Yiffy adventures in babysitting 2 (c) Killjoy 2005 ***** Warning: This story contains material of a possibly offensive nature. Do not read any further if you are bothered by adult material. ***** "We'd best go take a shower, your folks will be home in a hour." Samantha whispered, still recovering from a second time playing house with Justin that night. The little colt just sighed and hugged the vixen "I really enjoyed playing Sam." Samantha hugged Justin back and give him a kiss "Me too, but we really need to get cleaned up. And remember, don't tell any one ok?" "Ok Sam." Samantha sat up weakly and slowly lifted herself, whimpering as she felt the colt's thick penis sliding limply from pussy, falling free against his belly with a gush of cum following it down. "Oh my!" Samantha gasped as she looked at the mess which ran down her thighs, a string of seed stretching from her crotch to Justin's cock. "What's all that?" Justin asked, a bit startled. "That's just your cum, you dumped a lot of it inside of me." the vixen replied as she slumped off of the colt and stood on wobbly legs beside his bed "We have to hurry now." Justin nodded and got up beside Samantha, seemingly less worn out then she was. The two of them headed to the bathroom and got into the shower together to save time, Samantha standing behind the slightly smaller Clydesdale for the time being. Samantha lathered up her hands while Justin tried desperately to wash the cum from his belly fur. She then wrapped her arms about him to help wash him off, though she soon found her hands stroking his cock despite her intentions. Justin stopped washing and moaned out, his youthful shaft stiffening in the vixen's hands. "I'm sorry Justin..." Samantha whimpered "I'd love nothing better then to play again but we need to finish cleaning up." Justin sighed and hurriedly washed himself off before turning to get out of the shower, his erect cock swaying as he moved. "Dry off and go take the sheets off your bed." Samantha called out as she stepped directly into the shower's stream, stroking her hands down her inner thighs to wash off her matted fur. Justin dried off and headed back to his room to do as he was told, pausing to marvel at the mess they'd made there. Once Justin had stepped out, Samantha's hands dove for her crotch, rubbing her outer labia to collect some fresh seed. She lapped and sucked at her fingers, moaning quietly at the taste. "God was that intense..." she sighed happily and returned to cleaning up. "Sam? What do you want me to do with my sheets?" "Throw them in the washing machine. And find some of your other clothing that's dirty to throw in with them too." Samantha called out, stepping out of the shower to dry herself hastily, though she found it a bit harder then she'd expected. For as she ran the towel across her belly, she could feel more of the colt's cum escaping her snatch. "Damn." she groaned and looked bout the bathroom for Mrs. Stotch's feminine products, luckily finding a tampon she could use to stop the flow. "Ok Sam, I got the wash going. Now what?" Justin asked as he peeked into the bathroom. "Grab some clean sheets out of the closet and I'll be right in to help you make your bed." The colt dashed off to fetch some sheets and Samantha followed, still walking rather weakly. When they'd finished making his bed, Justin climbed in while Samantha got dressed. "15 minutes to spare." Samantha checked the clock and then pulled the sheets up over Justin. "You need to get to sleep now. Don't want your folks catching you still awake or they might not let me baby sit any more." "Ok Sam." Justin smiled and hugged Samantha. Samantha turned off the lights on her way out and headed back to the bathroom to brush her hair real quick, then moved out to the living room where she sat down on the couch. "I hope I get to baby sit longer next time." she thought to herself and rubbed her crotch through her jeans, meeping when she found them damp. She jumped up when she heard the Stotchs pulling into the driveway and ran to the dinning room to gather up her schoolbooks. "Samantha, we're home." Mr. Stotch called out only to be swatted by his wife. "You'll wake Justin stupid." she scolded her husband. "Hey there, did you two have fun?" Samantha said in a hushed voice, trying her best to look innocent. "Sure we did... Nothing like several hours of playing Out Burst with the wife's friends..." Mr. Stotch sighed and shook his head. "Richard did it honestly kill you to spend one night away from that precious TV?" "No dear..." the big Clydesdale replied and looked to Samantha "Well, we'd best get you home then." "Sure thing Mister