When I was eighteen and just starting college, my father was gravely ill and could not work. I knew my family was struggling financially, so I was eager to do whatever I could to help out with the family finances.
The Kellys lived down the street, and I had known them for many years. They knew of my family’s plight and kindly offered me a babysitting job. Although I felt that babysitting was beneath me at that age, I eagerly accepted the position because I wanted to do my part. It turned out the Kellys were very flexible with my schedule, and they were very generous to me on account of my father’s illness.
Mrs. Kelly (Angela) and my mother had become good friends over the years. They were always at each other’s houses, usually with a glass of wine. My mother was a very attractive woman, as was Mrs. Kelly, and together they made a striking pair.
Mr. Kelly, or Mr. K, as I called him, was a good-looking, half-black (as far as I could tell), tall man who was always happy and cheerful.
Mr. K was younger than my father, and they had nothing in common. In fact, they were more or less opposites, and thus their relationship was just normal good-neighbor small talk.
Mr. K knew I was shy and timid, so he always made an effort to engage me in conversation. As I started to become comfortable with Mr. K, I realized he was not only fun and witty but also very flirty. I could sense he was a ladies’ man, especially when his wife wasn’t around. I noticed that Mr. K began to give me more attention as I blossomed into a young woman. Maybe it was my imagination, but sometimes Mr. K looked at me with what I can only describe as a lustful look.
The Kellys had two adorable daughters, ages four and six. As far as babysitting goes, it was an easy gig as the girls were well-behaved. They also lived just down the street, which made it convenient.
I was eighteen and had just started dating Aaron. He was a good-looking guy who was popular with all the girls. At first, I wasn’t sure why he liked me when he had his pick of the popular girls. I later realized it was because I was shy and submissive—or a slut, as guys would put it. Looking back, he was a jerk who only wanted me for sex, but at the time, I was just happy to have a boyfriend.
One particular night when I was babysitting, Aaron insisted on coming over to the house. I knew I wasn’t supposed to have anyone over, but I had just finished putting the girls to bed, and it was still early. I knew the Kellys weren’t coming back for a few more hours.
Normally, I wouldn’t have allowed it, but Aaron was persistent in coming over, and he promised to be in and out in a half-hour. Yeah, he just wanted to come over and fuck. I was shy, insecure, and afraid of losing him, so I gave in.
The kids were both asleep when Aaron arrived. He wasted no time pulling me onto the couch and taking me. Within minutes of his arrival, we were both naked and fucking on the living room couch, just like a couple of horny teens.
“How’s that, babe? You like that?” As he fumbled and pushed a finger inside of me.
“Uh-huh,” I replied, trying to fake my enthusiasm. My new boyfriend, Aaron, didn’t seem to notice my lackluster response and continued to flop on top of me like a fish out of water. I gritted my teeth as his dick roughly plowed into me, my pussy not yet wet enough to make this at all pleasurable for me. He didn’t seem to notice or care.
Aaron was always so eager to get straight to the fucking that he never made sure I was properly aroused. This was pretty much my experience with all the boys I had dated up to this point.
“Fuck, April, I love your tits, they’re amazing.” Aaron grabbed my breasts and tugged and squeezed them hard. It felt like I was getting a fucking mammogram. He started pounding his cock into me harder, grunting with every thrust.
“Shh!” I said it sharply. “I don’t want the kids to hear.”
“I’m sure they’re fast asleep… Besides, the TV’s on. That’s all they’ll hear.” Aaron downplayed my concerns. I still looked over his shoulder nervously towards the staircase to the bedrooms. I had a bad feeling about this, so I just wanted Aaron to finish getting his rocks off and leave.
“I’m gonna cum,” he suddenly growled in my ear. “Are you close?”
“Yeah,” I lied, as I was feeling uneasy about his visit. Aaron’s thrusts started getting more frenzied until his body tensed up against me and he ground his hips hard against mine.
“UHHHHHHHH!” he yelled, throwing his head back. I felt him unload inside me, and I tried not to look so disinterested. Aaron looked at me through half-open eyelids to see my reaction. I suddenly clued in, threw my head back, and started writhing underneath him, as if I were suddenly wracked with a powerful orgasm.
“Oh, that was so good, babe,” I said in a breathy voice. Aaron grinned at me, completely clueless but satisfied.
“Hey, I hate to break it to you, buddy, but she’s faking it.” Aaron and I both froze, and panic shot through me. It was Mr. Kelly, and he was home early.
