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The Nanny

By: Jimflint80



I recently moved to a new flat , and had a wonderful room with en-suite bathroom on the top floor.

My landlady had just had a new baby, but thankfully my room was far enough away for me to not be able to hear any noise from downstairs.

As she found she was getting more & more tired with the sleepless nights, she got a night-nanny in to look after the baby at night.

Saz used to come around the house around 7.30, and stay for the night, before going home around 7 in the morning.

Around this time I used to cycle home from work, and so was regularly just home, in the kitchen or sitting room, wearing my cycling outfit.

Many an evening, Saz used to flirt outrageously with me about the lycra leggings I wore, and made it very clear that she used to get turned on by me wearing them!

The evening I am writing about was a Thursday. When I got home, my landlady was getting ready to go out, and Saz arrived as normal around 7.30.

There was the usual wolf-whistle and flirt before my landlady went out and Saz went upstairs and put the baby down for the night

I finished my supper, and tidied up, before going upstairs myself. On the first floor, I said goodnight to Saz who came out to meet me, and gave me quite a shock. She stood there in a very tight black lycra catsuit. 

"I thought I'd return the gesture, and see if I could get a lycra tent as quickly as you've got me wet every evening!"

I looked her up and down. Her long, blonde hair cascaded down over her shoulders. The catsuit was unzipped to her belly button, showing off the smooth cleavage between her gorgeous breasts. The suit also showed off her athletic torso & very slim waist, and really emphasised her long legs. But, as I moved my eyes back upwards again, I saw that it also emphasised her lack of underwear!

I was acutely aware of the expanding mass between my legs, and the fact that my swelling mass was completely obvious from where Saz was standing!

"That's more like it!" Saz said, a big smile growing across her face.

"So, are you happy now?!" I asked.

"Hmm YES!" she laughed.

"Marvellous" I sighed "now I'm going to have to go upstairs and relieve myself..!"

Saz stepped closer, and she delicately ran one of her long fingernails over the lycra and my hard cock…

"If you would prefer, I'm sure I've got a few tricks under my lycra to help you out..!" Saz said with a wink.

With that, she turned and walked to the spare room, and I followed behind her.

In the dimly lit room, she looked incredible, the lycra tight on her body catching the light, exaggerating every curve and fold of skin on her body. I ran my hands down her sides, and back up her inner thighs. When my hands reached her crotch, I was amazed at how moist the fabric was. I look up at her and she smiled at me.

"Let's just say that my fingers and vibrator have helped me pretend that you've screwed me several times today already" she whispered. "I even had a vibrator inside me the whole journey here on the bus!"

"So, tell me what you imagined, and what you'd like me to do.." I replied

"Well, why don't we just fuck the foreplay, strip naked, and then you can fuck and use me however you want.."

We looked at each other for a moment, silently, before we frantically ripped at each other clothing, undressing each other in seconds.

I led Saz to the bed, and she bend right over in front of it, spreading her legs wide apart. I stood behind her and guided my throbbing cock to her damp opening. As the tip started into her, and I felt her swollen labia parting for me, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her to me, forcing my solid cock deep into her crotch,

Saz gasped loudly and my throbbing mass filled her damp cavity. 

I slammed in and out of Saz as hard as I could, and my hips slapped off her firm buttocks each time I thrust into her. Saz moaned in bliss at the sensations emanating from between her legs and it was obvious that she was nearing a climax. She panted heavily, and arched her back even more, making my cock penetrate deeper into her each thrust, until she let out a long wail and her body shuddered all around me. I felt her pussy pulsate around my hard cock as a wave of ecstacy flooded through her stunning body.

I slowed down, and slipped from between her legs.

Saz went limp, and I helped her onto the bed in front of her.. 

"That's better than any bloody vibrator!" she gasped slowly.

She lay on her back, and I watched for a moment as her breasts heaved with every breath she took. I knelt above her, ready to slip back into her sodden crotch once more, when she stopped me.

"Stay there, and allow me…" she whispered.

Saz then slid down the bed under me, and I then felt both her hands clamp around my cock. 

" I want you to pretend that you're still fucking me like you were just now" she said, before she edged my cock into her awaiting mouth. Her hands then moved to my buttocks, and she pulled me to her, my cock sliding into her soft mouth.

Harder & harder she pulled me to her, and in no time I was fucking her mouth as if it was her damp gash, and she was moaning in bliss under me.

It didn't take long until I felt a sensation welling in my groin, and moments later I jolted, my body going blissfully rigid as my balls contracted, and I injected my thick cum into Saz's mouth. I heard her swallow hard on my warm, thick fluid, and as I relaxed, I moved and lay down next to her, gasping for breath,

We lay there for some time, silently, listening to each other breathing, and just revelling in the orgasmic sensation we had both just experienced.

Whilst I lay there, enjoying the moment, Saz got up and slid off the bed and went out of the room.

She was back in seconds, and she lay back down next to me She sat up a little, and started rubbing a cream between her legs.

"Sorry, are you a bit sore after that?" I asked.

"No…" she said with a twinkle in her eye "I'm just making sure that you can get inside every part of me!"

My cock instantly rose to attention, and spotting it, Saz rolled onto her stomach next to me.

I moved above her, and she spread her legs, parting her buttocks with her hands.

My cock rested at her delicate arsehole, and she sighed. I probed my cock at her a couple of times, before giving a slight push, and I felt her arse relax a little, allowing the tip of my cock into her.

Once inside, the rest of my cock slid right up her backside, and Saz groaned. She flailed her arm around over the edge of the bed, and reached for her bag. Whilst I slowly slid in and out of her tight hole, she fumbled around in her bag, before pulling out a huge vibrator & putting in on the bed. I raised up a little, letting her lift of the bed, and Saz slid the vibrator under her. Moments later, the cool plastic was buried in her cunt, and I could feel the vibrations pulsating through her, and into my cock.

Saz bit into one of the pillows, to stop herself making any noise, and I started to fuck her backside hard.

Again, it wasn't long until Saz went rigid and shuddered beneath me, gasping aloud, even with the pillow in her face!

The sensation of her arse tightening & squeezing my bulbous cock was enough to push me over the edge too, and I too shuddered my way through another climax, pumping my thick fluid deep inside Saz's tight cavity.

I slid out from her, and again lay next to her. Saz rolled onto her side, and slowly withdrew the large vibrator from between her legs. As it slipped out she gasped, and then she went limp..

We rested for a bit before getting up. We had a nice long hug, and then walked slowly to the bathroom.

I started running the shower, and once it had got warm I got in. Saz had gone to check on the baby & then got into the shower with me. 

We held each other in a limp hug, before slowly washing each other all over. Bit by bit we woke up, and I washed every millimetre of her soft skin, before kneeling down and focussing on her pussy. Her lips were still very swollen, and I leant forward, planting a kiss on her hard clitoris. Saz shivered, and held onto my shoulders for support. 

Casually I slipped two fingers between her lips, and then slid them into her. The tip of my tongue delicately flicked at her hard bud, and Saz groaned. I moved my tongue all around her clitoris, exploring every fold of the skin, and Saz started breathing erratically.

I speeded up my movements, and whilst my two fingers moved in and out of her pussy, I slid my little finger up her arse. This, combined with my tongue's actions had Saz quivering at the knees above me.

She let out a couple of short gasps, before she shuddered and I felt her finger nails dig into my shoulders. Her body jolted and she let out a loud groan as the sensations between her legs made her lose control & once more she climaxed.

Very slowly I withdrew my fingers, and I slowly stood up, holding onto her as I did so.

Before I could do or say anything, she followed suit, and dropped to her knees in front of me. 

With both hands she started stroking my rigid cock, and she looked up at me, through the spray of water. She then sunk her head over the end of my cock and gently sucked on the end of my cock, edging more and more of my swollen organ into her mouth.

Whilst sucking on me, she rubbed the rest of my hard shaft, and stroked my balls with her spare hand.

I held onto the walls for support, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Very quickly I was nearing another ball draining climax, when she very gently slid one of her slender fingers up my backside. I couldn't believe the sensation. My cock grew yet harder, and in moments I reached my peak. As I held onto the walls to stop my knees collapsing under me, I pumped yet more of my creamy cum into Saz's mouth, and again I heard her swallow it down avidly.

We then turned off the shower and staggered out onto the tiled bathroom floor.

We each took a towel, and spent a long time rubbing each other down gently. Every inch of each other's body was caressed and patted dry. 

We both reluctantly got dressed, and after one more lingering kiss I went downstairs. It wasn't a moment too soon, and as I got to the bottom of the stairs, my landlady arrived back.

I sat in front of the TV, as if nothing had happened, but the ache between my legs kept reminding me of what had happened! 

The Nanny



I was recently divorced and needing a change when I saw the ad online. "Live-in nanny needed A.S.A.P!" It read. Noticing that it was in the New Jersey area, I decided to check it out. I had been living in the Midwest, and I couldn't think of a bigger change. I hadn't had any formal nanny experience, but I loved kids and I had taken some childcare courses in college. Deciding to take a risk, I sent in my resume and continued on with my job search. Little did I know how much my life was about to change.

I received a phone call a few days later, and I was shocked that I had even been considered. I had honestly forgotten all about applying. The call actually came from the family's current nanny, Beatrice. After introducing herself and asking a few preliminary questions, Beatrice went on to explain the situation. Apparently, she had been the nanny ever since the parents had gotten divorced and the children's father had needed help when he had the kids every few days.

"Wait a minute," I interrupted.

"Yes, dear?" she replied.

"Why does he need a live-in nanny if he only has the kids every few days?"

"You know, I wondered that very thing when I first started here. Apparently the divorce was very amicable, and they don't live very far apart. The children's visits are different every week, and they have changed at a moment's notice before. Other times they'll go a week or two without visiting at all. Between that and the fact that Mr. Stein works a great deal, he felt more secure having someone here all the time to be ready for anything."

"But what do you do in all that down time?" I asked her.

"Well, I've been doubling as a sort of housekeeper. I keep things tidy and organized around the house, I do the laundry, sometimes I cook, but he's usually working late and grabs his own dinner."

"Doesn't that get lonely?" I asked her.

"No more lonely than living alone. My room is on the other side of the house, and I rarely see him. When both children are here, though, this place can become a madhouse. They're very sweet, but by the end of their visit you're thankful for the downtime," Beatrice said with a smile in her voice.

