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The k**s were screaming, and my wife was out back, smoking another cigarette. Sometimes I can't wait to get out of the house, even if it means spending more time with Shelley, who's been growing meaner and colder as we age.
It was going to be about ten more minutes until our new babysitter came by. The last one went to college last week—we'd used her ever since our oldest was born about six years ago. The old girl was so sweet, and was going off to study educational psychology. She was great with the k**s.
We found the new girl on Craigslist. She just graduated high school and she's 18 years old. She'll be here in about ten minutes. I hope she has those magical babysitter powers. The good ones can make the k**s stop crying before we even leave the house. Shelley can't do that. And I can't do it either... Don't get me wrong—I love the k**s. We have three beautiful small c***dren. Just a dad isn't the same as a mom. And I don't think Shelley has been that good of a mother to them. And she hasn't been that good of a wife to me. She used to be so fun, and sexy. We were just young punks in the city. Cut ahead a few years and she's so wrapped up in all the small town bullshit I was hoping we would avoid, gossiping on the phone and making enemies with other moms.
I've kept my body in shape—I'm 45 and muscular, with salt and pepper hair. I'm about 6'2. Shelley used to be a skinny little thing but after years of church bake sales, she's become unrecognizable.
The doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts and I greeted the babysitter.
"Hi! Are you Mr. Wilson?"
"You must be Tess."
The vision before me smiled and I lost my breath. My cock leapt to life the minute I laid eyes on this little babysitter. Tess was short and small, maybe 5 feet even. She had a compact body, super fit, and I wondered from looking at her shapely thighs and tight calves if she was a soccer player or a dancer. Her waist was impossibly tiny, her eyes were bright blue, her hair was wavy and blonde. I tried to avoid staring at her oversized tits, which sat high on her tiny frame, wrapped in a tight tank top, bra straps visible. I was hard. I'm not that good at gauging bra sizes but they must have been D's or E's at least. Her top was low-cut enough that I could see the tops of her huge boobs, and the soft flesh jiggled a little with all her movements. I would soon come to find out that she moved a lot, bouncing up and down when she talked, skipping instead of walking... She had to know the effect it all had.
"Come on in," I said. "We're just getting ready to go."
Tess bounced in, and the k**s came running to meet their new sitter.
"Hi guys!" she said, bending down to rub their hair and learn their names. In a few minutes she was in the back room, playing with them. Gone were the tears, the petty fights – they were just playing and laughing. So she did have the magic powers. Shelley came out from the back and grabbed her purse. She tightly asked if I was ready.
"Do you wanna meet the new babysitter?"
"No, not particularly." she said.
I shrugged. "Why not?"
"I don't know, John."
"Alright, then we can just leave," I said. "Let me go give her some quick instructions."
I walked into the playroom and was greeted by the sight of my babysitter's tight, perfect ass. She was kneeling and bent over, showing the k**s something. They were in rapture. I was too. Fuck, she was hot. Bent over like that, I could see the backs of her creamy thighs. I couldn't see her panties but I'm sure if I kneeled down too I could see them. I didn't. Instead I cleared my throat.
"Hey Tess, just a couple things," I said. Tess jumped up and came toward me, her huge tits bouncing up and down in her little tank top. I tried not to stare.
"Yeah?" she said. Her voice was so sweet and innocent. She looked up at me, her puffy, pink lips slightly parted.
"Um. Bed by 9. Emergency numbers are on the fridge. We'll be home around 11. We can drive you home."
"Alright! Thanks, Mr. Wilson! See you soon!"
The k**s jumped up and hugged my leg.
I shook them off and left in a hurry, hoping she couldn't see the bulge in my jeans.
That night, Shelley ignored me as usual. But during intermission I convinced her to take a shot of bourbon with me and after that she was much more playful, squeezing my hand and actually smiling at me.
"I'm sorry I've been hard on you these past few years," she said in a quiet moment after the play. Her eyes were starting to glaze over with tears. I grabbed her hand and we walked to the car.
"I know, baby," I said.
"It's just been hard. Having k**s. Gaining weight. Being away from my family."
I held her in the car while she cried. I loved her. She was my wife. We made a few promises to each other that night – to try harder, to be better. I felt good about our relationship for the first time in a while. When we got home, Tess had put on a big hoodie and was curled up watching TV.
"Hi Tess," Shelley said. "Sorry I didn't get to say hi earlier."
Tess jumped up and said hi. God, her smile was incredible. She had huge lips and bright white teeth—kind of like a young Julia Roberts. After a little hey-how-were-the-k**s chat, it was decided that Shelley would drive Tess home. I sat on the couch and exhaled. When Shelley got back, she crawled into bed with me and I put my arm around her soft, doughy body. She pressed her ass into my crotch but it took a while for me to get hard. Well... it took until I thought about our babysitter's tight ass and big tits. I thought about her lips wrapped around my dick, her blue eyes looking up at me. Then I got hard. Shelley and I had the best sex we'd had in five years.
