Babysitters Erotica Collection: Over 100,000 Words of 20 Hot Sex Stories (36 page)

I changed my position again so that I was no longer pinning Patty’s arms but was between her long, coltish legs instead. I spread her legs as far apart as they would go so I could have more access. Patty didn’t object or anything. She simply let me spread her legs.

Once I was satisfied with how widely spread Patty’s legs were, I got down into business. I knelt and lowered my body until I was almost face-to-face with Patty’s vagina. I saw her clitoris was engorged and swollen, and then I spread her lips apart.

Without hesitation I placed my tongue inside Patty, tasting and feeling her. She tasted sweet with a hint of salty, but she tasted clean and pure. Patty really was still a kid, after all. But the “kid” practically convulsed herself to pleasure the instant my tongue made contact with her down there. For a moment I wondered if I should stop. I shrugged. Who knew if this moment would come again, right? To hell with what-ifs and all that horseshit.

I went on pleasing Patty with my tongue. She felt soft and smooth inside. It was like licking an ice cream cone, actually. The more I licked Patty, the more she writhed around. The more she writhed around, the wetter she became. It didn’t take long before my face was practically covered with white sticky goo. I was covered in
Patty
, for Pete’s sake. I licked some of the white goo from the corner of my lips. Delectable too.

“Mr. Amis, you’re driving me mad,” Patty groaned, her forehead dotted with sweat. “Stop torturing me, and put it in me. Fuck me hard.”

I ignored her orders and went on fucking her using my mouth instead of my cock that she wanted so badly. I swirled my tongue inside her, enjoying the silky feel of her inside me. I reached up one arm and fondled Patty’s tits while my tongue was still inside her and my mouth was wrapped around her vagina. I rubbed her nipples hard as I thrust my tongue in and out of her, increasing my speed and finding my rhythm. I rubbed and thrust, rubbed and thrust, until I felt her tense, felt she couldn’t take it anymore . . .

And that was when Patty grabbed me by the hair and put her face close to mine. The poor girl was suffering, I could tell, but I was satisfied with her suffering because I wanted her to suffer. I wanted to punish her for reasons I know not.

“You asshole,” Patty hissed. “You won’t listen to me, huh? You’re going to pay for it.”

For a delicate-looking girl, Patty was actually pretty strong. The tables were turned for the third time. I was lying on the couch again, and Patty was on top of me again, but she wasn’t straddling me anymore. Instead, she went down a few inches until she came face-to-face with my cock, which, without warning, she devoured inside her mouth.

I was blown. Patty was just bursting with surprises. I never expected her to give me or anyone else some head, yet here she was, wrapping my member with that moist, warm mouth of hers. Patty definitely knew what she was doing. The girl was a natural tease. She would flirt and play with her tongue, running and swirling it all over my dick. I couldn’t help it. I moaned from sheer pleasure, and when I did, I felt Patty grin with her mouth around my package.

Patty played not only with her tongue and the very slightest hint of teeth, but also with her hands. The part that was no covered with her mouth, she covered with her hands. Patty made twisting, rubbing motions coupled with firm pressure on my penis. The sense of pleasure was overwhelming. I felt my eyes do that funny thing, and I could’ve sworn I fainted for a millisecond from the delicious rush of ecstasy that was running through my veins.

“Patty,” I managed to gasp, “where and how did you learn to do that?”

She took my penis from her mouth and answered, “I don’t kiss and tell.” Then she went on and drove me mad for about ten minutes or more. The experience was like nothing I’ve ever felt or even seen.

Patty played with my balls too. She took each testicle gently into her hands and rubbed them firmly using her open palms. Electricity ran down my spine and back again. It was so intense, I reached down and grabbed Patty’s hair. I gave her hair a mild yank, and to my surprise, Patty actually moaned. I tugged at her hair again, and she gave another moan. Man, the girl really loved to play it dirty.

Patty took one of my balls near her mouth and blew on it gently. Her breath was cool, and it sent another round of fresh shivers up and down my spine. My cock grew stiffer and larger again, something which Patty noticed. She nodded in approval and, without warning, sucked on my dick again. She did it up and down, side by side, and all around. Every motion made me convulse with pleasure. But just when I felt I would explode from all that sensation, Patty stopped sucking my dick and sat in front of me instead.

She opened her legs and spread them wide, then she wrapped them around my waist. Now we were face-to-face, and intimately at that. I immediately understood what she wanted, but before I could even nod and tell her to get it on, Patty grabbed my cock and placed it inside her.

Immediately I began to thrust in, out, up, and down. Patty was tight, not in a way that suggested she was a virgin but in a way that meant she hadn’t been getting it on for quite some time now. Maybe her boyfriend was away. I didn’t know and didn’t care. I was just happy I got to get a hot piece of Patty at long last.

