Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
Brian lay on his side with his lower body spooned against the fleshy backside of Alice’s bare ass. They had sixty-nined and fucked twice, but still he didn’t feel sated. His stiff dick was lodged between his wife’s creamy thighs, ready to enter her soggy pussy from behind for the third time, but the redheaded woman had dozed off. Their sex was still good and Brian should have felt fulfilled, but the thought of what he’d done the night he’d come home and found Connie eating out the babysitter’s beaver made his desires roam in other directions.
Every time he saw Connie it was like a full-fledged cock tease. He imagined her pretty mouth on his dick again, taking his thick shaft all the way down to the short hairs, remembered the way her full young breasts had swelled out with her nipples as hard as twin erasers and summoned up the clinging sensation of her little cunt trying to suck his pecker-head inside her never-fucked snatch. He had seen the lust in her eyes during the day, and knew she was longing for the taste and touch of his randy fuck pole as much as he wanted to give it to her. But with Alice always around, there never seemed an opportunity for him to be alone with the teenager.
Brian considered forcing his still stiff dick back into his wife’s cum-drenched cunt again, but the sound of her steady breathing told him she was already asleep. He didn’t want to screw her when she wasn’t awake. That wasn’t playing fair and too much like masturbating by himself. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, but he needed to shoot again as badly as he had the first three times. At twenty-five, he was feeling more like a twenty-year-old stud, his peter always on the bone and his balls itchy with fuck cream. He knew the cause of his constant erections had to do with their not-so-innocent house guest.
Well, if he and Connie were ever going to get a chance to be alone together again, it would have to be now.
Brian uncoupled his naked physique from his wife’s prostrate form and grabbed his satin smoking jacket because it was the only garment handy without pawing through his closet. He tiptoed out of their bedroom, taking special care not to wake Alice. The hem of the blue dressing gown barely came down to mid-thigh, just far enough to cover his bare ass and low-swinging nuts. He tied the sash around his waist, closing the jacket and trapping his hardon against his belly. In case Connie wasn’t in the mood, he didn’t want to frighten her off with his erection. But he knew the nineteen-year-old would be in the mood. She was a cherry pussy begging for the newfound thrill of a stiff dick. And he was only too willing to accommodate her.
For the past two hours, Connie had found it difficult to concentrate on her homework. She could hear the springs of the Hudd’s mattress squeaking above her head and their occasional moans filtering downstairs. Just by their stifled cries, she had been able to count their orgasms. Every spasm of delight made her cunt all the stickier and her clit as firm as a miniature hardon. She longed to be up there fucking and sucking with both of them, but she knew her wanton appetite was shared by only one of her hosts.
The slash between her legs was as wet now as it had been when she finished talking to Paul on the phone. She doubted that finger-fucking herself anymore would quench her desires, but she was still having trouble keeping her hands away from the slit in her lap.
Connie knew she wasn’t a slut. She hadn’t been brought up that way. Sex was a taboo topic inside the walls of her household. She couldn’t remember ever having heard her parents fuck or even make reference to such an intimate act. But since the night of the party and having been exposed to Paul’s handsome pecker, all she could think about was cock and cunt. But she knew it wasn’t the basketball star who had found the key to that private part of her mind. It had been Brenda and the pretty brunette’s shaggy beaver which had unlocked all of Connie’s hidden passions.
A month ago, Connie wouldn’t have dared spoken to Paul as she had tonight. Such words had never been in her vocabulary until she heard the babysitter use them. Connie was a lady, and ladies didn’t talk dirty to gentlemen or other ladies. But since having sucked Paul off in his car and eaten Brenda’s cunt and Brian’s meat while they were screwing, Connie’s impression of what was correct protocol had changed. She couldn’t have concealed her innermost desires even if she had wanted to.
The little blonde was sitting on the couch with her legs spread and her skirt hiked up to her thighs when she heard Brian’s footfalls padding down the stairs. Her fingers were sticky with her pussy juices, having strayed to her crotch whenever she got the urge. When the handsome man entered the living room, she just had time to unfold a textbook in her lap. She didn’t think to press her knees together or pull her skirt down. The only thing she could think about was that he had almost caught her playing with herself and that her panties were buried beneath one of the cushions.
“Still cracking the books, I see,” Brain said with a smile as he strode over to the chair opposite the couch. There was something about his manner which was as cunning as a fox. He sat down directly in front of Connie.
The little blonde couldn’t believe how sexy Brian looked. As far as she could tell, the six-foot-two man was bare-assed naked beneath his blue smoking jacket. That abbreviated garment hardly covered anything. The spread of the satiny lapels revealed his sinewy chest and augmented the breadth of his wide shoulders. His muscular legs were completely bared right up to the fold of his lap. His knees were together, but if he spread them apart, she had a good idea of what she was going to see. His dark hair was mussed, and his blue eyes sparkled.
“Trying to,” she replied, wanting to confess to him that the sounds of him feeding his cock to his wife had prevented her from getting anything done.
From where he sat, Brian could look right up under Connie’s skirt--not that there was that much of her skirt obstructing his view. Her smooth thighs were spread, and the way the little blonde was slouched down, her luscious beaver was perched right on the edge of the cushion. Even in the shadows, he could tell she wasn’t wearing panties. The silky strands of her pelt-like bush were shimmering with droplets of cunt lube, and the delicate folds of her tiny snatch had pulled apart like a flower opening its petals to the dawn. He felt his hardon give an approving jerk beneath the sash of his smoking jacket while he let his knees point in opposite directions. “Rough assignment, or do you have other things on your mind?”
“Both,” Connie answered, forcing a laugh and leering at Brian’s crotch when she saw his legs open up. She was right. The handsome man didn’t have anything on beneath his robe. She could see his hairy scrotum pooling on the cushion between his thighs and the shadowy culvert of his cock root. But she couldn’t discern the rest of his fantastic prick. Then she realized why. Brian was sporting a hardon. He had his rigid pecker stuffed beneath his robe as if his fuck tool were a fleshy crowbar he was trying to keep out of sight. “I could hear you and Alice upstairs.”
“You know what we were doing up there?” Brian asked. He was teasing the young girl the same way he had the night he had walked in on the blonde and the babysitter bare-assed.
Connie knew Brian wanted to hear her say it out loud, just the way Paul had wanted her to talk dirty on the phone while they played with themselves. And she wanted to say it for him. “Fucking and sucking.”
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