Babysitter's Beaver
Copyright© 2026 by Sable Sloane
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
Alice looked forward to her solitary afternoons during the week. She handled her domestic chores in the morning, which left the house all to herself until Connie arrived from school. It had been nicer before they had begun boarding the college student, but the extra money kept her from having to get a job to help meet their expenses.
The young housewife found the teenager to be little or no trouble, except when Alice and Brian wanted to have sex. So far that had proven to be only a minor inconvenience. Now their bare-assed antics were restricted to the bedroom. No more impulsive banging on the couch after a late-night talk show or Alice greeting her husband at the door wearing just her high heels and a smile.
No having her pussy eaten out while she was preparing dinner or getting fucked doggie style on the stairs. But knowing someone else was in the house while Brian stuffed his big dick up her stanch had an appeal all of its own for the attractive redhead. It reminded her of the times they had screwed in her parents’ home before they were married.
Up until the last week or so, Brian was the type of guy who was ready to suck and fuck at the drop of her panties or a glimpse of one of her perky tits. The pretty redhead only had to dart her eyes to her husband’s plump basket, and his big cock sprang into action. He was an instant hardon anytime of the day or night. Since she had never been naked with another male, Alice presumed guys were always like that, walking around with a hair trigger in their cum-filled balls, available to do stud duty at the least little invitation.
But something had changed in Alice and Brian’s relationship. It had started the night of her initiation as an officer into her lodge. That had marked the first time in four years of marriage Brian had said no to any of her sexual advances. Alice remembered she had paid Brenda and seen the babysitter to the door, then traipsed upstairs expecting to find Brian naked and rock hard. He was always randy as hell for some cock-and-cunt action after having a couple of drinks. But that night she had found him curled up under the covers with his back to her side of the bed, the covers at his groin not even threatening to tent out. Even when the redhead undressed in front of him and flaunted her dampening pussy in his face, Brian just patted her on the ass and told her good-night. That wasn’t like her husband at all.
Alice’s second rejection from Brian came last Saturday, the evening she returned from counting the proceeds of the bake sale. Connie had been in her room, and though her husband had eaten and showered, he still complained of feeling sick. Sunday and Monday had found Brian no more responsive to Alice’s subtle suggestions to screw. Both nights she’d had duties to perform at the lodge and had returned home late. But she hadn’t connected her absences with Brian’s diminishing interest in her tits and ass. Nor did it dawn on her that their college border could have anything to do with his not wanting to fuck.
Today, because she was feeling hornier than usual, Alice stripped her clothes off at two and stepped into the shower. She ran the bar of soap over her full breasts, lathering them back and forth until her nipples stood up stiff, then worked the soap down to her crotch. Her shaggy crop of red pubes was a sudsy carpet in no time at all. Without even thinking, she slipped the soap between the sensitive lips of her cunt, and her little clit bloated out at the top of her spread beaver. What am I doing? she asked herself when she realized she was masturbating. Except to incite Brian, she never played with herself.
No sooner had Alice shut the shower off, toweled dry, and donned a long terry robe, then the front doorbell rang. Feeling naked and wanton beneath the loose-fitting garment, she padded downstairs to the foyer. Four days without the sensation of Brian’s big dick pumping in and out of her mouth or quim had taken its toll. She was so horny she could have fucked anything in pants.
“Special Deliver, but this time it has your name on it,” a sandy-haired youth announced in a lusty tone. He was standing on the stoop with his back to the young housewife. His mailbag, instead of being slung over his shoulder, was draped in front of his groin.
“For me?” Alice questioned, puzzled that a postman would try to make a delivery with his back to the door. She wasn’t aware that her belt had come undone and that her big titties and aroused quim were on display.
“This afternoon it’s something a lot better than a letter.” With that, Jerry Frazer spun around and let his mailbag drop to his feet. He was dressed the same as the last time he rang the Hudd’s bell: blue shirt and shorts with white knee socks and black shoes. He had taken the liberty of pulling his zipper down, and his big uncut dick was sticking out of his fly along with his low-hanging balls. The slender youth already had his foreskin peeled back, and his large ruddy knob was coated with a glaze of shiny lube.
It took Jerry a couple of moments to accept that the woman standing before him wasn’t the girl he’d expected. When he came to his senses and realized it wasn’t Connie he was exposing his genitals to, he dropped his hands to his crotch. It was a near-futile effort. The teenager’s slim palms did little to conceal his man-sized boner, and his testicles swayed beneath his knuckles like a pair of fleshy goose eggs.
Alice’s gaze dropped to the boy’s open fly, and her eyes expanded to the size of saucers. The kid was easily as well hung as Brian, and his handsome pecker was even fatter around. She was immediately intrigued by the foreskin sheathing the smooth shaft and the nest of wiry pubes bushing out of his zipper. She could feel the rasping of her lungs as she started to pant. At twenty-four, she had never seen an erection other than her husband’s—as a matter of fact, she had never seen another man’s cock and balls, hard or soft. Instead of being turned off, she could sense her own genitals responding to the lewd teenager. He was brandishing exactly what she’d been craving the past four days. “Are you sure you have the right house?” she managed to stammer, not being able to look the youngster in the face.
Blushing and still clutching his crotch, Jerry’s eyes danced to the house number, then back to the redhead’s magnificent tits and silky bush. He loved the way her nipples pointed outwards and the pinkish hue of her gapping organ. “This is the Hudd house, isn’t it?” he questioned after clearing his throat. He would have tried to stuff his burgeoning meat and oversized balls back into his fly, but he knew there was no way he could make himself presentable without creating a spectacle of himself. Besides, the older woman was even more naked than the little blonde had been when the college student answered the door that first afternoon. There was just an outside chance he and his stiff dick were in for another pleasant surprise.
“Yes,” Alice answered.
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