Adding Family - illustrated
Copyright© 2026 by CreepyUnclePete
Chapter 2
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2 - After a less than perfect threesome he gets a sexy offer. The pretty babysitter will sleep with him, if he keeps her secret. Will his wife agree, so she can have more time with the girl's mother? - - - For the special people out there who ignore story codes and need a special warning, like most of my other works this story includes cigarette smoking and teen sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Swinging Analingus First Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Voyeurism Smoking Illustrated
The night air clung thick with the scent of chlorine and Karlie’s cigarette smoke. She crushed it out and threw the butt into the dark. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unhooked her bra, not from cold, but from the weight of the moment. The hot tub bubbles hissed like a secret.
“Ever had your pussy licked?” I asked, kneeling between her thighs as she perched on the edge.
She laughed, nervously removing her panties. “Not with a beard between my legs.” Her toes curled in the water. “Facial hair is macho, sexy.”
My hands slid up her calves, slow, savoring the way her breath hitched when my thumbs brushed the inside of her knees. I kissed the hollow of her throat first, then lower, lower - until her back arched and her fingers tangled in my hair.
“Fuck,” she gasped, legs spreading wider, heels digging into the tub’s ledge. “That’s ... oh! That’s not how my girlfriend did it.”
I didn’t answer, just licked deeper, relentlessly, until her thighs clamped around my ears and she came with a loud shriek. “YEEEH!”
I picked Karly up and carried her near a lounge chair. I pushed my boxers down, smiling. I sat and ordered, “Suck me ‘til I’m nice and hard, then hop on.”
She knelt and teased my cockhead with her tongue, swirling and sucking, before taking him deep in her throat. She bobbed her head, gagged and coughed, then resumed her efforts with enthusiasm. Saliva dripped from my dick as she stroked my shaft with her fist and sucked my balls into her mouth.
She murmured, “Oh God ... You taste so manly!” She climbed onto my lap, facing away, and lowered herself onto my cock, slowly, inch by inch, until my entire length was buried inside her tight virgin pussy. She moaned, “Ohhhh! So ... big!” Then she started riding me, rising and falling, letting gravity do most of the work, while she arched her back and I played with her breasts.
The friction was a revelation - a tight, searing velvet that made every nerve in my spine scream. Karly wasn’t just riding me; she was discovering herself, her hips stuttering in a rhythm that felt like a glitch in reality. She arched her back, her small breasts swaying, and suddenly she let out a sound that wasn’t a moan, but a jagged, guttural gasp. Her internals clamped around me like a vice, pulsing in waves that nearly knocked the breath from my lungs. She collapsed against my chest, sobbing with pleasure, her skin slick with a mixture of hot tub chlorine and raw sweat.
But the night was just finding its teeth. I didn’t let her drift; I gripped her waist, tilting her pelvis just right and driving upward into that sensitized heat. “Again,” I whispered against her neck. She didn’t even have time to answer before the second peak hit her - a shorter, sharper explosion that left her toes curling and her eyes rolling back. She was a live wire, sparking under my touch, her breath coming in ragged, desperate hitches that sounded like a prayer.
By the third time, she was delirious. I flipped her over, pinning her to the lounge chair and burying myself deep, my movements raw and unbridled. She shrieked into the night air, her entire body shuddering in a prolonged, seismic climax that seemed to vibrate through the very concrete of the patio. As she shattered for the third time, I felt the pressure build, a tidal wave of heat crashing toward the shore. With one final, deep thrust, I groaned, dumping my load into the latex barrier, the sensation of her tight, trembling walls squeezing the last drop out of me.
I lay there for a moment, listening to the distant hum of the house where my wife slept, blissfully unaware of the electricity we’d just discharged. Karly was a puddle beneath me, her chest heaving, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips.
“So,” she whispered, her voice raspy from the screaming. “About those cigarettes?”
I chuckled, kissing her forehead. “Deal’s a deal.”
The walk to the car felt like we were smuggling contraband through a war zone, though it was just a quiet suburban driveway. Karly scrambled into her clothes with a frantic, giddy energy, her movements clumsy and rushed. She tossed her bra back into her purse and yanked her jeans up, not even bothering to zip them completely. I threw on a hoodie to hide the scent of chlorine and sex that clung to my skin, sliding into the driver’s seat while she leaned over to plant a wet, lingering kiss on my jaw.