Breeding with the Reluctant Babysitter: The Trilogy (2 page)

I’d discovered at an early age
that if I squeezed and released my thigh muscles, shutting my legs
and releasing, over and over again, I could give myself an orgasm
without even so much as reaching between my legs with my hands. I’d
felt so lucky the time I’d secretly brought myself off in class but
that same fluke of anatomy was working against me as Mr Warren
continued to tweak my nipple. With my legs squeezing together I was
beginning to feel a familiar sensation of growing pleasure.

Mr Warren
eventually removed his hand from my tit and placed it on my thigh
again, it was almost as if he could read my mind and knew my
dilemma. I couldn’t open my legs and let him touch my pussy, that
was
really
for my boyfriend only, no matter what Mr Warren said or
did… and yet I couldn’t just cum right there in front of him. I bit
my lip in silent panic as a tingly aura of ecstasy seemed to grow
around my clit.

Mr Warren pressed between my
thighs with all his fingers, trying to force his hand between them.
I was squirming in my seat, which didn’t help because I could feel
the bottom of my panties squelching against my sopping pussy. Oh
God, was I really going to cum in front of him? The sensation grew
even stronger and I momentarily lost the strength in my legs, they
quivered and Mr Warren seized the opportunity to firmly plant his
hand between my thighs before they slapped together again, fixing
his hand in place so he couldn’t move it towards my pussy.

It was no use though, the
quivering in my legs became more and more uncontrollable, each time
I relaxed my muscles his hand snaked up another couple of inches
before I could halt its progress until finally he was cupping my
pussy through my drenched panties.

“Holy shit, you’re wet!”

He began to
gently rub my underwear against me and then there was no holding
back anymore, I came, and came
hard
. I ground my sex against his
palm and squeezed both my breasts with my own hands, moaning and
bucking in the car seat. At last my pleasure faded and I hung my
head in shame, letting my hair fall over my face and hide me as I
panted. I’d cum on Mr Warren’s hand, letting him feel my pussy
through my panties when I wanted to save myself all for my
boyfriend, it was so humiliating.

I felt Mr Warren pull my panties
aside and reach over with his other hand to rub my exposed pussy. I
was too tired and defeated to fight him and I sat there limply
letting him smear his hand with my pussy juices. The next thing I
knew he had his hand on his cock, and I hadn’t even noticed him get
it out, he must have done it while I was cumming, and he began
jacking himself off using my own natural lubricants until his
erection was hard and glistening.

His first
hand remained between my legs and I felt a finger hook around and
slip inside my tight teen vagina and begin short thrusts that he
matched with strokes on his cock, perhaps imagining having it
inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, there was no way it
would fit inside me, at least I could be sure
that
would still be
just for my boyfriend. Mr Warren noticed my stare and
smiled.

“Why don’t you suck it a
bit?”

“Mr Warren! No!”

“I see the way you’re looking at
it, you know you want to find out what a real man tastes like.”

“No I…”

His finger slipped out of my
pussy as quickly as it had slipped in and he grabbed me by my pony
tail, wrapping his hand around it twice until he had a firm grip
and complete control of my head. Then, inexorably, he began pushing
my head towards his lap and aiming his cock at my face with the
hand that had been stroking it. I braced my hands against his
thighs and pushed back with all my might, but he was just too
strong for me and the head of his erection got closer and closer
until it was smearing pre-cum all over my lips.

“Open up, baby, wrap your lips
around that.”

His hardness pressed my lips
painfully against my teeth and I was forced to open my mouth. His
huge manhood went straight in and came to rest on my tongue. My
eyes bulged, I couldn’t believe how wide my jaws had to gape to
allow this monster cock in. I recognised the faint flavour of my
own juices mixed in with his pre-cum as I waited, not sure what Mr
Warren would do next. A small voice inside of me stated, bluntly,
that a ‘real man’ tasted pretty fucking good. I hushed it, ashamed
that I could think that way about any man besides my boyfriend.