**
Things were good between us for a while, and then one day I ran into Tess at the gym. I didn't even realize it was her at first. I was on a treadmill, admiring the curves of a blonde girl in front of me. She was on one of those machines where you sit with legs spread out on either side of a little bench, lifting weights above your head. Her tits were so big that I could see them on either side of her body from behind. Her tight ass was spread on the bench. I salivated wondering whether I'd be able to make out the lips of her pussy through her tight work-out shorts. It wasn't until this magical woman got off the machine and turned around that I realized it was her. She started rubbing her towel all over the weight machine. Her tits jiggled and swayed back and forth. I was mesmerized.
"Tess!" She looked up and grinned. She bound toward me and my cock sprang to attention. She was a little bunny with huge tits and huge blue eyes. There was something doll-like about her face. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to make her my pet. I wanted to spank her and force her to take my thick, 9-inch cock in her tiny little pussy.
The guilt came over me just as fast as the lust did. Things were just starting to get good between me and Shelley.
"Hey, Mr. Wilson! How are you?"
"I'm good, Tess, how are you doing?"
"Good! Just trying to keep in shape during the off season."
We talked for a while longer. She was a soccer player, I was right. While we were chatting, she kept sucking on her water bottle and looking into my eyes. Luckily my hardening cock was hidden behind the front of the treadmill. I was too afraid to look but I thought I could see her nipples hardening under her sports bra. I had to get out of there. But the need to keep my cock hidden kept me stuck.
"So when are you gonna need me?" she asked, spinning a little and wrapping those big full lips around her water bottle.
"What!" I gasped.
"As a babysitter." She laughed. She knew how hot she was. She was driving me crazy.
"Of course. Well. Um. I think Shelley and I might be going to our cabin in a few weeks and leaving the k**s at home for a weekend. Would you be okay with staying over night?"
"I think so! I'll have to ask my daddy..." She winked. It was quick. But I swear she winked.
**
When we went away to the cabin for the weekend, Shelley and I had fun. Tess was happy to stay with the k**s and the k**s were so excited she was coming back. I was so nervous about seeing her but it was all fine. That is, until a few days after I got back. I was looking through the top drawer of my desk when I saw something unusual. It was a little jump drive, the kind you save Excel Spreadsheets on and trade with your co-workers. This one was pink. It had little hearts drawn on it in white-out. My daughters were too young to have stuff like this. It had to be...
Tess. Pictures of her. In a bikini, which barely held in her huge chest. Tiny triangles covered her hard nipples and the rest of her enormous tits were exposed. Tess in a white t-shirt that was cropped so high I could see half the bottom of her tits. Tess in that white t-shirt, covered in water so I could see her thick nipples poking through the material. Tess in the bathtub, with bubbles over her nipples. Tess in pigtails sucking on a lollipop. There were pictures of her totally naked, squeezing her tits together and smiling. Pictures of her holding her tits out with her hands, like she was presenting them to me. In the last picture, she was laying on a bed, her tits mashed against the sheets and her smooth ass up in the air. I could see her high heels behind her. I heard Shelley coming up the stairs and I slammed the computer shut, zipping my pants up quick and buckling my belt.
The next few weeks were a mess. My cock got hard as a hammer every time I remembered those pictures. How the fuck did she have those? Who took those? Who the fuck is babysitting my k**s? I couldn't believe this little nympho. My k**s loved her. They kept begging for her to come over and play.
I jacked off at work so many times. I was in a daze. I begged Shelley to suck my cock but she wouldn't. "I don't do that," she said. "Please, baby, please," I said. Then she'd get mad and go downstairs. All the hard work we promised went out the window. She hated me. She glared at me all the time. The more I tried to get close to her, to wrap my hands around her waist, to nuzzle her neck, to cup her ass while she heated up a frozen dinner—she ignored all of my advances. She didn't want me. I don't know why. Maybe she was just naturally cold.
**
The pictures of Tess kept me going. But I had to confront her about them. That was insane of her. What if Shelley had found them? She was coming over to babysit on Friday and I would do it then. I drove her home and had my chance.
"Listen, Tess," I started. "You're very beautiful but leaving those pictures in my desk was very inappropriate."
"I – I – I'm sorry," she said. She sounded like a little girl. Her voice was high pitched and so fucking sweet, quivering a bit. "I guess I misread... I thought you thought I was pretty."
"Tess, you're very pretty."
"And don't you think I have a pretty body?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, it doesn't matter what I think. I have a wife and I love her."
"So you don't like my body?"
"No, I do.. It's just that we can't."
"What if nobody finds out?"
"I can't."
"Nobody will find out, Mr. Wilson... I can tell by the way you look at me that you want it."
Her hand darted toward my crotch too fast for me to stop her. God she was good. I couldn't take my hands off the wheel because I didn't want to. Her hand was massaging my stiff cock through my jeans. I groaned. I whispered that she should stop but I didn't mean it. I fucking loved her. Those oversized tits, that tight ass. I slammed the breaks and veered over to the side of the road so fast the tires screeched.
"Come here," I groaned. Tess turned toward me and her fat lips met mine. I pulled her tiny body over to my side of the car and pushed her crotch down onto mine so she could feel my fat cock. I heard a little moan escape from her lips and I pressed her hips down harder. I grabbed hold of her tiny waist and it felt so fucking good, so tight and muscular and small. I mauled her tits over her bra while she kissed my neck. I pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra, letting those huge boobs free. I pulled away from the kiss so I could stare at them. They were an incredible shape, high and so round on her chest. Her nipples were hard and thick. I bounced her up and down on my lap so I could watch them bounce. She giggled.
