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Adult ++
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2
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24,476
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15
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Taking a Back Seat - Car
SUMMARY: *Ch1* Sequel to "Never Too Old For a Babysitter". Sylvan doesn't have anything on a 16-yr old beach blonde when it comes to tutoring. PWP, m/f, teens, hj, WIP
BABYSITTER URL: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095568
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't have any plans on continuing this story but since I've been getting requests.... back by popular demand are Rachel and our intrepid boy wonder - who I think by now needs a name! If you'd like to make a suggestion, leave a review otherwise I'll pick one.
CHAPTER CODES: m/f, teens, hj
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Chapter 1: Taking a Back Seat
"You know this isn't what I'm supposed to be teaching you," Rachel commented from the passenger seat, not really complaining.
The fourteen year old flashed her a smile.
"Keep your eyes on the road," she told him and he obediently turned his head forward. The sixteen year old Rachel, kept one eye on his performance and the other looking out for trouble.
She really shouldn't be letting him drive, but, what the hell, the Toyota was an automatic and the roads of their little suburb were a low traffic area. Still it wasn't unheard of for a cop to pass through once in awhile but worse would be someone who knew them and would rat them out to their parents.
Yet she just couldn't resist his puppy brown eyes, especially when they were lit up with forbidden mischief. And to think just a few months ago she wouldn't have given him the time of day. Just another freshmen until the summer blackout had her babysitting him while his parents were stuck in the city, and their impromptu pool party turned into so much more.
Now that school started back up, Rachel had promised his parents that she would tutor him in English Lit. Only trouble was they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"Okay, Road Warrior, pull over," Rachel jerked her thumb to the side of the road.
"Aw, c'mon," he complained, giving her The Look.
"Forget it!" she remained resolute and undid her seat belt. "Your mother will blow a gasket if she saw you pulling into the driveway."
Unhappily, he pulled up along the curb, a corner away from his house. He loved driving and couldn't wait until he turned sixteen. What was the big deal, it wasn't like it was hard. Rachel was already out of the car and circling round to the driver's side. He sighed, unbuckled and got out.
He snaked an arm around her trim waist. "Thanks," and he tried to kiss her but she playfully pushed him away, laughing. "Yeah, right!" She got in.
Moments later, Rachel put the car into park and yanked up the hand break. "So... I'll see you Thursday-- hey!"
Instead of opening the door, he reached over and turned off the ignition. The heated gleam in his eye made her catch her breath. "You're out of mind," she whispered, "Your mother---!"
His head dipped and his mouth opened hot and moist on her breast, searching her out through the thin white linen shirt and bra. Rachel gasped, her hands immediately came up to his shoulders to push him away but only clutched at his t-shirt. "Your mother could see! She... could come OUT OH!"
He found her tightened nipple even through the clothes and his teeth closed gently the beaded nub, worrying it. Her mouth dropped open as her head fell back against the head rest, rasping, "Ohhh... oh god... that's.... oh.... yessss...."
While her right hand twisted a handful of shirt, her left speared through his hair and clutched him closer at the same time thrusting herself forward. Nerve-endings all over her body flared to life. By the time she pulled his head back she was enflamed. She melded her mouth to his and their tongues tangled. Soon they were stroking each other the way she wanted him to be stroking inside of her.
When they parted, she unsnapped her belt and leveled herself out of the driver seat to slide to the back, but he caught her by the hips, she looked back questioningly. He just grinned and popped the button on her jeans, pulling down the zipper. He would have loved it if she were wearing low rise jeans hugging her curvy hips and rounded ass but schools were cracking down on "inappropriate clothing". Even so the faded denim couldn't hide the long lean legs, the legs he was now inching the jeans down.
He placed a kiss on her smooth, perfectly tanned thigh. He could smell her excitement already, a little damp spot on her baby blue bikini panties, his teeth scrapped lightly over her mound, drawing out a small cry.
Trapped between the seats, Rachel could only squirm as her panties quickly came off. When a wet tongue dipped into her belly button, all her stomach muscles clenching, a shudder quivered down her thighs. She twisted as his tongue circled her navel piercing, but what she really wanted was further down, she throbbed with it.
