Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Connie, a college student, embarks on a series of sexual adventures.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Fiction Group Sex First Oral Sex
Connie held the mouthpiece of the phone close to her lips while she watched the doorway of the living room to make sure no one walked in on her. Alice was clearing the dinner dishes in the kitchen. Connie could hear the plates being scraped as she nested them in the dishwasher. Brian had gone upstairs to take a shower. It was the third time Paul had called since their date—the second time this evening—and just the sound of his voice was making her little quim all soggy and hot.
“How long are they going to keep you grounded?” The basketball player’s masculine voice breathed through the earpiece. His tone sounded as fetching and handsome as he looked in person.
“I don’t know,” she answered softly.
“They said a few days, but it’s been almost a week now.” She was sitting on the couch with her supple legs folded beneath her shapely buttocks and her free hand resting in her lap. She could feel her nipples hardening and poking at the restriction of her flimsy bra. The inner regions of her little cunt were already dewy—the way it got whenever she thought about boys lately and the secret treasures they had hidden behind their zippers. But Paul could wet her pussy just with a crisp “Hello.”
“I’ve got to see you,” Paul implored in a desperate tone. He sounded close to despondent, as if she were the last female on the planet and he could hear her, but he couldn’t get to her. “My cock goes rock hard every time I think about how beautiful you looked buck naked in my car the night you sucked me off—your lovely big tits, your sweet little pussy, your delightful ass.” Because he was also whispering, Connie knew Paul wasn’t at liberty to confide everything he was thinking. But what he had disclosed was more than enough.
“Is it hard now?” Connie asked. She felt something moist and sticky discharge into her panties and worked her hand up under her skirt. She was aware of the swelling of her clit even before her fingers came into contact with her crotch. She didn’t want to get caught playing with her twat if either Alice or Brian decided to barge into the living room, but she just couldn’t keep her hands away from her quim. Her whole insides ached with the longing she felt.
“Oh, shit, yes!” Paul breathed into the earpiece. “It feels like my zipper’s going to burst under the pressure of my boner. My dick wants you as much as I do. Sometimes I think the little head has more sense than the big head.”
She imagined Paul sitting in his dorm room with a hardon, just waiting for the feel of her hand or the touch of her lips. The thought that it was her turning the handsome basketball star on made her all the hotter. “I’m sure there are other girls on campus who would be more than willing to take care of your hardon for you,” she said, baiting him for a pledge. She knew Brenda was one of many coeds who would jump at the chance to suck and fuck with Paul.
“But it’s your lips I want to feel licking my cock and balls, and your pussy I want to eat out,” he insisted. “Any guy can get laid. There’s more than enough free snatch floating around campus. But I want you, Connie. Oh, fuck, how I want you!”
Her body glowed all over at the sound of his words, and it took her a moment to find her voice again. “Where are you now?”
“Sitting at my desk.”
“Are you alone?”
“My roommate just stepped out before I called you back, but I don’t know how soon he’ll return.”
Connie rubbed her fingers over the silky texture of her panties and felt her cunt lips responding beneath. She nuzzled the receiver even closer to her mouth. “Take your cock out and play with it while we talk.”
There was a noticeable pause on the other end of the line before Paul spoke again. “I can’t do that,” he objected. “What if Chuck comes back?”
“You’re sitting at your desk, so even if someone walks into the room, they won’t know what you’re doing. I’m fingering my pussy through my panties and pretending it’s you. You can do the same. Pretend I’m the one unzipping you and hauling your cock and balls out,” she suggested in a raspy voice.
There was another lengthy pause, and the sound of a zipper unreeling. Presently, Paul’s voice came back over the line. “I held the phone to my lap so you could hear my fly unzipping.”
“Is your beautiful dick out in the open?” she questioned, trying to imagine the look and feel of his handsome ramrod the way it had been that night.
“All big and hard and gooey with pre-cum,” he chuckled wantonly. “The knob is brushing against the bottom of my drawer. I haven’t had to play with myself since I graduated from high school. This is really different.” By now, Connie could visualize Paul sitting at his desk with his fly open and his large, handsome pecker jutting up from his lap. She could see his tall, lanky body, his wavy black hair, and the confidence with which he moved. She recalled the plum-shaped cap of his flange, the nine smooth inches of his powerful shaft, and the slight curve of his erection which bent the head toward his corded abdomen. “Are your balls hanging out too?”
“No.”
“If I were playing with your dick, I’d have your balls out of your pants too,” she insisted.
There was another rustling motion before the phone came back to Paul’s mouth. “I shoved my slacks and underpants down to my knees. I’m sitting here bare-assed now, the way I was in my Mustang that night. Only instead of having your mouth on my cock, I’m using my hand to stroke my shaft up and down. I just hope Chuck doesn’t hurry back.”
“I can almost see you,” Connie replied, imagining the way Paul’s testicles were bouncing around as he slowly beat his meat for her.
“Are you the same way you were that night?” Paul wanted to know.
“You mean naked?”
“Yeah, with your lovely titties exposed and your golden beaver wetted down with your own pussy juices.”
“I can’t get naked. I’m sitting in the living room. Alice is in the kitchen, and Brian’s upstairs taking a shower,” Connie explained. “I do have my legs curled up and my hand under my skirt. My pussy’s all juicy just from talking to you, but I don’t dare take my clothes off.”
“You could take off your panties,” Paul suggested in a labored tone. “I know I’d get you out of your panties if I was there with you, even if Mr. and Mrs. Hudd were around. Your pussy is too pretty to keep hidden for long.”
Connie decided that removing her panties was the least she could do since Paul had gotten bare-assed for her. She wiggled out of her undies and stuffed them beneath one of the cushions. It felt sexy to be sitting there fully dressed with nothing on underneath her skirt. Her vagina had room to breathe now, and her fuck lube was free to dribble down the insides of her legs. Forcing her free hand back between her twin pillows of thighs, she raised the receiver to her lips again. “My panties are off,” she informed him. “My pussy’s out in the open, just the way you wanted it.”
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