I don't know what came over me. Something about this girl made me think she was built for this. These thoughts gave me guilt as much as they gave me a hard dick. But it was true. She was built to take my huge cock, built to live in my lap, built to take care of my k**s and make homemade dinners and strip naked for me and dance and bounce her big tits and take care of my rock-hard dick.
I clutched her by her hair and pulled her ear over to my lips.
"Are you gonna suck my dick like a good little girl?" She nodded and bit her puffy lower lip. I tossed her into the back seat and climbed back after her. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my boxers down. My slutty babysitter's eyes widened at my huge cock. It was 9 inches and very fat. "I... I don't know if I can," she said.
"But are you gonna try?" She nodded and kneeled on the floor of the car in front of me. It was a tight squeeze but I had a nice car. Her lips felt incredible on the head of my cock, which was nearly purple it was so swollen. "Take your time baby," I said. She looked up at me and muffled something. I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed down. She started to bob her head up and down. I cupped her boobs and started to play with her nipples, which made her groan. This was heaven. I let myself relax as she bounced up and down on my dick. I rubbed her scalp and then I pulled her mouth off my dick and there was a loud pop. Then I slammed her head back on my dick. I thought she was going to gag but she was my little champion, taking a full seven inches of my thick cock in her mouth and throat. We kept going until my balls tightened up and I started to groan even louder.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth baby," I said. She moaned. "Keep going baby." After a few minutes, she was able to take all nine inches of my cock into her throat. I groaned and squeezed her boobs roughly. Bobbing back up, she looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears from choking. That was all it took. I came hard in her mouth, pumping my semen into her throat in huge spurts. After I emptied my balls into her throat, my cock finally started to soften.
Tess wanted to stay down there, giggling and laying her flat tongue on the tip of my dick and cleaning me up with her mouth. I pulled her up to sit on my lap. "That was amazing," I said.
"You liked it?" She smiled. I kissed her and gave her huge tits a squeeze.
"Let's get you home."
Should I have told Shelley that our perfect little babysitter gave me the cocksucking of my life? Should I have told her that I jacked off to glamour shots of our slutty babysitter on my laptop whenever I got the chance? Should I have shown her the dirty texts she sent me? Maybe. I don't know. My guilt was strong, but my anger at Shelley was stronger. I guess she's always been this cold. I don't know why. And why hadn't it bothered me much before? Maybe I was just used to it. Tess entering my life was like getting hit with a warm, wet bombshell of kindness and care.
Tess and I had been texting every since the fatal night in the back of my car. The conversations usually brought me so close to climax I hardly needed to touch myself. One night I got her to send me pictures of her pretty little pussy. She didn't need much convincing.
I learned a lot about Tess through our texts. She loved our town, which she wrote was quiet and cute. She had a boyfriend, a quarter back on the football team who she wrote had a tiny dick and didn't know how to play with her big tits like I do. She told me she wanted to be a mom. She didn't really have any career aspirations - her sisters went to beauty school, so she thought maybe she'd do that, but even that didn't seem great. She loved k**s though. She told me maybe she'd want to be a nanny or something... But really just a mom.
I texted her, "Your tits would be even bigger if you were pregnant..."
She texted back, "Would you like that?"
"I'd fucking love that, baby." I came all over my hand thinking about her pregnant belly, how much bigger her already huge chest would look.
The next time she came over to babysit, I was ready. I answered the door and she looked so incredible. Her tits were bursting out of her tiny v-neck t-shirt and I could clearly see her outrageous nipples. I wanted to pull down her shirt and start sucking them. Shelley was upstairs getting ready and the k**s were in the basement playing. I scooped Tess into my arms and pressed her chest up against mine. I gave her a quiet kiss. She melted in my arms and I grabbed her ass, clad in tight shorts, and pulled it in toward me so she could feel how hard my cock was for her.
"Hi, Mr. W.," she giggled.
"You can start calling me John."
My 18-year-old babysitter smiled and shimmied as she took her coat off. She pulled a sweater out of her bag and put it on, presumably to cover up for Shelley, who I could hear coming down the stairs. Even with the loose sweater on, Tess couldn't cover up her enormous rack. Her body was obscene. How did her male teachers handle themselves?
"Hi Tess!" Shelley said. "We're kind of in a rush but help yourself to anything while we're away. We might not be back until midnight or so." We were going to a charity function for Shelley's work. Neither of us wanted to go. But we had to. Shelley seemed pissed at me on the ride over. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't answer. Then finally after, ten stoney minutes, she let it all out.
"John, I just don't know if I want this anymore." I knew what she meant.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
That was the end of the conversation. It honestly wasn't even that surprising to hear. You could see the contempt on her face all the time. She didn't like this life we had. When we got home, Shelley went upstairs right away and I went to the family room, where little Tess was wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping. She looked like an angel. I gently cupped her shoulder and she blinked a little. When she saw it was me she reached her arms up for an embrace. I pulled her toward me and held her tight. It felt so right. I set her down and gave her a long, slow kiss.
