The 21-Year-Old Babysitter Wanted to Fuck Me. With My Wife’s Permission, It Happened.
After the babysitter sucked my dick, she got into doggy-style position for a deep, hard pounding. That wasn’t the end of it.
Note to reader: The below is loosely intended as part II of my earlier story about Lauren seducing and having sex with a 20-year-old college student.
“Is it possible you’d like to come inside with me?” asked Brooke, sitting next to me in the running car parked in her driveway. Her legs were spread seductively, as if to invite my eyes, and she rested her left hand on my right thigh.
What exactly did she mean by “come inside” with her? I thought.
She moved her hand up my thigh, as if to signal her offer to “come inside” was an opportunity I didn’t want to pass up.
I smiled, feeling tempted — so tempted — to say yes. The sexual energy between us was undeniable, and she’d been flirting with me since arriving at our house earlier in the evening…so much so that my wife, Lauren, told me, “the babysitter has the hots for you.”
Now, here in my car — the two of us only feet apart—I reminded myself of a few hard realities: Brooke was 21 years-old, meaning I was more than twice her age. I was a working professional and she was a college junior home for winter break. She didn’t even have a boyfriend and I was a married man and dad, albeit with some sexual flexibility. Plus, she was our babysitter (tonight, she babysat our son and two other neighborhood children)!
What made Brooke think I’d say yes to coming inside with her? Maybe she’d heard about Lauren and me and our lifestyle and figured propositioning me, a married man, for sex seemed OK?
To “come inside,” I told myself as she inched her hand even higher up my thigh while awaiting my answer, probably wasn’t a good idea.
“You don’t have to stay long,” Brooke added sweetly, her pretty hand now within an inch or two of the point of no return (my cock).
God, she was so pretty — her olive skin, her long, wavy brown hair, her blue eyes, her cute smile. Her form-fitting sweater and revealing yoga pants showcased the largeness of her breasts and the slender curves of her youthful 21-year-old body.
She was undeniably hot.
“Brooke,” I said in a fatherly tone with a hint of reluctance, “I’m more than twice your age, married, a dad. I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I know all of that.”
Silence as Brooke decided to take another approach.
“Your wife is really hot. I’ve seen her at the pool. Do you think she’s hot?” she asked, rubbing her luscious tits on my right shoulder.
“She’s incredibly hot,” I answered, hard as a tire iron.
“Do you all have good sex?” she queried, most certainly noting my hardness.
I shifted uncomfortably in the leather seat.
“We do,” I responded.
“Can you show me how you fuck her — maybe do that to me, too?” Brooke asked, fondling my package with her hand.
“Brooke, I have to get back home.”
“No, you don’t,” she insisted playfully. “I mean, you can go home and fuck your wife you want…but do you really want to do that when you can fuck me first?”
As Brooke held and rubbed my package in the car, I texted my wife: “Brooke has invited me inside. Is that OK with you?”
“Oh really?” Lauren messaged back.
It wasn’t as though the concept of banging someone Brooke’s age was foreign to my wife.
“Yeah,” I responded, feeling sexual desire flood my body while Brooke, now so horny she couldn’t control herself, gained entry into my slacks and gripped my throbbing flesh.
“Go for it,” my wife texted back.
I showed the text exchange to Brooke.
“Wait. Your wife is OK with this?”
Smiling, I nodded yes.
“Interesting.”
As soon as the door to her house closed, Brooke took my hand and walked me to her upstairs bedroom, where she turned on a light and, facing me, stood next to her double bed. This was the moment.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she asked softly, submissively.
Of course I do, I thought.
“Do you want to fuck me”? I countered, evading her question.
She nodded yes.
“Why do you want to fuck me?”
“Because I want to feel what it’s like to be your wife,” she answered, sliding off her black sweater, revealing her satin bra. Nature had perfectly sculpted her 5'7" body, and she knew it.
Brooke unclipped her bra, dropping it on the floor. She placed her hands on her feminine hips, allowing me to appreciate her ample and shapely breasts. Her nipples— large, cone-shaped and delightfully pink — made my mouth water. I couldn’t wait to lick and suck on them.
She pulled down her yoga pants and threw them next to her bra. I liked her red thong panties, especially when she turned around to show me her round, firm ass.
“Like what you see?” Brooke asked faux-bashfully, now again facing me and dropping her panties, which nearly caused me to cream myself.
Like Lauren, she shaved her pussy bald. And like Lauren, her pussy was the essence of beautiful — smooth, inviting.
I nodded yes.
As Brooke walked over to me, I sat on the edge of her bed, allowing me easy access to her breasts.
She smiled when I fondled her knockers and whimpered as I licked and sucked on her nipples.
I fingered her pussy, discovering to my delight — from her wetness — that she was ready to be fucked.
If Brooke wanted to fuck, I wondered when that might happen because she seemed quite content blowing me while I remained seated on the edge of her bed.