"YES!" she cried at the fingers stroking her pussy, legs parting for him, hips rising up. Two fingers plowed into her. "YES baby... ahhh!" Her hand clutched the back of the seat, wishing she could reach down to the hand between her legs and jam him in. She could never seem to get enough or hard enough. But he knew how she liked it and he rocked her with the force of each thrust.
Her whole body flushed and her head thrashed against the backseat. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest like it would burst free if she could just.... get... enough. Rocking her hips in her need until her body twisted inside and out, Rachel exploded with a cry, shuddering her release, spilling her ecstasy over her lover's hand.
The teen boy removed her shoes and remaining clothing as she finally slipped all the way to the backseat. Rachel now lay across the bench seat, naked from the waist down but still wearing her bra and breezy summer shirt with little short sleeves, her honey blond hair thoroughly messed and clinging to her damp forehead, her eyes bright with her pleasure, her cheeks flushed pink. She had a body built for Maxim magazine, her breasts so full and round that they strained against her shirt even lying down, her stomach flat but with intriguing curves right down to her sweet pussy, trimmed and waxed for her favorite thong swimsuit.
God--! She was sexy as all hell and he wanted her all the time, dressed or undressed.
"You better not have cum inside your pants," she pouted when he didn't join her but continued to stare at her from the passenger seat, "because I want that saved for me!"
She shifted her legs invitingly and he couldn't have kept the dopey grin from his face for the life of him. He pounded heavy and hard in his jeans. He didn't know how he didn't cum in his pants, sometimes he thought he might just from looking at her.
At last he crawled through the front seats and as he did so she was already pulling off his t-shirt. He hovered over her, his eyes drawn to her breast, vivid images coming to mind of what he wanted to do to them, but Rachel hooked a hand around the back of his neck and yanked him down for both a kiss and to haul him out of view. She wanted any onlookers to think the car was empty.
Her mouth opened to him and he momentarily forgot everything else as he plunged into her welcoming heat. He expected to feel her hands in his hair as she always pulled him closer but they were raking down his back and then grabbing his ass, hauling him between her legs. He ripped his mouth from hers with a groan. She was rubbing herself on his fly, the denim both rough and exciting on her most sensitive flesh. He ground himself to her, he couldn't help it, he dry-humped her, needing to be pressed to her. His head pounded with it, unable to think straight.
When some sense returned, they were both fumbling and struggling to get his pants off and find some room to maneuver in the cramped compact. Finally he was between her thighs, between her pulsing hot pussy lips, soaked, at the entrance of her. Teeth clenched he looked up into her wildly beautiful eyes.
She panted, "Nail me!"
"GOD!" his breath exploded from his body just before he surged full length into her. Even as he felt her squeezing around him, he was already pulling back and ramming in again. He couldn't stop even if he wanted, she was urging him on. She drew up her knees and wrapped her long legs around him her thighs trying to him with all her strength. Her hands had found his ass again her fingers digging into his muscled flesh.
He had one arm under her shoulders while his other hand gripped her breast, still clothed, he squeezed and molded the soft globe, grinding his palm on her hard little tit like he wanted to do her clit but could bring himself to leave her breast any more than he could slow down. She was bucking beneath him and he doubled his efforts to pin her to the seat cushions. He didn't think he could last much longer.
As if sensing this she clenched her inner muscles on him that had them both crying out. Hot iron hard, he threw himself into her, shooting streams of jism again and again until he collapsed on top of her. They trembled in the aftermath.
She stroked his sweat-slick back down to his rump and back up again lazily until some calm and normalcy returned. He realized at some point he had been sucking on her neck because there before his eye was a prize hicky. That wasn't the only thing he noticed.
"Damn, I didn't get your shirt off," he lamented.
She shook with silent laughter. "Well, you'll just have to try harder..... Thursday!"