Stotch." the vixen said, making her way past them to the door. She could see Mr. Stotch was using this as a way to get away from his wife and she needed to sit down soon, as her legs were still a bit weak. "I'm going to stop by the store on the way back and pick up some stuff for breakfast tomorrow." Mr. Stotch said as he closed the door, not waiting for his wife to respond. He and Samantha got into his car and pulled out quickly, heading down the road as if Mrs. Stotch was going to chase after them. "You ok?" Samantha broke the silence, noticing how down Mr. Stotch looked. "Oh, I'll be ok I guess." he said, faking a smile for her. Samantha flashed him a bright smile and looked back to the windshield to watch the road. In the confines of a car, a scent is a bit easier to detect and it didn't take Mr. Stotch long before he was sniffing the air, having picked up on some thing. Samantha's ears perked when she heard the horse sniffing and crossed her legs. "So... Umm... Can I turn on the radio?" Mr. Stotch glanced over at the vixen whose inner ears were now bright red with embarrassment "In a little bit... First I'd like to know how your night went?" "Well..." Samantha began, trying to figure out what to say "Right after you left, I made Justin some dinner and then I worked on my home work while he took a shower...." She thought for a moment, remembering she'd forgotten to put the clothes in the dryer. "And then I took the sheets off Justin's bed and did up some laundry while he watched a hour of TV." "Watched a hour of TV you say?" Samantha nodded and bit her lip "I did let him stay up a little past eight... But I got him right to bed before nine, honest." Mr. Stotch flipped on his turn signal and pulled into an old dirt road, just enough so that they were off the road. "Mister Stitch? What are we doing here?" the vixen asked, getting a bit scared. "I need to talk to you for a moment." he replied and inhaled deeply again "That's a interesting scent you have. What's it called?" "Oh god! He knows!" Samantha panicked and turned to look up into the Clydesdale's eyes, unable to even respond to his question. "My little Justin is sure growing up fast isn't he?" Mr. Stotch continued "He's going to grow up big like his old man, don't you think?" "Yep." Samantha managed to whimper and looked back towards the road. "Samantha... Don't worry. I'm not mad at you." This almost scared Samantha more, she was sure he knew now. "I bet it was when he came out naked after his shower wasn't it?" "Wasn't what Mister Stotch?" "You can call me Richard now Sam, the wife's not around." "Richard... I'm so sorry... Please don't tell me parents. They'll kill me!" Samantha broke into tears as she pleaded with him. Richard just chuckled and reached over to ruffle Samantha's hair "I told you, I'm not mad. And I'm not going to tell any one about it." "You're... You're not?" she asked and rubbed her eyes. "Of course not. I started chasing girls when I was Justin's age. I'm just glad he finally got his nose out of those video games of his long enough to notice girls are around." Samantha giggled a little and leaned back against her seat with a sigh of relief "So I'm not in trouble for doing him?" "Oh? You did him huh? I got you to admit it." Samantha cupped her hands over her mouth, trying to stop words that'd already escaped. Richard just laughed again "I'm just teasing Sam. I'm glad you had sex with my son. At least I know one man in our house hold is happy and getting some." "What do you mean?" Samantha asked, dropping her hands to her lap. "I mean... Mrs. Stotch and I.... Well, we've not been getting along too well lately." Samantha reached out and put her hand on Richard's "You two aren't doing to get a divorce are you?" "No no... We're going to tough it out for Justin's sake. But my wife has this crazy idea in her head that if we keep pretending nothing is wrong then Justin won't notice." "I think your wife has a screw loose." Samantha slipped and lifted her hand to cover her mouth again. "Your right. She's been loosing it for a year or so now. I don't know what happened between us. We've just been drifting apart." "Well, it can't be your fault, you're too nice of a guy." Richard smiled at the little vixen "Thank you Sam, that means a lot." Samantha smiled back up at him, petting his hand again "I wish I could help out some how." "Oh? Any thing in mind?" Richard asked, taking her hand in his. "I could baby sit more often?" Richard laughed again and leaned back against his seat "I'm sure Justin would love that, but it doesn't help me out too much." "Is there... Any thing I could do to help you then?" Samantha