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I WANT TO FUCK YOU SO BAD FLOWERSWEET: NOPE And now I gulped. My response was to suggest she call me right away; and I barely had time to even LOOK at the phone before it rang. I told her right out that this was weird for me, but I was so hard for her, and the Mrs. We agreed the lie she'd tell her mom was I was going to help her with her math homework. I silently reached out and took her eyeglasses off of her face, placing them on a table behind the sofa. Her back arched, inviting me, and as I lowered my face her hand cupped the back of my head.
1HUNGGUY: REALLY REALLY HONEY, ALL FOR YOU FLOWERSWEET: YEAH I WANNA FUCK YOU And if that wasn't great enough... This was the hottest girl in my whole life, a fantasy coming true. Candice said she had some homework left, but would come over right away. Finally I went back down and cleaned up my home office and desk. Our eyes caught each other's, with her hand still in mine. Hard knobby nipples, dark brown circles around them, firm well-shaped, pale-white boobs. I grinned back and she let me reach a hand out, so my thumb could test the hardness of her nipple and my fingers feel the softness of her orb.
BABY YOU SCREAM SO LOUD I THOUGHT YOU'D WAKE UP THE WHOLE FUCKING MOTEL.
FLOWERSWEET: HERE'S ANOTHER Indeed she sent me another ... I mean, seeing your prudish babysitter's face 1HUNGGUY: GOD DENISE YOU LOOK FABULOUS 1HUNGGUY: YOU ARE SUCH A TEASE, YOU'RE MAKING MY SOOOO FUCKING HARD HERE FLOWERSWEET: GOOD FLOWERSWEET: YOUR COCK IS SO BIG 1HUNGGUY: DO YOU LIKE BIG COCKS BABY? THAT'S STUNNING DENISE, I'M NOT FAR FROM YOU AT ALL. Her own small hand wrapped around my cock, tightly gripping me at the base, holding it up right. She licked gingerly from the tip, around the head, down the soft part of the shaft, around my balls, even to the tuff nut at base of my scrotum.
I couldnt believe I was staring at a picture on my computer of my 18 year old babysitter's naked pussy. It was the second of the fifteen pictures that I'd opened. Working out of the house helps, but Candice has been making good money playing pseudo-mom for an hour or two each day, or for a few hours when I have to go out too. But she's never once hit on me; never wore anything tight; this is kinda a big step, going from baggy sweats to nudity. I pulled up Candice's secret stash of emails from her onlnie lovers, and there were about 15 messages. (Months ago I'd given her unfettered access to it -- probably, in hindsight, a FUCKING BRILLIANT thing to do.) Just carried on, taking care of my 7 year old boy and 4 year old girl. (DUH -- think about it.) It was a Thursday night, about pm, kids asleep upstairs and wifey out of town (again). She was in a general lounge room, not saying anything in the general chat. FLOWERSWEET: YEAH I AM 1HUNGGUY: I LOVE THAT YOU'RE 18, THATS THE PERFECT AGE FOR A FEMALE, I BET YOU LOOK INCREDIBLE SEXY FLOWERSWEET: HERE'S MY PIC And I about had a heart attack. AND IT LOOKS LIKE SOME GUY HAD A GOOD TIME WITH YOU IN A MOTEL ROOM, AM I RIGHT?
Leaning back behind my desk in my home office, maximized on my monitor, was a picture of Candice lying on her back nude with her legs spread, and a perfectly shaved, glistening pink pussy pointed at the camera. The first pic, ME, had a nice smiling photo of her sitting on the bed wearing a bra and panties. (Ok, "have to go out" means, have somewhere else to be, you know, get it? Once a year I have a brilliant insight, and this was that time. All were from males, and about 10 of them had guys sending their pics. My visitations to the website slowed appreciably, more from disgust than anything else. Things were boring, I was actually in another brower window surfing a sports page when -- boing -- an alarm sounded and the software said "Flower Sweet Has Logged On." My heart was going thump-thump-thump. I let 10 minutes go buy, and started to think about what I should say. Her profile was thin -- just said she was in the categories of "female," 18-25 years old, single, and "adventurous." It was hard thinking of an opening line that didn't give away I knew stuff about her, but I had a very good idea of what I wanted to do. She attached to her message one photo of herself wearing just a thong, leaning back on a hotel bed. FLOWERSWEET: YUP 1HUNGGUY: I LOVE GIRLS YOUR AGE WHO FUCK GUYS MY AGE.
I went to the log-in page, my heart stopping, hoping she'd put her password down as a default (you know, hoping she'd checked "remember my password"). Good to know the girl liked seasoned experienced men. THANK YOU THANK YOU was the subject-line; the author was "Jim Dandy" (oh very clever, huh). I logged into the room -- it was crowded -- and, in about sixty seconds, sent her the equivalent of an IM or PM or "whisper" or whatever other sites call it. It sure seemed like an hour, but probably was only about two minutes. But my perseverance was rewarded with the beginning of a dialogue.
Honestly, the only action I know it's seen has been the couple of times I brought it to rendezvous with chicks I'd first met on the Internet. FLOWERSWEET: NOPE ANOTHER ONE That too was an intersting revelation. "Fuck baby yeah," I groaned instinctively watching my cock disappear into her mouth.
Clearly, she'd taken the photos in my -- our -- bedroom sometime when the kids were asleep. There were a particularly enticing couple of them that I opened first -- DILDO1. And if this miracle wasn't enough, there was a photo of Candice spread on MY bed stuffing her cunt with MY WIFE'S dildo. OK, technically, Jeanine hadn't used her dildo (as far as I knew) for a few years. I'M ALMOST 8 INCHES FLOWERSWEET: NICE 1HUNGGUY: SOME GIRLS CAN'T GET ME IN THEIR PUSSIES FLOWERSWEET: I BET!!! FLOWERSWEET: NOPE NOT AT ALL FLOWERSWEET: I FUCKED A GUY WHO WAS MARRIED 1HUNGGUY: THE GUY IN THE PHOTO? She now looked in my eyes smiling broadly, her mouth opened, and her tongue stuck out. Candice's young mouth sucked my fat prickhead into her lips where her spit and tongue coated it all over, then she began sliding more of it into her mouth.
Holy shit it was a smorgasbord of porn, and our two-door-down neighbor's daughter was the chef. FLOWERSWEET: YES BUT I NEVER HAD ONE THAT BIG 1HUNGGUY: REALLY... I was so horny I started to undulate my ass up and down, pumping her hand a little, even as her mouth moved down. Then she licked back to the top and swallowed the head. I put my hands on my sides on the sofa, relaxing back, and tried to keep myself from moving too rapidly while the teenager started to give me great head.
I DEFINITELY WANNA FUCK YOU FLOWERSWEET: IS THAT REALLY YOUR COCK? I stripped nude and put on my own sweatshirt and loose jogging shorts. I led Candice over to the leather loveseat and I plopped on my ass on one side, while she sat gingerly next to me. All I saw, though, were those two lovely teenage breasts.
I led her by the hand (and what a soft delicate hand she had) to my office, where -- something I never ever did before when I was alone in the house with the kids -- I closed and locked the door. She grabbed fistfuls of her sweater and pulled it up to her armpits -- leaving it in place for quick retreat if one of my children scared us.