FabSwingers.com forum: Babysitting pt2

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over a year ago

He banged his cock into me a few more times while I desperately tried to hold off my orgasm. I shut my eyes and tried to put my mind on something else. I thought about cute furry kittens. I thought about bombing my last history test. I thought about the sting of papercuts.

"You look so beautiful right before you cum," he whispered.

That was more than I could take. I drew my knees back toward my torso as my body was wracked with my second orgasm of the night. He pinned my legs back, letting my feet dangle in the air as he fucked me through my orgasm. Every thrust was like having a cannon go off against my clit.

"Ohhhh...ohhhh God...yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Your cock feels so good!" There was a tiny voice in my head that mocked me and told me I sounded like a wanton slut, but I didn't care. His cock was making it hard to form coherent thoughts.

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

Southampton

Mmm so good

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over a year ago

bathgate / benidorm

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over a year ago

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Just as I started to slowly come down from the mountain top, I felt Mr. Jones shifted his position. Keeping my legs pinned back, he got up onto his feet so that he was leaning over me on the couch. He only stopped his strokes for a moment and as soon as he was in position, he resumed fucking me.

This slightly different angle allowed him to go deeper into me. He lowered his head and kissed me as his cock slammed into me. I could feel my wetness running down my ass. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy carried across the room.

When he started to raise his head and break the kiss, I gently bit down on his lower lip, refusing to let him go. I wrapped my arms around his back and could feel him sweating through his white, button-button up shirt. His previously well-kept hair was out of place and sweaty strands of it hung over his brow.

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over a year ago

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By *agnar1980Man
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *arsmike111Man
over a year ago

BIGGLESWADE

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

He continued to fork his cock in and out of my slit. My ass bounced up and down on the couch cushion as he fucked me onto it. For a moment, I wondered what he planned to do about the cushion when we were done. I knew it was soaking with my girl juice.

He picked up speed and began grunting with every other thrust. The pinkish hue in his cheeks had spread across his face and onto his neck. He squeezed his eyes shut and I could tell he was clenching his teeth, trying to keep from cumming.

I tried to overcome his resistance. I rolled my pussy muscles and tried to talk dirty to him. "Yeah, keep going. You like it don't you? You like fucking your babysitter with your big, fat cock." He let out a long groan and picked up more speed. The sound of skin on skin was so loud I briefly worried that his wife might hear it upstairs.

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By *wloverMan
over a year ago

evesham

This is so hot, I cannot wait for more

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By *attboy107Man
over a year ago

Near Bedford

She's probably looking through the crack of the open door, waiting for him to unload before eating you to another orgasm

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over a year ago

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He was hammering me so hard it felt like he was going to drive me through the couch. "Unnhhh...mmmmmm...ohhhh! Shit! You're so fucking hot!" he cried out. He threw his head back and I was surprised to see him pull out. He had barely gotten his cock out of me when a rope of cum shot out of it. It arced high across my torso and landed just below my neck, some of It getting on my shirt. It startled me and I jerked back but there was nowhere to go. He pinned me down to the couch with one hand as he stroked himself off with the other. The next spurt went slightly off center. Half of it landed on the edge of my torso and half landed on the couch cushion. The next two spurts were less powerful and landed in the middle of my chest.

He continued to stroke his wet cock and milk his warm cum out over my body until it was only dripping out. Several drops landed on my pussy and I was tempted to rub it in into my engorged lips. Even though I was grateful he had pulled out, part of me was disappointed. It would've been a thrill to know that this hunk of a married man had been so driven wild by lust that he'd cum in someone other than his wife.

When he was done, he let out a deep sigh. He shook his cock twice, letting another drop of his cum fall onto my pussy. He moved his other hand from my body and pushed himself to his feet. He gazed down at me, admiring my freshly fucked body. He gave me that heart-melting smile and began raising his pants.

For a moment, I thought I heard a noise behind me. The sudden look of sheer terror on his face confirmed that I wasn't hearing things. "Shit! Shit! Put your pants back on!" he hissed as he bent down to retrieve my clothing. No sooner than he'd handed them to me, he slapped them out of my hands.

"Hey!" I cried out in annoyance and leaned forward to retrieve my clothes.

"Hush! She's coming! Shit!" He reached behind me and snatched the blanket from the back of the couch that I'd been using earlier. He threw it over my body then lifted the bottom of it and kicked my clothes under it. "Hi, honey, is everything ok?" he said, looking past the top of the couch. I heard footsteps behind me.

"I'm fine, just thirsty," Mrs. Jones said from behind the couch. "What are you still doing up?"

"I was...uhhh...just about to take Jasmine home." He was tugging on the bottom of his untucked shirt and looking as guilty as the cat that ate the canary. Or rather, as guilty as the husband that ate the babysitter's pussy.

"Oh, hey Jasmine. You're still here?" Mrs. Jones said coming around the couch and seeing me trying to hide myself beneath the blanket.

"Umm...yeah. I fell asleep watching a movie and Mr. Jennings offered to drive me home."

"That's sweet of him," she said smiling at him. "He's always looking out for others." Her brow furrowed and she looked around the room. She wrinkled her nose and I was sure she could smell the sex in the air. She got a confused look on her face but then shook her head like she was shaking out cobwebs. She staggered past us into the kitchen, stumbling once as she went, clearly still d*unk.