She further detailed the position for me, explaining that she had been there for five years. However, she was pushing sixty and her elderly mother was ailing and she wanted to spend her last years with her. When I asked her why Mr. Stein wasn't calling me himself, she said that he had such faith in her, he wanted her to do the interviewing for her replacement on her own. I personally thought that he was just too busy to care, but I didn't want to judge too quickly.

We ended up talking for almost an hour. I told her all about myself and why I wanted such a drastic change. She understood, said that something similar had happened to her five years ago, and claimed that this was the best thing that could have happened to her. 

The next thing I knew, I was on a plane to New Jersey, the only thing to my name being a useless Bachelor's Degree in studio art and a failed marriage. Beatrice greeted me at the airport, and drove me to the house in Mr. Stein's minivan that he kept around for her to run errands and pick up the kids in. We picked up our conversation like old friends, and I thanked her again for taking a chance on me.

"Don't be silly, dear," Beatrice replied, "I have a feeling that you will be very happy. It just takes some getting used to." Once we arrived, she showed me to her now empty room and helped me get unpacked. After that she gave me a tour of the house and showed me all the essentials. After an hour or two, Beatrice looked at her watch and frowned.

"What's the matter?" I asked her.

"Well, Mr. Stein said he would try to be here in time for me to introduce you, but I guess he got held up. I just hate to leave mother alone this late in the evening." Hmmm...This Mr. Stein was beginning to look like a real asshole.

"Beatrice, this is silly. You go ahead and go. I'll be fine," I assured her. It took me a good ten minutes to convince her to leave, promising to call her if I had any questions. As I walked around looking at framed portraits of two adorable children, I realized I was hungry. 

With my head buried in the fridge, thinking about making an omelet, I didn't hear the back door open. And so it was that the first impression I made on my new employer was my jean-clad ass sticking up in the air while I dug in his fridge, rifling through his food. Didn't matter that he was extremely late and I was told that I could do this, I still felt like an idiot when I heard him yell from behind me.

"Just who the fuck are you?" 

I was so startled that I jumped up, smacked my head on the refrigerator shelf and dropped the carton of eggs I'd been holding onto the ground. Wincing at the loud cracks I heard from the carton and the pain in my head, I turned to look at the reason for my reaction.

That's when my breath caught. He was a distinguished middle-aged man, probably in his mid forties and dressed in an immaculate suit. He had thinning, dusty blond/almost brown hair, that looked like it would be curly if he let it grow. A strong build, a chiseled jaw, and the look was topped off with a pair of angry green eyes. He looked arrogant and obnoxious, and he was sexy as hell. I always had a thing for older men, I just never realized how much until I was already married to someone a year younger than me.

"I...uh, I'm...Amy," I stammered, feeling more stupid by the second.

"Amy who?" He snapped, looking me up and down with an expression that said he found me lacking.

"Amy...Beatrice's replacement," I explained.

"Bullshit, she isn't due until tomorrow." 

Starting to get pissed at his attitude, I snapped right back at him, "No bullshit! I was due today, my plane ticket was scheduled for today, and we were waiting around for you for hours TODAY!" I could see him reel in some of his anger at this, and what looked like a slight blush crept over his cheeks. 

"Shit! I'm sorry about that. I was sure all day that it was tomorrow. I think Beatrice even reminded me, and I still got it mixed up. I'm sorry, I've just been so bogged down at work lately." He gave me a sheepish grin and stepped forward with his hand held out. "Let's start over again...Hi, I'm David. David Stein."

"Amy. Amy Jones," I returned, smiling slightly at him now, taking his hand. Shaking it lightly, I noticed that he looked me over a little longer now, his eyes lingering on the swell of my large breasts straining against my thin t-shirt. I realized that my nipples were sticking out after being buried in the cold of the fridge, and his scrutiny was making them distend even further. To break the awkwardness, I dropped my gaze, and noticed the puddle of egg yolk oozing from the carton I had dropped. I grabbed some paper towels, feeling myself blushing as well, and I leaned down to clean up the mess.

"I'm...I'm sorry for startling you," he said, sounding like he was very rusty at making apologies. I could feel him looking down at me, and I glanced up to meet his gaze, green eyes on green. "Let me make it up to you. I'll order us a pizza, and we can spend some time getting acquainted. I feel terrible that I messed this up."

"That would be nice," I said, trying not to blush harder. As he turned towards the phone, I gathered my thoughts. God, he was really sexy. How the hell was I supposed to work and live in this house with him? Just the two of us alone most of the time? 

He finished up ordering our dinner, and turned to face me. "If you don't mind, I'm going to go get out of this suit and put on some more comfortable clothes. I can't wind down in this."

"Sure thing," I said from the floor. I finished cleaning up my mess and tidied up nervously while I waited. I honestly didn't know if this night could get any more uncomfortable. If I didn't find a way to control my attraction to my employer soon, I might as well get right back on that airplane.

David came back down in a navy blue pull over sweater and a pair of faded blue jeans, and as he walked I saw that his feet were bare. Christ, the man even had sexy feet. It was a little more comfortable with him in casual clothing, but it only enhanced his masculinity. 

The pizza arrived a few minutes later, and we sat at the kitchen table so that we could eat and talk. I told him about myself, what he hadn't already gotten from Beatrice, and he told me about his children. They would be here the following afternoon, and I would meet them then. He felt confident that once they got used to me, they would like me just fine. About an hour and two-thirds of a pizza later, I noticed that he was staring at me again.

"You're very young," he stated, almost accusingly.

"Well, I'm almost thirty," I replied, feeling warmth in my belly from his regard. "How old are you?" I tried to turn some of the focus off myself for a while, but he wouldn't have it.

"Forty-Seven," he replied quickly, then went right back to me. "You don't look that old. How long were you married?"

"Seven years. Years that I would like back now, but what can I do?"

"Was he cheating on you?" He asked so naturally, I didn't even think to get offended at his bluntness. For some reason, I found myself opening up to him.

"Not hardly!" I laughed coldly. "He didn't have any libido at all. It dwindled away from small to non-existent over the last few years." I could feel his eyes roaming over my body again, stopping at a few points of interest.

"Was he blind?" he asked incredulously, and I felt the burning in my belly move down towards my pussy. "You're very beautiful, I can't believe that he would lose interest so fast." He met my gaze as he said this, and I saw a flicker of desire spark in his eyes. Oh, God, could he actually be attracted to me, too? Men I wanted never wanted me back, not the way I needed. They always thought I looked too wholesome and innocent to see in me what I saw in them.

"Well, it's hard to lose what you didn't have to begin with," I said, sounding bitter and not caring. He smiled deeply like he knew something that I didn't. "What?" I asked when he kept smiling.

"He didn't give you what you needed, did he?" I could feel tingles starting to run down my thighs as my panties began to get moist at the sound of his voice. I started wondering if his cock felt to the touch the way that his voice sounded: soft, smooth and velvety. I always got aroused very easily whenever I was attracted to someone. That's why my marriage was such hell. My husband had been a good lover, when he felt like it, but after a while he just stopped caring. I never stopped wanting, I never stopped needing. I craved so often that it hurt.

"What...what do you think I needed?" I ask him breathlessly, looking at his soft, sensuous lips as he spoke.

"Oh, my guess would be that you need cock, and lots of it," he purred at me. I gasped and looked up at him sharply, but he didn't even look fazed. 

"What?!" I asked, not daring to believe that I'd heard him right.

"Don't pretend you didn't hear me, and don't even act offended," he commanded. "You know that what you crave is cock, Amy. I know a fellow enthusiast when I see one." I could feel my clit starting to throb at his words. I don't know why it seemed so natural to talk to him about this, but I felt like he could see inside my soul to my darkest secrets, and he liked what he saw.

"Yes!" I admitted, and my hands started stroking my thighs to keep busy.

"Why don't you let go of whatever is holding you back for once? Come over here." I slowly stood up and walked around the table towards him. When I was standing at his side, he turned to face me. "That's a good girl. Now get down on your knees." I hesitantly lowered to my knees in front of him, trying to ignore the delicious looking bulge in his pants, and looked up like an expectant child. "That's very good. Now...why don't you do us both a favor and suck this cock like I know you want to?"

"Oh, God," I rasped out, wondering how the hell he knew some of my deepest fantasies. Having a sexy older man command me to suck his cock...that was a big one for me. It was one of my top masturbation fantasies, and it never failed to deliver. 

I put my hands on his thighs and felt a thrill when his firm muscles tensed under my palms. As I met his eyes again, I slowly licked my full pink lips while I decided if I was really ready to do this. I had just met this man. I didn't really know him at all, and I had to live with him from now on. 

What I didn't know at the time was that while I was licking my lips in deliberation, he was watching me with rapt attention. He stared at my tongue making swirling patterns, and he could feel it on his cock. He hadn't been with a woman in a few weeks, and seeing my actions was driving him crazy. That's when he made up my mind for me.

"Oh, God! I have to taste that mouth first," he cried out, reaching out to grab me by the neck and pull me towards him. My hands slid up his thighs, stroking him as they moved, and my large breasts pressed against his toned chest. When his firm lips settled over mine, I knew I was lost to any reasoning; and when his silky tongue probed at my lips, I knew I'd found heaven. The hand holding my head began to stroke my soft brown hair and the arm around my waist came back around to cup my breast. As our tongues sparred and I sucked on his bottom lip, I knew that I would die soon if I didn't have his cock in my mouth. 

I pulled away slowly, already missing his talented tongue. I squeezed his thighs lightly, delighting in the heated look he gave me. When I glanced down, I saw that the slight bulge in his pants had disappeared, only to be replaced by a raging hard-on that strained to be set free from its denim prison. This was my target as I leaned down and licked it roughly through the fabric.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, before I had even gotten started. I swirled my tongue around a few moments more before reaching up to unzip him. "That's it, baby, take it out. It's hard just for you." 

Now, I had heard tales of women who could get wet instantly, so wet that they soaked through their panties and down their thighs. I also knew that I could get very wet with the right amount of stimulation, but it usually took some work. What I was now learning was that it took exactly one split-second of David's cock in my palm to prove those stories 100% accurate. My juices were flowing freely and my panties were now soaked.

"Oh, David," I groaned, stroking him lovingly, "You're cock is so beautiful! So thick and so rigid!" It jerked in my palm at my words. I couldn't resist tasting it any longer. I touched the tip of my tongue to the head of his cock, and began one of my most favorite pastimes.