Holding my shaft in her hand, she looked into my eyes as she licked my pre-cum, slapped my cock against her tongue and took me into her mouth. She was delighted to entertain and wanted me to watch her give me head.
“You have a big, beautiful cock,” she said softly, hungrily taking me into her mouth.
Rubbing my hands through her silky hair, I watched her suck my dick for the next five minutes.
“Brooke,” I said while she hand-jobbed me, “you’ve probably never experienced sex the way my wife and I like it: Hard, deep, from behind, a little rough.”
She looked into my eyes, ready for whatever I wanted.
“From behind…like anal?” she queried with a curious smile.
“There’s that sometimes,” I clarified, “but what I’m talking about is on your knees and I’m behind you…doggy-style.”
“Mmmmmm,” she responded. “I like that. Done it a few times.”
Now on the bed, she positioned herself on her hands and knees for me to have my way with her.
“Like this?” she asked playfully, massaging her clitoris to tease me.
Oh, yeah, I like that, I thought.
“So you know, I’m snipped. I have semen but no sperm,” I disclosed, getting behind her and feeling excited about penetrating her depths.
“That’s fine,” Brooke said, moving her beautiful ass around to excite me. “I’m on the pill but most guys pull out and cum wherever they want and it’s OK with me.”
Most guys? I thought. She must get around.
“Where do they like to cum?” I asked, curious about her sex life.
“In my mouth, on my face, sometimes on my chest, ocassionally inside me if I know them well,” she whimpered.
“What do you think about that…guys doing that?” I asked as I rubbed my cock on her swollen clitoris and between her labia. She was extremely wet.
“Oh yeah,” she whimpered, unable to answer my question.
I kept up my cock teasing.
“Fuck me,” she begged, fingering her clit, ready for me to penetrate her as she looked desperately back at me.
Finally, I pushed all of my seven pulsating inches into her, causing her eyes to roll as she looked at me, licking her lips.
Brooke’s insides reminded me of Lauren’s — slippery wet, soft and spongy, and so deep.
“Have you ever orgasmed with a guy inside you?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she croaked, still self-pleasuring while I fucked her.
I gave her three or four deep, hard thrusts and cupped her sensational ass cheeks like she was my fuck toy. With every deep, hard thrust, her enjoyment escalated. She wanted me to pound her.
I spanked her and she squealed.
Using my hands, I cupped and spread her ass cheeks, revealing her pink bum, and lightly thumbed that naughtiest of orifices. She giggled.
“You’re so bad,” she teased. “Does your wife like that?”
I nodded yes.
“Oh, baby, keep going,” she begged.
I licked my thumb and sunk it into her rectum, while jackhammering her pussy hard enough to cause skin-slapping sounds and headboard-banging.
“Oh my god, yeah,” she murmured.
I continued to pound her, eager for her to orgasm. She was easy to hammer because her pussy was so wet and deep.
“I like it on my back, too. Can we try that?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
After Brooke rolled over, I got on top and we kissed, our tongues meeting as she hand-jobbed me. She pulled her legs back, not even needing to hold them in place (oh, to be young). She again got to work on her clit.
The look on her face as I re-penetrated her — a look of pure sexual pleasure — nearly caused me to cum right then.
She kept masturbating as I fucked her. I tried to go as deep and hard as I could, but it’s not a pounding position like doggy-style. Still, the pleasure I felt overwhelmed me, and I enjoyed observing Brooke and watching her tits jiggling back and forth. I couldn’t get over how beautiful and sexy she was. She was so fun to pound.
Finally, she orgasmed. I knew because she told me she was climaxing, but also because her wetness built and her vagina contracted.
Feeling ejaculation quickly approaching, I considered where to cum. Inside her was a nonstarter. In her mouth and on her face intrigued me but, cognizant of the age difference, I worried that might objectify her. I needed to be a gentleman, I reasoned.
She looked into my eyes, smiling and ready for me to explode.
I pulled out and Brooke pumped my shaft as my salty cream slathered her bare vagina and stomach, filled her belly button and shot onto her breasts.
“Yeah, baby,” she whimpered, continuing to pump my dick.
She looked happy and content with the mess, licking and eating my cum from her fingers, and we kissed.
Then, she fingered more of my semen and ate it.
I laid next to her, aware that she was one of the hottest women I’d ever fucked. I didn’t want to go home.
Right then, a text….
“How are things going?” Lauren messaged.
“Fun,” I responded, while Brooke watched the exchange. “We just fucked.”
Lauren responded with a smiling emoji.
“Can I join your wife and you sometime?” Brooke asked.
I texted Lauren with her question.
Lauren immediately replied: “I’m in bed and ready for that now if she’s interested.”
Brooke, still slathered with my cum like a glazed donut, smiled and we again kissed.
“Your wife awaits us. Let’s go,” she whispered in my ear.
Please comment if you’d like to see a potential part III.