Mr. Jones and I kept our eyes focused on the doorway until we heard the faucet running. "Hurry put your pants on!" he whispered and flipped up the end of the blanket to retrieve my pants. His hands were shaking as he tried to hand them to me and ended up dropping them. When he knelt and picked them back up, we heard the water in the kitchen shut off. He quickly threw the blanket back over my pants and stood back up trying to look innocent. I had the blanket pulled up to my chin, hoping and praying that Mrs. Jones wouldn't come sit on the couch.

She walked back into the living room holding a tall glass of water. She paused and took a long drink from it before continuing across the room toward Mr. Jones. I could see his body tense up as she approached.

"I'm heading back to bed," she said. "Drive safely, but hurry. There might be something waiting for you when you get back." She smiled and drew in close to him. At first, she looked like she was going to give him a hug. But she quickly leaned in for a kiss. I saw Mr. Jones try to pull his head back at the last second but she caught him by surprise and got there before he could get away. I looked on in horror as she kissed him full on the lips. When she pulled back she got that confused look on her face again. I knew she could smell my pussy on his face. She could probably taste me on his lips too. My heart stopped as I waited for it all to register in her brain.

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By *otonfoxMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *ornyone30Man
over a year ago

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Wow, ace read. Can't wait for more

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over a year ago

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By *untimes6969Man
over a year ago

Newcastle upon Tyne

Great writing, got us all on the edge of the chair - some will have clothes and others with their pants off!!

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

She looked up at his disheveled hair. "You're sweating honey, is everything ok?" she said as she swept the hair from his forehead.

I pulled the blanket tighter around my body. I could feel my clothes beneath my feet and dug my toes into them. Mr. Jones passed his hand over the side of his face and looked down at his damp palm as if it was covered in ketchup instead of sweat.

"No, I'm...uhh...yes, I'm ok. Actually, now that you mention it, I'm feeling a little feverish," he said. "I think I might be coming down with the flu or something."

"Aww, my poor baby," she frowned and brought him in for a hug. Even as we teetered on the edge of getting caught, I felt a ping of pride in the pit of my stomach. As I watched this beautiful woman hold him in a loving embrace, I was pleased with myself. Even though he was married to her, he had just been fucking me like I was only woman in the world he'd ever want.

She let him go and stepped past him. "Have a good night Jasmine. Thank you for keeping such a good eye on Alex," she said.

"No trouble at all," I said with half my face hidden behind the blanket. She smiled and began heading for the stairs. I lowered the blanket as I heard her going up. I flashed a grin at Mr. Jones and called out to her over my shoulder, "It was all my pleasure." He shot me a death glare and mouthed the word 'No.'

We both listened carefully as she climbed the stairs and her footsteps faded down the hallway. We waited another moment before I threw the blanket off and snatched up my clothes. After stepping into my panties and jeans, I tucked my phone into my pocket and readjusted my bra and pulled down my shirt.

He let out a deep, relieved breath. "Ok, time to get you home," he said.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a wall mirror as we walked to the door. My face was flushed and my hair looked like I'd just been fucked. I did my best to try to smooth it out. I hoped my mom wouldn't notice the wet spots on my shirt.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

My heart was racing as I lightly rapped on the front door of Mr. and Mrs. Jones' house. I tugged aimlessly at the collar of my purple silk blouse. It had a low scoop and a wide collar. I had undone the top button, which showed off the tops of both of my breasts. I considered undoing another button, hoping to catch Mr. Jone's eye. If I was lucky, I'd catch more than that.

I could hear voices coming from behind the house. The Jennings had invited me over for a cookout they were throwing for their friends. When Mrs. Jones had invited me, she told me it was their way of showing gratitude for coming on short notice to babysit for them recently. In truth, the cookout was part reward and part job. They had hired me to keep an eye on their baby while they entertained their guests.

I stepped back from the door and was intending to go around the house to the back yard. As soon as I stepped away, the door swung open and I was greeted by Mrs. Jones.

"Hey, Jasmine! I'm so glad you could make it," she said, stepping through the doorway and opening her arms.

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over a year ago

Great writing.

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By *arsmike111Man
over a year ago

BIGGLESWADE

Nice glad there's more.

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By *aidbackcpleCouple
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

I closed the gap and embraced her lightly. She squeezed me tightly and patted me on the back before letting me go. I suddenly realized what an incredibly strange feeling it is to be greeted so warmly by a woman who had no idea you had fucked her husband. I could physically feel the guilt roll over in my stomach.

"Thank you for hiring me again," I said.

"No, thank you," she said as she led me into the house. "You did a great job with Alex last time, and since Rachel couldn't make it this time, we knew you were the person to call."

As I followed her into the living room, my eyes fell onto the couch where Mr. Jobes had pounded me almost senseless while she was upstairs sleeping. I didn't see any stains on the cushion and wondered whether Mr. Jones had cleaned up the evidence of our lovemaking session or had simply turned the cushion over.

She led me into the kitchen where she had been mixing and flattening hamburger meat for the grill. There was a pile of hot dogs and two huge bowls of salad sitting on an island in the middle of the kitchen. At the other end of the kitchen was a spacious dining room dominated by a table made of thick glass. There was a bowl of fruit in the center of it and six black cushioned chairs were lined around it. The far wall stopped next to a sliding glass door that led out to a deck and into the backyard. There were several people standing near the bottom of the deck sipping iced drinks.