Swirling my tongue around the tip, I reached down to cup his balls and lightly massage them. At the sound of the groaning going on above me, my confidence was coming back ten-fold. I slipped my lips around the head, lightly sucking and circling my tongue at the same time, while stroking his shaft with my other hand. 

"Yes, Amy...baby, suck that cock...that's a good girl, good girl...oh, fuck! Your lips feel so good on me, " he moaned through clenched teeth. As I started to lower my mouth further down his pulsating shaft, I could feel his hands begin to roam over my body. He made lazy circles on my back, reached farther to rub and squeeze my ass, then came back around to the front where he lavished attention on my breasts. "My God, you've got amazing tits," he purred above my ear as my head bobbed near his face. "They're so full, but naturally soft. I can feel your nipples throbbing for my touch."

His words were making me even wetter, and the feel of him pinching my nipples was driving me insane. I began to take him as deep as I could go, until I felt him rubbing against the back of my mouth. I started to swallow slightly, feeling the head begin to enter my throat. My nose was smashed up against his pubes and my bottom lip was hitting his balls. I felt his hands come up to stroke my throat and my face, then moving on to move my silky hair out of the way of his view. I looked up at that moment and made eye contact with him, his eyes dilated with lust as they watched me swallow him whole.

"Fuck...Amy! Nobody has ever taken me so deep! Don't fucking stop! I'm gonna cum for you soon, do you want that? Do you want me to shoot my thick cum down that lovely throat?" I started moaning uncontrollably and bobbing faster while I slid my hands around his hips. I grabbed hold of him firmly and started to yank him into my face, fucking him hard with my mouth. "Oh, Jesus Fucking Christ...who the fuck would ever let you go?!" he yelled out while beginning to hold the back of my head. The harder and faster I moved, the more he started to grip my head, until he was thrusting full steam into my mouth and grinding my face into his cock.

"Oh...fuck....fuck I'm gonna cum...gonna cum so fucking hard for you. Gonna give you everything...every last drop!" He was panting these words as he thrust between my lips, so I increased the pressure to take him past the breaking point. "OH, FUCK!! I'm fucking cumming so hard. Oh shit, take it baby...take it all.... Oh, God, AMY!" Thick, ropy strands of hot fluid shot down my throat, and I swallowed it down like it was the first meal I'd had in days. He tasted so good, so potent and masculine. I'd never almost had an orgasm from the taste of cum before, but I was right there...hovering on the edge.

I pulled back slowly and faced him, licking my swollen lips and smiling up at him. He leaned forward and grabbed my face again, pulling me in for another kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave myself over completely, wondering if he could taste himself on my lips. 

"Stand up," he ordered when he broke contact with my mouth. I rose to my feet and stood there facing him, wondering what was in store for me next. "Take off your pants, baby." I felt so strange, like I was watching myself from a distance. I didn't do these things...certainly not with men I'd only just met. These things were what haunted my fantasies, not my reality.

When I had unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my panties, I stepped out of them and looked into his eyes expectantly. His eyes darted to my hard nipples straining my shirt; so without being told I lifted my t-shirt over my head and made quick work of my bra. I was left standing completely nude and vulnerable in front of him. Although it was embarrassing, there was a part of me that was excited beyond belief.

"You are so fucking beautiful, standing there all naked and throbbing," he rasped out while staring at me heatedly. "You need to cum now, don't you?"

"Yes...so bad," I groaned loudly, surprising myself.

"Come here, close to me." I walked up to him and he put his hands on my waist, turning towards the table. In one move he lifted me up until I was sitting on the edge of the table facing him. "Lie back and put your heels up on the edge, baby." I leaned back on the cold, hard surface, shoving the pizza box off onto the floor.

"Sorry," I said, surprised by how eager I was.

"Don't be sorry," he smiled wickedly at me, while scooting his chair up to the table again. "I have much better things that I would like to feast on." That said, he slipped his hands under my ass and pulled my pussy towards his face, sliding his thumbs up to part my swollen cleft. I was now right where his dinner had been, and he buried his face in my pussy like he was starving. I felt his tongue licking at me, exploring all of my folds.

"Fuck!" he moaned, "Your pussy tastes so good!" He went back to his task, caressing my moist folds with his tongue. I leaned up on my elbows so that I could see him devouring me, and was amazed at how sexy it was to watch his tongue disappear inside my wet opening.




The Nanny



"Oh God, David, YES! Fuck me with your tongue!" I'd never heard myself let loose like this before. It was embarrassing until I realized that he loved every word I was saying. All right, I could do this...just let go. It was the best oral sex I'd ever had in my life, maybe he got hot from results like I did. "Yes baby! God, that feels so fucking good...more...eat me up David!" He began groaning and lapping at my juices, and I could tell that he liked my words as much as I had liked his. "Please don't stop eating my pussy until I cum...I'm so close!"

This is when he switched things up on me, dragging his tongue up to make quick circles around my throbbing clit before he fastened his lips around it and began to suck my clit between his lips. While I started gasping from this intense contact, he slid his thumbs that he'd been using to hold me open down and shoved them both inside my pussy. This sent me through the roof, and I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair before grabbing the back of his head and shoving his face deeper into my pussy.

"OH FUCK! I'm cumming...you're making me cum so hard! Do you want me to? I'm gonna cum all over your face, do you want it?" I was shaking so hard that I barely felt his head vigorously nodding against me, but the loud groan he gave sent off extra vibrations against my clit. While holding his head, I started grinding my pussy into his face and thumbs, a scream tearing out from my very soul. "You look into my eyes while I cum for you! No one ever ate my pussy so good before, you sexy fucker! OH...GOD...DAVID!" I could feel my pussy clamp down on his thumbs while I convulsed and shook, and he rode it out with me to the very last wave. This man clearly loved his work.

As I laid there nude and shaking, sprawled out on the kitchen table, David stood up between my legs. I saw that his cock had been resurrected by my words, and I felt the biggest rush of satisfaction. He lowered his jeans down around his ass and yanked his shirt over his head. My God, he had an amazing body! His chest and arms were nicely sculpted, and his rigid cock stood at full attention beneath his flat stomach. He grabbed me by the hips and dragged me back to the edge of the table, placing the swollen head of his cock at my entrance.

He looked me deep in the eyes before asking, "Are you ready for this cock now, baby? Do you want me to give it to you?" Oh Fuck, this was so much better than any of my lonely masturbation fantasies! Here was this gorgeous older man, about to gift me with his breathtaking cock.

"Yes! So ready for you," I gasped.

"Then you better fucking beg me first, Amy. Beg for me to fuck you hard."

"Please David! Please, I beg you! Put that thick cock in me...shove it inside!" I was almost crying with the need to feel him, my earlier orgasm only whetting my appetite. Oral sex was wonderful, but it only made me want cock that much more. He slowly inserted the tip inside me, just enough to feel the pulsating heat of him, before pulling it away slowly. 

"I don't think you mean it," he teased, rubbing the head against me again, slowly putting it back inside and circling his hips. Feeling him right there and going no further was making me crazy with lust.

"Now! Give me that cock! Stop fucking teasing me, I can't handle it. I have to feel you deep inside my pussy RIGHT NOW!" I was shaking and throbbing, never having been made to wait like this before. Usually if I was this hot I just jumped on the guy and took the lead, but I knew that would never be allowed. I had to get him with my words again, they were my only weapon. "Don't you want to be inside me, David? Don't you want to feel how wet I am...how tight this pussy is? I can't wait to drip all over that amazing cock." That did it. 

He grabbed my hips and drove his thick member all the way inside me. We both let out guttural moans at this new contact, stopping for just a second to savor the feeling. "My God." he gasped, rolling his eyes back in his head, "so tight...so wet...I can feel you squeezing me from the inside, Amy!" He began to thrust long, smooth strokes into my welcoming body, and I knew that it wouldn't last us long this time, we were both too wound up. 

David slid his arms underneath my legs until he had me bent back with my knees in the crook of his elbows and his palms flat on the table on either side of me. This new angle created a delicious friction between us, and I could feel his shaft grinding against my g-spot while his pelvis slammed against my clit. I'm not going to lie. I've always loved sex, and I've certainly always loved cock, but this was the most intense fucking I'd ever had in my life.

"Squeeze your tits for me baby," he moaned out from above me. I leaned up on my elbows again and grabbed my tits firmly, pinching the nipples until they stuck out hard. "Good girl, good girl Amy," he rasped out between thrusts. "Now hold them up for me baby, I want to suck on those juicy tits while I fuck you." I held my breasts up towards his mouth as I felt him piston his hips into me harder. 

When I felt his mouth clamp down and feast on first my right nipple, then my left, my body answered by clamping down on his cock as I began to milk him for all that he was worth. My orgasm ripped through my body like lightning, starting in my pussy and shooting down to my toes and up to my brain in violent, spasming waves. 

"David...Oh God...I'm cumming all over your hard cock! Do you feel me gripping you? Can you feel me dripping all over you? You feel so fucking good!" He started slamming into me harder still, groaning loudly. "Am I tight enough? Am I wet enough? Won't you cum for me?" 

I leaned up and grabbed his head to bring him in for a smoldering kiss, and as soon as he broke for air he came away shouting. "Yes...Oh fuck! So tight...so wet. You're milking me dry...coaxing my cum so good, baby. Gonna cum for you...so hard...give you every last drop!" He reached up and grabbed onto my shoulders and began pummeling me fiercely with his cock, until I heard him cry out and felt the hot spurts of his thick and creamy fluid flooding my pussy. Feeling his release deep inside me triggered another instant orgasm, and it was a few moments before we could do anything but throb and shake.

When we had collected ourselves enough to move, David sat back into the chair and pulled me into his lap. I sat there with my head against his shoulder for a few minutes, kissing him lightly here and there, wondering what he would say to me now. Had I blown my only chance at a fresh start? Would he not want me around anymore due to awkwardness? I felt him kiss the top of my head and pull back to look at me, so I looked up at him, waiting to hear my fate.

"You are sensational. I can't believe my luck at having you here. You're like a diamond in the rough, and I can't wait to polish you up and teach you how to shine!" Just like that, my fate was sealed. He had absolutely no desire to send me packing out of awkwardness, and I had no desire to be taken away from the best lay I'd ever had. I wanted him to teach me...to show me things I'd only dreamt about up until now...then show me things I'd never heard of.

