Babysitter Blues Pt. 03

The shed smelled like grass and summer. It was empty and dark though the darkness was softened considerably by the light of a nearly full moon which spilled in through the two cracked windows. I lit candles and placed them in corners and set the straight-backed, armless chair I had brought from the basement in the center of the 10 X 10 foot space. I waited.

Earlier, I had discovered her white cotton panties, wrecked with girl cum, tucked under my pillow. With my wife away on an overnight business trip and with Haley emboldened by the non stop naughty cyber play in which we had recklessly engaged in the weeks since our apartment interlude, she had kicked our lust machine into higher gear. Rather than be offended by this shift onto my home turf, I was turned on beyond belief. I lifted the sticky sweet garment and inhaled as if it held the world's last oxygen. I noticed a note hand written in tiny pink script along the crotch, "I need you to fuck me."

I had instantly grabbed my phone and texted.

"Shed. Now."

It was after midnight when she finally walked in and stood quietly. She wore her schoolgirl ensemble and seemed nervous, though not in a role play way. It was real, and I liked it. She shifted her weight from foot to foot and awaited my lead. I let the tension build as I studied her.

I grabbed her roughly by both arms and pulled her to me, forcing a hard, hungry kiss before abruptly turning her around and pinning her against the wall. I lifted her skirt up over her naked ass and slapped her sharply, the pale skin going instantly pink. I slapped her again.

"You have been a naughty, naughty girl," I said evenly.

I gently traced the crack of her ass with my right index finger, then reached down to gauge her moisture. Soaked.

I leaned against her from behind and seethed into her ear, "You are such a dirty little slut. Get on your fucking knees."

More silence. More tension.

"Open your mouth."

Her lips formed a perfect O. I pushed off my sweat pants, my hard cock springing into view.

"See what you do to me?"

I absently tugged myself before carefully smearing my precum along her lips as if I were applying her lipstick. I gripped her hair into tight pigtails, held her head perfectly still, and slowly started to fuck her face. She instinctively sucked, using her tongue to heighten my pleasure. Reluctantly I pulled out.

"Sit down," I instructed, looking toward the chair.

I knelt on the ground at her feet and pushed apart her thighs. The heat and the smell from her pussy assaulted my heightened senses. I lifted her legs, straightening them, and made a wishbone of her lower body. Her skirt lifted. Her pussy opened. She held her legs up and out as I leaned closer to her quivering core.

"Fuck," I admired. "Even your pussy is pretty."

I gently pinched her lips with my fingers, peeled her apart. I leaned closer. Breathing her. Drinking her. Drunk on her.

My tongue dabbed a tentative hello before making a firmer introduction and licking wildly up and down the length of her dripping slit. She squirmed, writhed, moaned, arched, as I owned her with my mouth - my playful tongue-fuck giving way to an all out pleasure war on her clit.

"Fuck," she panted, her body racked by tremors, until her soul poured through her cunt out onto my tongue, her bold, flowing climax a new wonder of the world.

Still on fire, she begged, "Fuck me."

I pulled her off the chair and positioned her, my pretty fuck rag doll, on all fours. The moment my cock first plunged into her, she was cumming again, moaning, pounding back at me as I fucked her.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I moaned, each word syncing with a staccato fuck thrust, her juices glazing me, her pussy milking me.

"On my face, on my face" she declared with my orgasm starting. She turned to kneel as I stood and frantically fisted my wet cock.

Surge after surge after surge of my spunk doused her, decorated her. She laughed happily, amazed as her face, neck and tits became coated.

After some modicum of calm had returned, I reached for my sweat pants and pulled her white panties from the pocket. Kneeling, I used the once-soft clothing to wipe my mess off of her beautiful, pale skin.

Eyes locked, and with surprising tenderness, I said, "This can't happen again."

"I know," she replied a bit wistfully.

We kissed one last time then stood. I held her for a long moment then let her go.

I followed her outside and watched her disappear into the night.

That was two years ago.

I haven't seen her since.