Fifty Sexcapades

Jenny the Babysitter (Part 1)

“Ruben, do you still wanna watch this or look for something else?” I looked down to see the 4-year-old fast asleep on my shoulder.

“Alright little man time for bed,” I whispered, shutting off the television and scooping him up into my arms. I tip toed to his room so not to wake him, and gently tucked him into his bed, closing the bedroom when I saw he never stirred.

I blew out my blonde bangs and perched my hands on my hips. I was supposed to be babysitting Ruben for another 2 hours but now I had nothing to do.

I wandered about the halls for a bit, staring at some photographs of the Johnson’s. They were a really hot couple that just moved into my neighborhood. This is only my second time in their home.

I bit my lip, admiring Mr. Johnson’s gorgeous face and body. His wife was equally good looking and incredibly voluptuous. I wonder what their bedroom looks like...No, Jenny don’t even think about it.

But of course, I didn’t listen to myself and went into their bedroom, willingly invading their privacy. I flicked on the lights and looked around in awe at the beautiful room. Everything was draped in black and red. The king-sized bed was stunning and huge, with sexy silk sheets and pillows.

I sat on the bed and smoothed my hand over the silks and satins, instantly feeling jealous thinking about Mr. Johnson f*****g his wife hard and fast on this very spot. I wanted to have his c**k to myself, but I know he’d never go for a plain high school student when he had that sexy, voluptuous wife of his.

I climbed onto the bed and lied down, slightly inhaling the scent of the pillows. I could tell which side each spouse slept on just by the smells.

Overcome with curiosity and boredom, I opened a few of Mrs. J’s drawers to look through her stuff. I came upon her lingerie drawer and gleefully rifled through it, examining each racy garment. I found an incredibly naughty pair of red lace panties with no crotch and a matching bra. It was soft and expensive looking, and I wondered if Mrs. Johnson had been f****d wearing this lingerie.

I stripped quickly, throwing my jeans and tee shirt into a pile on the floor. I untied my silky blonde bun and slipped on the panties, which hugged my hips just right. The bra was way too busty for my small breasts so I just wore nothing over them. I twirled in the mirror, and posed sexily, pretending I was a bikini model.

When I went back to Mrs. J’s drawer to throw the bra in, I discovered something interesting. I felt a bump, and to my surprise pulled out a long, thick dildo. My mouth hung open at the size of it, and I ran my hand over it, amused at how real it looked and felt.

Excited and horny, I climbed onto the Johnson’s bed and lied back, spreading my legs open. I switched the dildo on and watched the head wiggle around slightly. I was so turned on, lying in this huge bed where Mr. Johnson sleeps and jerks off and makes love. My p***y was so wet thinking about him.

Pretending the dildo was his c**k, I rubbed it on my entrance, moaning at the sensation. I eased it inside of me until the full tip was in my wet p***y. I slowly f****d myself, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. It felt so good.

I eased a few more inches inside, and pulled it out, put it in, and pulled it out again. I had a nice steady rhythm going on and moaned oh yeah, punish my naughty p***y, Mr. Johnson.

The fullness of the dildo inside of me was intoxicating. My hands were slick with my juice as I continued to messily penetrate myself with the toy. I took it out and slapped it on my p***y, making droplets of moisture fly everywhere. I moaned even harder, and stuffed it inside of me again, deeper than before.

I spread my legs wider and drilled myself raw with the dildo, envisioning a sweaty Mr. Johnson above me muttering filthy things to me.

Mmm yes Mr. Johnson, I’m your dirty little slut! Please don’t stop pounding me I deserve your big, hard c**k.

Pretty soon, I was slamming my g-spot repeatedly. I was soaring to my happy place at a rapid speed. Oh, oh, ohhhhh! I wailed, slamming the rubber tip on my sweet spot one last time before I experienced an explosive orgasm. I shook uncontrollably and rubbed my soaking wet p***y, as wave after wave of pleasure rendered me useless.

I lay there a panting, spasming mess when I heard the doorknob to the bedroom click. I shot up, my legs still wide and watched in horror as Mr. and Mrs. Johnson walked in...