"Let's take this party upstairs, Amy. I have a shower right off my bedroom. We can get cleaned up while I soap up those beautiful tits. Anything else you feel like doing tonight?" Oh my God, where do I start? There were so many things I had felt deprived of, but I didn't want to scare him off. "Come on baby, open up for me. You'll enjoy it so much more. Don't be ashamed...I live for this stuff."

"Well...I was wondering...in the shower? Could I go down on you again?" I nibbled my lip in embarrassment. 

"That's it? Of course! Why so worried?" He looked amused, smiling at my simplicity.

"Well...while I'm down there...could I...could I try...licking your ass? Maybe use my fingers?" I saw the smug look on his face vanish, replaced by a look of astonishment. 

"Seriously? You've never done that? And you want to?" He was so shocked, I was about to discover, because this was one of his favorite things to have done and I'd seemed to hone right in on it. He had an ass fixation, fully believing that so much more pleasure could be experienced if the couple was open minded and tried everything, and it would heighten both partners' pleasure that much more. 

"Well, I'd always heard it can make everything more intense, but my husband had too many hang ups to let me experiment." He smiled at me and scooped me up into his arms to show me how eager he was to comply with my wishes. 

Halfway up the stairs I leaned into his ear and whispered, "Maybe then when we're done, you could fuck my tight virgin ass. Would that be alright?" I finished off my question by sucking his earlobe between my lips and nibbling lightly. The loud groan in return told me I was pleasing my new employer greatly.

"My God," he gasped while running faster up the stairs, trying to ignore the instant hardness my words had caused. "I think I've created a monster! What the hell did I do right to deserve meeting you?" 

"You just needed a new nanny," I answered. We both laughed like idiots as he raced towards the shower, and a future living together that we were just beginning to contemplate.



The Nanny



It was back when I was eighteen and a cute little thing just into the latter half of my freshman year in junior college. My parents decided to hire me out as a nanny during the summer for this couple out in the backwoods who had three daughters and needed a hand. Not to mention the fact that my parents needed the money. The Wednesday afternoon drive out there with my mom was uneventful and boring and the last ten miles on the gravel road were, to say the least, uncomfortable. We pulled up to a modest and very rustic looking cabin with a barn not far off on the one side, a lush lawn on the front and a ring of pine trees all about the property. It looked like the olden days from the history books at school. 

We arrived and a gaggle of little girls came out to greet me and Mrs. Young (really, as she was only 28) came out and took my bag. She pretty much ignored me and just spoke to my mom who was a friend of hers so I kind of understood. Mrs. Young and the three girls were all in farm dresses and looked so old-fashioned compared to what I was used to. I went into the house with the girls and shortly after my mom left and Mrs. Young came in with my bag. 

"Christie, you'll be staying on the cot in our room so have Rachel take you in there and put down your stuff." 

Obediently and without having to be told, Rachel all of eight years old and the eldest of the three girls, came over and took me by the hand and led me to the master bedroom. When I went to put down my bag on the cot there was a handmade farm dress laid on the bed, as if waiting for me. I was about to ask but Rachel read my mind. 

"Momma wants you to put on this dress while you're here because Daddy says ladies don't wear pants 'specially around the house." With that she pirouetted and was out of the room in a flash. 

Even though I didn't much go for the old fashioned thing back then I was a nice kid and I went along to get along. So not wanting to make waves I shed my jeans and my tee-shirt and put the dress on. It was mostly modest except for the front where it showed a bit more of my chest than I would've preferred, but then in a way, that was kind of liberating to show off a little, too. All dressed up now just like the other ladies of the house I went out to the kitchen where Mrs. Young was working on dinner. 

"Christie, you look lovely! Let me see you!" 

She took my hand and spun me around. Then, with a disapproving look she looked down at my fancy sneakers. 

"Sweetie, around here we don't wear shoes in the house. Shuck those ugly things off and let your toes breathe a little. And while you're here I don't want to see those again, okay?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Young." I replied. 

"Sweetie," she took my face in her hands in a very motherly way, "another thing you can do for me while you're here is call me Anna, okay?" 

"Yes, Anna." 

A minute later I came back to the kitchen and got an approving smile from Anna as she looked down at my very white and unusually bare feet. She asked me to help with the dinner and I went right to work doing so after she handed me an apron to put on. I was no stranger to a ktchen and Anna was pleased to let me make my own recipe for biscuits and I got a serious nod of approval when she dipped a finger in the dough and sampled it. 

I was having a fine time with Anna and the girls making dinner when I heard a pickup truck coming up the road. You could hear everything in these woods, it seemed. Anna heard it, too, and undid her apron and put it down, as did Rachel. I took off my apron and followed them outside to join them on the grass by the drive. The grass felt so cool and sensuous on my bare feet that I was distracted by the feeling as the truck came to halt just in front of me. 

"Christie? Is that you?" 

Anna was smiling as her husband came up to me. Randy was the spitting image of Sam Elliot, the actor, but in his thirties and not in his sixties. I must say that my heart jumped a bit when he took me by the shoulders to inspect me. 

"You've just become the most charming little thing, haven't you?" He smiled at me so warmly that I felt a little glow come over me. 

"Thank you, Mr. Young," I think I blushed, too. 

"What's this 'Mr. Young' stuff? You can call me Randy while you're here, okay?" 

"Yes, Randy." 

"That's better," he chuckled, "now I smell something good cooking! How 'bout we get to that, huh?" 

The six of us went back in and were son sitting down to dinner at the kitchen table and we had a lovely conversation about my day so far, getting used to the house rules, and about Randy's day at the bank he owned. It was when we retired to the living room that I noticed there was no TV and no radio. I wondered what they did for fun and Anna saw my lost look and chatted with me about how they didn't let the outside world into their world with the girls. The girls were playing with dolls and Randy was reading a newspaper while Anna busied herself with working on what looked like a nightgown. I found a book with some old stories in it about some guy named Ivanhoe and was really enjoying myself when Anna broke my reverie. 

"Christie, why don't you come and I'll show you how to help the girls with their evening bath?" 

We padded off to the bathroom and I was surprised to see that while the rest of the house was so old fashioned, the bathroom was really very nice, even though all the brass and wood made it seem to match the rest of the house. Anna got the water going and the bathroom steamed up in a pleasant way. 

"Kimmie!," Anna called to the three-year-old, "Bath-time!" 

"Yes, Momma!" was the ever-obedient reply as the little girl came running. 

The little girl came into the bathroom and held her arms up and Anna swooped the dress of of her in one motion. It was cute as the naked little thing jumped into the water and it splashed about a bit. 

"It's the one thing where we let the girls misbehave a little so you have to deal with it a little differently." Anna said this as she turned her back to me. 

"Would you be a dear and unbutton me?" 

I just kind of gaped at her for a second. 

"Christie, I want to wear this dress tomorrow and I can't hardly do that if Kimmie gets it all wet, now can I?" 

Okay, that made sense. "Sorry, Anna, I just haven't ever..." 

She leaned over and kissed me on the forehead. "That's fine. I'm sure we're really weird to you up here in the woods with our own ways of doing things, but this is who we are and you're part of who we are for a while at least. You may as well get used to some surprises, now help me out of my dress." 

She turned her back to me and I undid the buttons down to her waist and it was then that I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. When she stepped out of the dress I noticed there were no panties, either. 

"Okay," she said, "turn around." 

I did as I was told, afraid to do so and afraid not to. Just as I thought, Anna undid my dress down to my waist. I held it to my chest as she motioned for me to turn around. 

"C'mon, Christie, we're big girls here." 

She gave me a motherly look and eased my hands from the dress and I stepped out of it. At least I still had my bra and my satiny Victoria's Secret panties. 

"Christie?", her look was clearly impatient, "Kimmie's water is going to get cold. Now give me that bra and those awful panties." 

It wasn't in me to disobey so I was soon bare and Anna had my undergarments in her hand. 

"Hmmm. Size three on the panties and..." she fiddled with the tag "...34C on the bra. You are growing up, aren't you?" She smiled at me. 

"Okay, c'mon and let's clean up some little girls!" 

The next thirty minutes was really kind of fun with water and laughter and a lot of playing around as we got the girls cleaned up and ready for bed. The girls went out to join their father after their baths and then Anna had me get in the bath and it was kind of neat to be a little kid again and have her be a mother to me as she cleaned me up. I dried off and we traded places and then she had me get into the nightgown that she'd be sewing for me. I went to reach for my panties and bra as I was about to get into the nightie. 

"None of that, Christie," she said as she took them, "those things are the Devil's own handiwork and you'll not be wearing those things in this house. Now you're not on your period so you don't need any drawers and if you do we have some. Girls your age get awful yeast infections from not letting themselves air out down there the way God intended and you're going to be healthy while you're here, you got it?" 

I nodded. 

She went on, lecturing me as we both stood there in the nude. 

"Don't you ever get itchy down there when it's hot?" 

I nodded 'yes' because, come to think of it, I did. 

"That's why. Now go keep an eye on the girls." 

She turned to the door as I pulled the soft and recently handmade nightie over my head. 

"Randy? Your turn, hon!" 

I walked out the door and down the hall and Randy smiled at me as he made his way to the bathroom where he properly closed the door. 

It was not that long afterwards when Randy and Anna came out in their nightclothes, Anna in her nightie and Randy in pajamas, to see the girls to bed. I went with Anna to tuck the girls in and then we both went back out to the living room where three small wine glasses were waiting. 

Randy handed both Anna and I a glass. 

"Christie, this is a little tradition of ours and I know you're not old enough to drink, but we'll make an exception for you tonight as we welcome you to our home." 

He held up the glass in a salute to me and Anna did the same. 

"Cheers!" 

They downed the wine and looked at me to do the same. Which I did. It was sweet and syrupy and the tang of the alcohol was rather pungent. I found out later that it was forty year old sherry from Anna's parent's vineyard. 

We sat and chatted and I kind of liked how they treated me as an equal and when it came time for bed we all three went to the master bedroom and Anna gave me a hug and then Randy did, too. It was strange to feel my little boobs squish up against Anna's ample chest and then when Randy hugged me I went to hug him in that way where you just lean in to someone, you know what I mean? And he just took me by the hips and pulled me close for a bear hug. I realized he only had just the pajamas on and his manhood became the very first to press against me like it did. 

I was a little dazed as Anna tucked me in and, I guess it was the wine and the busy day, but I soon fell asleep. 

I'm not sure when it was during the night, but I heard Anna whimpering and I heard the big bed squeak with a sort of rythym. I listened for a while and realization slowly dawned on me that not five feet away from me that Randy and Anna were making love. 

