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THEY CALLED ME THE BABYSITTER part 3
Date: 7/20/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Voyeur, Author: brianbigdogsmith, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster
after I graduated from high school, I decided to keep records. And I averaged over eight times a day. It didn't feel weird. It felt really good. I think my record was twelve times in one day." She grinned again. "I got you beat by one." I was trying to ignore the throbbing erection I had under the towel. "So, why did you get all these books? Just for general knowledge?" "Well, really... I was curious about other ways of having sex. You know, so I could masturbate better. I want more intense orgasms. Like, in this chapter it discusses the use of things you can put in your vagina. They call them 'dildos'. That made me wet, so I started reading my paperback. You... you wouldn't have anything like that lying around, would you? A dildo?" "A dildo?" I drew a blank at first, then thought about the kitchen. I jumped up and soon returned with two cucumbers and a small bottle of corn oil. As I sat down on the bed, my towel fell off and my erect penis was fully displayed. "Woops! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." She just said, "That's okay." And she casually reached down and grasped my six and a half inch cock and slowly fondled it. I stammered, "I heard that oiled cucumbers make pretty good... dildos... uh... wow... you don't have to do that, but... but it sure feels great..." "Do you want me to stop?" "Uh... no. NO! Please don't. Would you like me to...?" and I held up a cucumber. "Yes! Please do." ... And she turned loose of me just long enough to raise her dress up around her waist and lower her panties. I carefully pressed the oiled veggie against her wispy fuzzy pussy and it slipped easily inside her vagina. She gasped and returned her hand to my cock. I drizzled some oil on it too. And we proceeded to masturbate each other. The thermostat turned the air conditioner off, and it was dead quiet in the room, except for our breathing, the squishy sounds we made as we masturbated each other, and the few words we exchanged to maximize the intensity of our arousal. She moaned, "A little deeper... twist it the other way..." I moaned, "Tighter... concentrate on the head..." She came first, her pelvis humping, her face scrunched shut, a long demanding groan coming from deep in her throat. Her vagina clamped down, and it took all my strength to f***e the cuke into her pussy. Her head went all the way back and she held her breath for the longest time. As her head snapped back toward me, I climaxed and ejaculated profoundly and intensely. It was mind-blowing. When I opened my eyes, I saw that my semen had landed squarely on her face. It was drooling down her nose and cheek. She was smiling. I busted out laughing. As we cleaned up, she made sure I understood that she wasn't in love with me or anything. She just wanted to learn all she could about sex, especially how to make it more intense. For herself and for her partners. I asked her how many partners had she had and ...