Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
Instead of sating Connie’s newfound appetite for sucking and fucking, the teenager’s three-way with the pair of horny carpet layers only made her hungry for more hot cock. Connie hadn’t thought of her sexual encounter with Brenda and Brian as an orgy since the nineteen-year-old had been so passive through most of the fuck demonstration. But this afternoon was different. Connie’s tits and ass had been the star attractions for both turned-on studs, and they had rewarded her the best way they knew how. She could smell Mark and George’s heady male salts and funky ball cream oozing from every pore in her well-fucked body.
The small blonde had no desire to get dressed after her seducers left. In hindsight, it was difficult to tell who had seduced whom. She strutted to her room naked and remained there the rest of the afternoon playing with her cummy cunt. The first thing she did was spoon out the spicy spunk from the crack between her legs and lick it from her fingers like just-beaten frosting. She couldn’t keep her hands off either her box or her titties. Her exploring fingers kept her nerve endings all tingling and alert, but they were a poor substitute for the randy male organs she fanaticized about.
At six, Alice came home and knocked on Connie’s door. She told the girl Brian was home and dinner was ready. After pulling the sheet up over her nude frame, Connie begged off from eating, saying she didn’t feel well.
A short while later, Alice knocked on Connie’s door again and peered in at the young girl lying on the bed. “I have to go back to the lodge to tally up the proceeds from our bake sale. My, but you’re all flushed. Should I call a doctor?”
Connie shook her head, feeling guilty for alarming the considerate woman unnecessarily. She supposed the sexual glow in her cheeks could have been misinterpreted as the flu. “No, I think it’ll pass.”
“If you’re feeling better later and decide you want your dinner, I left a plate in the oven with Brian’s.”
“Brian didn’t eat either?” Connie asked, hoping the redhead couldn’t see her hand slithering away from the V of her thighs beneath the sheet. She’d had three fingers stuffed into her cunt when Alice entered the second time and had to be very careful not to attract Mrs. Hudd’s attention to her groin.
“He came home feeling a little under the weather too,” Alice replied as she stepped back into the hall. “There must be some kind of bug going around. The living room looks beautiful. Thanks for taking care of the carpet layers. I should be back around ten.”
Alice didn’t know how well Connie had taken care of the cunt-happy workmen, and the young girl had no intentions of telling her. The freshman only wished George and Mark were here now, naked and rock hard to souse her mouth and quim with more of their delicious man cream. Getting bare-assed with those two attractive fuckers and having both of their stiff pricks to service her wanton desires proved to be her most exciting sexual encounter to date. The more she thought about what the three of them had done on the new carpet, the more she knew she had to find someone to suck and fuck with soon or she was going to go crazy.
Connie waited until she heard Alice’s car back out of the driveway, then she slipped out from between the sheets. Her full breasts were crowned with the twin studs of her erect nipples. Her creamy flesh was coated with a thin glaze of sex sweat, and her little pussy was still squishy with traces of cum and her own natural juices. She pulled on her floor-length robe and padded down the hall to the Hudd’s bedroom. Because she hadn’t bothered with the sash, the robe flowed behind her, leaving her breasts and pussy fully exposed.
Each step which brought the almost naked girl nearer to the other bedroom increased the fervor of her out-of-control desires. Her snatch was so soggy with her own sticky lube—not to mention Mark and George’s leftover semen—she heard the slick folds of flesh squishing back and forth. Even before she saw him, she could smell the man’s healthy hang of fuck meat. It was as if that cock-and-ball odor was an overpowering cologne flagging all of her faculties.
Brian’s handsome physique was stretched out on top of the spread in just his black, silk pajama bottoms. He looked more naked than dressed. His muscular torso and arms were bared, and his fly had gapped open like a taunting invitation to his masculine charms. The lamp on the nightstand was on, but the handsome male had his eyes closed.
Connie tiptoed into the room and knelt down by the side of the bed. By the steady rise and fall of Brian’s chest, the young woman presumed her host was asleep. She could hear the even cadence of his breathing and saw the way his lashes remained closed.
Connie let her fingers hover above the yawning slit of Brian’s fly, daring herself to reach inside. She was able to discern the tubular shaft of his flaccid member through the wide incision in his pajama bottoms and the puffy sphere of one of his testicles. That was enough to make her start drooling. The helmeted knob of his large prick was still hidden from sight, but its sleek contours were clearly outlined beneath the thin silk fabric. Deciding the sleeping male wouldn’t be any the wiser if she pulled his peter out and gave it a smooch, Connie reached into the fly and extracted Brian’s rubbery pecker.
The piece of malleable fuck meat felt alive in her small hands. It draped across her fingers like a ruddy snake. But not for long. She lowered her head to Brian’s crotch, intending to take a quick whiff of his genitals and run her tongue over the sensitive glans, when the already thick shaft began to expand. A shudder quaked through the fleshy stem, then the fuck pole started to fill with blood.
Connie’s eyes rushed to Brian’s face, but the man still appeared to be sleeping. When her gaze returned to the slit in his pajama bottoms, she found her unsuspecting host already on the bone. The flange was a deep mauve, the shaft was as rigid as glass, and his egg-sized nuts had shrunken up to his cock base. His magnificent pecker was jutting through his fly like a diving rod looking for water--or something wetter and warmer like her mouth or cunt.
Connie couldn’t have denied Brian’s stiff dick the pleasure of her mouth even if she had wanted to--and she certainly didn’t want to. She closed her lips over the velvet-like crown and took the throbbing cock deep in her throat. With her mouth encircling the hairy base, she crawled onto the bed so she could achieve further penetration. At the same time, her robe slipped from her arms and fell to the floor. The naked teenager wanted to get as much of Brian’s delicious manmeat into her craw as she could. If it were possible, she would have swallowed his cum-filled balls too. He tasted that good.
Without realizing it, Connie had straddled her knees on either side of Brian’s chest and rested on her haunches so her bare ass was hovering above the prone male’s face. She wasn’t exactly sure when it happened, but presently she became aware that hers was not the only industrious mouth on the bed. She could feel the titillating sensation of a warm tongue squirming into her snatch and lapping at her bloated clit.
“Brian, you’re awake!” she stammered as his large fuck pole popped out of her mouth and waved back and forth beneath her jaw. She was looking at him between her full breasts and spread thighs while his wonderful, long tongue took another mind-blowing swipe at her insatiable pussy.
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