Alyssa (Babysitter’s Club 1)

I know it would kill Tanya if I did take Alyssa to my bed. She’s always been jealous of the girl. I remember once long ago, she’d accused me of ogling her, something that was patently untrue at the time.

I guess she was just projecting her own morals on me. Since she was already fucking everything with a heartbeat by then, she suspected me of doing the same.

It’s fucked up, but the thought of how fucking hurt my ex would be if I moved the young girl in with me and put her in my bed gave me a thrill. She’d shit bricks for sure. It would serve her ass right.

I’ve become mean enough to do it too.

But I can’t see using Alyssa that way, just to get back at a woman that I honestly no longer have any feelings for.

No, if I take her to my bed, better yet when I take her to my bed. It will be to put out this fire she’s started in me.

I sprang another boner when I thought of planting my seed in her. It’s true I’d wanted to have another little one to add to the other two.

Just thinking about it had me sitting at my desk with my dick in my hand. I didn’t plan to stroke it to completion. Instead I was getting it ready for her if she made the mistake of showing up here early again. Fuck waiting and second guessing.

Gage

My heart tripped when the doorbell rang a little before noon. I made a beeline for the door but came up short when I saw her standing there with tears in her eyes.

“Alyssa what is it? What happened?” I looked around for the danger but as usual the street outside my home was quiet.

She was crying too hard to speak so I pulled her gently through the door and closed it behind us. Without thinking, I picked her up and took her into the den. I sat on the couch with her on my lap. “Tell me what hurt you sweetie.”

I dried her tears as they fell only for more to take their place. That only seemed to make her cry even harder. After about five minutes of me talking to her soothingly, running my hand up and down her back, she got herself under control and the tears turned into sniffles.

I turned her face that she’d buried in my neck up to mine with a finger under her chin “What is it baby? Tell me who hurt you.” She looked at me with the most soulful eyes and all I wanted to do was pull her in close and comfort her.

I ran my thumb along her cheek, my eyes following its path to the corner of her mouth. I teased her there until her breathing escalated. We studied each other without saying a word, but there was a hell of a lot being said with that look.

I pulled her into my chest and her body twisted slightly, making her soft firm melon sized tits press into me. My dick, which she was currently sitting on, started to get hard.

Now is not the time Gage. Obviously there’s something wrong here. But no matter how I tried to talk myself down, my cock refused to obey. She felt so soft though, and it had been so long.

I stopped breathing when she shifted, hoping against hope that she wouldn’t feel my ten inch dick pressing insistently into her ass. I should get up, get her off my lap.

For one, now wasn’t the time, and for another, I didn’t want her feeling the size of my cockmeat and making a run for the door.

Not only is my boy long, he’s thick. Five inches on the shaft and about seven at the base, and I’m sure that sweet pink gash between her thighs is going to be tight as fuck.

My thoughts weren’t helping. I found myself pressing her down harder on my length and had to pull back. But with her soft tit flesh pressing into me I had no control over my dick.

That, along with the sweet smell of her skin and hair were double teaming me and it wasn’t long before my cock was at its fullest in years. Not since, well, a long time ago.

She rocked back and forth on my cock like she was trying to get comfortable, before resting back in my arms. I tried to concentrate on anything but the feel of her softness against my hard chest.

I gritted my teeth and told myself over and over again not to put hands on her. Not to take her down to the carpet and fuck my cock into her the way I was now imagining.

Dammit Gage she’s been hurt! I counted to ten, thought of the burn from a hard workout, anything to get my mind off her heat that I could feel on my thigh. It was then I realized what she was wearing, why it was that I could feel the heat of her flesh against mine.