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over a year ago

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By *arsmike111Man
over a year ago

BIGGLESWADE

I think she knows.

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By *un Bi couple yorkshireCouple
over a year ago

Doncaster

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Make yourself at home," Mrs. Jones said. "Oh, but before you get too comfortable, could you take these out to Harold? He's down by the grill." My heart fluttered at the mention of her husband's name. She handed me a tin platter filled with raw hamburger patties.

"Sure, no problem," I said, accepting the platter.

"If he has too much meat down there, you can bring these back. There are coolers in the backyard and some food already out. Feel free to help yourself to anything," she added as I headed for the door.

"If it's alright, I'd be fine helping myself to your husband's meat," I muttered under my breath.

I walked into the backyard and was greeted by several of the Jones' guests. As I turned the corner, I saw more people out in the main part of their spacious yard. Everyone looked to be in their 30s or older. Mr. Jones was standing behind a large charcoal grill. The floppy, white chef's hat and apron he was wearing made him look like a fast food short-order cook. He was talking to another man who appeared to be commenting on either the grill or the food on the grill. Judging from Mr. Jone's face, whatever the man was saying, Mr. Jones' wasn't interested. He glanced up as I approached.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Well, hello there stranger," he waved a spatula at me and offered a smile that immediately made my heart warm. The man he was talking to turned around. He was several years older than Mr. Jones. His dark hair and beard had taken on a salt-and-pepper appearance. His eyes immediately fell to my exposed cleavage.

I rolled my eyes at him before returning my gaze to Mr. Jones and returning his smile. "Hi, Mr. Jones!" I mentally cursed myself. My voice made me sound like a squeaky little schoolgirl. I cleared my throat and tried to lower it an octave. "Mrs. Jones sent these out. She said if it's too much for right now that I could take them back up to the house."

"No, these are fine, you can put them over there," he pointed to a nearby table. Without another word to me, he picked up his conversation with the older man. "So like I was saying, even if you use wood chips, you don't get the same flavor from a gas grill."

I thought about making a risqué joke about how good his meat probably tasted, but the moment passed. I frowned, feeling a pinch in my chest at the lack of attention. Mr. Jones hadn't even looked me over. I'd gotten my nails and hair done in anticipation of seeing him again. I stepped around the grill, hoping to draw his attention. He continued to prattle on with the other guy as if I was invisible. I lingered there for a few more moments until it was clear Mr. Jones was more interested in the aspects of grilling than with me.

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By *heboyfromtgewoodMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

I folded my arms over my chest and practically stomped away. I stopped at a cooler on my way back up to the house. I bent over at the waist, hoping that Mr. Jones might look up and catch a glimpse of my ass in my tight jeans. Of course, when I glanced back toward the grill, he was still fully engrossed in his conversation. My presence had been completely forgotten.

I don't know what I had expected. Mr. Jones was married to a smart, beautiful woman. I was just a silly little girl that he'd fucked one night when he was d*unk. How could I have ever expected it to mean anything more than that to him? Besides, I had a boyfriend. Still, the rejection from Mr. Jones was making my blood run warm.

I snatched a bottle of water from beneath the ice and pressed it against my forehead. I shut my eyes and reveled in the feel of the cool droplets of water rolling down my face.

"Excuse me miss, is this cooler taken?" someone said behind me.

I opened my eyes and turned to see a freckled guy in glasses staring at me with a toothy grin. He had flaming red hair that draped over his ears. He was several years older than me but looked to still be waging a minor battle against acne. His wrinkled blue Hawaiian floral shirt seemed out of place for the gathering. As my eyes quickly scanned down his rail thin body, I was pleased that he had at least had the decency not to wear socks with his sandals.

"No, please, it's all yours," I said as I turned away from him and the cooler.

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By *oss25Man
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Hey sorry, I didn't mean to intrude," he said, running to catch up with me. "My name's Pat." He extended his hand to me. It was warm and clammy when I took it and I had to resist the urge to wipe my hand on my jeans. "So, do you uhh...come here often?" He still had the same silly grin on his face.

"No, I can't say that I do." I shot a quick glance around and quickly tried to think of an exit strategy. Everyone was either caught up in their own conversations or stuffing their faces.

"I work with Harold," he pointed toward the grill as if I didn't know who Mr. Jones was. "They throw the best parties. Good food and good drinks. And now I guess they include beautiful women too." His smile grew wider.

If I had rolled my eyes any harder, they would've fallen out of my head. "Well, Pat, it was nice to meet you. I'm going to grab some food." I started walking toward the table where hotdogs and hamburgers were set up.

"I'll go with you with. I could go for some grub too," he said, stepping into my path.

Unable to shake my shadow, I walked with him and listened as he began to drone on about how long he'd known Mr. Jones and the work he did. As I fixed the toppings on my hamburger, I briefly considered shooting him with a bottle of ketchup just to make him go away. Just past his shoulder, I caught sight of Mr. Jones working the grill. He was now talking to some short, stringy-haired, middle-aged floozy in a yellow sundress that was ten seasons out of style.