I didn't hear Randy leave in the morning but I did hear Anna as she came back to the bedroom to get me up. 

"C'mon sleepyhead, we've got work to do." 

Anna and I brushed each other's hair as we were getting cleaned up for the morning and then I helped her button up her dress. It felt sort of naughty to me as she buttoned me up in my dress; here I was getting dressed and I had no panties on and no bra on. When I went to the bathroom later in the day it was strange to not have to pull down my panties as I peed, all I did was lift up my dress and sit down and go. 

The day was a blur of activity and daily chores as Anna had me help Rachel with her lessons while she played with the other girls and then there was lunch and more lessons and chores and more playing and then it was time for dinner and then we were doing bathtime again. This time Anna stayed out with Randy and let me bathe the girls by myself and I followed the household tradition of doing so in the buff. It made sense to me now to keep my one and only dress dry because the laundry wasn't done until Saturday to conserve on hot water and just because it made sense to them to do all the clothes on just one day a week. 

When I got done with the girls there was no wine waiting for me as I went out to the living room and Anna and Randy took my place. 

Afterwards we chatted for a while and then it was bedtime. Again, I promptly fell asleep being as I was tried from the busiest day of my life 

The sky was clear on this night and the moonlight was shining brightly in the window when I woke up to the sounds of Anna and Randy making love again. My teenage hormones and curiosity demanded that I try to see what was going on and I turned in my bed as quietly as I could to see what they were doing. 

My heart was in my throat as I saw Randy naked in the moonlight. Anna was on her back with her knees on either side of Randy as his hips made a slow and steady motion back and forth at Anna's body. Her hands lovingly wandered over his body and caressed the muscled back that I could see so clearly in the moonlight. It was fascinating to see something up close that I'd only ever heard whispers about before. Without thinking, I sat up on an elbow to watch the loving parents of three children go about the business of trying to make number four. As before, Anna started queitly whimpering as Randy pushed harder at her. I thought for moment that she was uncomfortable but then heard her whisper, "Harder!", at Randy and I knew she was enjoying herself. Randy was soon making the bed noticably squeak and then Anna gave out a little shriek which I knew to be one of joy. Seconds later, Randy moaned a sigh that sounded like relief and it was then that I noticed he saw me looking at them in the moonlight. I instantly rolled over and feigned sleep while I heard Anna whisper something to him and then they giggled a little before we were all asleep again. 

Friday was a repeat of Thursday except that while I waited for the nightly bedroom activities to take place that evening none did. 

Saturday was a different routine. 

Anna awoke me and I saw that Randy was still in bed. We did our morning routine of brushing each other's hair and then we got dressed and made the breakfast. The smell of the coffee brought Randy and the girls out from their beds just as we were setting the breakfast on the table. Breakfast was a wonderful affair with laughter and giggles and food and then Anna told me to get the table and the kitchen cleaned up while she started the laundry. 

It seemed strange to me that Anna would go outside first to start the laundry, but that's exactly what she did. I was cleaning the dishes and the pans and watching Anna carry armloads of sheets outside. One by one, the girls went out to join their mother. Randy sat at the table sipping coffee as the ladies of the house busied themselves together. 

"I saw you watching us the other night." 

Crap. I was hoping to avoid this conversation. 

"I didn't mind. Really." 

He didn't? 

"You're eighteen and you're old enough to know about these things." 

I was in the middle of breaking a sweat when I heard a scream. I ran outside and Anna was holding a naked little Kimmie who had stepped on something and fell when she tried to get away from whatever it was. 

"Christie, please get Kimmie inside and settle here down. Tell you what, put her on your bed and close the curtains and we'll have her take a little nap to get over this." 

I did what I was told and soon had the little girl hushed away on my bed which was currently just a bare mattress. I put a light blanket over her and smoother her hair until she was asleep. When I figured she was sound asleep I went back outside and found the whole family naked with a big kettle boiling over a fire. 

Anna broke my trance-like state. 

"Christie, get your dress off and into the pot so we can wash it. We boil the laundry once a week to make sure any ticks are dead." 

Okay, again that made sense. I shucked my dress and it disappeared in the frothy, boiling water. 

I don't know what it was, but something made me look at Randy and I found him giving me the once-over. I was sure Anna would kill him for the way he was looking at me. 

"Anna, isn't Christie beautiful?" 

Anna looked at me the same way, more or less. "Yes , she is. You're really pretty, Christie. You're going to make a good mother, too, I bet." 

Randy nodded approvingly. 

The rest of the day we all went about our business naked and I even stole a few furtive glances at the strange looking equipment hanging from Randy's front. I tried to imagine that all inside of Anna and it just didn't seem to make sense when I'd look at Anna and she seemed so small down there. 

About an hour had gone by since Kimmie was sent to take a nap and she came out of the front door crying. Anna handed me the paddle to stir the laundry and admonished me to be careful before she went to attend to Kimmie. 

It turned out that Kimmie always cries when she wets the bed and today she had wet my bed. Oh, lucky me. 

Randy went into the house and brought my mattress out and threw it up on the metal roof of the chicken coop to dry up and air out. 

A short while later the laundry was flapping in the light summer breeze and I was amazed to see that our cotton dresses were dried by lunchtime. I was absolutely relieved to be covered by at least the dress for the rest of the day. By the afternoon the sheets were all dry and Anna and I made the beds, except for mine, while Randy kept the girls busy. 

We had our dinner and the sun went down and my poor little bed was still unfit to sleep on. 

"No problem," Anna said, "We'll make room for you in our bed tonight." 

Gulp. 

"That'll be nice." said Randy. 

Gulp again. 

I wondered about Randy and his manhood as I stripped myself and bathed the girls. I was and wasn't surprised when Anna came to the bathroom as I stepped into the water to mother me and she poured a lavender scented oil into the bathwater..."So we can smell like ladies tonight." 

As is common for the backwoods high country, an evening chill set into the summer air and when I reached for my nightie after Anna had had her own bath and dried off Anna gently took it from me. 

"We're friends, Christie, and you won't need that tonight." 

A knot entered my stomach as we padded out to the living room and Randy's eyes perked up as he saw us. He'd taken his own evening bath in the stream outside saying that he liked the bracingly cold water sometimes. From the looks of him at the time I now know that the water wasn't cold enough. 

There were three glasses of wine ready again and when we repeated our ceremony from the other night my throat burned a bit with the wine. 

"That's a little of my Everclear fortifying that glass of courage for you there, Christie. Hope you don't mind." 

I could only nod that I didn't mind, but I also had no idea what it was that I didn't mind. 

My head was a bit buzzed as Anna took my hand and led me to the bedroom. I'd had a few fears about the evening but the rush of the liquor did, indeed, take them away and I was relieved to climb onto the soft bed with the cool, white sheets. 

"Spread your legs a little, sweetie." I didn't bother to question, I just did it and Anna rubbed me down there with something cool and slick. 

Anna then lit a candle on a side table as Randy came into the room. 

"The girls are all asleep." He said to Anna. 

I was transfixed as Anna sidled up to him and kissed him while at the same time her hand sought out his manhood. I saw it rise up and was amazed when Anna knelt down and took it in her mouth and did things to it that I'd never imagined nor ever heard of. Randy's head went back in pleasure as she did what she did and then he came back up and kissed her on the lips as she rose from her knees. 

"She's ready." 

Randy nodded at her and then looked at me as if he were starving and I was a hamburger. Anna got up on the bed and cuddle up next to me and pulled my lips to hers and gave me what was my very first romantic and passionate kiss. I felt her hands on my breasts and then felt them wander down between my legs where her fingers started to do magical things to me. I felt my glow come up and felt myself relax with her touch. I didn't complain when she slipped a finger into me and the magic just got better. It was as if she knew everything to do to make me feel so special and warm inside. I felt myself answering her probing at me with my hips, I was trying to get more of this fabulous feeling into me. Anna stopped kissing me and turned to Randy who was at the foot of the bed. 




The Nanny



"C'mon, baby." 

Randy gently took my ankles in both hands and set them apart and then got up onto the bed. I was just about to close my legs together when he scooted up between them. 

"Shhh, it's fine sweetie." 

I looked up at him and he seemed to be so caring as he said it. 

Slowly, he laid himself on top of me and allowed his weight to crush me into the soft mattress. My lips were still wet from Anna's kisses when Randy's lips met mine and as we kissed his hands sought out my breasts and I swooned as he found the tender buds and massaged them. Anna then took my left hand and held it in hers. 

"You'll be wonderful as a mom." she said. 

With that she looked at Randy and nodded and then he leaned in and kissed me again. 

I felt his manhood nudge into my sex and a whole world of reason and understanding hit me all at once. 

"We....we can't do this...I'll get...I'll get pregnant!" 

Randy ignored my furtive plea and with my body helpless to his he started to make me a woman. 

He pushed and prodded at me several times and I felt his manhood poke and then slip between the cheeks of my butt before he pulled back to try again. I didn't notice Anna getting up from the bed as I was a little distracted at the time. But I did notice when Randy rose off of me a bit and swooned a little and then I felt Anna's hand massge me down there with the same fluid she'd put on me earlier. 

I gasped as Randy now slipped his mature manhood into me and the sudden fullness was shocking. I had a flash memory of the other night when he and Anna were in this same position and I realized that he was mating with me...he was treating me as if I were his wife. Reality crashed back as he withdrew from me ever so slowly and I thought for a moment that he might be done and then he slid all the way back into me again. I felt Anna get back on the bed just as Randy snugged his body all the way into mine and I felt his hairy crotch press up against my belly. It was almost a pinching sensation to feel that part of my body being squeezed between his manhood and his body. 

Anna reached between us and felt where her husband's body disappeared into mine. And then she was off the bed again and she took my feet in both hands and started to massage the soles of my feet with her thumbs. 

I didn't realize that she was getting me to relax and allow my legs to go up higher to allow Randy deeper into me, but then he pressed himself into this new place in me that his wife had convinced me to open up for him. 

I recall the thought at that moment that I was being fucked. 

He went on for a long time just thrusting into me and relaxing and holding himself in me and then periodically going for a while of going back and forth into me. It was wonderful. The candle was a quarter of the way gone when he started to keep a tempo going at me and Anna massaged my feet almost hard enough to hurt. I tried to pull my feet away from her and then Randy hooked his arms behind my knees at that exact moment. In the candlelight I saw Anna looking at me with a smile as Randy started to moan like he did with her. 