questioned, looking down at their hands to see how much bigger his was then her's. Richard's ears perked up a bit at that and he paused "Samantha... Have you ever considered." He looked out at the road and then back at the vixen who was waiting for him to finish "Being with an older man?" "Mister Stotch?!" She gasped and pulled her hand back. "I'm sorry... I shouldn't have asked that." Richard sighed and hung his head, falling silent. Samantha too sat quietly, replaying the question over and over in her mind, not having imagined she'd hear that coming from him. Admittedly, she'd always found him attractive and had a fantasy or two about him late at night but still, to finally hear him say it. Richard reached for the shifter and started to back the car up towards the road, but as son as they started moving, Samantha put her hand on his again. "Richard... I think I'd like to." she whispered, flashing him a little smile. The Clydesdale smiled back and shifted again, driving a bit further down the dirt road till they came to a curve which fully hid them from view. "There's a blanket in the trunk we can use. Not enough room in this car for any thing." Samantha nodded and opened the door to get out, meeting Richard at the trunk. "You sure you're ok with this Sam?" he asked as he opened the trunk "Once we start, we can't turn back." "I'm sure." the little vixen replied and hugged him, rubbing her cheek fur against his chest. Richard lowered an arm down around Samantha to hug her back and shut the trunk before they made there way out into the woods away from the car. "This looked like a good spot" he shake the blanket to spread it out and then kneeled down onto it, bringing him about to Samantha's height. Samantha stepped in closer to him to hug him again and was greeted by a kiss, which she returned happily. She meeped softly when his hands ran up her legs to her hips, pulling her against him as they kissed. When their lips finally parted, Richard leaned back to sit against his legs and lifted his shirt, revealing the white patch of fur that started at his chest and ran down into his pants. Samantha placed her hands against his manly chest and rubbed about his fur, smiling at him. She then lifted her own shirt, her perky B cup breasts falling from it as she lifted it over her head and tossed it aside. "Oh no! I must have left my bra in Justin's room. "Its ok Sam, I'll find it when I get home." the Clydesdale chuckled and cupped his hands over her breasts, kneading them tenderly with his thumbs rolling her already stiff nipples about. Samantha gasped and pressed herself against his hands, closing her eyes to savor the feeling. Despite her blissful daze, she finally managed to lean forward and undo his belt, getting a bit eager to get on with things. While she was busy unfastening his pants, Richard set to undoing her's. He slid her pants down a bit "At least you remembered your panties." he said and slide his hands back around her to squeeze her rear, making her giggle. It'd hadn't truly accrued to Samantha how big a size difference there was between the two of them until she started pushing his pants down, which was a bit of a challenge due to the bulged in the front. He had to stand up and help her get his pants down, leaving him in only his boxers which did little to conceal him, the end of his cock hanging down out of the leg hole. She gasped at seeing it, his fore skin hanging down to hood the tip, thick veins standing out against the skin. "Don't be shocked Sam... My folks didn't believe in getting me circumcised. I like it this way honestly, too bad Mrs. Stotch forced me to have Justin snipped." Samantha nodded as he pulled his shorts down "I've just never seen one that's not snipped." "Oh? And just how many have you seen?" Richard teased. "Three. Including your son's." "Well, I doubt you'll see many more like mine, most folks think it looks silly and is and health risk or some thing like that." Richard wrapped both hands around his member and hoisted it up towards the vixen, stroking back on the skin to expose the head of his cock "It'll look find once I get stiff." Samantha blinked as he pointed his penis at her, reaching her hands out to wrap around it as well "I don't think... This is going to fit." Richard laughed and shook his head "Of that I have no doubt. But there's other things we can do you know." Samantha nodded and scooted forward a bit to nuzzle against the end of his cock, her hands easing his fore skin back again so that she could rub her cheek fur against his tip. Richard moaned and strokes himself a little, his shaft stiffening rapidly with the tickling