Bedding the babysitter - S01 E51

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E51

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 51

I slid two fingers inside her hot pussy and her moans increased exponentially. Shy, conservative Ashley left the room and was replaced by horny animated Ashley. As I pumped my fingers in and out of her, she got animated. "Oh fuck Jenny, harder, fuck my cunt harder."

I did, thrusting my fingers in and out as quickly as I could, but it wasn't enough.

"Another finger," she begged and I allowed my three middle fingers to fuck her.

"More," she moaned, "another, please."

I couldn't fathom another finger fitting into her pussy, but I added my pinkle, which her cunt surprisingly easily allowed.

"Aaaah," she screamed, and I was thankful her parents were not home.

A minute later, Ashley clearly on the brink of orgasm, she surprised me when she begged, "Fist-fuck me Jenny.

"Really?" I asked, not able to fathom my hand, although petite as hands go, fitting inside her.

"Fucking do it!" she demanded, "fist-fuck my cunt now."

Her urgency startled me, but with trepidation I did, scared I would hurt her. But like the four fingers, my fist slid inside her wet pussy rather easily. Once in, she began bucking her hips on my fist, literally fucking herself. I watched in amazed awe at how Ashley had transformed from a sweet timid girl to a raging slut so quickly, before realizing I had done the exact same thing in the past month.

Seeing her sweat, desperate to come, I leaned forward and sucked her swollen clit into my mouth. That was the pebble that broke the dam, as Ashley's legs wrapped around my head and she screamed, loud enough I was worried the neighbor's would think she was being murdered, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"

She collapsed onto the bed as her cum sprayed out of her, like a broken water fountain. I eagerly tried to catch all her sweet nectar, as all the while I continued to fist-fuck my beautiful girlfriend. Her whimpers continued for a long time, as did her orgasm. Finally she begged, "Please stop, I have to pee."

I pulled my fist out, which was surprisingly harder than putting it in,

and Ashley scurried to the bathroom. As I lay in her bed, giddy with

what had just occurred and hoping she was going to return the

favor, my cunt tingling like there's no tomorrow, I heard the front

door open and close.

I quickly searched for my clothes, just as Ashley returned to her room freaking out. "Shit, shit, shit, my parents are home."

"It's ok," I said, trying to calm her down, "get dressed and they will never know. tossed her her skirt and she quickly pulled it on, just as I finished dressing.

She quickly found her blouse and I made the bed, which was a complete disaster, just as there was a knock on her door.

Her mom announced, "We are home, sweetheart. Can I come in?"

Ashley, her face still just fucked red, looked at me as I jumped on the bed and opened a textbook, answered, "Sure."

Her mom came in, dressed in a beautiful red cocktail dress, looking like a twin to Ashley, not a mother. "Oh, you have company."

Ashley was paralyzed, clearly not used to lying to her mom or almost getting caught having lesbian sex. So I stood up and walked over to her. "HI, Mrs. Swanson, I am Jenny."

"Hi, Jenny," she replied cordially, adding, "we have heard a lot about you."

"You have?" questioned, playing all innocent. "I hope it was all good.

"Of course," she smiled, 'well, I will leave you two alone. But it is getting late."

"I was just leaving." I replied.

Once the door was closed, Ashley collapsed on the bed. "Oh my God, do you think she knows?"

'How would she?" I asked. "It looked like two girls studying."

Ashley then texted me:

Jenny,

I can't wait!!! I really LOVE spending time with you and YES you are MY girlfriend.

On cloud nine, I put my phone way and entered the house.

Once in the house, I went to the front room and was surprised for one last time today. For the second time today, I saw my mother in a compromising position...this time she was on her knees between the legs of Mistress Megan.

Megan looked up, smiled at me and asked casually, as if my Mother wasn't currently pleasing her, 'How was your date?"

To be continued...