After I’d had a moment to become
accustomed to the huge invasion of my face Mr Warren pulled on my
hair until just the tip was still inside and then pushed my head
down again forcefully. His cock hit the back of my throat and I
gagged, coughing and spluttering around the swollen head. My tongue
tried to push it out of my mouth and I pushed with all my might on
his thigh to try to retreat, but he was more than a match for my
struggles, holding me in place as if it was easy.

At last my gag reflex died down
and Mr Warren pushed downwards again. I felt a faint popping
sensation and realised the head of his cock was actually in my
throat. I couldn’t believe it, I’d never dreamed that I would be
able to deep throat and despite my obvious reluctance regarding the
situation I felt a surge of pride and boldly impaled myself even
further on his shaft.

“Oh fuck yes, Sara,” he
breathed, his head lolling backwards.

It seemed that the head was by
far the most difficult part to get into my throat, once that was
in, paving the way for the rest, inch after inch of his length
disappeared past my lips until my lips came to rest at the base of
his dick. I stayed there for as long as I could before pushing
backwards because I needed air.

For a second Mr Warren’s hand
kept forcing me down and I felt a surge of panic but then he let me
off and looked up at him as I breathed heavily.

“I did it!” I exclaimed and then
blushed.

“Good girl, Sara.”

“Is this enough?” I asked, half
hoping that he would say he wanted more, half ashamed of the
betrayal this meant to my boyfriend.

“No, Sara, you need to let me
cum in your mouth.”

“Oh.”

I didn’t even bother protesting
anymore, I realised I wanted to have him cum in my mouth, the
ultimate experience of what a real man tasted like. His cock was so
much bigger than my boyfriend’s, I bet he came loads more than that
drop I had seen in the end of my boyfriend’s condom when we had
sex. Without prompting or pushing I lowered my mouth back on to his
cock and began bobbing up and down of my own free will.

“Get your knees up on the seat,
it will help with the angle.”

I did exactly what he told me to
do, ending up with my face in his lap, my knees on the seat and my
ass up in the air. If anybody had walked past my side of the car at
that moment, they would have seen my short schoolgirl skirt barely
covering my cheeks. Mr Warren sensed the shift in my behaviour and
let go of my hair, reaching over to flip my skirt up over my back
and pulling my panties down to my knees. The view for any
passers-by improved dramatically I guess.

He was right,
though, having my knees up on the seat made it way easier to suck
his dick and I did so without any care for who might see my pussy.
My only concern in the whole world at that point was to get that
cum inside my mouth, I wanted it, I
needed
it. How had me made me his
little cumslut so easily?

I attempted to take his entire
length again and felt the head hit the back of my throat and my
muscles clenched up, I couldn’t get it in. He sensed my difficulty
and gave my head a firm push, forcing his erection past the most
difficult part. If my throat hadn’t been blocked I would have
sighed in relief. It was wonderful having that thick meat slide
down my neck, I felt so accomplished.

Mr Warren reached around one of
my thighs and began stroking my clit from behind. I moaned as best
I could as my lips once more found the base of his cock. I swirled
my tongue all over his shaft for as long as I could, but his
manipulation of my most sensitive spot made me breathless and I
couldn’t keep it embedded in me for as long as the first time.

I pulled up and felt the head
re-enter my mouth. I took it out, kissed it and then reinserted it,
caressing it all over with my tongue as I felt my second orgasm
approaching. I moaned louder and louder, beginning to buck my hips
against his flickering finger.

“Do you want me to make you cum,
Sara?”

“Yes, oh fuck yes please, Mr
Warren.”

“You can cum again if I can fuck
you.”

He stopped moving his finger on
my clit and I was tortured with how close I had been. I must have
lost my mind because I forgot my misgivings about being able to fit
him inside of me and instead consented to what he wanted.

“Anything you want, Mr Warren,
just… please!”

“Climb on over here and straddle
me.”

Mr Warren reclined his seat as I
climbed over him, my panties first fell to my feet and then off my
left leg completely, remaining bunched up on my right ankle. I put
a knee down on either side of his hips and grasped his cock with
one hand.

“Do you have a condom?”