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Patrick stayed attached to my hip after I got my hamburger. My eyes kept drifting over to Mr. Jones and the woman at the grill. As Patrick and I walked through the yard, I shifted course so that our path would take us close to the grill. As we drew closer, I let out a huge laugh as if Patrick had something outrageously funny, and I lightly slapped him on the back. I leaned in close to him as we passed. I smirked when my ear caught Mr. Jones stumbling over his words. I swayed my hips as I walked, certain that he was looking at me and certain that the woman would notice him looking at me.

Patrick and I took up station at a table further across the yard. I sat so that I could watch Mr. Jones over Patrick's shoulder. Mr. Jones had returned to his conversation. I shot eye-daggers at him and the woman with him as Patrick blathered about something I was not at all listening to.

A passing form suddenly caught my eye. When I looked up, it turned out to be Mrs. Jones carrying a tray of hotdogs. I watched as she dropped them off at the grill with Mr. Jones. She stepped around the grill and pecked him on the lips. Even from a distance, I could see the jealousy on the floozy's face. "Right on, Mrs. Jones!" I silently cheered.

Mrs. Jones turned and started heading back up toward the house. She caught my eye and diverted toward Patrick and me. I noticed Patrick's eyes drifting toward her chest. She was wearing a tasteful yellow tank top but it strained under the size of her full breasts.

"Hey guys, enjoying yourselves?" she asked.

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By *23-4funMan
over a year ago

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

"Yeah, we're having a great time," Patrick said, his eyes barely moving up to her face. "These burgers are delicious," he held up his barely eaten burger. He'd been running his mouth too much to eat.

"Sure, yeah, the people here are pretty cool," I said with a sideways glance at Patrick.

Mrs. Jones picked up on it and started to grin but managed to hide it. As she turned to walk away, I pleaded with my eyes for her to stay. Another grin started to form on her face.

"Oh, I almost forgot. Jasmine, when you have a chance, would you mind checking on Alex for me?" she said.

I jumped up so quickly that I knocked over the chair I was sitting in. "Absolutely! I'll do it right now," I said. I all but sprinted past her toward the house.

"I'll give you a hand," Patrick said, getting up.

Mrs. Jennings stepped to block his path. "Actually, Alex is still getting over a cold. I'd rather not have him around too many people right now. Jasmine will be back in a few minutes."

Patrick looked a little stung but sat back down. "I'll wait for you here." It took every ounce of willpower for me to summon a smile that wouldn't look completely fake.

"Oh-em-gee, thank you for saving me," I said to Mrs. Jones as we walked to the house.

"No problem, I could see you were kinda dying there," she giggled. "Patrick is sweet, but a little overeager."

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By *ack Seat LoverTV/TS
over a year ago

Woking

Loving where this could go....

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By *uperadMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

dungannon

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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By *attboy107Man
over a year ago

Near Bedford

Great build up, is jasmine going to make it a Jones double

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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

As we walked up to the house, the memory of what I'd done with her husband suddenly came racing back into my mind. I felt the ball of guilt welling up in my stomach again. It was nauseating. It was almost enough to make me want to go back and sit with Patrick just to get out of her presence. As soon as we got into the house, I wasted no time separating from her and going upstairs to check on Alex.

He was sleeping soundly. He had blonde curls like his mother, and the way they framed his face made him look like a doll. I pulled his blanket up over his tiny body and gently stroked his soft hair.

Beautiful child. Loving husband. Wonderful home. Successful career. In that moment, I was so envious of Mrs. Jones I half expected my skin to turn green. That same envy is how I'd justified fucking her husband. It wasn't that I was some kind of teenaged homewrecker. I merely wanted to sample the life of a woman whose life was filled with all the things I hoped to one day have. I wasn't trying to take any of it away from her. I wasn't a horrible person.

I smiled as I watched her son sleep. His chest rose and fell as he breathed little puffs of air in and out of his body. He was so sweet, peaceful, and innocent. He had a loving home and was being raised by two loving parents.

"I promise you Alex, I'll never do anything to try to disrupt your life. You don't deserve to have anyone come between your parents." He continued sleeping peacefully. "I just...," I trailed off. I patted his head and left the room.

When I went back downstairs, Mrs. Jones was filling cupcake wrappers with cake batter. I walked toward her, and against my better judgement, I intended to offer to help her in the kitchen. The guilt of being around her was starting to fill me up again.

"Hey, do you need a hand with anything?" I said.

She looked up and smiled when she saw me. "No, I think everything is under control. All the meat is outside. I just need to get these cupcakes into the oven and then I'm going to go change my shirt." She gestured to a large spot on the left side of her torso. "It's almost the color of my shirt though, maybe no one would notice," she said with a chuckle.

I tried to force a laugh but it came out more like a melodic cough. I stood wringing my hands while I watched her. After a moment, she looked back up.

"I know what's going on," she said soberly.

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over a year ago

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My heart leapt out of my chest and onto the kitchen floor. She knew. All this time she had kept up a warm front and a pleasant demeanor, but she knew what me and her husband had done. I wanted to run from the kitchen but my feet were nailed to the floor. I couldn't even tear my eyes away from her. Her eyes bored through me and peeled back the layers of my flesh until my soul felt bare before her.

She looked back down at the cupcakes. Silence filled the kitchen. I couldn't even begin to think of what to say. Not that it would've mattered. My jaw felt like it was wired shut.

"You know," she said after a long while, "you're going to have to go back out there and face him sooner or later."