Patty’s snugness felt good against my swollen dick. I continued to thrust in and out of her as she placed her arms on the sofa and leaned back on the couch, using her elbows for support. Patty spread her legs even wider, bucking and moving her hips in time with my thrusts, trying to come up with a rhythm that’s sure to drive us wild with sheer pleasure.

Patty made this bouncing motion that got her tits jiggling like crazy. The sight drove me wild. With one hand, I grabbed one tit and began pressing it hard, squeezing it, never losing my rhythm and continuing to pound hard inside her. Patty began to move her hips faster and faster, finally coming up with this rhythm that matched every thrust and grunt I made.

“I’m coming, Mr. Amis,” Patty said breathlessly. “I’m coming!”

I grunted in response and kept on banging her hard. I was being ruthless now, and I no longer cared if I hurt her or not. I was lost in my own pleasure and passion, lost in the feel of Patty’s flesh wrapped around and all over my member.

Patty sat up all of a sudden and wrapped her arms tight around me. Her face was buried in her neck, and I wasn’t too lost in what I was doing to not notice her harsh breathing and rapid panting. She raked her fingernails up and down my back, and just as surprisingly, she began to shake violently.

“Mr. Amis” was all Patty managed to get out before her eyes rolled wildly, showing only the whites. Her hands clutched my shoulders just as she gave these huge shudders. After a few seconds Patty gasped and bucked and bent over. I was still inside her by then, and I felt the liquid products of her orgasm course through my cock. It went on for a while, and it seemed as if she would never stop coming. When she did, she grew limp in my arms and placed her head on my chest, still breathing heavily.

I could have come too right there and then, but I had other plans in mind. I let Patty catch her breath for a while before I pulled myself out from her. Because Patty had become weak and limp, pushing her back into the couch was easy. I did just that, and when she was on her back, I kneeled in front of her and placed my dick in her mouth.

Patty began to suck on my dick, softly and tentatively at first. It wasn’t what I wanted. I pinched one nipple to get my point across, and Patty, being the smart girl that she was, got the message. She began to suck harder, stronger, and firmer, which was how I wanted it to be done. I wound my fingers around her brown hair and pulled so hard that her neck got lifted an inch from the couch.

Patty went on with her sucking, and she played with my balls again. The pleasure was beginning to build up and grow more intense. I knew I was about to burst, and I couldn’t hold it off any longer.

And burst I did. I gave a loud moan as my fluids gushed out of me and right into Patty’s mouth. Patty swallowed my come, but before I could completely release myself inside her mouth, I pulled out and let the rest of my semen drench her face and chest.

Exhausted, I collapsed right on top of Patty. We were both breathing heavily and rapidly. I closed my eyes and waited for my racing heart to calm down, for my breath to finally resume its normal pace. I sensed more than saw Patty do the same. I felt every inch of her naked body in my own naked body. I liked how that felt.

We were more or less breathing regularly after several minutes. As if on cue, we both sat up and looked at each other. Gone was the sweet, innocent Patty I had seen when she first stepped through the door, what, a few hours ago. The sweet, innocent Patty had been replaced by a wilder, more daring girl who pretended she didn’t know what she wanted but would do all it took to get it anyway. Patty was full of contradictions. She was sweet, but she was sexy. She was polite, but she liked to talk dirty. She wanted to dominate, but she wanted to be submissive more. It was tough to put her into a fixed category, but what did it matter? Patty gave great sex, and aside from her excellent babysitting skills, that was all that mattered.

Patty cleared her throat. “The rain has stopped. I should get going, Mr. Amis.”

I listened for a second and realized she was right. The rain had indeed stopped, but for how long, I didn’t know. I nodded to show Patty I understood, and she nodded back. As if on cue again, we both picked up our clothes from the floor and began to dress.

There was silence while we dressed, but it wasn’t awkward. It was a silence that promised of great things to come—maybe not right away, but such greatness was due in the horizon. The thought filled me with excitement, and I found myself getting hard again. Zipping up my pants, I reminded my randy side to keep calm, cool, and collected. The rain had let up, meaning Patty can go home now, meaning Fiona will be getting home soon.

We were fully dressed when the phone rang. It was Fiona, saying the exact things I was thinking: that the rain had stopped (“Thank God!”), she wanted to go home, and she’d be doing just that.

“Is there anything I can get you on the way?” Fiona asked. “Coffee or some doughnuts perhaps?”

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” I answered. “Hurry home, I can’t wait to see you already.”

Fiona giggled like a schoolgirl. “You and your fancy lines. Yes, I’ll be right on home. I’ll see you then!”

I turned back to Patty and saw that she was already halfway to the door. She had her backpack on, and right at that instant, I saw her for who she really was: still a student, a
kid
, for Pete’s sake.

“Will you—” I began, but she cut me off.

“I’ll be here Friday,” Patty said. “Thanks, Mr. Amis. You don’t have to drive me home. What’s twelve blocks, anyway?” She shrugged.