“Shit,” Aaron said as he quickly scrambled off of me and dove for his clothes on the floor.
I was still too shocked to move as I locked eyes with Mr. Kelly, who had now entered the room and was staring at my very naked body. My cheeks flushed, and I frantically grabbed a nearby pillow to cover myself as my clothes were out of reach somewhere on the floor. I quickly cowered into a kneeling position and tried to cover myself with the undersized pillow. By now, Aaron had managed to get his pants back on.
“Mr. Kelly, “I’m so sorry, I…” I trailed off, having no idea what to say. This was the most embarrassing moment of my life. I could feel myself turning beet red.
Mr. Kelly ignored me and turned his attention to Aaron.
“One, you need to really improve your form. Two, you need to do a better job of pleasing your girl. And three…GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE AND DON’T EVER COME BACK!” I had never seen Mr. K so angry.
Aaron, shirt, and shoes in hand, made a beeline for the door. He didn’t even look at me. Mr. Kelly and I waited in silence until we heard the door slam shut. I slowly sat up on the couch, still clutching the pillow to my naked body.
Mr. K took a deep breath and just stared at me as he calmed down.
“Does your mother know you’re having sex?” He asked. I just stared at him, confused by his casual tone.
“It’s none of her business,” I mustered in my most confident voice. “I’m an adult.” Mr. Kelly scoffed.
“Barely. What, did you turn eighteen yesterday?”
“A month ago,” I stammered. He scoffed again and shook his head.
I really wanted to get dressed, but I certainly wasn’t going to do it in front of him.
“My wife’s not going to be happy to hear about this,” Mr. Kelly said.
“It’s a shame, April. She really likes you. The girls adore you. But how can I trust you again? How do I know you won’t let more strangers into my house? What if the girls had walked in on that?”
I looked down at my lap, too ashamed to look at him. I knew he was completely right. I couldn’t think of anything to say. What could I say?
“I’m sorry,” I sheepishly said. “Just let me get dressed, and I’ll go home. You don’t have to pay me.”
I assumed he’d leave, but instead, Mr. Kelly sighed and sat down on the couch next to me. I sat up straighter and held the pillow tighter.
“You know, Angela’s going to tell your mother about this,” he said.
I closed my eyes and groaned. Of course, Mother would find out. She and Mrs. Kelly were best friends and talked all the time. And even if she didn’t tell her, surely my mother would want to know why I wasn’t going over to the Kellys to babysit anymore. It would all come out one way or another.
“God!” I moaned, slumping against the couch.
“I know,” Mr. Kelly said. “It sucks. Especially since that sex was awful. Not even worth it.”
I shot him an incredulous look. This conversation was incredibly inappropriate.
“Why don’t you tell him the truth?” Mr. Kelly continued. “Why do you let him just use you like that?”
I was still shocked by the conversation, my mouth hanging open in response to his question. But Mr. Kelly cocked his eyebrow at me, waiting for an answer.
“I don’t know,” I said quietly. “I keep hoping it’ll get better, I guess.”
Mr. Kelly shook his head.
“I hate to break it to you, April. But teenage boys don’t know what the hell they’re doing. You’re not going to have decent sex until you fuck a man.”
I looked up at Mr. Kelly again, and his gaze was suddenly intense, his eyes surveying my bare shoulders and legs. The pillow was barely large enough to cover my privates. My heart started racing, and a strange feeling shot through my belly. I didn’t know what to say.
“You know,” he went on, brushing his fingertips over my shoulder. “I could show you what real, good sex is like.” My eyes widened in shock, and I quickly pushed his hand away from me.
“What are you doing?” I asked. I scooted down the couch to distance myself. “You’re married! Where’s Mrs. K, anyway?”
“She’s still drinking with her girlfriends,” he replied. “She won’t be home for hours. You know how women can talk?”
I stared at him, shocked by his proposition. Sure, Mr. K was a good-looking man, considering he was in his early forties. He was tall and looked fairly muscular. He had dark, lush hair, and a nice amount of stubble covered his cheeks. But he was old! When I was eighteen, forty seemed ancient to me.
“No way!” I said. “This is way too weird. You watched me grow up, for god’s sake!” Mr. Kelly shrugged, unbothered by my pointing that out.
“Let me fuck you,” he said simply. “And then Angela won’t have to know how irresponsible you were tonight—then your mother and father won’t find out either. And you can keep watching the girls like nothing happened.”