from her fur. Samantha stroked at his length as well, seeming a bit amused by the way his skin dropped back over his tip each time she moved it. She glanced up at Richard who smiled back at her and then kissed his tip, letting her tongue slip out under it to slide along the flared head. The tip of her tongue traced back and forth before slipping into the fold of his fore skin. Richard moaned out again and rocked his hips a couple times before stopping himself, his hard shaft bumping against the vixen's muzzle. Samantha parted her lips further and sucked at the head of his shaft, knowing there was no comfortable way to get some thing that large into her mouth. As she nursed upon him, one of her paws glided back down his length to fondle his balls, finding them orbs to be the size of her fist, if not bigger. "Sam..." He whispered and pulled back away from her "You don't have to." "But I want too, honest." she replied, still holding his shaft in her hands. Richard nodded and reached up to hold her shoulders "How about I do you first, ok?" Samantha tilted her head curiously and then grabbed for his arms as the Clydesdale eased her down onto her back. Richard laid down and spread Samantha's legs a bit before resting on his elbows on either side of her legs. "You might want to remove that." he pointed out, seeing a string hanging out from between her lips. "Opps." Samantha giggled and slowly pulled the tampon out, whimpering as more cum seeped out behind it. "Boy oh boy, did my little Justin give it to you." he chuckled and moved a hand to her crotch, rubbing a finger tip against her folds to spread his son's cum around her fur. Samantha's ears blushed at that and then she whimpered, his finger rubbing enough to spread her labia around it. Soon his finger slid half way up into her and began rubbing her upper wall in a come here type motion. This was enough to cause Samantha to flop onto her back and gasp, her own hands running up her body to hold her breasts. Richard sank his finger a little deeper and then withdrew it, bringing with it a gush of white cream, which ran down the crack her ass onto the blanket. "I'd say you were lubed enough but you're still just a little to small hun." "I know..." Samantha pouted, wishing she could feel that huge cock of his plowing into her, though as she imagined it, she laughed. "He'd be pushing up against my lungs." she thought to herself, but those thoughts quickly vanished when she felt a wide, hot tongue washing up and over her cunny. Richard had his hands on her hips to keep her still as he lapped away some of the seed, seeming to not mind the taste of his own son's spunk. His tongue narrowed and curved, running the tip up and down along her folds before wriggling at it towards the top. Samantha grabbed the blanket, her fists balling up at the sensation of her tongue probing against her clit. Her hips raised up, rocking up against his muzzle and then fell back when his tongue slid down and into her, coaxing out a long moan from the little vixen. Richard took his time and seemed to know very well what he was doing, his tongue dancing about within her in just the right places to bring her to the edge of climax after only a minute. He could feel her inner muscles tensing and pressed his parted lips to her vulva, widening his tongue before pushing it yet deeper. Samantha cried out and pressed herself down against him, cumming strongly about his tongue. Her walls quivered and squeezes at the intruder, forcing a little more of Justin's seed out of her only to be trapped by his lips. Richard withdrew his tongue enough to swirl it around her inner and outer labia, cleaning her up some and then lifted his head "How was that Sam?" "Don't stop." Samantha gasped out and reached for his ear, pulling lightly. Richard chuckled and dove right back in, forcing his tongue up into the vixen's tight sex as far as he could and then wriggled it around. Now and then, as he eat her out, his tongue was slip back out and run it's tip in circles around her clit before sliding back up into her, keeping the stimulation moving instead of focusing on just one spot. It took another couple minutes before Samantha moaned out loudly again, her hands tugging at his ears as she ground herself down against his muzzle. After, she let his ears go and her arms dropped weakly back against the blanket, panting to recover from it all. "Had enough yet?" Richard asked with a smirk, then eeped as Samantha wrapped her legs up around his neck, over his shoulders. "Awwww, we can't do this all night long you know." "I know..." Samantha pouted and let her legs slide off his shoulders. Richard