Given a choice, I'd prefer sooner rather than later. I had no problem facing her husband. It was her that I was hating having to face.

She glanced at a large bowl on the counter island. "Well, if you want to avoid him for a little while longer, I guess you could help me with the icing. The cupcakes won't take long." She looked back at me and I took a step back. "But you're going to have to deal with Patrick eventually. He's clearly smitten with you." A grin spread across her face. I took in a huge gulp of air, suddenly realizing that I hadn't been breathing for the past several moments. Patrick! She was talking about me and Patrick!

"Oh yeah, well, yeah I think he likes me," I said.

Mrs. Jones's expression turned serious again. "Just don't lead him on. He's a sweet kid, but like I said, he's very eager."

My heartbeat was thundering so loudly that I could barely hear her. "Umm, yeah sure. I would never do that." My voice sounded grainy like I'd swallowed a handful of table salt. Mrs. Jones smiled and returned to the cupcakes. I crossed the kitchen on unsteady legs and walked to the bowl she'd set aside for the icing.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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"You seem very capable in the kitchen," Mrs. Jones said, "so I won't insult your intelligence on how to make the icing. But please don't make it too sweet. Harold likes it sweet but I'm trying to get him to cut back on sugar."

"Sure, I'll take care of it." My voice was still strained. I swallowed and tried to clear it. "I cook all the time at home. With just me and my mom at the house, I had to learn."

Mrs. Jones nodded and let me go to work. She directed me to ingredients for the icing and I made substitutions for things they didn't have. I mixed everything into the bowl, step by step. I was whipping the white icing around the bowl when I heard the door in the dining room slide open. I almost dropped the bowl when Mr. Jones walked in.

"Hey, honey," he said to her. "Hey Jasmine," he said, barely looking at me. Once again there was a pinch in my heart. I stared at him as he walked to his wife and embraced her from behind, pecking her on the cheek with a tender kiss. I tried not to be jealous, but it was hard not to be. I averted my eyes and violently stabbed my spoon into the icing mix.

"How is everything going outside?" Mrs. Jones asked her husband.

"Everything is great. Everyone is enjoying the food. I was just about to put the chicken on the grill but I figured this party called for my famous, five-alarm, B-B-Quuuuue!" He clapped his hands and let out a loud whoop.

"Mmm, yum. That'll be delicious." I caught something in Mrs. Jones's voice that suggested Mr. Jones's barbecue sauce was anything but delicious. She shot me a glance and a smirk that confirmed my suspicions. I turned away to hide my smile.

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over a year ago

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By *ogue78Man
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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When Mr. Jones stepped to the pantry at the far side of the kitchen, Mrs. Jones sidled up to me, grinning the entire way. She gave a conspiratorial glance over her shoulder to confirm that Mr. Jones was out of earshot.

"Please, Jasmine, for the love of everyone at this party, you have got to do something about his barbecue sauce," she whispered.

"What do you mean?" I said.

She opened her mouth and stuck her index finger in, making a gagging motion. I stifled a giggle. "You know your way around a kitchen. Maybe you could make some helpful suggestions on how he could improve it." She glanced back in Mr. Jones's direction to confirm she hadn't been heard. "I'll be back. I'm going to go change this shirt and check on Alex."

Without another word, she left the kitchen and headed upstairs. I went back to mixing the icing and it didn't immediately dawn on me that I was alone with Mr. Jones for the first time since the night he'd fucked me on their living room couch. It also didn't immediately dawn on me that he had walked up behind me. I let out a scream when I felt arms around my waist.

"God, I've missed you," Mr. Jones whispered. He nuzzled his nose into my hair and inhaled. He let out a low moan as I felt him grind against my ass. He was already hard.

My mind raced with a million thoughts at once. He'd been dismissive of me the whole day, as if I was just a silly girl with a crush. It was like he'd had his fun and then dropped me. I was good enough for a one-night fuck but wasn't good enough for him and his classy friends?

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I stepped closer to the counter so that his body was no longer touching mine and I lowered my head away from his face. This movement exposed my neck and in the next instant, his mouth clamped down on it.

I squeezed my eyes shut and took in a sharp breath. The mixing spoon fell from my hand and clattered onto the countertop. My brain commanded my body to move away from him, but it felt like my body was slowly turning to jelly from the neck down. Mr. Jones flicked his tongue against my skin and gently sucked it between his lips. My breath caught in my lungs when his teeth grazed me.

He pressed his body against me again, wedging me against the edge of the counter. I felt his hands snake their way up from my waist to my tits. I shuddered when his palms slid onto them. Even through my bra, his palms against my hard nipples sent spikes of pleasure through my body.

My resentment toward him was quickly draining away. I ground my ass back at him as he rhythmically rotated his hips against me. His fingertips found my nipples through my bra and pinched them, nearly causing me to fall face first into the bowl of icing in front of me. I gripped the edge of the counter to keep myself upright.

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Low moans started to form in my throat but they were broken by the sound of footsteps approaching the kitchen. He spun away from me like a tornado and sprinted across the room to the pantry.

Mrs. Jones entered the kitchen and went to the oven and opened it. The smell of baked goods wafted to my nose. "These look like they're done," she said as she donned an oven mitt and retrieved the cupcakes. She sat them on the counter and flicked the oven mitt aside. "I'm going to go play hostess for a while and leave you two chefs to it," Mrs. Jones said.