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A/N: I don't know how many chapters this will be. It will depend on how many scenarios I can think of (and my time to write). This fic will be about the places they 'do it', so you're welcome to make suggestions by leaving a review and if you want to critique or just say something nice to the author, I won't complain. ^_^
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Next Chapter: Say My Name
BABYSITTER URL: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=600095568
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I didn't have any plans on continuing this story but since I've been getting requests.... back by popular demand are Rachel and our intrepid boy wonder - who I think by now needs a name! If you'd like to make a suggestion, leave a review otherwise I'll pick one.
CHAPTER CODES: m/f, teens, hj
****************************
Chapter 1: Taking a Back Seat
"You know this isn't what I'm supposed to be teaching you," Rachel commented from the passenger seat, not really complaining.
The fourteen year old flashed her a smile.
"Keep your eyes on the road," she told him and he obediently turned his head forward. The sixteen year old Rachel, kept one eye on his performance and the other looking out for trouble.
She really shouldn't be letting him drive, but, what the hell, the Toyota was an automatic and the roads of their little suburb were a low traffic area. Still it wasn't unheard of for a cop to pass through once in awhile but worse would be someone who knew them and would rat them out to their parents.
Yet she just couldn't resist his puppy brown eyes, especially when they were lit up with forbidden mischief. And to think just a few months ago she wouldn't have given him the time of day. Just another freshmen until the summer blackout had her babysitting him while his parents were stuck in the city, and their impromptu pool party turned into so much more.
Now that school started back up, Rachel had promised his parents that she would tutor him in English Lit. Only trouble was they couldn't keep their hands off each other.
"Okay, Road Warrior, pull over," Rachel jerked her thumb to the side of the road.
"Aw, c'mon," he complained, giving her The Look.
"Forget it!" she remained resolute and undid her seat belt. "Your mother will blow a gasket if she saw you pulling into the driveway."
Unhappily, he pulled up along the curb, a corner away from his house. He loved driving and couldn't wait until he turned sixteen. What was the big deal, it wasn't like it was hard. Rachel was already out of the car and circling round to the driver's side. He sighed, unbuckled and got out.
He snaked an arm around her trim waist. "Thanks," and he tried to kiss her but she playfully pushed him away, laughing. "Yeah, right!" She got in.
Moments later, Rachel put the car into park and yanked up the hand break. "So... I'll see you Thursday-- hey!"
Instead of opening the door, he reached over and turned off the ignition. The heated gleam in his eye made her catch her breath. "You're out of mind," she whispered, "Your mother---!"
His head dipped and his mouth opened hot and moist on her breast, searching her out through the thin white linen shirt and bra. Rachel gasped, her hands immediately came up to his shoulders to push him away but only clutched at his t-shirt. "Your mother could see! She... could come OUT OH!"
He found her tightened nipple even through the clothes and his teeth closed gently the beaded nub, worrying it. Her mouth dropped open as her head fell back against the head rest, rasping, "Ohhh... oh god... that's.... oh.... yessss...."
While her right hand twisted a handful of shirt, her left speared through his hair and clutched him closer at the same time thrusting herself forward. Nerve-endings all over her body flared to life. By the time she pulled his head back she was enflamed. She melded her mouth to his and their tongues tangled. Soon they were stroking each other the way she wanted him to be stroking inside of her.
When they parted, she unsnapped her belt and leveled herself out of the driver seat to slide to the back, but he caught her by the hips, she looked back questioningly. He just grinned and popped the button on her jeans, pulling down the zipper. He would have loved it if she were wearing low rise jeans hugging her curvy hips and rounded ass but schools were cracking down on "inappropriate clothing". Even so the faded denim couldn't hide the long lean legs, the legs he was now inching the jeans down.
He placed a kiss on her smooth, perfectly tanned thigh. He could smell her excitement already, a little damp spot on her baby blue bikini panties, his teeth scrapped lightly over her mound, drawing out a small cry.
Trapped between the seats, Rachel could only squirm as her panties quickly came off. When a wet tongue dipped into her belly button, all her stomach muscles clenching, a shudder quivered down her thighs. She twisted as his tongue circled her navel piercing, but what she really wanted was further down, she throbbed with it.