He slowed down and then alternated between pushing deeply into me and holding it and going back to his rythym in me. 

It was amazing when I felt him hold himself deep into my body and I watched his face as he closed his eyes and moaned. And deep inside my sex I felt his manhood swell and begin to pulse into me. It seemed forever as he held himself inside of me and filled me. I was utterly dazed when he finally withdrew from me and Anna swept in with a cloth to clean me up. 

Randy staggered off of the bed and then he and Anna kissed each other. The two of them went off to the bathroom together and at that point the alcohol and the hormones overtook me and I succumbed to sleep. 

I awoke when Anna got up out of the bed with the sunrise and was about to get out of bed to help her with the morning chores when she pushed me back down into the bed. 

"I'll take care of the kids. You stay here, okay?" 

I happily nodded and laid back down in the warm bed. 

Sleep was not why Anna had told me to stay in bed, though. 

Randy cuddled up to me from behind and wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his hairy chest. It was both pleasant and scary as he nuzzled my neck with his lips. I was much more sober at this point than I had been the night before and while his warm attentions were wonderful I had good reason to be scared. It wasn't very long at all when he reached down and pulled my leg over his and slipped his manhood between my legs. I made the mistake of trying to get out of the bed and inadvertently got myself into a better position for him. I felt his manhood slip right through my still moistened sex and let go a little cry. 

"Christie, I'm not going to hurt you," he whispered in my ear, "but you aren't going anywhere until this is finished and I hope you understand that." 

I said nothing as he pulled me close again and I tried to bury my face in my pillow. I felt him pressing himself at me and each time he did I managed to move just enough to prevent him from his goal. He reached a hand down to my belly and pulled me close and then pressed himself into me. I arched my back with the discomfort and caught my breath as he slipped into my body. I was so wide awake now. This was almost a completely new sensation from the night before as his manhood soon was all the way inside me. The battle lost, I allowed myself to relax a bit as he began to stroke himself in and out of my body. I really did try to hold back my response to him but my body ended up betraying me and I felt myself involuntarily begin to hump back at his manhood, meeting it as it plumbed my most intimate passage. 

I felt a strange need building in my body that I was trying to will myself to prevent. He knew what I was doing and he slowed and began to make the most torturously slow and deep thrusts. With each full penetration of me he'd grind himself against me and the need began to take me over until I finally surrendered to it. I couldn't help but spread my legs like some sort of slut as my body demanded his cock satisfy my sudden lust. I felt so ashamed as I let him wrap his arms around my waist and draw me closer to his need. He answered my own need with exactly the movement needed to make my pleasure all the more intense, it was like he was playing me like a piano, knowing exactly what keys to touch to get the music he wanted. I trembled as I had my very first orgasm and heard him grunt in satisfaction. 

He slowed himself as the crescendo of my pleasure ebbed and he allowed me to bask in the unwanted glow of the pleasure he had given to me. 

I turned and looked into his eyes and then just closed them and turned away as my body still responded to him as my lover. I was even more ashamed now having allowed myself to feel such amazing pleasure when I should be utterly destroyed. 

"Okay, sweetheart. Now it's my turn." 

His body crushed against me as he grabbed my knee and held it up to his side. His cock plowed into me with a fervor that began to seem unreal. My gentle lover was in steps becoming an impassioned beast and with each of his desperate thrusts he hammered his cock against my sore and tired cervix. 

Finally, he made me scream out in pain as he virtually impaled me with his swollen cock. His breathing was ragged and he moaned as I felt the length of his cock throb and pump into me. Each jet of his come into my sex made a queer tickling sensation in the depths of my body and, in my inexperience, I initially dismissed the feeling and just lay with him behind me as he continued to pump his pulsing cock into me and then suddenly realized that he was inseminating me. It felt beautifully warm, spreading and seeping slowly into my body from his tool. I let go of that feeling and again, I tried to get away but he drew me back, plunging his cock back into me where he wanted it. Then he just settled down and lay behind me with his cock still deep inside of me. I just lay there silent contemplating how my life had suddenly changed and how it was likely to change even more at this rate. 

After maybe ten minutes or so I felt him move a little inside of me. Then he did it again. And then I felt him start to swell inside me and then he idly placed a hand on my hip and used it like a kind of handle to kep me in the bed with him as his obscene cock probed into me yet again. This time it was like he had this urgency to complete this and he gripped me round my waist and I bit my lip as he plowed me with a renewed fervor. He clasped me tightly and it was terribly uncomfortable as he tried to get his cock even further into me than before. He immediately distracted me from the discomfort when I felt the strong spurts of his semen splashing deeply inside of me. 

It was September when I finally heard why this had all come to pass. 

My parents had essentially sold me to Randy and Anna and in return he forgave the debt on their house and daddy's business. 

Here we are ten years, four boys, and Lord knows how many orgasms later and I believe that this was the best thing my parents ever did for me.



The Nanny



The usual thanks to flim62. I was going off a little half-cocked and he put me back on track.

I know this isn't my usual fare, but, my wife was watching an episode of The Nanny the other night and this scene popped into my head. Fran Drescher in the role of Fran Fine quite simply trips my trigger. Her short tight skirts, black hose, long legs and spike heels fire my imagination. 

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Fran walked out of her bedroom to find Maggie, Mr. Sheffield's oldest daughter, on the verge of hysteria. As usual, Fran was seriously overdressed for a day of work as a nanny. She had on black silk hose, with a black garter belt, and, feeling a little naughty, no panties, black 3" spiked heels, a short black silk skirt, a white silk blouse under a bright red, raw silk, short jacket. She really made decent money as a nanny and virtually all of her income went for clothing since she had no living expenses, whatsoever.

"Fran," Maggie shrieked, "you've got to help me find my story for creative writing class! It was here on the dining room table last night but now it's gone."

"Maggie, sweetie, isn't it saved on your computer?" Fran asked.

"Yes," Maggie answered with exasperation, "but the copy I need has Mr. Crane's notes on it. He said we aren't required to include his suggestions, but if the story isn't great without at least some of his changes we risk getting a 'C' or worse on the paper. I can't risk that, if I'm going to get into Brown. I must turn the story in tomorrow and I was going to work on it in study hall today."

"OK, OK, I'll help you look. Was there anything else on the table last night?" Fran asked.

"Yes, there was a pile of Daddy's papers and they're gone, too." Maggie wailed.

"Uh-oh," Fran said, "you know your father probably took his stuff into his office and I'm sure he grabbed your paper by mistake." Fran stopped as she and Maggie looked at the closed office door with foreboding. "You know if you go in there, sweetie, you're going to get in big trouble. He's working on a new production and doesn't like his paperwork disturbed. He had a breakfast meeting this morning and he's not in there, otherwise you could ask him to look."

"Fran!" Maggie wailed, "Remember what he said the last time I lost my schoolwork? If I lose another paper I can't go to the prom. Don't let me miss the prom, Fran! Pleeeeeeeease?!?"

Fran stood there thinking and was biting her lower lip, a habit when she was nervous. She knew she would have to help Maggie, but, she might be in bigger trouble than Maggie if she got caught going through his office, again. The last time he fired her and the kids talked him into bringing her back. He probably wouldn't be so lenient if she got caught again. Even though she was secretly in love with Mr. Sheffield, and didn't want him angry at her, she knew her real responsibility was to Maggie and the other two kids. Fran assured Maggie that she would search the office, but Maggie needed to leave for school or she would be late. Fran figured she was OK for a little while because Niles was on vacation and CC was at the meeting with Mr. Sheffield and that meant she was home alone.

Fran cautiously opened the office door and as she hoped, it was empty. She walked over to the desk and started looking at the neatly arranged stacks of paper on the desk. Even though she was sure there was an order to what was there, she couldn't figure out what had been brought in the most recently. She sighed, knowing she would need to go through all the paperwork to find Maggie's paper, and hope she got lucky quickly. Fran started with the stack closest to the chair, hoping that he was currently working in that stack. It wasn't there. She was methodically searching each stack and ended up leaning over the desk to reach the stacks all the way at the front. Fran didn't realize two things at that point. By leaning so far forward her skirt had ridden up to the point that her very fine ass and her pussy were exposed and that Mr. Sheffield had arrived home and walked into his office behind her. 

He was very surprised to see Fran leaning over his desk. He was even more surprised to see her naked ass and pussy staring him in the face. Her manner of dress and tight sexy body, particularly her ass, had been driving him crazy for months. And now, confronted by the object of his fixation, his dick leapt to attention. His normally reserved, rational thought process abandoned him as he stared at her pussy framed by her thighs.

"MISS FINE!" Maxwell Sheffield shouted sternly. "JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?"

Fran wanted to die. Here she was doing what she had been strictly forbidden to do and she was momentarily frozen in place. As she realized she would have to confront Mr. Sheffield she decided she might as well get it over with. She would try to explain and then if she got fired, so be it. She needed to help Maggie. She stood and faced Mr. Sheffield and as she stood her skirt settled a little, but not much. She still didn't realize that she was exposed and that her pussy with its little landing strip of black hair was clearly visible to Mr. Sheffield.

"Oh, Mr. Sheffield, I'm so sorry, Maggie lost her assignment in creative writing and she asked me to find it." Fran whined. "She was afraid you would be mad and forbid her to go to the prom and she asked me to look for it. I know you told me not to do this but I really wanted to help Maggie. Please don't punish her."

Mr. Sheffield handed her a sheaf of paper and asked, "Is this the object of your search, Miss Fine?"

"Yes it is, Mr. Sheffield." Fran said in relief, looking at the papers. "Don't punish Maggie, please Mr. Sheffield!"

"Since it was my fault that I picked it up, I had no intention of punishing her, Miss Fine." Sheffield answered, all the while staring at Fran's pussy. 

Fran finally looked up from the papers and saw that Mr. Sheffield was not looking at her face. She followed his gaze and realized that he was staring at her naked pussy. She flushed red in embarrassment and felt her pussy tingle in response to his stare. To her horror she could feel her nipples harden and begin to poke through her bra, all the while Mr. Sheffield was staring. She dropped the papers and started to grab her skirt to pull it down. 

"Not so fast, Miss Fine." Mr. Sheffield said. "Pull it back up!" 

Fran stopped and looked at him. He was flushed and there was a wild look on his face that she had never seen before. She stood motionless with her hands on the hem of her skirt. She didn't do as he instructed, but she stopped pulling the skirt down.

"Now! Miss Fine." He ordered impatiently.