"We'll see you in a bit, honey. We're going to cook up something good," Mr. Jones said. "It's going to be delicious!" he sucked his fingers for emphasis. I half-wondered if he was referring to tasting something other than the barbecue sauce.

I kept my back to both of them, certain that Mrs. Jones would be able to read the guilt on my face. I cringed as she approached me from behind.

"How's the icing coming?" she said.

"Umm, it's fine. I think it's just about done."

She swiped her finger along the edge of the bowl and tasted it. "Mmmm, that's great!" She glanced over her shoulder in the direction of Mr. Jones and then back to me. Lowering her voice, "Now, if you could do the same with his 'five-alarm b-b-cue,' that'd be even better." I forced a low chuckle as she mimicked him. She strolled toward the dining room, "I'll be outside if you need anything."

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over a year ago

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By *rdiscreet327Man
over a year ago

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By *attboy107Man
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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Brillent. Love it

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over a year ago

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As soon as the door to the backyard slid shut, Mr. Jones popped out of the pantry. He made a beeline toward me. His eyes were filled with pure lust. I took a step back but with the counter behind me, there was nowhere to go. When he reached me, he took my face in his hands and pulled it toward his and pressed his lips against mine. I didn't even have a chance to react as he slipped his tongue into my mouth and rolled it over mine. There was so much passion in his kiss that it seemed like he was trying to swallow my soul. Or at least my face. When he broke away, I found myself gasping for air.

"You're so beautiful, Jasmine." He was gazing deep into my eyes and his hands were still cradling my face.

A warmth built in the center of my chest and spread out across the upper half of my body. I was only able to respond by grinning shyly like the silly girl I was. He pulled me in for another long kiss. I felt like I was starting to float. I felt light on my feet to the point that it felt like my toes were barely touching the floor. When he broke the kiss, I realized why I felt like I was floating. His hands were on my hips and he was lifting me.

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over a year ago

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By *ndyandMandyCouple
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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He sat me up on the counter and stepped between my spread legs. He kissed me gently on the lips and then began trailing kisses along my cheek and down the side of my neck. Each kiss sent a chill up my spine. I leaned back on one hand and wrapped the other hand around the back of his head. I dropped my head back, giving him greater room to roam.

He kissed along the front of my neck and down my chest until he reached the junction of my purple blouse and my cleavage. He pressed his mouth against my exposed skin and slipped his tongue down my blouse.

I barely noticed his hands at the button of my capris. My eyes shot open when he unbuttoned them and I felt him trying to tug them over my hips.

"No, we can't. What if your wife—"

He covered my mouth with his. The pure desire he had for me caused me to raise my butt off the counter so he could slide my capris down. I figured he just wanted to mess around a little. Surely there was no real harm in that. Besides, I'd stop him before he tried pulling my panties down. He surprised me by pulling my capris and panties over my hips at the same time. I jumped at the feel of the cool granite countertop against my skin.

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

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Fantastic story please keep it going

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By *arsmike111Man
over a year ago

BIGGLESWADE

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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He broke our kiss just long enough to pull my panties down to my ankles. I opened my mouth to protest but his mouth once again found my neck. I closed my eyes and gave in to the feelings surging through my body. He kissed his way down until he was once again at my cleavage. This time, his hands found the front of my blouse and he began lifting it as he kissed down over the front of the silk fabric, putting several wet spots across the middle.

He pulled my blouse up to my neck and wasted no time reaching behind me to unclasp my bra. I was surprised by the dexterity of his fingers. I'd never had a boy spend less than two minutes trying to unhook my bra.

Mr. Jones flipped my bra cups up, exposing my tits to his eyes. I felt an inclination to cover myself, but before I could, he leaned forward and wrapped his lips around my nipple. I cried out and pulled his head tight against my chest and put my other hand onto the countertop, trying to keep myself sitting up. I knew we were in dangerous territory, but I figured once he'd had a little fun, we'd stop. He gave my nipple a long, slow lick before moving his mouth to the other nipple and doing the same thing.

When I felt his fingertips sliding along my thigh, I immediately knew where he was headed. "No, mmm, mmm. We can't." I clamped my legs tight around his body to try to block his hand's access to my pussy.

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By *reasyontheeyesMan
over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Bradford

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He gave up for the moment and brought his hands up to squeeze my tits. I moaned into the top of his head as he rapidly flicked his tongue over my hard nipple. With each passing moment, I found myself growing more and more desperate for his touch. I was swiveling my hips on the counter and felt it getting wet beneath me.

He moved his mouth to my other nipple, leaving the first one standing tall and feeling cool in the kitchen air. He moved his hand up and rubbed his palm over the nipple. It was almost too sensitive. I kissed the top of his head as he sucked the other nipple. By now, all resentment I'd felt toward him for the way he'd treated me had completely disappeared.

I was caught a little off guard when he lowered his hand and moved it onto the top of my thigh. Once again, I managed to tighten the grip of my thighs on him and block his path to my pussy. Instead of trying to reach it, he moved his hand from my leg toward the bowl of icing. Through half-open eyes, I watched him scoop some out with his fingers and bring it toward my chest. He moved his head away and smeared icing over the nipple he'd just been sucking. The contrast between the white icing and my skin was sharp.

