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The Babysitter's Boyfriend

Copyright© 2017 by harry lime

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Charlotte was a bit old for the babysitting game but she needed the money for college in the fall and sometimes the daddies were real generous with their tips when she was friendly in a special way.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft   Teenagers   Consensual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Cheating   Incest   Uncle   Niece   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Oral Sex   Babysitter  

When Mrs. McNally hired young Charlotte to be her primary Saturday night babysitter, it was with the strict admonition that she was to bring no one into the house in their absence no matter how tempting it might be to have company to make the time go faster.

Charlotte was in complete accord with that particular clause of her employment because all she wanted to do was to make enough money to have funds to spend when she went away to the somewhat distant community college in the fall. The McNally’s home was well-appointed and the paintings on the wall appeared old enough to be of some value in the event of an auction to convert them into a liquid asset.

Mary McNally was a bit old to have her twins but she was well satisfied with the outcome because life had almost passed her by due to her late marriage just before the thirty-five year mark. Now, she was pushing the God-awful crisis point of forty and her little imps were only five years old and a handful that often pushed her to the cliff of a blossoming nervous breakdown. She had hired the pretty, but immature, Charlotte to ease her weekend stress levels and allow her to be with her slightly younger and distressingly virile spouse Ronald in his travels to sell his company’s products to sometimes desperately sex-starved middle-aged housewives in need of horizontal exercises to close the deal. The presence of a near-by wife might reduce his sales production but it would surely be a safety valve in saving their faltering marriage with a pair of youngsters underfoot all the time.

Charlotte at the age of eighteen was a bit old for a babysitter but she didn’t charge any more per hour and her steadier common sense reassured the flustered housewife that her Fanny and Judy were good hands during her absence. Besides, her petite figure and dainty Dresden doll features appeared in perpetual happy spirits and she was softly spoken to the point of desirably demure shyness around strangers. That was certainly a point in her favor with Mrs. McNally when she made her final selection for a proper watcher of her children.

She had also noticed her husband Ronald was disgustingly attracted to buxom females with top-heavy development that was a focal point of his oral inspections. Unfortunately, she was a bit lacking in that area and she was not in the least bit interested in the slurping of any male at her scanty nipples for liquids that would rightly belong to one’s offspring and certainly not some fetish-minded male with carnal desires.

The fact that young Miss Charlotte Sample was equally as lacking in minimally adequate frontal artillery was the clincher as far as she was concerned because it almost certainly insured her weak-willed spouse would not be bending the babysitter over in the pantry when he paid her the evening’s fee for her labors.

The good wife McNally had deceptively secured the collusion of her widowed cousin Bessie to produce her oversized breasts for her husband’s evening entertainment supposedly without her knowledge aforethought.

Bessie was middle-aged and plain, but her breasts were quite first-rate and had gotten rave reviews by several neighborly husbands attending to the widow’s post funeral loneliness.

She was a bit reluctant in the coupling game due to her inability to lift her legs very long without fatigue that prevented her admirer from achieving success. In lieu of the use of the familiar “missionary” position favored by ladylike wives due to her lack of agile flexibility, she became proficient in the “doggie” style used by common folk and women of fragile reputation.

Mrs. McNally was amused at the sight of her cousin down on all fours with her sweating spouse laboring away behind her like some railroad engineer taking his locomotive for a long haul up a steep slope with dangerous twists and turns. She secretly harbored the forlorn hope that her husband would expire in that position and received the derision of his peers for lack of stamina. It would be a fitting end for a man that focused with obsession on a part of the female anatomy that seemed to her totally inadequate to fulfill one’s need for a proper “tingle”.

In actuality, the horny Ronald had considered bending the young and beautiful Charlotte over the ironing board the very first moment he saw her bright and shining face in his wife’s sitting room. His sheltered equipment came to instant attention like some dirty old hound dog scenting its prey in close proximity. The dreadfully immature but more sly than shy Charlotte was aware of a prospective closer in the game of carnal carnival, but she pretended complete ignorance and even let her shoe dangle off her now bare foot in a way that suggested she might be ready to strip at a moment’s warning.

It was indeed fortunate for both Charlotte and Ronald that Mary relied on her cousin Bessie’s over-sized breasts to distract her husband from pussy-hunting outside the home and that she vastly underrated the power of the young girl to attract male attention just with her delectable facial features that inspired erections even in elderly males not used to such stirrings at that late time in life.

Charlotte was not in the least bit outraged at the way Mister McNally studied the geography of her buttocks with his rambunctious ungloved hands in the alcove of her study lined with books collected by several generations of McNally’s with a pretentious need to appear intelligent. They both stood frozen in posed boredom as he made little side trips to her heated slot and she looked off into the distance as if considering a matter of needed concern. Eventually, she surrendered her postponed release and he reveled in the fact that he had placed her in such a shameful and compromising position with such bravado and speedy success in complete secrecy.

Poor Mrs. McNally had not a clue at her husband’s dalliance and she merely noted that her prospective babysitter was a bit cool to her husband in a way that satisfied her malfunctioning radar completely.

The first weekend of babysitting was without benefit of boyfriend and found Mrs. McNally deep in her cups on the return from the party and in need of safe bundling in the upstairs bedroom to insure she didn’t fall to the hard wooden floor.

It was at that point just before paying the young girl for her services that Ronald introduced her to the skin to skin contact with his married with children equipment that had already stiffened its resolve to make her acquaintance as deeply as possible.

Charlotte was overjoyed at the added perk of a husband’s attentions in addition to her generous wages for practically no work whatsoever. In compensation for her lack of effort, she diligently allowed her youthful body to be mounted and ridden harshly by the party-aroused gentleman in need of a repository for his evening’s store of creamy emissions without further delay. He had rubbed up against many a tightly corseted fine lady with lust-starved eyes and soft padded bottoms to comfort his searching palms in complete disregard for his sinful lust and their loss of personal dignity in tandem. Now, he delivered his frustration straight up Charlotte’s tightly clenched sphincter without a single word of seduction and in full confidence that she was in full accord with his need for passion. They moved together like a single human person joined at the loins. They were in perfect harmony with the moment. It was a moment that made time stand still. The magic moment ended when she was flooded beyond belief with his happily married residue of sticky spunk spurting endlessly between her immature cheeks. It was so overpowering that it caused her similar teenaged girl searching for love release and immediate shameful remorse at her dreadful behavior.

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