Eyes wide and with shaking hands she pulled the skirt up. 

"Higher." He said hoarsely, watching closely as she bunched the skirt around her waist. "Now lock the doors."

Her pussy and ass fully exposed, Fran walked unsteadily to the door leading to the dining room. Locking it, she proceeded to lock the door to the outside; she could feel his eyes burning on her ass. Walking back, his eyes never wavering from her pussy, she stopped in the place where she had started. Because CC had not yet returned, neither Fran nor Mr. Sheffield thought about the door to her office.

"Take off your jacket and blouse." He instructed; his voice thick with desire.

This was something about which she had dreamed, being naked in front of Mr. Sheffield, his eyes as filled with lust as they were now, just not like this. Tears formed in her eyes as she took off her jacket and blouse, embarrassed to be stripping in front of him. But, she was also confused. Her pussy felt like it was on fire and the juices that were forming in her pussy felt like molten lava. She was torn and confused, her head didn't want it like this but her body was screaming 'YESSSSS'.

She had removed the clothing that he instructed and she crossed her arms across her chest, covering her frilly, lacy white bra. Mr. Sheffield was now telling her to remove her skirt, but to leave the garter belt, stockings and heels on. In a flash she was nearly naked. He was unable to clearly see her breasts, though the light red, almost pink nipples were straining and clearly evident through the lacy material of her sexy bra. His eyes were now fixed on her chest, even though her breasts were mostly covered by her arms.

"I want to see them." He whispered, almost to himself, his eyes flicking up to hers. "Take it off."

"Mr. Sheffield, noooooo." Fran whined. "Please, haven't you seen enough?" She pleaded.

"Take it off." He repeated.

Reaching behind her back, Fran popped the clasp on the bra, shrugging the straps down her arms. Cupping her hands over her breasts, she held the cups in place and her eyes pleaded silently with him. He continued to stare at her breasts and finally she allowed her hands to fall away. Her b-cups stood proudly on her chest, punctuated by the silver dollar sized, ruby tipped nipples. There was enough sag to her tits that there was no doubt that they were real and very sexy. 

His breath caught in his throat as he beheld the goddess in front of him clad only in a black garter belt, black silk stockings and spiked heels. He knew she dressed provocatively, had great legs and a killer ass, but was completely unprepared for the awesome sight of her naked body. As a producer he had seen some outstanding bodies, mostly thrown at him by women trying to get acting roles in any way possible, having occasionally indulged, but he had never seen anyone that compared to Fran.

Sheffield dragged his eyes up to her face and noticed the tears for the first time. "Miss Fine, you have been throwing yourself in my line of sight for years, isn't this what you want?" She stood there motionless, giving no response.

He started unbuttoning his shirt, his chest coming into view for the first time. While he wore well tailored clothing, most people would not know how hard he worked to stay in shape. His trim waist below a lightly muscled chest had never drawn a complaint from the ladies with whom he occasionally spent time. Fran seemed to be transfixed as she watched his body slowly come into view. He dropped his suit pants, followed closely by his boxers and he was standing there as naked as she was, his dick standing straight out from his body.

He walked around his desk and circled behind Fran. As he stepped up closely behind her, his cock brushed that beautiful ass and she jumped a little. Reaching around he cupped her breasts and twirled her nipples. Her tits were firm without being hard. They were smooth and warm and filled his hands like they were made for him. He realized that he was holding the sexiest naked body that he had ever seen. He was struck by the fact that she had been throwing herself at him for some time and he generally ignored her. He realized he was a self-centered idiot.

As he ran his hands down her stomach towards her pussy she shivered, evidently with desire. She sagged back against his chest and ground her ass into his cock. His cock slipped between her cheeks and bumped against her rosebud. Fran jumped at the contact, but adjusted her body so that his hard cock was slipping and sliding along her pussy. She was becoming wet and her wetness was lubricating his cock and their contact was warm and sensual and he was beginning to feel the familiar tingle. He couldn't remember being this turned on by merely touching a woman. She moaned lightly, so he knew that she wanted this as much as he did. Pressing against her, he nudged her forward until her legs bumped against the desk. Withdrawing one hand from caressing her marvelous breasts he gently pushed her forward until she was lying face down on his desk, bent forward at the waist. 

Using his feet he spread her legs so that her pussy was gaping wide open. He slid down her back, kissing and licking the entire way. He kissed and licked her butt cheeks which elicited a little giggle. Finally, he reached his destination, her pussy, which was now leaking profusely. He spread her pussy with his thumbs, which increased the flow so it was running down her legs. Sheffield began lapping at the honey that was running freely from her pussy. Every time his tongue made contact, Fran jumped a little. He licked up and down her legs stopping short of touching her pussy every time. At first, aside from jumping, she did not react to his tongue. As he went along her hips started swaying and squirming and dipping, trying to encourage him to lick her pussy. He continued to avoid contact, driving her wild with desire.

Bypassing her pussy, he started licking and kissing her butt cheeks again. He continued up her back until his nose was nestled in her hair. He kissed the back of her neck and she shivered in anticipation. He ran his hands around to her marvelous breasts to cup and enjoy the feel of them again. He marveled, again, at how they fit his hands so perfectly. Sliding back down he kissed his way down her back past her ass, giving a lick and a kiss as he passed by, all the way down to the back of her knees. He licked the hollow at the back of her knees and her knees buckled. Sheffield started back up her legs until he arrived back at her pussy. This time, he allowed his right thumb to slide up into her pussy. He rotated his left hand to allow access to her clit, which was straining to find contact. As soon as he touched her clit, she wailed that she was cumming and started flailing around on the desk. He shifted his hands again and shoved his left thumb into her roiling cunt and his right thumb into her ass, rubbing them together inside her. Upon doing that, it took all his concentration to keep contact with her because she was shaking and wobbling all over the place. 

"Mr. Sheffield!" Fran cried, "Please fuck me, I need your cock, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me!!!!"

Sheffield lined his dick up with her pussy and plunged all the way to the hilt in one smooth stroke. Fran tensed up and threw her head back and screamed that she was cumming again. Sheffield started sawing his cock in and out of her pussy and she was screaming at him to fuck her harder and faster. Sheffield grabbed her hips and started hammering her as hard and fast as he could. The coupling was so intense that he knew he would not last and soon the tingle in his balls grew to the boiling point. 

He grunted that he was cumming and Fran begged "Don't pull out, cum in me please cum in me."

Ever the gentleman, Maxwell Sheffield complied, holding Fran's ass hard against him, pumping wave after wave into her waiting cunt. When he was done he collapsed on her back, gasping for breath. After several minutes he felt her cunt muscles greedily pulling at his dick, which was, amazingly, still hard.

"Oh, Mr. Sheffield, that was amazing! And you're still hard. Can you go again?" Fran pleaded. "Can I turn over? I want to see your face this time."

Sheffield withdrew and Fran rolled over onto her back. As he nudged his cock against her pussy again, she put a hand to his chest and stopped him. "Mr. Sheffield, this is gonna kill my back, can we lay down on the floor?" Fran asked.

"Certainly, Miss Fine." Sheffield answered.

Even though they had just wildly fucked, neither one considered calling the other by a less formal name. It didn't seem appropriate.

Fran lay down on the floor and Sheffield slipped between her knees and into her still pulsating cunt. His cock was seeking the warmth of her pussy, almost like it had a mind of its own. Instead of the wild lust filled coupling that had just taken place, this was gentler with a slow steady pace. Fran lay on her back, eyes closed with a contented smile on her face. Sheffield continued to rock into her. This was destined to take some time and both seemed content with that.

Suddenly, the door to CC's office opened and CC stepped into Sheffield's office. At first she was engrossed in a paper that she held. The motion in front of her got her attention and she looked up to see the couple fucking on the floor in front of her. She had also been in love with Sheffield for a long time and seeing the two of them broke her heart. A sob escaped and Sheffield looked up. Acting with absolutely no shame, he stared at CC's breasts bubbling out of the black scoop neck blouse that she had worn under her discarded white linen jacket. His eyes flicked between her eyes and her jiggling tits. Whatever reserved nature that normally controlled Sheffield's behavior had abandoned him on this day. CC's tits had always fascinated him and he decided he wanted to see them. He mouthed 'Show them to me' to CC.

Realization that Maxwell wanted to see her tits and wanted her to take them out right now, right here, both repulsed and excited her. She dropped the paper and stood motionless, her chest heaving with every breath.

"CC, I want to see you naked." Maxwell said as Fran's eyes flew open. "Take your clothes off! Take them off now!" He said firmly.

Fran looked back at CC and then looked up at Mr. Sheffield, who was still pumping her pussy wonderfully. When Maxwell raised his voice it startled CC and her hands went to the zipper at her waist. As she unzipped it Sheffield's pace in Fran's cunt increased. Despite the weirdness of the situation Fran was responding and she could feel yet another orgasm rising within her.

CC's white linen skirt hit the floor and she stepped out of it. In a bizarre kind of mirror image, CC had on a white garter belt, white silk stockings and white, high cut satin panties, which were demure, yet very sexy. Sheffield nodded for her to take off the blouse and once she did, the 'Bizarro World' effect was complete. Where Fran's bra was white, CC's was black. Once the bra was in the open, the jiggling breasts were explained. Her bra was a half cup and built almost like a shelf that was holding her tits up for the world to admire. Her nipples were clearly visible and very erect. She obviously was aroused by the situation very much.

CC unhooked the front clasp bra and her tits dropped, not much, but the bounce was exquisite. Maxwell looked pointedly at her panties and back at her face.

"Maxwell, no, please don't make me do this!" CC pleaded. "I can't be naked in front of you and Nanny Fine. This is too embarrassing."

"CC, I want to see you as naked as Miss Fine. I want to see and smell and taste your pussy. I want to know if you shave your pussy. I want to see the ass, your ass, that I have wondered about for years. Is it as firm as I have imagined? Will your ass welcome my finger when I probe it while I'm eating your pussy? Will you cum from just having your pussy touched by me?" Maxwell was speaking softly but intently to CC.

CC's eyes were becoming unfocused as she listened and imagined all the things that Maxwell was describing. Her breath changed and she broke out in a light sheen of perspiration. She realized that she wanted all those things and more. Her clit had begun to throb and her pussy began to moisten. As Maxwell watched, she peeled her panties from her body. Her pussy, with a fine coating of white blonde hair slowly came into view. CC pushed her panties to the floor and kicked them away. Now all three of them were, if not completely naked, then nearly naked, and all of their important parts were exposed.

