have been furious if Mrs. Lindsey was around, but she had stayed at the party, laughing with her friends. He had been the one to leave early, having an early flight to Chicago in the morning.
He walked into the living room and the couple did not stir. It was not until Mr. Lindsey was physically dragging them off the couch that they awoke.
“Mr. Lindsey,” she said in shock as he grabbed her arm, leading them both to the doorway. “Mr. Lindsey, nothing happened,” she insisted. He threw her boyfriend out of his front door.
“She’ll follow you home later,” Mr. Lindsey snapped. He slammed the door in the young man’s face and whirled Sheila’s back into the door, pinning her against it.
“Nothing happened,” she said again. “He came over to watch a movie with me, I’m so very sorry,” she apologized.
“Nothing happened, huh?” he asked. He pushed his hand between her legs and upwards, right against the bare pussy that dripped with wetness, but this was a wetness that had yet to be satisfied. This was a freshness, not a used wetness, she was telling the truth, nothing had happened, and now he wanted her even more.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Sheila said gently, her hands pushed into his chest, but she was not pushing him away. She was using him as a weight to keep herself up. He knew the manipulations of a teenage girl; he had dated a few as a teenager himself, and now he saw her, looking as innocent as possible while her pussy dripped with need.
“How are you going to make it up to me, Sheila?” he leered, knowing everything he was doing was wrong, and enjoying it for that very purpose. He rubbed his fingers against her wetness, feeling the beauty of her body. She leaned her head back into the door, her mouth opening in a small moan.
“Mr. Lindsey,” was the only protest that fell from her lips, and it was closer to a heady moan than it was to the protest she had originally meant it as. She clung to the back of that door, her nails digging in to the oak. Mr. Lindsey bent down and wrapped his mouth around hers, kissing her ferociously with a fire that had died out within the first years of his marriage. Sheila answered it with her own, wrapping her arms instinctively around his neck and pulling him in deeper.
“I still haven’t told you what I wanted from you,” he explained, pulling away just enough to speak to her wonton lips.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice going from vaguely innocent to a sensual husky tone. “I will do anything to make it up to you.”
His hands ran down her sides, running along the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs just a bit. His fingers teased her clit, making her moan, rubbing it harder and harder until her legs began to shake, and then he pulled his hands away and moved them to his own lap, removing his belt so swiftly it left Sheila breathless and her eyes wide. She watched him slowly unzip his pants, letting them fall away from him and down to his ankles. Sheila knew what to do, she was a bit more practiced than she let on. She fell to her knees, reaching up to the edge of his underwear and pulling them down his legs and watching the hard shaft grow with every moment. It was not particularly large, her boyfriend was definitely bigger, but it was long, and it would rub all of the right spots.
She leaned forward, her hand wrapping around the base of the shaft, and her tongue flicked out and teased the head. She licked the tip vigorously, first lightly, then a bit heavier, her tongue working with fervor, and a bit with need. She waited until the head of his shaft was wet with her saliva before slowly moving down it, her mouth taking it in, letting it tickle her tonsils before she closed her mouth completely around it and gave it one hard suck. Mr. Lindsey’s fingers ran into Sheila’s dark hair, gripping tightly and pushing her deeper onto his shaft. She took it all in, going further and further down on him, sucking hard and vigorously, enjoying the tightness of his fingers, enjoying the feel of his need.
Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, licking the vein that pumped the blood and fueled him. For a moment he grew weak, wanting more, and wanting to cum, but more and more he just wanted this girl. He pulled her back and off of his shaft, watching her eyes grow wide with surprise as he literally dragged her over to the couch. He sat down on the edge and pushed her to kneel before him. She kneeled and he went to her shirt, pulling it over her head and discarding, and then her bra, on the floor. Knowing what he expected she leaned forward and placed his shaft in-between her two breasts, grabbing each one herself and rubbing it up and down the shaft. She then bent as low as she could and placed her lips against the head while rubbing her breasts against the shaft. At the same time she ran her breasts up and down she was teasing and needing the head of his shaft with her tongue and lips, enthusiastically licking and sucking.