"How were the k**s?"
"They were great! We had so much fun together." Tess sat up so I could sit next to her on the couch and started telling me a story about the k**s. She took off her sweater and was speaking so animatedly that her chest was going wild, jiggling and bouncing. I could see her hard nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra and her huge boobs were still high on her chest. I was staring. I didn't pretend like I wasn't staring. She had me. She fucking had me.
I laughed and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to sit in my lap. She finished her story, her tits coming to rest on my thick forearms. Again I bounced her up and down on my knee, which made her giggle. I could feel her boobs on my arms moving up and down and I could see a blurry outline of us in the TV. She looked so hot, cuddled up in my lap. I started kissing her neck and rubbing her thighs. She moaned. I ran my hands through her hair, squeezed her huge tits, played with her nipples, rubbed her pussy through her shorts... I grabbed her hips and rolled her hips around, making sure she could feel my huge cock through our clothes. She felt incredible to me.
Tess slid off my lap and got down on her knees in front of me. She bit her bottom lip.
"Can I take my shirt off, Mr. Wilson?"
I was fucking hard. I nodded. My slutty little babysitter's t-shirt was so tight that she had to pull hard to take it off. It got caught under her boobs. I moaned when her enormous tits finally came free. She came forward and unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang forward, almost hitting her in the face. It was like steel at this point, and at its full 9 inches. Tess smiled and licked the tip.
"I love your big dick, Daddy," she whispered. Then she inched closer and heaved her big tits into my lap. Using both hands, she wrapped her soft melons around my dick. The sensation was overwhelming. I had to lean back and close my eyes for a second. When I looked back down, Tess was grinning, moving her breasts up and down on my dick.
Shelley had never, ever done this. Partly because she just didn't have the necessary machinery. But even if she hadn't been small-chested, I don't think she would have done this. When we had sex, it was very straightforward. She never treated me to any special moves. But Tess fucking wrote the book on special moves—she was now licking the tip of my cock every time it came up through her incredible cleavage.
She was smiling and giggling, so happy as she got me off with her big tits. I was happy too. She started talking dirty to me. I was on the verge of cumming and could hardly fucking speak.
"You like this, don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes."
"You like fucking my tits with your big daddy dick."
"Mmmmmmm."
"You get so hard thinking about good I am with your k**s, don't you?"
I groaned loudly.
"I love them."
I groaned again. She was squeezing her tits on my cock even harder now, moving her boobs up and down even faster.
"I want your baby in me. I want to be your slutty girl with your baby in me."
Another groan.
"I want to walk around town with a big baby belly all for you. I want everyone to know I'm your little slut."
Fuck.
"I want to have all your babies. I can't wait until you fuck me."
When she said that my cock exploded. The first rope of my cum hit her chin and neck, the second hit the tops of her tits, which were heaving up and down with her breaths. When she smiled at me, a third spurt hit her nipples squarely. She started to rub it all in, driving me crazy. She was such a bad girl, massaging her tits to rub the cum in.
I pulled her up on the couch to sit next to me. We leaned back and smiled at each other. I kissed her forehead and helped her put her shirt and sweater back on. I turned on the TV so we could watch it for a while and pulled a blanket over us. We both fell asleep for a about an hour.
I was woken up by tiny footsteps. Fuck. It was my six-year-old daughter, who was padding through the kitchen to get herself some water. I nudged Tess. When she realized what was happening, she sat up straight just in time—Melanie walked into the room and said hi.
"Hi Mel, we're just watching some TV."
Melanie was so happy to see that Tess was still here. She put her water down and ran to my sitter. Tess gave her a huge hug, rubbing her back. In spite of how stressful this all was, it was warming my heart. Tess really did love my k**s. And they loved her.
"Are you sleeping okay?" Tess asked.
"I had a bad dream," Melanie said, rubbing her eyes.
Tess patted the space between us on the couch and Melanie jumped up and started telling us about her dream. It all felt so warm and perfect. Tess and I consoled Melanie.
In a few minutes, I put her to bed, praying hard she wouldn't remember this in the morning. I'd have to come up with some kind of story, maybe about the car, or Tess's families. Then I drove Tess home, my arm around her tiny shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Before I could get to her house, she made me pull over and gave me a sloppy blow job from the front seat. It was quick and dirty, and I came when she deep-throated me. God, she was a good slut. My good slut.
I had to say something though. I knew I was being a killjoy. But I was cheating on my wife and I needed to be careful.
"Listen, Tess... It's very hot to talk about but I hope you know I could never get you pregnant, really."
She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.
"I know that, silly," she said, laughing a little. "I'm on birth control."
"That's my girl." I pulled her toward me and held her by her little waist, stroking the side of her breast. "That's my good girl."
She looked up at me and kissed my neck.
"I'll see you soon, baby."
She jumped out of the car and ran to her front door. I followed her tight ass bounce all the way to the door. My cock was hard all over again.
To be continued.
It was going to be about ten more minutes until our new babysitter came by. The last one went to college last week—we'd used her ever since our oldest was born about six years ago. The old girl was so sweet, and was going off to study educational psychology. She was great with the k**s.