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over a year ago

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By *attboy107Man
over a year ago

Near Bedford

Sex and food, what more can you ask

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He leaned forward and managed to lick away a drop of icing that was just about to fall from my nipple. He looked like a serpent as he flicked his tongue around my nipple and puffy areola, lapping up every bit of the sugary mix. He reached into the bowl and scooped out more icing and draped my other nipple with it. I was losing the strength in my arm to keep myself sitting up, so I closed my eyes and laid back on the counter. Mr. Jones's head went with me, never letting his tongue break contact with my tits. He had to step closer to do so and when he did, it brought the front of his pants directly into contact with my pussy. I moaned as he leaned down onto me. I could feel his hard cock through his pants and wanted it inside me. I lifted my ass off the counter and tried to grind against him, but he put a hand on my hip, holding me in place.

"Now, how would I look going back outside with a damp spot on the front of my pants?" he said. I grinned as the image formed in my mind.

He licked my nipple until it was clean and then scooped out more icing. He slathered it across both of my tits and then went to work cleaning them with his mouth. He repeated the process twice before he moved up over my body, kissing up between my tits, over my blouse, onto my neck, and up to my earlobe.

"So, how is the icing?" I said, stifling a giggle. "Did I do a good job?"

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"Yes, it's soooo sweet." He punctuated his words by breathing deeply against my ear. His warm breath made me shudder. "But there's something even sweeter on this counter I want to lick." As he spoke, he took a step back, his eyes fixed on my exposed pussy.

I moved hands down, covering it. I could feel his hardness against my knuckles. "No, we can't. What if someone walks in?" In truth, I almost didn't care whether someone walked in. I needed to feel him. But I was hoping he'd be the rational one.

He leaned back down over my body, this time kissing my opposite earlobe. "Just let me taste it," he whispered into my ear, "just for a minute."

"Noooo, someone will catch us." I could hear my own voice wavering. "There are people right outside on the deck."

He kissed my earlobe and sucked it between his teeth. "No one will walk in, it'll be fine." He inched himself forward, poking me with his pants-covered cock. I groaned at the feel and knew I wouldn't be able to keep up my resistance. "Just...for...a...minute," he whispered into my ear. His voice was deep and raspy. With each word, he licked the tip of my earlobe, making me shudder each time and bite my lower lip to try to keep from crying out. "Five licks. Let me just have five licks and then I'll stop."

It sounded like a reasonable request. My lust-filled mind was clearly not as capable of rational thought as my normal mind. "Only five?"

"Only...five," he gently bit my earlobe.

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

I’m loving this story. Naughty babysitter stories are such a turn on

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By *attboy107Man
over a year ago

Near Bedford

Only 5,let's see how that goes

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I relaxed my thighs, and as soon as I did, he kissed his way back along my neck. He wasted no time moving down my body, as if I might change my mind any moment. He didn't pause as he kissed between my breasts and continued down until he reached the thin strip of hair above my pussy. Instead of going right for his goal, he drew his head to the right and kissed the corner of my thigh. He continued along my inner thigh until he reached my knee, then moved to the other knee and planted warm kisses along my skin until he reached the corner of that thigh. When his mouth was centered back above my pussy, he snaked his tongue out and ran it through the cleft of my pussy lips.

"Oh fuck," I cried out. I'd waited so long to feel him again. The touch of his tongue was like pure electricity. If I hadn't been laying down, I would've fallen over.

"Mmmm, you taste as good as I remember." He licked me again and my hands shot to the back of his head. I grabbed a handful of his hair, mostly to steady my arms and keep from pulling his face into my pussy.

My legs shuddered when he licked me for the third time. When I bounced my ass on the counter, I could feel my juice on the surface beneath me. His fourth lick started low at the bottom of my pussy. It was agonizingly slow as if he was trying to taste me with every one of his taste buds. When his tongue reached my clit, I cried out again and my arms flailed out to the side. My elbow went into the icing and knocked the bowl across the counter.

He stopped and I felt him stand up. I opened my eyes and saw him gazing over his shoulder toward the dining room. "Hmm, maybe you're right. We should stop. There's no telling when someone might walk in."

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By *obawfettMan
over a year ago

South Wexford

Kitchen really is the best place at parties, love it

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

bathgate / benidorm

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over a year ago

Near Bedford

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By *agnar1980Man
over a year ago

Poole

So hard n horny now!

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over a year ago

Saffron Walden

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By *p22333Man
over a year ago

Witney

teenytinydelight.... Thank you for this such a good story. I think I can say for all of us we all can't wait for instalment..

But you have a gorgeous body and filthy mind ...AP

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

Can’t wait for the Mrs to catch u and join in yum

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over a year ago

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over a year ago

I tried to keep my voice even. "B-b...but that was only four. You get one more lick." I said it less for his benefit than for the fact that I was desperate to feel his tongue on my pussy again.

He shook his head slowly. "It's too risky. What if someone comes in to use the bathroom?"

"Come on, it's just one more. Just one lick. It'll only take a second." My voice sounded like the whine of a kid.

He stared at me and stroked his chin as if deep in thought. "Ok fine," he said, almost with a huff. "One more lick and then you have to get dressed."

I gave him a wide smile and had to keep myself from clapping my hands. He made a show of getting himself back into position with his face next to my pussy. Once again, his tongue started low on my pussy. As he brought it up between the lips, he flicked it quickly from side to side. I grabbed his hair again, but this time I arched my back and pressed my pussy against his face. His tongue kept moving upward but stopped just before he reached my clit.