Mr. Lindsey reached down and wrapped his fingers in Sheila’s hair, pulling her upwards along the length of his body, pulling her till her wet pussy was pressed against the shaft she had just licked thoroughly. He rubbed his shaft against the lips of her pussy, waiting for her to open to him, feeling her move her hips, rubbing him, wetting him with her need. He reached back, cupping her ass tightly, then lifted her until she was placed upon his shaft, slowly moving her down onto him. He thrusted up into her, slowly, but enough that he was inside of her, fully, feeling the inside of that teenaged pussy and wanting more.
Sheila sat up, fully taking him inside of her, placing her hands on his stomach and slowly moving her hips, enjoying the ride he was about to give her. He was glad she was not some innocent teen who had never had sex before, he wanted someone young, but experienced, he wanted someone like Sheila, and he was going to take full advantage of it, thrusting further and deeper into her.
He moved his hips to meet her need, pushing inside of her deeply, then extracting himself slowly, the couch not making the most wonderful of places to fuck the girl, but enough to give him the release he needed. He moved with smooth hard strokes and she only moved to meet those strokes, sliding her hips over him, enjoying every last touch of him. She could not get enough, her body was hot, and he watched her face contort in pleasure.
Before she came to her climatic finish he rolled her over and off of the couch, pinning her to the ground and positioning himself perfectly on top of her. He moved in her, harder, deeper, causing cries of pain from her at his quick strokes that were rubbing against the perfect spot. She stretched, she wanted, she needed, and he met her need stroke for stroke, finishing what was left of him inside of her as she continued to move, rocking them both.
He pulled out of her, looking down at her nearly naked figure, and gave her a wide smile. “We’ll have to do that again sometime,” he said to her slyly.
“Only if you don’t tell my boyfriend,” she promised.
FANTASY
The first time she had walked into their lives with that tight little argyle sweater on Mr. Lindsey could not help but wanting her. She was beautiful with her dark exotic looks and exceptionally large breasts for someone of her stature. He wanted her instantly, but there had never been a day in his life he had cheated on his life. Lust was typical, he always lusted after something. After fourteen years of marriage it was natural.
Sheila always came to babysit when Jacob was gone and Kayci needed a sitter. With the Lindsey’s social life they always seemed to need to call Sheila over. Mr. Lindsey’s pants always tightened when the girl was around, each time looking more fabulous than the last time. And still he always remained true to his wife.
Until the night he found her sleeping on the couch, her boyfriend next to her. They were fully clothed, except that Mr. Lindsey could tell she had no panties on beneath her skirt. He would have been furious if Mrs. Lindsey was around, but she had stayed at the party, laughing with her friends. He had been the one to leave early, having an early flight to Chicago in the morning.
He walked into the living room and the couple did not stir. It was not until Mr. Lindsey was physically dragging them off the couch that they awoke.
“Mr. Lindsey,” she said in shock as he grabbed her arm, leading them both to the doorway. “Mr. Lindsey, nothing happened,” she insisted. He threw her boyfriend out of his front door.
“She’ll follow you home later,” Mr. Lindsey snapped. He slammed the door in the young man’s face and whirled Sheila’s back into the door, pinning her against it.
“Nothing happened,” she said again. “He came over to watch a movie with me, I’m so very sorry,” she apologized.
“Nothing happened, huh?” he asked. He pushed his hand between her legs and upwards, right against the bare pussy that dripped with wetness, but this was a wetness that had yet to be satisfied. This was a freshness, not a used wetness, she was telling the truth, nothing had happened, and now he wanted her even more.
“I’m sorry, sir,” Sheila said gently, her hands pushed into his chest, but she was not pushing him away. She was using him as a weight to keep herself up. He knew the manipulations of a teenage girl; he had dated a few as a teenager himself, and now he saw her, looking as innocent as possible while her pussy dripped with need.
“How are you going to make it up to me, Sheila?” he leered, knowing everything he was doing was wrong, and enjoying it for that very purpose. He rubbed his fingers against her wetness, feeling the beauty of her body. She leaned her head back into the door, her mouth opening in a small moan.
“Mr. Lindsey,” was the only protest that fell from her lips, and it was closer to a heady moan than it was to the protest she had originally meant it as. She clung to the back of that door, her nails digging in to the oak. Mr. Lindsey bent down and wrapped his mouth around hers, kissing her ferociously with a fire that had died out within the first years of his marriage. Sheila answered it with her own, wrapping her arms instinctively around his neck and pulling him in deeper.