“Are you blackmailing me?” I blurted it out.
Mr. K just gave me a devilish grin.
And just then, as if I wasn’t embarrassed enough, I felt a gush of fluid pour out of me and onto the couch. As I looked down, I saw a large stain on the couch as Aaron’s recent deposit poured out of me.
I looked up, hoping that it went unnoticed, but Mr. K just shook his head as he stared at me, waiting for my response. How much worse can things get?
I took a deep breath and went silent. My mind raced as I actually thought over his offer. I really didn’t want my mother to know, and I especially didn’t want my strict father to find out. How humiliating and degrading would that be? Besides, I could really use the money that countless more babysitting jobs would bring.
Mr. Kelly noticed the worried look in my eyes as I continued to think things over. I knew he had me. I couldn’t think of a way to get out of this situation.
A couple of months ago, I had sex with Jeff, another father that I babysat for. That worked out fine, so I thought, how bad could this be? Besides, it would be just this one time.
“April,” he said gently, placing his hand on my leg. I tried not to flinch.
“You don’t need to be scared, hon. Like I said, I want to show you a good time. I’m going to show you how a real man pleasures a woman.” I felt him move his large, warm hand up my bare thigh.
I couldn’t believe the situation I had gotten myself into, let alone how Mr. Kelly was speaking to me.
I said nothing, but my body visibly relaxed as I loosened the death grip I had on the pillow. Mr. Kelly noticed and took that as a sign to proceed. He grabbed the corner of the pillow I was clutching and pulled it away. He threw it across the room onto a chair and turned to stare at my nakedness.
I was kneeling at the end of the couch with my arms crossed, trying to cover up as much as possible. My hardened nipples were peeking out around my arms. The entire situation had aroused them, and the sudden cool air only made them rock hard.
Mr. Kelly said softly, “That little dick doesn’t deserve you.”
He reached his hand out and unclenched my crossed arms. My arms slowly dropped in a sign of submission. He then reached for my right breast and softly massaged it, his thumb brushing over my nipple. I inhaled sharply as I saw the intense look on his face. It felt surreal. I couldn’t believe this was happening. On the other hand, his touch already felt a hundred times better than the way that Aaron had mauled my boobs.
Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?” Mr. Kelly asked me. I gave him a small nod.
“Sit back,” he said. “Relax.”
Resigning myself to the situation, I repositioned myself into a sitting position and leaned back against the couch. Mr. Kelly began to gently caress my breasts. I closed my eyes as he continued to feel me up.
“God, your tits are amazing,” he remarked.
I couldn’t help feeling a sense of pride at the compliment, especially coming from a mature man. I knew I was blessed with nice breasts—nice round, perky B-cups.
My eyes were closed, so I didn’t realize Mr. Kelly was about to kiss me until I felt his lips brush against mine. He startled me, and I pulled back just enough to break contact and look at him. He paused for a split second, then moved in for another kiss. I had accepted my fate and found myself surprisingly relaxed. I moved my lips against his, returning the kiss.
Mr. Kelly pushed his tongue into my mouth as he continued rubbing my breasts, applying just enough pleasure to really turn me on. I felt myself getting wet—a rare occurrence with Aaron. Mr. Kelly suddenly pinched my nipple, and I moaned into our kiss.
“You’re a much better kisser than him,” I murmured softly.
“We’re just getting started, hon,” he replied with a smile. “Lie down.”
I did as he asked, although I was a bit reluctant about what was coming next.
Once I was settled, Mr. K knelt by the couch and started running his hands up and down my body. He felt the curves of my thighs and hips, his fingers brushing dangerously close to my pussy. I anxiously squirmed under his touch. He bent over and took a breast into his mouth.
“Ohhhh,” I said softly, closing my eyes again. His mouth sucked on my tit while his tongue teased my nipple. I found myself putting my hand in his hair and pulling him more tightly against my breast. I was so distracted by what he was doing to my tits that I didn’t realize his hand had traveled south and was pushing in between my legs.
I gasped as I felt two long fingers sliding into my pussy. Mr. K let my breast fall out of his mouth and moved close to my ear.
“Do you feel how wet you are? That’s how wet you should always be.”
He pumped his fingers at a slow and steady pace, gently stretching me open. I was amazed at how easy this all felt. Whenever Aaron fingered me, it was an awkward and slightly painful experience.