climbed up beside her and snuggled in, reaching a hand back down to rub her sex while he kissed her cheek "I'd like to get off to if I could." When Samantha turned her head to speak, Richard kissed her deeply, his cum coated tongue running along her own to muffle any thing that she was about to say. Samantha sucked at his tongue as she returned his kiss, so over whelmed by all that had happened this night. She felt sort of helpless in a way, still weak from her encounter with Justin. Made weaker by Richard's tonguing. It was about all she could do to kiss him. Richard finally broke the kiss and hugged Samantha before sitting back up "I have an idea." He lifted a leg up over the vixen and straddled her, sitting back lightly against her belly with his cock lying against her chest. "Ever been titty fucked?" Samantha shook her head and gazed down at the huge thing they pressed down against her, seeing now that her thoughts about how deep it'd have been in her were true. Richard leans over her and cupped his hands on either side of your breasts, bringing them together against his shaft. He paused for a moment to let Samantha look over what he was doing and then started to rock himself against her. When he thrust forward, her breasts held his fore skin in place, unhooding his cock's head fully. His pushing brought the tip of his shaft very close to her mouth, so Samantha stuck her tongue out, letting it glide under his tip each time with an occasional swirling. After a moment or so of humping against her chest, Samantha tasted the first trickle of pre escaping his slit onto her tongue. The clean lube tasted sweet to her and she eagerly lapped at him for more. Richard huffed softly, picking up a bit more speed now. His balls rubbed against her belly as he thrust into her breasts, trickling more pre with wet her lips and nose. The silky fox fur felt so nice against his skin, it wasn't going to be long before he unloaded. So he stopped and let her breasts go. "Don't stop." Samantha whimpered and stroked his length as best as she could. "I'm not... Just repositioning." Richard stated with a smirk and climbed down to kneel below her. His strong hands too hold of her legs and lifted then up together around his cock, hugging them back against his chest. In this position, Samantha's hips were lifted up off of the blanket though it did serve to press her wet cunt against the under side of his shaft. "Hold me down against your belly." Samantha's hands came together and pressed down on the Clydesdale's penis, holding it against the soft fur of her belly. She lifted her tail up between Richard's legs so that it's long fur rubbed against his balls when he started trusting again. Richard nickered, now having some thing fully around his length instead of just against the sides. She felt so good around him and it'd been so long since he'd had sex at all. All that pent up lust was getting the best of him, the pure need to cum pushing him on. Quickly his hips draw back half way and thrusted forward, now given freedom to move as they should instead of the short thrusts he made at her breasts. Samantha's hands gripped at his shaft, feeling his penis moving inside of the thick fore skin. A moan escaped her lips with the sensation of his length rubbing against her crotch as well, not as stimulating as his tongue of course but it was still nice, as close to having that huge thing in her as she was going to get. Richard pounded against the vixen's thighs, breathing heavily now with his balls lightly slapping against her fur padded rear. He lurched forward and dropped his hands to her hips, tugging back on them as he drove forward, burring himself to the hilt between her thighs. Samantha squeaked in surprise when the first gush of horse cum jetted out across her stomach and chest, then another and another. She rubbed her hands against his shaft's sides, trying to keep him going as he bucked and ground against her, his tail flagging about behind him. One of her hands moved up tot he head of his cock and aimed it better, sending a string of cum up across her muzzle. Her tongue went after it instantly, lapping it from her lips and then her mouth opened to catch another spurt of thick cream. Richard finally leans back and pulled himself down, lifting Samantha's legs back towards her. He took hold of his penis and guided it to press its head against her sex, watching as some of his cum oozed out from around it and down her ass. "God how I wish that could fit." Samantha relaxed against the blanket and ran her hands around her chest, spreading his cum over her tits and then licked her fingers "I do too..."