“I still haven’t told you what I wanted from you,” he explained, pulling away just enough to speak to her wonton lips.
“What do you want?” she asked, her voice going from vaguely innocent to a sensual husky tone. “I will do anything to make it up to you.”
His hands ran down her sides, running along the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs just a bit. His fingers teased her clit, making her moan, rubbing it harder and harder until her legs began to shake, and then he pulled his hands away and moved them to his own lap, removing his belt so swiftly it left Sheila breathless and her eyes wide. She watched him slowly unzip his pants, letting them fall away from him and down to his ankles. Sheila knew what to do, she was a bit more practiced than she let on. She fell to her knees, reaching up to the edge of his underwear and pulling them down his legs and watching the hard shaft grow with every moment. It was not particularly large, her boyfriend was definitely bigger, but it was long, and it would rub all of the right spots.
She leaned forward, her hand wrapping around the base of the shaft, and her tongue flicked out and teased the head. She licked the tip vigorously, first lightly, then a bit heavier, her tongue working with fervor, and a bit with need. She waited until the head of his shaft was wet with her saliva before slowly moving down it, her mouth taking it in, letting it tickle her tonsils before she closed her mouth completely around it and gave it one hard suck. Mr. Lindsey’s fingers ran into Sheila’s dark hair, gripping tightly and pushing her deeper onto his shaft. She took it all in, going further and further down on him, sucking hard and vigorously, enjoying the tightness of his fingers, enjoying the feel of his need.
Her tongue ran along the underside of his shaft, licking the vein that pumped the blood and fueled him. For a moment he grew weak, wanting more, and wanting to cum, but more and more he just wanted this girl. He pulled her back and off of his shaft, watching her eyes grow wide with surprise as he literally dragged her over to the couch. He sat down on the edge and pushed her to kneel before him. She kneeled and he went to her shirt, pulling it over her head and discarding, and then her bra, on the floor. Knowing what he expected she leaned forward and placed his shaft in-between her two breasts, grabbing each one herself and rubbing it up and down the shaft. She then bent as low as she could and placed her lips against the head while rubbing her breasts against the shaft. At the same time she ran her breasts up and down she was teasing and needing the head of his shaft with her tongue and lips, enthusiastically licking and sucking.
Mr. Lindsey reached down and wrapped his fingers in Sheila’s hair, pulling her upwards along the length of his body, pulling her till her wet pussy was pressed against the shaft she had just licked thoroughly. He rubbed his shaft against the lips of her pussy, waiting for her to open to him, feeling her move her hips, rubbing him, wetting him with her need. He reached back, cupping her ass tightly, then lifted her until she was placed upon his shaft, slowly moving her down onto him. He thrusted up into her, slowly, but enough that he was inside of her, fully, feeling the inside of that teenaged pussy and wanting more.
Sheila sat up, fully taking him inside of her, placing her hands on his stomach and slowly moving her hips, enjoying the ride he was about to give her. He was glad she was not some innocent teen who had never had sex before, he wanted someone young, but experienced, he wanted someone like Sheila, and he was going to take full advantage of it, thrusting further and deeper into her.
He moved his hips to meet her need, pushing inside of her deeply, then extracting himself slowly, the couch not making the most wonderful of places to fuck the girl, but enough to give him the release he needed. He moved with smooth hard strokes and she only moved to meet those strokes, sliding her hips over him, enjoying every last touch of him. She could not get enough, her body was hot, and he watched her face contort in pleasure.
Before she came to her climatic finish he rolled her over and off of the couch, pinning her to the ground and positioning himself perfectly on top of her. He moved in her, harder, deeper, causing cries of pain from her at his quick strokes that were rubbing against the perfect spot. She stretched, she wanted, she needed, and he met her need stroke for stroke, finishing what was left of him inside of her as she continued to move, rocking them both.
He pulled out of her, looking down at her nearly naked figure, and gave her a wide smile. “We’ll have to do that again sometime,” he said to her slyly.
“Only if you don’t tell my boyfriend,” she promised.