“If a man doesn’t bother to get you wet, he’s not worth your time,” Mr. Kelly said, adding a third finger.
“Ahhhhh.” I involuntarily bucked my hips upward, forcing his long fingers even deeper inside me.
“You like how I finger you, April?” I took a deep breath and nodded.
“Yes, Mr. K.”
He smiled. “You want me to make you cum?” My heart was racing now. Aaron had never made me cum. At that age, I’d rarely had an orgasm that wasn’t self-made.
“Yes, Mr. K,” I repeated.
He shoved his fingers as deep as he could into my pussy and used his free hand to start rubbing my clitoral area. I tilted my head back against the throw pillow, arching my back to increase the pressure. It took only about thirty seconds of rubbing my clitoral area before my pussy walls were pulsing around Mr. K’s fingers.
His fingers easily slid in and out of me. My love juices were flowing like never before. I could hear the slurpy sounds his fingers were making as Mr. K began to frantically finger-fuck me and stimulate my clitoral area at the same time.
“Oh, my gawd,” I moaned as I felt an orgasm quickly building within me. Mr. K had me moaning and squirming on the couch as he continued to relentlessly stimulate me. I felt his fingers curl up as he found my G-spot.
“OOOHHHHH!” I cried out as the orgasm washed over me. I began to quiver and shake uncontrollably. I reached down and grabbed his hand, first trying to get him to stop, then pushing it deeper inside of my hungry, wet pussy.
“Oh fuck….” I collapsed back onto the couch, my face flushed and breathless.
“Oh wow, April, you look so beautiful when you cum,” Mr. K said as he slid his fingers out of me and held them up to my lips.
I instinctually sucked on his digits. I could taste my juices, but there was also a slight flavor of Aarons’s sperm. He watched as I wrapped my tongue and lips around and in-between every finger.
Mr. Kelly then leaned over and kissed me.
“Are you ready to get fucked now?” He said it in a casual voice.
I reluctantly nodded. After all, this was Mr. K, the man down the street. He was friends with my parents. I found it difficult to accept his frankness. Did he just ask me if I was ready to get fucked? I had a sinking feeling that this was going to go terribly wrong.
Mr. K stood up and started taking off his clothes. I watched him, fascinated by his toned chest and abs. He had so much chest hair—I wasn’t used to seeing that, but I realized right away that I loved it. Mr. K was right. Aaron was just some dumb boy, but he was a man.
I tried not to let my eyes bulge out of my head as his pants and briefs came off. He already had an erection, and his dick was so fucking large. It was way bigger and thicker than Aaron’s. I suddenly got nervous again. I flinched a little as he walked back towards me with a dick in hand. He gave it a couple of strokes, as if it wasn’t large enough already.
“I don’t think it’ll fit,” I said worriedly. He gave me a reassuring smile.
“Trust me, hon. It will.”
Mr. K got on the couch on top of me. He was heavy—much heavier than Aaron—but his weight felt good. I loved the feeling of being trapped by this naked, sexy man.
He brought his hand to my face and gently stroked my cheek.
“I feel terrible admitting this, but I’ve wanted to do this to you for a while.” He paused.
“April, if you haven’t noticed, you have developed into a hot young woman with a fantastic body… and the way you dress… Well, it’s hard for a man not to notice, hon.”
I felt that fluttering in my belly again. My initial perception of how Mr. K had been looking at me was dead on.
“You have? Please be gentle.” I pleaded.
I was determined to get this over with as quickly as possible and hopefully forget that this night ever happened.
Mr. K smiled before nudging my legs apart and positioned himself over me. I couldn’t believe I was laying naked with my legs spread before him. I felt his cock poised at my entrance as he casually moved it up and down the length of my labia, lapping up my juices for lubrication. The head of his cock found my opening, and it easily popped inside of me. Mr. K slowly began pushing it in.
“Oh!” I exclaimed. I’d been expecting it to hurt, but it hadn’t so far. He took his time and slowly eased himself in. With every gentle push, he would pause, giving me a chance to adapt. Before I knew it, he was all the way inside of me.
“See?” He asked. He stilled, and I realized he was completely inside me. I was amazed at how easily I stretched to accommodate his length and girth.
“A perfect fit.” He whispered in my ear.
I wrapped my arms around him and shifted my hips, getting used to his large cock inside me.
“Now just lie back and enjoy the ride.”
