Edging My Babysitter Phonesex

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My parents were a little weird when I was growing. I said before in another post, it’s like they knew I was born to be a cock-hungry whore, my leash was kept so short after puberty I could have hung myself on it. The one exception, however, was the neighborhood kids. See, a random person from school wants to see a movie? Fuck no! Janette’s boys want to go to the park with little ol me? With no one else? Hmm, it seems fine!

In this case, my mother’s friend named Karen had a 19-year-old son visiting for college. Little me, and I won’t say how little, needed a babysitter while my parents when out on a ‘them’ night. My parents would never dream of leaving me alone with anyone they didn’t know…but they knew this boy. Maybe they thought since we’d grown up semi-close together we would never dream of fooling around, or maybe they even thought I wouldn’t ever embarrass them by doing something with someone they knew (lol).

Either way, he ended up babysitting me for a few hours one night and of course, one thing led to another. 

When he unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid cock out, I stared in wonder.

His name was Chris, and I had a bit of a crush on him. He was older, handsome, and charismatic. We were sitting on the couch in my family living room, all other lights in the house off and some movie I don’t remember on the screen. We sat close enough that our legs touched slightly, which of course had my bashful little heart pounding. I was so innocent at the time! But before long we had shifted even closer, shoulders pressed together. A sex scene came on then, and though I could tell you nothing about that movie, by gosh I could tell you everything about the beginning of that sex scene. He turned to look at me, and I felt mortified hearing their gasps and pants on the TV.

I remember the glint in his eyes when he asked me if I knew what they were doing and if I had ever done it before. I told him I hadn’t ever done it before, but he asked me if I wanted to and I’d never nodded so fast in my little life. He didn’t waste my time, getting off the couch to go lock all the doors and close the blinds. When he unzipped his pants and pulled his flaccid cock out, I stared in wonder. Gripping it in my little hand, I stroked him delicately, almost scared to hurt him. I think he seemed to like that, putting his own hand over mine and gliding it smoothly up and down his cock.

I stopped like I’d been frozen solid.

It twitched in my hand when I would give the tip attention and roll his balls in my fingers. He asked me to spit on it, and nervously I ducked my head to spit just a tiny bit. His cock jerked up with bump of his hips so it thrust against my soft lips and off onto my cheek. He told me to spit better, more, and instead, I opened up and placed my mouth on it. I sucked the tip, pulling my mouth off and back on while he groaned. He took the hand on his balls and curled the fingers around the base of his shaft.

“When I tell you, stop and squeeze.” I nodded my head, and he threaded a hand through the hair on the back of my head. I bobbed, and every time I did he would push me a little deeper until I was almost scared he wouldn’t let me back up. He hissed out a ‘squeeze!’ and I stopped like I’d been frozen solid. I waited, his erect cock twitching wildly in my hand. I felt something in the base, like liquid when you pinched the hose but tiny. No semen came out of him, though, and eventually, his breathing returned to normal. “Again!” He ordered eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Who was I to deny him?

Edging My Babysitter Phonesex

In honesty, I was loving every bit of it. I loved the heat of him in my hand, the warmth of his cock. The taste and smell of his balls and precum made my lower bits tingle mysteriously in new ways. I even loved when he finally did what I feared and choked me on his cock, my gag reflex causing me to tighten on him. He told me to squeeze again. Once more, nothing came out and I was almost concerned I wasn’t doing something right.

We didn’t so much find a better rhythm as I got used to not gagging on him when he shoved himself deeper into me. His cock beat cruelly into the back of my small throat, and when his hips started to jerk and twist I was sure he was going to tell me to stop. I was wrong–he pinched my nose, cutting off my air supply. I was shocked and paused instead of taking my mouth off, and that’s when he thrust deeper into my esophagus and sticky, salty liquid flooded the front and back of my throat. Gagging, coughing and sputtering cum, I tried to catch my breath.

He covered my mouth and told me to swallow, but freed my nose. I did as told, eyes squeezed shut and tears at the corners from gagging. He told me later that what we did was called edging, and that he couldn’t wait to babysit again. Me either!

 

Edging My Babysitter Phonesex

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