"YES!" she cried at the fingers stroking her pussy, legs parting for him, hips rising up. Two fingers plowed into her. "YES baby... ahhh!" Her hand clutched the back of the seat, wishing she could reach down to the hand between her legs and jam him in. She could never seem to get enough or hard enough. But he knew how she liked it and he rocked her with the force of each thrust.
Her whole body flushed and her head thrashed against the backseat. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest like it would burst free if she could just.... get... enough. Rocking her hips in her need until her body twisted inside and out, Rachel exploded with a cry, shuddering her release, spilling her ecstasy over her lover's hand.
The teen boy removed her shoes and remaining clothing as she finally slipped all the way to the backseat. Rachel now lay across the bench seat, naked from the waist down but still wearing her bra and breezy summer shirt with little short sleeves, her honey blond hair thoroughly messed and clinging to her damp forehead, her eyes bright with her pleasure, her cheeks flushed pink. She had a body built for Maxim magazine, her breasts so full and round that they strained against her shirt even lying down, her stomach flat but with intriguing curves right down to her sweet pussy, trimmed and waxed for her favorite thong swimsuit.
God--! She was sexy as all hell and he wanted her all the time, dressed or undressed.
"You better not have cum inside your pants," she pouted when he didn't join her but continued to stare at her from the passenger seat, "because I want that saved for me!"
She shifted her legs invitingly and he couldn't have kept the dopey grin from his face for the life of him. He pounded heavy and hard in his jeans. He didn't know how he didn't cum in his pants, sometimes he thought he might just from looking at her.
At last he crawled through the front seats and as he did so she was already pulling off his t-shirt. He hovered over her, his eyes drawn to her breast, vivid images coming to mind of what he wanted to do to them, but Rachel hooked a hand around the back of his neck and yanked him down for both a kiss and to haul him out of view. She wanted any onlookers to think the car was empty.
Her mouth opened to him and he momentarily forgot everything else as he plunged into her welcoming heat. He expected to feel her hands in his hair as she always pulled him closer but they were raking down his back and then grabbing his ass, hauling him between her legs. He ripped his mouth from hers with a groan. She was rubbing herself on his fly, the denim both rough and exciting on her most sensitive flesh. He ground himself to her, he couldn't help it, he dry-humped her, needing to be pressed to her. His head pounded with it, unable to think straight.
When some sense returned, they were both fumbling and struggling to get his pants off and find some room to maneuver in the cramped compact. Finally he was between her thighs, between her pulsing hot pussy lips, soaked, at the entrance of her. Teeth clenched he looked up into her wildly beautiful eyes.
She panted, "Nail me!"
"GOD!" his breath exploded from his body just before he surged full length into her. Even as he felt her squeezing around him, he was already pulling back and ramming in again. He couldn't stop even if he wanted, she was urging him on. She drew up her knees and wrapped her long legs around him her thighs trying to him with all her strength. Her hands had found his ass again her fingers digging into his muscled flesh.
He had one arm under her shoulders while his other hand gripped her breast, still clothed, he squeezed and molded the soft globe, grinding his palm on her hard little tit like he wanted to do her clit but could bring himself to leave her breast any more than he could slow down. She was bucking beneath him and he doubled his efforts to pin her to the seat cushions. He didn't think he could last much longer.
As if sensing this she clenched her inner muscles on him that had them both crying out. Hot iron hard, he threw himself into her, shooting streams of jism again and again until he collapsed on top of her. They trembled in the aftermath.
She stroked his sweat-slick back down to his rump and back up again lazily until some calm and normalcy returned. He realized at some point he had been sucking on her neck because there before his eye was a prize hicky. That wasn't the only thing he noticed.
"Damn, I didn't get your shirt off," he lamented.
She shook with silent laughter. "Well, you'll just have to try harder..... Thursday!"
*********
A/N: I don't know how many chapters this will be. It will depend on how many scenarios I can think of (and my time to write). This fic will be about the places they 'do it', so you're welcome to make suggestions by leaving a review and if you want to critique or just say something nice to the author, I won't complain. ^_^
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Next Chapter: Say My Name