And then he started thrusting—slow but powerful movements. His cock immediately hit places Aaron never got close to.
“Uhhhhh,” I moaned. I was amazed at how easily he was sliding in and out of me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted as he increased his speed. The sound of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy was getting embarrassingly loud. I wasn’t used to that.
“It doesn’t hurt at all,” I said, still in disbelief. He smiled again.
“Then that means I did my job.”
Mr. K took the opportunity to thrust harder. He was pounding into me now, and my breasts started bouncing around with each powerful thrust. As his dick continued its assault on my pussy, he leaned over me and sucked at my right nipple. I found myself thrusting my hips upward to meet his thrusts. I was stunned to feel another orgasm building inside me. I never thought he’d make me cum twice.
“Do you like my big cock inside you?” He growled into my ear, his thrusts getting a little rougher.
“Yes!” I groaned. Mr. K reached down to my clitoral area and rubbed it in fast, circular motions as he slammed into me.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered. I had no clue sex could feel this damn good. After an incredibly deep thrust, I cried out as I climaxed. I felt my legs quiver and go numb as I thrashed about, still pinned beneath his weight. I felt my pussy pulsing around Mr. K’s cock, and he moaned from the sensation.
“Oh, fuck….” I cried out, forgetting that the kids were asleep. This orgasm was much stronger and more intense than the first one.
“You’re a good girl, cumming for me like that,” he panted out. I lay there breathless as Mr. K slowly detangled himself from me and got up off the couch.
As the blood began to return to my brain, I realized that Mr. K had not cum yet.
“Come here,” he said, pulling me up. I got to my feet, my legs weak, and I let him guide me towards the side of the couch. He pushed me forward over the couch arm, so my ass stuck up in the air while my upper body rested on the couch cushions.
Suddenly he gave me a sharp slap on my ass, making me squeal and jump. “Ow!”
“That’s for being a naughty girl this evening. Do you promise to be my good little girl from now on?” He asked as another hard slap landed on my bare ass.
“Ow!” I again squealed. “Yes, I will,” I responded.
Then he plunged his cock back into me from behind.
“Ohhh,” I let out a gasp, as I wasn’t expecting him to plunge his huge cock into me like that.
“UHHHHNN,” he grunted, as he began fucking me much harder and rougher.
I tightly grasped a pillow with both hands and moaned into it to muffle my shrieks.
“You’re a dirty old man… fucking an eighteen-year-old like this.” I managed to say it in between thrusts.
“I sure am.” He huffed as he slapped my ass two more times. The harder he thrust his cock inside me, the harder he slapped my ass.
“That’s, that’s for staining the couch,” he grunted.
Yeah, I suppose I did deserve that.
Mr. K had large hands, and his grip on my hips tightened. He pulled me tightly against him with each thrust. I cried out as he repeatedly sank his cock deep inside me. I could feel his balls slapping against my ass as he pounded away.
“But you love it,” he said. “You love this dirty old man fucking you, don’t you?”
I choked out, “I do.”
Mr. K started to jackhammer me, and when he made a loud, guttural grunt, I knew he was about to finish.
“FUCK, April!” he yelled as he shot his load into my pussy. Mr. K held me tightly against him as he came, making sure every drop of cum went inside me. The warm sensation of his semen shooting deep inside of me felt wonderful. A feeling of tranquility washed over me.
When he was done, he dropped my hips and pulled out of me, leaving me sprawled over the couch, completely spent and exhausted.
I couldn’t believe that I just had sex with Mr. K. Hell, I just had sex with both Aaron and Mr. K that evening.
He was half-dressed by the time I was able to lift myself off the couch. My legs were weak, and Mr. K noticed I was wobbly on my feet. He grabbed his shirt and wrapped it around me before pulling me close to him and hugging me.
“That was amazing, April,” he whispered. “I hope you enjoyed yourself.”
“I did,” I mumbled against his chest, savoring his warmth. I looked up at him.
“I’m going to break up with Aaron.” My words put a smile on his face.
“Good, I’m gonna go check on the girls.” He almost made it out of the room before turning back.
“Angela has a girls’ night next Tuesday, so I’ll need you back here again. Maybe we can have a lesson on oral.”
“Oh, OK,” I responded. His request and my response caught me by surprise. I thought this was a one-time thing. Shit, what have I gotten myself into? That sinking feeling about things going terribly wrong was coming back.
And thus it began with Mr. K.
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