We found the new girl on Craigslist. She just graduated high school and she's 18 years old. She'll be here in about ten minutes. I hope she has those magical babysitter powers. The good ones can make the k**s stop crying before we even leave the house. Shelley can't do that. And I can't do it either... Don't get me wrong—I love the k**s. We have three beautiful small c***dren. Just a dad isn't the same as a mom. And I don't think Shelley has been that good of a mother to them. And she hasn't been that good of a wife to me. She used to be so fun, and sexy. We were just young punks in the city. Cut ahead a few years and she's so wrapped up in all the small town bullshit I was hoping we would avoid, gossiping on the phone and making enemies with other moms.
I've kept my body in shape—I'm 45 and muscular, with salt and pepper hair. I'm about 6'2. Shelley used to be a skinny little thing but after years of church bake sales, she's become unrecognizable.
The doorbell snapped me out of my thoughts and I greeted the babysitter.
"Hi! Are you Mr. Wilson?"
"You must be Tess."
The vision before me smiled and I lost my breath. My cock leapt to life the minute I laid eyes on this little babysitter. Tess was short and small, maybe 5 feet even. She had a compact body, super fit, and I wondered from looking at her shapely thighs and tight calves if she was a soccer player or a dancer. Her waist was impossibly tiny, her eyes were bright blue, her hair was wavy and blonde. I tried to avoid staring at her oversized tits, which sat high on her tiny frame, wrapped in a tight tank top, bra straps visible. I was hard. I'm not that good at gauging bra sizes but they must have been D's or E's at least. Her top was low-cut enough that I could see the tops of her huge boobs, and the soft flesh jiggled a little with all her movements. I would soon come to find out that she moved a lot, bouncing up and down when she talked, skipping instead of walking... She had to know the effect it all had.
"Come on in," I said. "We're just getting ready to go."
Tess bounced in, and the k**s came running to meet their new sitter.
"Hi guys!" she said, bending down to rub their hair and learn their names. In a few minutes she was in the back room, playing with them. Gone were the tears, the petty fights – they were just playing and laughing. So she did have the magic powers. Shelley came out from the back and grabbed her purse. She tightly asked if I was ready.
"Do you wanna meet the new babysitter?"
"No, not particularly." she said.
I shrugged. "Why not?"
"I don't know, John."
"Alright, then we can just leave," I said. "Let me go give her some quick instructions."
I walked into the playroom and was greeted by the sight of my babysitter's tight, perfect ass. She was kneeling and bent over, showing the k**s something. They were in rapture. I was too. Fuck, she was hot. Bent over like that, I could see the backs of her creamy thighs. I couldn't see her panties but I'm sure if I kneeled down too I could see them. I didn't. Instead I cleared my throat.
"Hey Tess, just a couple things," I said. Tess jumped up and came toward me, her huge tits bouncing up and down in her little tank top. I tried not to stare.
"Yeah?" she said. Her voice was so sweet and innocent. She looked up at me, her puffy, pink lips slightly parted.
"Um. Bed by 9. Emergency numbers are on the fridge. We'll be home around 11. We can drive you home."
"Alright! Thanks, Mr. Wilson! See you soon!"
The k**s jumped up and hugged my leg.
I shook them off and left in a hurry, hoping she couldn't see the bulge in my jeans.
That night, Shelley ignored me as usual. But during intermission I convinced her to take a shot of bourbon with me and after that she was much more playful, squeezing my hand and actually smiling at me.
"I'm sorry I've been hard on you these past few years," she said in a quiet moment after the play. Her eyes were starting to glaze over with tears. I grabbed her hand and we walked to the car.
"I know, baby," I said.
"It's just been hard. Having k**s. Gaining weight. Being away from my family."
I held her in the car while she cried. I loved her. She was my wife. We made a few promises to each other that night – to try harder, to be better. I felt good about our relationship for the first time in a while. When we got home, Tess had put on a big hoodie and was curled up watching TV.
"Hi Tess," Shelley said. "Sorry I didn't get to say hi earlier."
Tess jumped up and said hi. God, her smile was incredible. She had huge lips and bright white teeth—kind of like a young Julia Roberts. After a little hey-how-were-the-k**s chat, it was decided that Shelley would drive Tess home. I sat on the couch and exhaled. When Shelley got back, she crawled into bed with me and I put my arm around her soft, doughy body. She pressed her ass into my crotch but it took a while for me to get hard. Well... it took until I thought about our babysitter's tight ass and big tits. I thought about her lips wrapped around my dick, her blue eyes looking up at me. Then I got hard. Shelley and I had the best sex we'd had in five years.
**
Things were good between us for a while, and then one day I ran into Tess at the gym. I didn't even realize it was her at first. I was on a treadmill, admiring the curves of a blonde girl in front of me. She was on one of those machines where you sit with legs spread out on either side of a little bench, lifting weights above your head. Her tits were so big that I could see them on either side of her body from behind. Her tight ass was spread on the bench. I salivated wondering whether I'd be able to make out the lips of her pussy through her tight work-out shorts. It wasn't until this magical woman got off the machine and turned around that I realized it was her. She started rubbing her towel all over the weight machine. Her tits jiggled and swayed back and forth. I was mesmerized.
