1. Baby-Sitter Gets Deflowered


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: CommunicationDirectr, Rating: 37, Source: LushStories

    sat still for the longest time, my eight inch cock filling her small opening. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Ohhh yes!!!” she exclaimed. “”This feels sooo goood!” I moved my hips in a slow circular motion, as best I could, and she matched my movements. I placed my hands on her hips and had her move up and down, my cock pressing against her labia and clit. “Oh! My Gawd!” she whispered breathlessly. I couldn’t hold back. I flipped her on to her back and jammed my cock inside of her tight pussy. She dug her fingers into my shoulders and closed her eyes as I pummeled her pussy. I could feel her body tighten as the first orgasm struck and she clawed at my shoulders. “Breathe!” I whispered. She placed the bed sheet into her mouth in an attempt to muffle herself. I shot my load deep inside of her, as she shook and her entire body trembled. She wrapped her legs around my waist in a vice-like lock, with my cock buried deep inside of her. Finally, after a few minutes, I went limp. I placed my lips on hers and our tongues probed the inner confines of each other’s oral ...
    cavity. We kissed for the longest time, even past the point where I slipped out of her. I asked her again if she was okay and she assured me that she was fine. I slipped out of the bed and slipped my boxer shorts back on. The small of sex filled the guest bedroom. I used a wash cloth in the guest bathroom to clean up and then tossed it in the washer. Before slipping off to re-join my wife in our bed, I leaned over and kissed Cathy on her forehead. “Thanks,” she replied. I slid back into my own bed. My wife was still very much asleep. I curled up next to her and listened while she snored. The sunlight coming in the bedroom window woke me up. I was in bed alone. I put on my jeans and a shirt and strolled out to the kitchen. Cathy was sitting at the dining room table, sharing a cup of coffee with my Betty. Both smiled as I approached. “Thanks for letting me spend the night,” Cathy remarked. I sat down at the table. “No problem,” I replied. Betty smiled. “You know, you're our favorite baby sitter.” She had no idea as to the level of truth in her statement.
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