"Ok, that's five," he said. I felt him trying to stand back up but I didn't let go of his hair. I needed more. Tightening my grip on his hair, I yanked his face back forward and pressed my pussy against his face. I could feel him trying to break free. I squeezed my thighs against the sides of his head and tried to trap him, even as he pushed against my legs, trying to pry himself free. His strength overpowered mine and he was able to move his head away. He slapped at my hands until I let go of his hair.

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"What are you doing?" he sounded almost angry.

"Please, just a little more. Just for a minute." I was desperate. I couldn't believe how quickly our roles had reversed.

"No! I told you someone might walk in." Even though he said it, I couldn't help noticing he made no effort to actually walk away.

"We could go to another room. No one will find out." I needed his mouth back on my pussy. "We could go upstairs, and if anyone comes in we could just say we were checking on Alex."

He shook his head. "No, I don't think it's a good idea."

"Oh my fucking God! Stop being such a pussy!" I could hardly believe what I'd just said, but I didn't care. I was d*unk with lust.

I detected the slightest twitch in his lips as if he was trying to keep from smiling. He rolled his eyes and glanced at his watch. He took another look over his shoulder toward the dining room and then back at me. "Fine. But only for a minute." He put his hands on my knees and pushed my thighs wider as he leaned forward and buried his face back in my pussy.

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over a year ago

Excellent

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By *arnsleyduoCouple
over a year ago

Barnsley

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over a year ago

Satisfied that I had won him over, I closed my eyes and ran my fingers through his hair. Unlike the leisurely licks he'd just been giving me, his mouth was now relentless. He whipped his tongue over my clit and then back down. He sawed his tongue in and out of my opening and made loud slurping noises like he was eating fruit. He reached up and began squeezing my tits as he continued to savor my pussy. Every flick of his tongue was like riding over a wave on a stormy sea.

I gave a passing thought to the possibility of us getting caught. I pictured the face of his grill-buddy walking in and having his jaw hit the floor as he watched me getting my pussy eaten. On second thought, having him be the one to catch us would probably be the best-case scenario. Instead of going to tell Mrs. Jones, it wouldn't surprise me if after catching us, he came sprinting across the room and buried his face between my tits.

Mrs. Jones catching us would be a different story entirely. I could see her in my mind, walking in and freezing in her tracks after seeing her husband's head between my legs. What worried me is that I didn't know her well enough to predict if she'd move to kill him, kill me, or just collapse in the middle of the floor.

I was brought out of my daydream as Mr. Jones worked his face back and forth against my pussy. The light stubble on his cheeks tickled me. I wanted to lay there and let him lick me all afternoon but I knew that couldn't happen. For one, as we'd both said, someone could walk into the house at any moment and discover us. And two, I wasn't going to last all afternoon—he was about to make me cum.

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I tightened my grip on his head and began humping myself against his face. I was starting to see colors against the backs of my eyelids. I'd been able to hear the Jones's guests outside laughing and socializing, but now, everything beyond Mr. Jones's mouth was slipping out of my consciousness.

I began moaning loudly as his tongue drove me toward my peak. Just as I closed in on the point of no return, he moved his head from my pussy and broke free from my grasp. I clutched desperately for his head but found nothing but air. I opened my eyes and found him grinning down at me. My eyes fell to his waist as I watched him undo his belt buckle and the button of his pants.

If I'd been in a better frame of mind, I would've stopped him. Instead, I involuntarily licked my lips and propped myself up on my elbows for a better view. When his hard cock sprang free, I noticed that he'd shaved his hair since the last time we were together. It made his cock stand out and look even thicker and longer. There was already a drop of precum on the tip.

He stepped closer, but instead of entering me, he stooped down and grabbed my legs. He stood back up, lifting them as he stood, forcing me to lie back. He lifted my legs up and then bent them back until he had free access to my pussy. I felt like I was almost folded in half.

I still had my shoes on and my panties were still around my ankles. He grabbed a handful of my clothing in one hand to hold my legs in place. With his free hand, he grabbed his throbbing cock and rubbed the spongy head against my soaking lips, and then, without any further warning, stabbed his cock into my pussy. The force pushed me across the countertop and I felt my ass cheeks slide through the wetness I'd left there.

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By *arsmike111Man
over a year ago

BIGGLESWADE

This just gets better and better.

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By *he-ProfessorMan
over a year ago

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He gazed down at me between my legs and grinned. He slowly pulled back and I tightened my muscles on him, trying to keep him in. I could feel my lips being pulled along with him. He pulled out until only his thick head remained and then pushed back in hard. He pulled out and then pushed in again. There was nothing gentle in his strokes. Every thrust slid me back and forth across the countertop. He wrapped his hands around my calves for leverage and then picked up the pace. My tits jiggled on my chest with each of his violent strokes. Every time his pubic bone smashed against mine, it sent a jolt through my core. Fearing that he would fuck me off the counter, I reached over my head and grabbed onto the back edge of the island.

The smack of skin echoed through the kitchen as his hips collided with my ass. It was so loud that I wondered if it could be heard outside. I only gave it a passing thought. He'd relit my fuse and I was about to explode. I was so desperate to cum that I probably would've let him keep fucking me even if someone walked in just then.

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