“A condom?” he looked at me like
I’d asked if he had a dinosaur.

“I’m not on the pill, we need a
condom.”

“I’ll pull out, just be ready to
jump back over there so I can cum in your mouth, just like I said I
would.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, now get that cock in your
little pussy and stop talking back.”

“Oh… OK… just remember to tell
me when.”

His dick was still in my hand
and I guided it to my entrance as I lowered myself down. The
feeling of it pressed up against my only recently deflowered pussy
brought me partially back to my senses, regardless of how close my
orgasm was.

“It won’t fit, Mr Warren.”

“Yes it will, baby, just keep
pushing, put your weight on it.”

I gulped and did as he said. Our
slippery genitals pressed together with more and more force until I
gasped and felt my pussy lips part for him, accepting most of the
head inside me, where only my current boyfriend had been before. My
lips stretched outwards and I felt them close again against his
shaft as the fat head made its way completely into my nearly-virgin
slit.

Just like deep throating that
was the hardest part and, thanks to our mutual slickness, his cock
made steady progress into my depths. It wasn’t long before there
was no more cock to slide in and my pussy lips rested at the base
of his shaft where my other lips had been only minutes before.

“I told you it would fit Sara,
good job. Your pussy feels fucking amazing.”

“Thanks Mr Warren.”

There was something about having
him praise me that made me feel so proud of myself, I was giving
this much more experienced man pleasure and it was an incredible,
and admittedly odd, boost to my self-esteem. I smiled at the
compliment and began riding his cock, desperate to return to the
wonderful realm of climax.

Mr Warren began thrusting
upwards, meeting my downward motions with a slapping sound that
sent vibrations to my clit. I’d never felt anything like his cock
in my pussy before, it was fantastic. When I was a virgin I’d stuck
the handle of my hairbrush up there when I masturbated, then of
course my boyfriend had fucked me, but Mr Warren’s cock and my slit
were made for each other I decided as my orgasm quickly built up
again.

Suddenly I felt myself fall over
the edge of ecstasy as my orgasm washed over me. My legs quivered
uncontrollably and I couldn’t ride Mr Warren anymore, I collapsed
forwards and wrapped my arms around his neck like I was holding on
for dear life. It seemed that was almost true, actually, my
pleasure was so intense that I almost blacked out. Vision went
fuzzy and sounds seemed to come to me from a distance.

Vaguely I felt Mr Warren wrap
both arms around me, crushing me to his chest, and he began
thrusting upwards quick and hard like a jack hammer. Such was the
power of his thrusts that even my little tits shook on my slim
frame and my orgasm was prolonged for a far greater time than any I
had experienced previously.

Eventually my orgasm faded and I
was a limp fuck doll being held in place by Mr Warren’s strong
arms. I didn’t care anymore, I knew I would have to break up with
my boyfriend if I was going to keep fucking Mr Warren, and I
desperately wanted that. I realised he was whispering something in
my ear but I missed the start of it.

“… slut. I’m going to cum inside
you, blast your little womb with my sperm. I bet you’ll get
pregnant, your belly will swell and those little titties will get
fat with milk…”

“No, Mr Warren! I told you I’m
not on the pill!”

“I knowwwwwww…. UGHHHHHHH!”

For the first
time in my life I felt hot sperm blasting against my pussy walls,
my cervix, completely coating my love tunnel with his seed. I could
almost sense the little swimmers making a beeline for my fertile
eggs and whimpered powerlessly. I was sure he was right, I
would
get pregnant from this,
and then everybody would know what a little slut I was. The thought
was strangely liberating and hot all at the same time.

Mr Warren’s thrusts slowed as I
felt his jets of cum decrease in power and volume. Soon he was
still and we stayed where we were, panting against each other in
the afterglow. Eventually he released me and I raised myself up and
off his cock, squeezing my pussy as tight as I could in an effort
to keep his cum inside of me.

I moved back to my own seat,
noticing but not caring that my panties fell of my ankle. I was Mr
Warren’s pantyless little slut and that was just what I wanted to
be.