"Tess!" She looked up and grinned. She bound toward me and my cock sprang to attention. She was a little bunny with huge tits and huge blue eyes. There was something doll-like about her face. I wanted to dominate her. I wanted to make her my pet. I wanted to spank her and force her to take my thick, 9-inch cock in her tiny little pussy.
The guilt came over me just as fast as the lust did. Things were just starting to get good between me and Shelley.
"Hey, Mr. Wilson! How are you?"
"I'm good, Tess, how are you doing?"
"Good! Just trying to keep in shape during the off season."
We talked for a while longer. She was a soccer player, I was right. While we were chatting, she kept sucking on her water bottle and looking into my eyes. Luckily my hardening cock was hidden behind the front of the treadmill. I was too afraid to look but I thought I could see her nipples hardening under her sports bra. I had to get out of there. But the need to keep my cock hidden kept me stuck.
"So when are you gonna need me?" she asked, spinning a little and wrapping those big full lips around her water bottle.
"What!" I gasped.
"As a babysitter." She laughed. She knew how hot she was. She was driving me crazy.
"Of course. Well. Um. I think Shelley and I might be going to our cabin in a few weeks and leaving the k**s at home for a weekend. Would you be okay with staying over night?"
"I think so! I'll have to ask my daddy..." She winked. It was quick. But I swear she winked.
**
When we went away to the cabin for the weekend, Shelley and I had fun. Tess was happy to stay with the k**s and the k**s were so excited she was coming back. I was so nervous about seeing her but it was all fine. That is, until a few days after I got back. I was looking through the top drawer of my desk when I saw something unusual. It was a little jump drive, the kind you save Excel Spreadsheets on and trade with your co-workers. This one was pink. It had little hearts drawn on it in white-out. My daughters were too young to have stuff like this. It had to be...
Tess. Pictures of her. In a bikini, which barely held in her huge chest. Tiny triangles covered her hard nipples and the rest of her enormous tits were exposed. Tess in a white t-shirt that was cropped so high I could see half the bottom of her tits. Tess in that white t-shirt, covered in water so I could see her thick nipples poking through the material. Tess in the bathtub, with bubbles over her nipples. Tess in pigtails sucking on a lollipop. There were pictures of her totally naked, squeezing her tits together and smiling. Pictures of her holding her tits out with her hands, like she was presenting them to me. In the last picture, she was laying on a bed, her tits mashed against the sheets and her smooth ass up in the air. I could see her high heels behind her. I heard Shelley coming up the stairs and I slammed the computer shut, zipping my pants up quick and buckling my belt.
The next few weeks were a mess. My cock got hard as a hammer every time I remembered those pictures. How the fuck did she have those? Who took those? Who the fuck is babysitting my k**s? I couldn't believe this little nympho. My k**s loved her. They kept begging for her to come over and play.
I jacked off at work so many times. I was in a daze. I begged Shelley to suck my cock but she wouldn't. "I don't do that," she said. "Please, baby, please," I said. Then she'd get mad and go downstairs. All the hard work we promised went out the window. She hated me. She glared at me all the time. The more I tried to get close to her, to wrap my hands around her waist, to nuzzle her neck, to cup her ass while she heated up a frozen dinner—she ignored all of my advances. She didn't want me. I don't know why. Maybe she was just naturally cold.
**
The pictures of Tess kept me going. But I had to confront her about them. That was insane of her. What if Shelley had found them? She was coming over to babysit on Friday and I would do it then. I drove her home and had my chance.
"Listen, Tess," I started. "You're very beautiful but leaving those pictures in my desk was very inappropriate."
"I – I – I'm sorry," she said. She sounded like a little girl. Her voice was high pitched and so fucking sweet, quivering a bit. "I guess I misread... I thought you thought I was pretty."
"Tess, you're very pretty."
"And don't you think I have a pretty body?"
I cleared my throat. "Well, it doesn't matter what I think. I have a wife and I love her."
"So you don't like my body?"
"No, I do.. It's just that we can't."
"What if nobody finds out?"
"I can't."
"Nobody will find out, Mr. Wilson... I can tell by the way you look at me that you want it."
Her hand darted toward my crotch too fast for me to stop her. God she was good. I couldn't take my hands off the wheel because I didn't want to. Her hand was massaging my stiff cock through my jeans. I groaned. I whispered that she should stop but I didn't mean it. I fucking loved her. Those oversized tits, that tight ass. I slammed the breaks and veered over to the side of the road so fast the tires screeched.
"Come here," I groaned. Tess turned toward me and her fat lips met mine. I pulled her tiny body over to my side of the car and pushed her crotch down onto mine so she could feel my fat cock. I heard a little moan escape from her lips and I pressed her hips down harder. I grabbed hold of her tiny waist and it felt so fucking good, so tight and muscular and small. I mauled her tits over her bra while she kissed my neck. I pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra, letting those huge boobs free. I pulled away from the kiss so I could stare at them. They were an incredible shape, high and so round on her chest. Her nipples were hard and thick. I bounced her up and down on my lap so I could watch them bounce. She giggled.
