It Happens (Cock Vore Route) Untitled Babysitting Story (Yes That is the Real Name, Deal With it) chapter 6 by 2kfsk

By instinct, Franky dropped back on all fours and hugged the springy flesh of the cockhead. “Alright, Franks… He’s… he just needs to scratch down here or something, and then he’ll help me! Yeah, that makes sense.”

But even Franky couldn’t believe that as the hand hooked itself around the base and resumed its pumping.

“Whoa, whoa!” Stranded at the peak of the dick, Franky was wagged back and forth in a circle as the hands traveled up and down the shaft at regular intervals. It was all she could do to avoid getting flung off, where surely she’d end up back entangled in his pubes, trapped in the backside of his underwear, or some other horrid fate. “Can you lighten up a little, Jace?”

And fantastically… Jason obliged. The cock’s strokes ceased, and the dizzying stars around Franky’s head cleared. Franky took this as an opportunity to rise to her knees and catch her breath. “Huh… he… actually listened? Thank God…”

But the thanks would be short-lived. Jason’s hand was near the crest, and it had only stopped because the discomfort of masturbating without lube had become too much to bear. Luckily for him, Franky happened to be laying on a fantastic source of the stuff.

Jason unfurled his thumb from the grip on his dick. It hovered a bit above the cock-head, and an oblivious Franky.

“Okay,” Franky said to herself. “Now that that’s over, we need to do now is—whoa!!”

Franky only had time to chirp before she was squeezed against the cock-tip by Jason’s prowling hand. She heaved as her already prone body was flattened down, his thumb a barbell buried into her back. If again Franky didn’t know any better, it was almost as though he was totally ignorant to her presence. His thumb drew circles around the moist tip, coating itself in copious amounts of precum and dragging Franky along in its gyrations. The lubricant buried her body in gunk, but it also made the surface moist and soft in a way that limited further injury.

“Jason!? What are you—” An additional glorp of precum spurted from the urethra, aimed perfectly to entirely engulf Franky’s head in the spunk. She coughed and sputtered as Jason’s thumb massaged her into the slit with the kind of precision only possible by one who was awake and aware.

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“Yeah… that’s the good stuff…” A thin strand of drool left the corner of Jason’s mouth, and he redoubled his strokes, hand buried underneath the unbuttoned pants and underwear around his thighs. It was gauche to jack off on the couch of your babysitting client, but something had possessed the young man. It was impossible to explain, but his cock felt ultra-sensitive—those tingly feelings were half the reason he even woke up in the first place—and he had to bust here and now or else he’d lose his mind. It was a flimsy justification, but Jason consoled himself with the promise he’d do an extra-thorough job cleaning up afterwards. As for Franky, Jason just assumed she was elsewhere. Maybe she’d gone on another trek through the hallway after the movie finished. Too far and away for her to make out her adult caretaker pleasuring himself as anything but a jumble of blurs. To Jason, he was completely and utterly alone.

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“Jas—fpwah!—son—help—pft!—PLEA—”

Each time Franky thought she’d slung away enough dick juices to open her lips and speak, Jason’s dexterous thumb arrived to renew her dose, slamming her into the drink like a dunk take. She was getting worse at keeping her mouth pursed, and Franky had inadvertently snorted more than a pint. The liquid was milky, yet transparent, and though Franky shied away from tasting it earlier she couldn’t deny a kind of earthy appeal to the droplets that ended up on her tongue anyway. But she was in no position to enjoy it when she was repeatedly being battered by a thumb that was bigger than she was. The man was using his cock like a video game analog stick, and Franky was in the unenviable position of “human thumbcap”. Her frontal side had been coated with precum that bubbled like soap at the repeated rubbing and aeration; her posterior side was slick and smooth as the precum flowed off her back and legs and thighs. Her frictive profile was non-existent; the feeling of her oiled-up body slicking across his urethra must’ve felt amazing.

But there was no way he could remain oblivious forever. Sooner or later, Jason had to realize that he was doing… whatever this was… with Franky in tow. This was, in truth, Franky’s final ray of hope as her chubby flailing form was brutalized on the tip of his dick. C’mon, idiot! Figure it out! Figure it out!!

But then…