Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 6
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
For the first time since the party, Connie fell asleep without even thinking of playing with her snatch. After she watched Brian sprint up the staircase in his smoking jacket with his rubbery Peter and low-hanging balls flopping beneath the hem of his robe, she gathered her clothes together and marched to the second floor in the nude. She took a warm shower, being careful to clean all of the cum and blood out of her pussy—though there was only a trace of blood—then slipped naked between her sheets.
She was surprised and pleased that her first fuck had been all but painless. At nineteen, she had set out to lose her cherry; and having accomplished that, the pretty freshman felt like a full-fledged woman ready for the love which Paul wanted to share with her. At long last, she had experienced the wonderful sensations of having a rigid fuck pole snugged into her tight little quim, thrilled to its throbbing hardness, searching out the secret recesses of her most private opening, and felt its spunk erupting inside her.
She had thought that after her first fuck, she’d be sore down there and that her pussy would ache. But instead, she felt at peace with herself, drifting on the lofty plateau of her dreamy climax and fast asleep by the time the gauzy sensation ebbed away.
The next morning, she encountered Brian at breakfast, but in front of Alice, the handsome man treated her no differently than he ever did. That didn’t matter to Connie. Because of his cock and the fact that he had fucked her, the little blonde felt different, and that was enough. When she crossed campus, there was more of a spring in her walk, and she found it easier to concentrate on her classes. But by early afternoon, when she returned from the university, her old desires were running rampant again. It was as if her pussy had a mind of its own, and that hairy slash was begging for the thickness of more hot meat.
Alice had left a note on the kitchen table saying that she had gone shopping in one of the nearby towns, and it was an hour or so before Brian was due back from work. Connie went up to her room, put her books on her desk, and stripped down to her panties and bra.
While she was hanging up her frock, she let her fingers stray to her crotch and dug into the gapping crack of her sex. Her cunt lips were already dewy with her abundant juices. Now she was able to probe deeper than she ever had before. She wished Brian was home or Paul had stopped over. She had seen the basketball player between classes. They had stolen a brief kiss, then he’d rushed off without her having a chance to confide that she had finally been deflowered. Not that she had any intentions of telling him how she had lost her cherry--just that she had.
Connie stationed herself in front of her full-length mirror and rearranged her panties so the crotch strap sucked into her beaver. The pink lips of her small vagina were exposed on either side. The gathered strip of cotton was already so moist with fuck lube she could see her little clit budding through the nearly transparent material. The silken hairs of her golden bush graced her inner thighs, complimenting the hot pink of her small organ. She looked as sexy as Brenda had the brunette was exhibiting her beaver the night she had babysat for Connie.
There are better things to do than just play with my pussy, Connie admonished herself. Cherry girls finger their cunts, and I’m not a cherry anymore. I know what it is to fuck and suck. Since there was no one at home, she decided to march down to the kitchen to get a glass of milk. She knew it would feel really wanton to strut around the house in nothing but her underwear with her panties sucked into her snatch. She had just reached the bottom of the stairs, enjoying the friction of her gathered undies sawing into her crack with each stride, when the front bell rang.
The nineteen-year-old ambled to the door without considering how she was dressed ... or rather, undressed. Her mind was too full of erotic impressions to allow her to think straight. It was as if she were off in a carnal dream world and the buzzer was an annoying intrusion which had to be taken care of before she could continue with her fantasies.
“Special Delivery for Mr. Hudd...” a masculine voice announced, then trailed off as the young man’s startled leer focused first on Connie’s bra, then the V of her soggy panties. He was a slender youth, garbed in the summer uniform of the post office: dark blue shirt, dark blue shorts, white knee socks, and black shoes. A shock of sandy-colored hair tumbled over his forehead, and his pug nose was a mass of freckles. He was just an inch or two taller than Connie, and there was little or no hair on what showed of his legs. His eyes squinted at her exposed beaver as he forced his clipboard in her direction.
“I’m not Mr. Hudd,” Connie laughed, stepping back while she held the door open. She was still oblivious to the fact that her lacy little bra revealed her hardon nipples or that her dewy cunt lips were gnawing at the crotch of her panties like a vertical mouth.
“Well ... that’s ... okay,” the youth stammered, trying to regain his composure. He could feel his peter surging in the restriction of his briefs, and he had trouble raising his eyes to the pretty blonde’s face. “You can sign for him.”
Connie took the clipboard and scribbled her name on the bottom line. When she handed it back to the boy, he produced a letter. Even after she had the correspondence in her hand, he proceeded to stand on the stoop and gawk at her. “Is there something else?” she asked, getting ready to close the door.
The young man’s eyes ran nervously over the little blonde’s body, then darted to her face. “Ah, no ... I mean, yes. I was wondering if I could use your bathroom.” He shoved his hand down to the front of his shorts to cover his burgeoning hardon. “I’ve got to take a leak really badly. It’s all of this walking.”
Connie let out another laugh and ushered the boy inside. He looked so awkward and young clutching his groin. “Sure. It’s upstairs to the left.” After he had squirmed out of the straps of his mail bag and was halfway up to the landing, she commented, “You don’t look old enough to be a postman.”
He stopped in mid-stride, still groping himself, and glanced down at her over his shoulder. “I’m nineteen,” he answered in a defensive tone. “My name’s Jerry Fraser. I’ve only been doing this for a week or so.” His heated stare found her tempting box again, then not trusting himself to look at her another second more, he darted out of sight.
It was then that Connie gazed down at what Jerry had been ogling and realized he had been scrutinizing her beaver. She blushed, then broke into a spasm of giggles. The postman, or rather postboy, looked so young and flustered, she would have guessed that he hadn’t reached adolescence yet. The way he had been eyeing her exposed snatch and his lack of confidence led her to believe that he hadn’t seen that many pussies. Had Jerry looked his age or older, Connie might have felt intimidated, but the novelty of seducing someone who might be even more innocent than herself made her little quim all the wetter.
Loosening her bra so her nipples showed over the top of the cups and forcing even more of her panties into her juicy box, she climbed the stairs. She could hear her breath laboring all the harder as she approached the john. The bathroom door had been closed only partway. When she touched her hand to the surface, it swung open.
Connie expected to see Jerry straddling the toilet bowl with his immature Peter dangling out of his fly. She also imagined, like his boyish body, his cock would be small and hairless. But that only went to prove how inexperienced the college freshman was in the ways of the world. The tube steak the youth was brandishing as he stood in profile to the door was anything but small, and his swelling fuck meat jutted far beyond his dense thatch of wiry pubes.