I wasn't really looking forward to my long weekend off from my job at the local chemist's, since my beau had been out of townsfolk on a business misstep for the past two week, and I didn't have anything planned for the upcoming three days. So when Mrs. Palmer called and asked if I would mind staying at her household and babysitting her son over the weekend, I grudgingly agreed. I smiled to myself a little, because the"child"needing"babysitting"was actually her 16 class old son, and I was sure she just wanted me to stay at the theater so he wouldn't end up throwing a party and trashing the place. I had babysat Kurt all throughout his childhood, so this was nothing new. But now that I was in my twenties, I felt a short disappointed that I was about to give up my unloose weekend to keep an eye on a teenager.

"Sure, Mrs. P, when do you demand me to come over ?"I asked with a sigh.

"Oh, thank you so much, Molly….any prison term on Fri before 4 pm would be fine. Frank and I are flying to Wisconsin for his 25th in high spirits school reunification. We should be home by late Sunday evening. We'll look better knowing that you're here with Kurt while we're away."

"No problem, Mrs P. I'll see you then."

I arrived on Friday afternoon, and waved to the Arnold Palmer as they headed for the aerodrome. Kurt and I were fellow with each other, so after we chatted briefly, cooked and ate a stock-still pizza for dinner party, and changed into our comfy waiting room dress for the dark, we perched on opposite ends of the sofa and settled in to watch a movie together.

Kurt's comfy even dress were basically a dyad of baggy athletic shorts and a white jersey. My comfortable TV-watching dress were a pair of slim, sloppy, brusk shortstop, along with a thin out cotton army tank top…no bra. This was definitely well-heeled for lounging, but since I had large, 34E boob, my shirt did nothing to mask the bare boob beneath it. If you looked closely you could see my ring of color through the thin cloth, and the bumps from my nipples were obvious…..and Kurt definitely noticed. I smiled to myself knowing that I was catching the eye of this teenager, and likely teasing him with my thin top, wobbling dummy, mammilla protrusion, and baggy abruptly shorts.

After a while of watching TV, I was sitting cross-legged on the lounge, with the TV remote sitting on my leg, as I occasionally texted with a ally. Kurt didn't really like the moving picture we were watching and was getting restless, so he leaned over and reached for the remote on my leg. I snatched it away and said,"What are you doing ? I'm watching this."

He said,"No, you're not….you're texting."And he continued to contend for the remote.

I held the remote away from him in my right hand, and said,"It doesn't matter, I don't want to change the channel."

He laughed, and started wrestling me for the remote control, climbing on top of me and grabbing at it, as I turned and wriggle and maneuvered so that he couldn't get it. We were both laughing at his futility….but then I realized, he wasn't really working very hard to get the remote control. Instead, he was grabbing and squeezing my bosom and teat, and even sticking his hired hand between my legs, as he pretended to be wrestling me for control of the remote control. Once I realized this, I glanced at his genitals and immediately noticed the outline of his cock running down one leg of his shorts. It was clearly getting hard, and was pressing against the loose fabric of his boxershorts. The more we wrestled, the more his shorts rode up on his thighs, and I found that I could see the principal of his prick, and about 2 inches of his shaft, hanging below the hem of his trunks. I was variety of impressed. For a kid in high gear schoolhouse, he had a pretty impressive bastard. It wasn't fully erect yet, but I could see it hanging down one leg of his shortstop, and it appeared to be around 8 inch long, and fairly thick.

Since my boyfriend was away on concern, it had been a while since I'd enjoyed a good fuck, and I found that I was enjoying the backrest and forth with Kurt as we wrestled around on the sofa, with him now openly massaging my tits and pinching my nipples.

"What are you doing ?"I shrieked, laughing as we rolled around on the couch.

"What does it feel like I'm doing ?"he said.

"It feels like you're grabbing my dumbbell and trying to feel my pussy,"I said, as I playfully pretended to tug his hand away.

"well, then, I'm doing something right,"he laughed.

I was enjoying Kurt's attention to my mammilla more than I expected to, and I slowed down my"electrical resistance"to let him get better smattering of breasts, and even to grant him to push my panties to the side so that he was rubbing his fingers along my pussy lips, eventually pushing two digit inside me.

"Kurt….we probably shouldn't be doing this,"I suggested, with a wry grinning. But even as I said this, I put the remote on the sofa table, and reached out with my bequeath paw to grab his growing putz, gently running my hand along its distance and up over the head.

"I think we're already doing it,"Kurt said, as he pulled my tank top up over my swaying tit, and began sucking and nibbling on my stiffening nipples. At the Same metre, he began using his two fingers that were inside my pussy to gently rub my clitoris in a rhythmic cadence that was sending little shockwaves through my body.

I closed my eyes, laid my foreland against the rachis of the sofa, and began stroking his shaft a little faster."Holy shit, Kurt, where did you learn how to do that ?"

He laughed and said,"I've had a few dates since the last meter you babysat me."