I don't know what came over me. Something about this girl made me think she was built for this. These thoughts gave me guilt as much as they gave me a hard dick. But it was true. She was built to take my huge cock, built to live in my lap, built to take care of my k**s and make homemade dinners and strip naked for me and dance and bounce her big tits and take care of my rock-hard dick.
I clutched her by her hair and pulled her ear over to my lips.
"Are you gonna suck my dick like a good little girl?" She nodded and bit her puffy lower lip. I tossed her into the back seat and climbed back after her. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my boxers down. My slutty babysitter's eyes widened at my huge cock. It was 9 inches and very fat. "I... I don't know if I can," she said.
"But are you gonna try?" She nodded and kneeled on the floor of the car in front of me. It was a tight squeeze but I had a nice car. Her lips felt incredible on the head of my cock, which was nearly purple it was so swollen. "Take your time baby," I said. She looked up at me and muffled something. I put my hand on the back of her head and pressed down. She started to bob her head up and down. I cupped her boobs and started to play with her nipples, which made her groan. This was heaven. I let myself relax as she bounced up and down on my dick. I rubbed her scalp and then I pulled her mouth off my dick and there was a loud pop. Then I slammed her head back on my dick. I thought she was going to gag but she was my little champion, taking a full seven inches of my thick cock in her mouth and throat. We kept going until my balls tightened up and I started to groan even louder.
"I'm gonna come in your mouth baby," I said. She moaned. "Keep going baby." After a few minutes, she was able to take all nine inches of my cock into her throat. I groaned and squeezed her boobs roughly. Bobbing back up, she looked up at me, her eyes glistening with tears from choking. That was all it took. I came hard in her mouth, pumping my semen into her throat in huge spurts. After I emptied my balls into her throat, my cock finally started to soften.
Tess wanted to stay down there, giggling and laying her flat tongue on the tip of my dick and cleaning me up with her mouth. I pulled her up to sit on my lap. "That was amazing," I said.
"You liked it?" She smiled. I kissed her and gave her huge tits a squeeze.
"Let's get you home."
Should I have told Shelley that our perfect little babysitter gave me the cocksucking of my life? Should I have told her that I jacked off to glamour shots of our slutty babysitter on my laptop whenever I got the chance? Should I have shown her the dirty texts she sent me? Maybe. I don't know. My guilt was strong, but my anger at Shelley was stronger. I guess she's always been this cold. I don't know why. And why hadn't it bothered me much before? Maybe I was just used to it. Tess entering my life was like getting hit with a warm, wet bombshell of kindness and care.
Tess and I had been texting every since the fatal night in the back of my car. The conversations usually brought me so close to climax I hardly needed to touch myself. One night I got her to send me pictures of her pretty little pussy. She didn't need much convincing.
I learned a lot about Tess through our texts. She loved our town, which she wrote was quiet and cute. She had a boyfriend, a quarter back on the football team who she wrote had a tiny dick and didn't know how to play with her big tits like I do. She told me she wanted to be a mom. She didn't really have any career aspirations - her sisters went to beauty school, so she thought maybe she'd do that, but even that didn't seem great. She loved k**s though. She told me maybe she'd want to be a nanny or something... But really just a mom.
I texted her, "Your tits would be even bigger if you were pregnant..."
She texted back, "Would you like that?"
"I'd fucking love that, baby." I came all over my hand thinking about her pregnant belly, how much bigger her already huge chest would look.
The next time she came over to babysit, I was ready. I answered the door and she looked so incredible. Her tits were bursting out of her tiny v-neck t-shirt and I could clearly see her outrageous nipples. I wanted to pull down her shirt and start sucking them. Shelley was upstairs getting ready and the k**s were in the basement playing. I scooped Tess into my arms and pressed her chest up against mine. I gave her a quiet kiss. She melted in my arms and I grabbed her ass, clad in tight shorts, and pulled it in toward me so she could feel how hard my cock was for her.
"Hi, Mr. W.," she giggled.
"You can start calling me John."
My 18-year-old babysitter smiled and shimmied as she took her coat off. She pulled a sweater out of her bag and put it on, presumably to cover up for Shelley, who I could hear coming down the stairs. Even with the loose sweater on, Tess couldn't cover up her enormous rack. Her body was obscene. How did her male teachers handle themselves?
"Hi Tess!" Shelley said. "We're kind of in a rush but help yourself to anything while we're away. We might not be back until midnight or so." We were going to a charity function for Shelley's work. Neither of us wanted to go. But we had to. Shelley seemed pissed at me on the ride over. I asked her what was wrong but she didn't answer. Then finally after, ten stoney minutes, she let it all out.
"John, I just don't know if I want this anymore." I knew what she meant.
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah."
That was the end of the conversation. It honestly wasn't even that surprising to hear. You could see the contempt on her face all the time. She didn't like this life we had. When we got home, Shelley went upstairs right away and I went to the family room, where little Tess was wrapped up in a blanket, sleeping. She looked like an angel. I gently cupped her shoulder and she blinked a little. When she saw it was me she reached her arms up for an embrace. I pulled her toward me and held her tight. It felt so right. I set her down and gave her a long, slow kiss.
