You play with your babysitter, but keep it safe.

You absolutely have to play with the pretty, pulsing prick that's been rubbing up against yours as you made out with your bewitching bimboi babysitter. You sink to your knees, and not seeing any point in being shy, you nuzzle her nuts with your flushed face and plant soft, sucking kisses on her smooth sack. You coo between kisses, "Mmm your SLURP balls taste so SHLLP...and your SMACK cock is so..." you kiss your way up her sizable shaft, licking and kissing and loving the taste sizzling on your tongue and the sweet musky smell filling your nostrils and feeling the hot, hard muscle underneath her silky soft skin. By the time you reach her rosy red cockhead, you can tell she's ready to blow.

You feel so powerful down here. She is practically on the verge of tears, and you are the only one who can help her. Sure, she could bend you up like a pretzel and fuck any hole she wants, and you have to admit that thought does make teasing her that much more thrilling, but you suspect your smaller size and submissive nature are actually working in your favor. You are just too damn cute for her to really let loose on you. You blow a kiss on her cockhead and watch her writhe as she struggles to suppress the building fountain of bliss bubbling up inside her. Becca groans, "Damn! I should have known a cute boi like you would be a coquette tease!"

Feeling a rush of guilty, giddy glee, you scurry over to her purse and dig out a huge sleeve of condoms. You notice a treasure trove of paddles and handcuffs and other odd assorted **** devices in her purse and wonder if she would have used them on you if you were a bad boi. Then, you wonder if she will use them on you if you are a good gurl, but for the moment there is only one toy you want to play with. You scramble back over, your horniness overriding your temptation to tease Becca further, and begin fumbling with the condom until you finally slide it all the way down her throbbing, thick prick. You press your plump lips to her pretty cockhead and ask, "Can I please suck the cum out of your cock?"

Becca answers with a low moan, as you are already making out with her meaty member. Your tongue rolls around it as eagerly as it did in her mouth, eagerly trying to taste her but stymied by the latex barrier. You suck deep and hard and almost imagine you can taste her sweet, salty flavor beneath it, but for now you're willing to forgo the taste to enjoy the safety of sucking her off and watching her pierced brow furrow and as she bites her beestung lips as she loses herself to the lust and longing for release. Finally, it's too much for her, her cheeks flush fetchingly and she looks positively radiant as she fills her rubber reservoir almost to the breaking point. Becca cries out, "FufuffuuuufffFFFFUUUUUUUUCK!" and her body ripples ravishingly as her hips buck slightly before she pulls out and collapses back on the couch.

You slide beside her, your leg tingling as it touches hers, blushing as you feel her head lay on your shoulder. You find it a little odd to be so flustered by such slight contact after you finished sucking her cock, but you don't question it. If anything, the intimacy means more now after she's gotten her relief than when she was still hungry. Your own cock is still drooling and dying for release, and you feel a conflict between your contented cuddling and your pent up passion that you find oddly endearing. You aren't in any hurry. You have all night, and something tells you it won't be hard to talk Becca into letting you stay up late.

"Whew. I normally can't cum from just oral with a condom, but you just looked so cute and trying so hard that I wanted to give you a gold star sticker." Becca lifts her head and plants a chaste kiss on your head that somehow still sizzles on your skin. She puts her arm around you and holds you close, and your head finds its way on the nook of her neck, like it was made for her. You wouldn't have expected the tough as nails, pierced punk to have such a soft side, but you certainly aren't complaining. You could happily stay cozied up for hours, and with the load she just unleashed, you suspect you might just have to.

"So, no rush or anything if you need a breather, cutie, but I'm ready for more fun if you are." You look at Becca astonished, then glance down at her cock and see it standing at attention, ready to report for duty. Any doubts you had about the veracity of reports of bimboi virility are eradicated as you watch Becca tie up her used condom like a cream filled water balloon and quickly place another on her precum leaking prick. You could have snuggled for hours, but now that meat is back on the menu, you waste no time in straddling her lap and rubbing her lube slicked rubber cock between your chubby cheeks.

You feel a sudden shyness considering you are currently hotdogging your babysitter while wearing her lewd lingerie, but you still struggle to stammer out, "Uhm...do you think you could...you know while we're uhm...you know...could you call me Amy?" The look on Becca's face makes you melt. You expect at least a spark of sarcasm or a crumb of condescension over how hard it is for you to ask for her to call you by a different name while she rails your ass, but what you see instead is wide open warmth, understanding, and above all...recognition.

Becca RIIIIPS your stockings and pulls your panties to the side and rubs her rubber clad cockhead against your virgin hole and says almost solemnly, "I'm going to fuck your brains out now, Amy." It sounds like Shakespeare tripping off her lips, and as soon as you hear it you swoon and smash your mouth against hers, back to kissing like the world is ending. In a way, you suppose it is. Her prick is pushing past your virgin pucker, stretching you painfully and forever eradicating the old closeted celibate child that was too scared to admit what they were really were afraid of, which was that this is the moment you have been dreaming of more than dreading.

It hurts a lot more than you imagined, even with your explorations with your fingers and toothbrushes, cucumbers and other odd assortment of faux phalluses that would always end up discarded in a purge only to return when you caved into the next craving, but it also feels even better than you ever dared dream. Even with the condom, you can feel the heat of her massive muscle flexing inside you as you sloooowly but surely sink around her shaft. You moan and mewl inside Becca's mouth, and she kisses away the worst of the stinging, searing stretching until you feel your soft cheeks resting on her lovely lap. You realize that this means you have her entire cock inside you, and while it should be obvious, the revelation hits you like an epiphany and you are rocked by the most sublime splendor shooting through your veins and out of your silk sheathed shaft.

"That's my good NNGH girl! Gonna NNF fuck those spurts right OOOH out of you, Amy!" Becca boasts as she starts gently guiding you up and off her pulsing prick before pounding you back down. You toss your head back to let out a baby bird like wail as your body quivers uncontrollably with another massive orgasm. You can't believe this is really happening, that you are getting fucked like a girl and cumming like one too, multiple orgasms and all but with Becca, the impossible seems down right ordinary. You feel her pulse quicken as her veins bulge against the taut, tender tissue of your ass, and you know she is close to unleashing another load which leads you to an even more impossible thought...what if you let her cum inside you?

It sounds insane, probably because it is, but if the evening has elucidated anything, it's that sickness can sometimes be the healthiest alternative. You have enjoyed a taste of your filthiest fantasies and found them sweeter than you ever dared dream. The deepest darkest well is still beckoning for you to dive in head first, but unlike the panties you can peel off or the prick you can pretend you aren't addicted to, being infected is a one way street. Are you ready to take that first step?