As he said this, I felt an amazing, warm coming wash over me like a tidal undulation, and I leaned my head back and moaned as it overwhelmed my sentience, causing my teat and clit to stiffen and tingle. I pumped his dick even harder and almost immediately I heard him oink, then felt a flack of hot cum dab across my jiggling mammilla. I looked down at his rigid rotating shaft in my hand and watched it continue to spew its milky white jizzm all over me until I had pulled out the last few bead from his nut sack. I slowed down my strokes as he finished cumming, then continued gently sliding my hand up and down his prick while he enjoyed his climax. I noticed with a grin that, in keeping with most teenagers, Kurt's stopcock remained fully rear, even after he finished cumming. I was still leaning up against my side of the couch, and Kurt was kind of all up on top of me, as I kept gently pumping his rod, while marveling at its sizing and the fact that it wasn't getting any softer.

Just then my mobile phone phone buzzed, and I reached for it with my gratuitous hand. It was my fellow, Larry, calling from Boston to say goodnight.

"Hey, Molly. How's it going ?"he said.

"Okay…how's it going in Boston ?"I said, still stroking Kurt's inflexible pole.

"Not bad. Sorry this is taking so long. I think it'll finally be done by the end of next week."

"No job,"I said."I'm stuck baby sitting this weekend, anyway, so no big deal."

As I said this, Kurt sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and started fingering my cunt again, which was absolutely dripping. I covered the earpiece with one hand and whispered,"Kurt…what the shtup ! ?"In reply, Kurt pulled one of my branch up and draped it over his shoulder, which completely exposed my drench pussy to his still rock-hard pecker. He leaned into me, slowly shoving his cock into my vagina until the entire tool was deep inside me and his clod were banging against my asshole.

I stifled a moan, then tried to continue talking with Larry, as Kurt slowly pumped his dick into and out of my aching snatch. I was doing OK until Kurt increased the rate and began slamming his putz into me intemperately and faster, while he massaged and slapped my tits as they bounced around and banged into each other from each poke. With Kurt's cocksucker sliding in and out of my pussy, his hands squeezing my boobs, and his nut chemise slapping my ass with each throw, I could feel another orgasm approaching. I had just decent time to put my cadre on mute as I let out a low moan when another intense, electrifying orgasm washed over me. I reveled in the fond sensation of my orgasm for only a second or two before unmuting my earphone to continue my conversation with Larry.

Meanwhile, Kurt kept pounding my pussy with his gorge prick until he finally erupted, blasting streams of cum trench inside my slit. Fortunately, I had just enough sentence to mute the telephone set again before Kurt let out a flashy oink when he exploded inside me. As Kurt slowed the pace of his cerebrovascular accident, I unmuted the headphone again to go forward chatting with Larry, as Kurt gradually finished emptying his incumbrance in my pussy.

Larry and I finally finished our call, and Kurt and I just lay on the couch, tangled and on top of each other, with Kurt's rooster still fully tumid and stuck deep inside my slit."sanctum shit….he's distillery hard,"I thought to myself, with a smile.

After we caught our breath, we both stripped and cleaned up, then flopped back onto the lounge - naked - with Kurt laying behind me - fondling my teat and with his semi-hard dick pressed against my ass - while we found a different movie to observe together. When it was over, we just slept like that on the couch until morning.

The following morning I woke up first, and I could palpate Kurt's morning wood pushing against my lowly back, so I reached behind me and gently stroked it with my mitt until he woke up. By then my vagina was wet and eager, so I slipped the fountainhead of his whoreson past my cunt lips from behind, then pushed my ass back against him as he shoved his hips forward, impaling me on his engorged cock. He didn't need any encouragement, he immediately began rocking his hips back and forth, slamming his stiff rod into and out of my puss, while reaching around to fondle my boobs. I reached between my legs and began rubbing my clitoris, which - along with Kurt's pounding rooster and tit massage - got me off almost immediately. Kurt's flood tide followed quickly after that, blasting a burden of hot cum deeply inside my cunt.

After catching our breath, we went upstairs and showered together, during which Kurt fucked me from behind again while my boobs bounced against the shower stall until we both erupted with our second orgasms of the day.

We ended up spending Saturday mostly naked - suck and fucking throughout the day - then sleeping on the couch again, just like Friday night, with Kurt's deal on my breast and his semi-hard cock pressed up against my ass.

On Sunday morning I gave Kurt a blowjob in the exhibitor, then was able to enjoy another nookie on the sofa after lunch - with me riding his cock cowgirl panache that fourth dimension while he played with my tits and squeeze my pap - before his parents arrived home around dinner time. They paid me my ‘ babysitter'fee and thanked me for looking after thing while they were away. I told them I didn't mind at all, and that Kurt and I had a very nice weekend together.

Larry was still on his business trip the following week, so Kurt and I managed to get together at my place a few times to screw around some more until Larry returned just before the future weekend.

Larry and I got married a yr later, and a twelvemonth after that Kurt went off to college. But ever since that babysitting weekend - all the way until Kurt left to go to college - we'd always managed to find a way to get Kurt's pecker into my purulent whenever Larry was out of town on one of his patronage tripper .