"How were the k**s?"
"They were great! We had so much fun together." Tess sat up so I could sit next to her on the couch and started telling me a story about the k**s. She took off her sweater and was speaking so animatedly that her chest was going wild, jiggling and bouncing. I could see her hard nipples. She wasn't wearing a bra and her huge boobs were still high on her chest. I was staring. I didn't pretend like I wasn't staring. She had me. She fucking had me.
I laughed and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her to sit in my lap. She finished her story, her tits coming to rest on my thick forearms. Again I bounced her up and down on my knee, which made her giggle. I could feel her boobs on my arms moving up and down and I could see a blurry outline of us in the TV. She looked so hot, cuddled up in my lap. I started kissing her neck and rubbing her thighs. She moaned. I ran my hands through her hair, squeezed her huge tits, played with her nipples, rubbed her pussy through her shorts... I grabbed her hips and rolled her hips around, making sure she could feel my huge cock through our clothes. She felt incredible to me.
Tess slid off my lap and got down on her knees in front of me. She bit her bottom lip.
"Can I take my shirt off, Mr. Wilson?"
I was fucking hard. I nodded. My slutty little babysitter's t-shirt was so tight that she had to pull hard to take it off. It got caught under her boobs. I moaned when her enormous tits finally came free. She came forward and unzipped my pants, and my cock sprang forward, almost hitting her in the face. It was like steel at this point, and at its full 9 inches. Tess smiled and licked the tip.
"I love your big dick, Daddy," she whispered. Then she inched closer and heaved her big tits into my lap. Using both hands, she wrapped her soft melons around my dick. The sensation was overwhelming. I had to lean back and close my eyes for a second. When I looked back down, Tess was grinning, moving her breasts up and down on my dick.
Shelley had never, ever done this. Partly because she just didn't have the necessary machinery. But even if she hadn't been small-chested, I don't think she would have done this. When we had sex, it was very straightforward. She never treated me to any special moves. But Tess fucking wrote the book on special moves—she was now licking the tip of my cock every time it came up through her incredible cleavage.
She was smiling and giggling, so happy as she got me off with her big tits. I was happy too. She started talking dirty to me. I was on the verge of cumming and could hardly fucking speak.
"You like this, don't you, Daddy?"
"Yes."
"You like fucking my tits with your big daddy dick."
"Mmmmmmm."
"You get so hard thinking about good I am with your k**s, don't you?"
I groaned loudly.
"I love them."
I groaned again. She was squeezing her tits on my cock even harder now, moving her boobs up and down even faster.
"I want your baby in me. I want to be your slutty girl with your baby in me."
Another groan.
"I want to walk around town with a big baby belly all for you. I want everyone to know I'm your little slut."
Fuck.
"I want to have all your babies. I can't wait until you fuck me."
When she said that my cock exploded. The first rope of my cum hit her chin and neck, the second hit the tops of her tits, which were heaving up and down with her breaths. When she smiled at me, a third spurt hit her nipples squarely. She started to rub it all in, driving me crazy. She was such a bad girl, massaging her tits to rub the cum in.
I pulled her up on the couch to sit next to me. We leaned back and smiled at each other. I kissed her forehead and helped her put her shirt and sweater back on. I turned on the TV so we could watch it for a while and pulled a blanket over us. We both fell asleep for a about an hour.
I was woken up by tiny footsteps. Fuck. It was my six-year-old daughter, who was padding through the kitchen to get herself some water. I nudged Tess. When she realized what was happening, she sat up straight just in time—Melanie walked into the room and said hi.
"Hi Mel, we're just watching some TV."
Melanie was so happy to see that Tess was still here. She put her water down and ran to my sitter. Tess gave her a huge hug, rubbing her back. In spite of how stressful this all was, it was warming my heart. Tess really did love my k**s. And they loved her.
"Are you sleeping okay?" Tess asked.
"I had a bad dream," Melanie said, rubbing her eyes.
Tess patted the space between us on the couch and Melanie jumped up and started telling us about her dream. It all felt so warm and perfect. Tess and I consoled Melanie.
In a few minutes, I put her to bed, praying hard she wouldn't remember this in the morning. I'd have to come up with some kind of story, maybe about the car, or Tess's families. Then I drove Tess home, my arm around her tiny shoulders. She wrapped her arms around my waist. Before I could get to her house, she made me pull over and gave me a sloppy blow job from the front seat. It was quick and dirty, and I came when she deep-throated me. God, she was a good slut. My good slut.
I had to say something though. I knew I was being a killjoy. But I was cheating on my wife and I needed to be careful.
"Listen, Tess... It's very hot to talk about but I hope you know I could never get you pregnant, really."
She looked up at me with those big blue eyes.
"I know that, silly," she said, laughing a little. "I'm on birth control."
"That's my girl." I pulled her toward me and held her by her little waist, stroking the side of her breast. "That's my good girl."
She looked up at me and kissed my neck.
"I'll see you soon, baby."
She jumped out of the car and ran to her front door. I followed her tight ass bounce all the way to the door. My cock was hard all over again.
To be continued.
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