"Come here, CC." Maxwell said softly and CC walked over to them.

Sheffield was still steadily fucking Fran and it was obvious from the expression on her face that she was close to orgasm. Her eyes had drifted closed again and Sheffield took advantage. He whispered to CC that he wanted her to sit on Fran's face. CC shook her head violently, but Sheffield was having none of it. CC's strong, firm legs parted and she settled over Fran's face. Fran's eyes flew open and she twisted her head to the side to avoid CC's dripping cunt and clamped her mouth shut. Again, Sheffield was having none of it. He grabbed Fran's chin and turned her head so that Fran's nose was in CC's cunt and if she wanted to breathe she'd have to open her mouth. When she opened her mouth CC's juices dripped in and Fran was forced to drink. Fran's eyes widened as she tasted the first cunt she ever experienced and found the taste to be very appealing. Tentatively she stuck her tongue out to lick CC and Sheffield had never seen such a long tongue. Fran reached up and licked CC's clit and then swirled her tongue around it. CC squealed in delight and ground her cunt down on Fran's face. Fran continued to work her tongue around CC's cunt, first licking from top to bottom and then plunging deeply into the cunt. Her tongue was so strong that she was able to wind around inside and CC went wild. Fran was worming her tongue inside CC and CC was shrieking, "Oh god Fran, right there, no the other way, oh, oh, oh shit oh there, aaaaaaaarrrrghhrhrhrh....."




The Nanny



Satisfied that Fran was now an eager participant, he set to work on CC's tits. He licked and chewed and sucked until the nipples were sticking out an inch. At the same time he was working on Fran's tits and her nipples were almost as long as CC's. Fran pulled her face away from CC's cunt long enough to warble that she was cumming again. Maxwell then pulled out of Fran's cunt and backed away. CC's eyes opened and he pointed to Fran's pussy that was oozing with his spunk. CC saw his spunk and gave another squeal and dived into Fran's cunt. 

CC had not touched a woman like this since college. She and her roommate Caitlyn had experimented and had briefly lived together upon graduation. CC thought she had left those feelings behind, but, seeing Fran's naked body writhing beneath her brought it all back. CC thought that Caitlyn was the most beautiful and seductive woman she had ever known, but, seeing Fran like this was making her reconsider. CC began to wonder if the irritation that she always felt upon seeing Nanny Fine was truly because she didn't like her or that she was seriously attracted to her and CC's practical conscious mind was trying to keep CC's subconscious from pushing it to the top. 

Fran's pussy was sweeter, juicier and more beautiful than Caitlyn's had been. CC was thinking all of this as she was cleaning Maxwell's spunk out of Fran's sweet cunt. Once it was all out, all that was left was the honey that Nanny Fine was feeding CC. CC was captivated by the look and feel and taste of Fran's body and she was trying to match Fran's intensity as she ate Fran's dripping honeypot. CC ran her tongue to the bottom of Fran's cunt and dipped into the nanny's winking rosebud. Fran's hips bounced off the floor and she giggled and squealed her approval. 

Maxwell crawled around to the side of the girls and gently started pushing CC onto her side. When she went over, he continued to push until Fran was on top. CC began moaning and squeaking that she was cumming again on Fran's face as the girls continued their 69.

He had only cum once, was still painfully hard and he wanted to cum again, but there was something else that he wanted. He went into his private bathroom and retrieved some lotion. Fran was still bent over CC and her ass was in the air. Sheffield wanted that ass and was determined to have it. He drizzled the lotion onto Fran's ass, working it into the nanny's tiny butthole. As CC was working on Fran's cunt, Sheffield was working his fingers, first one then two and finally three into Fran's ass. 

"Mr. Sheffield, what are you doing?" Fran panted. "That feels wonderful!"

"Miss Fine, it's only going to get better!" Sheffield said.

Withdrawing his fingers, he lubed up his raging hard-on and lined up behind her. "Miss Fine, I want you to relax as much as possible. This might hurt at first, but, I promise that you'll love it."

Slowly he pushed into what he assumed was her virgin asshole. Fran resisted at first and then relaxed as the head of his dick popped through. He kept going until he was in her ass all the way to the hilt. Her sphincter muscle was the longest and deepest he had ever felt. It squeezed his dick along the length of it, leaving just the head free of the clenching squeezing muscle. My God was she tight. He waited until her breathing returned to normal and then withdrew. Slowly they found a rhythm until he was almost fully pulling out and then slamming back in. If he hadn't come earlier he would have lost it right away. Fran started moaning that she was coming again and the squeezing of her asshole from her orgasm pushed him over the top and he started pumping into her ass. Finally she collapsed on CC and when she did his dick plopped out, completely spent. He rolled off of Fran and CC pushed Fran off of her and got up. Maxwell looked up at CC and she looked really pissed. 

"How long has this been going on Maxwell?!?" CC fumed.

"Gosh, CC, I don't know, what time is it?" Maxwell answered.

"Are you telling me this is the first time you've fucked Nanny Fine?" CC demanded.

"Yes, it is, CC." Maxwell answered. "I know it sounds trite, but it just kinda happened." 

"Well, I never!" CC exclaimed.

Sheffield smiled tiredly and said, "CC, you can't say that any more, because now you have. Unless I miss my guess, you will some more, because Miss Fine and I are not going to stop and my bet is that you will not want to abandon me to that hot body, or that you are not going to miss a chance to have at that hot body again, yourself."

Of course he was right and now every day after the kids leave for school and Niles goes shopping, it's playtime for the three of them.



The Nanny



As my first year of college came to an end, I started looking for accommodation for the next year. I'd check the university's housing office every morning, and just as things were looking particularly bleak I found an interesting offer:

"Professional couple require not more than 15 hours child-care per week for an 18-mo boy, starting September, in return for room and board. Contact Prof. J. Mackay, rm. 315 Tate Hall, x. 2145"

I'd never been a child-care worker, but I'd been a baby-sitter all my teenage years, and they wouldn't be advertising here if they wanted someone with Early Childhood Education credentials. More importantly, John Mackay was a popular -- and dreamy -- young chemistry professor in my own faculty. Everybody liked him, and it seemed safer than moving in with strangers.

I decided right away to apply for the job, and headed across campus to Tate Hall. To my surprise, he greeted me by name when I knocked at his office door:

"Christie! Hi. What can I do for you?"

I'd been in his introductory chemistry class in first term -- there were 50 of us there and while I was a good student, I didn't think I'd ever done anything to attract his attention.

"uh... Hi. I didn't know you even knew my name! I came to apply for your nanny position."

"I try to remember all the students who aren't likely to drop out in the first year. I also know that chemistry was an elective for you and hope you realize that if we give you the job, I'll devote a lot of effort to ensuring you change your major.

"Do you have a resume?"

"Sorry, not with me, I was just looking for a place to stay next year -- not looking for a job. But I can bring you one tomorrow morning."

"That's great, but if you can get it for me by this evening, how about you come over for dinner and meet my wife -- the real employer? She has to interview you anyway -- you can't imagine I could be permitted to select the person we'll be entrusting our first-born to, can you?" He laughed, but I was sure he was deadly serious.

My head was in a whirl at the speed this was happening, but I told him I had a resume in my dorm, and he offered to pick me up there at 6. 

Back in my dorm room, I quickly modified my resume to stress my baby-sitting experience (who knew THAT would be the most important thing I could mention!) and printed it off. Then I thought about what to wear to the interview. First, it's dinner, so let's not wear something that will show if I spill! Then, they want a nanny, so formal is probably not required, but I don't want to show up in jeans. And finally I didn't have a clue what Mrs. Mackay was like. I didn't want her to think I was a slut, only interested in the dreamy Professor John, but I did want her to see me as a woman -- someone who could be trusted to look after a young child. I finally decided on a print dress, that came up high enough to show almost no cleavage, but low enough to show not much leg. The sort of dress, depressingly, that my mother would have recommended. Oh, well. Life is about compromise. Mom would have said that too...

I took the dress off again, planning to take a shower, but I had over an hour to kill before Professor Mackay came to pick me up. John Mackay... 

I sank back in the one comfy chair in the room and thought about John Mackay. Dark wavy hair. Piercing blue eyes. More muscled than you would expect from a chemistry professor. Always a smile that suggests that the two of you are sharing a private joke. Before I even realized what was happening, my left hand hand had lifted my bra and was twisting my nipple, and my right had wandered under my panties and started to tickle my clit. I imagined John coming to me, telling me how things just weren't working with his wife, and me commiserating. Hugging him and saying that everything would work out, but then feeling the bulge in his pants. As we both realized what was happening, leaning towards each other and kissing, first tenderly, then with hunger, as we ripped off each others clothes. 

As the fantasy evolved, my fingers moved faster, and thrust deeper. Pretty soon, my pussy was drenched and I had three fingers plunging deep while I thumbed my love button. I stopped myself just long enough to reach into the draw beneath my bed and pull out the 8 inch vibrator. This was not a job for three stubby fingers, and I couldn't get any deeper without tearing my arm off. I sank back in the armchair again, turned on the vibrator and imagined John poised above me. His glorious cock thrusting in and out, in and out. I came in wave after wave and when it eventually stopped I was exhausted. Thank God my roommate had already gone home for the weekend!

I dragged myself into the shower. Thinking I needed to come down after that, I tried turning the shower on cold, but that just made my nipples harden and I turned the heat back on. I poured shampoo on the vibrator and started to clean it, but as the shampoo foamed it looked like cum. Immediately I was back in my fantasy. John was in my shower with me, reaching around to wash my tits, I could feel his cock between my legs. I leant forward but instead of pushing his rod into my pussy, I felt it pressing against my ass. I moaned a feeble "no", but he kept pushing, and then he was in. It hurt at first, but then the well-lubricated vibrator was past the sphincter, and sliding more easily. I'd never been fucked in the ass before, and was surprised to find how much I liked it. As John thrust deeper and deeper, I fingered my pussy. Finally, as I felt him release his load, I came all over my hand, and collapsed in the shower.

Eventually, I realized I was sitting on the floor of my shower with an 8 inch dildo embedded in my ass, and not more than 10 minutes left before John came to pick me up. Making a quick decision, I reached above my head for my razor and lotion, and began to shave my pussy. When I finished, I stood, pulled the vibrator out of my ass (the sensation almost sending me back into the fantasy!) and washed it. After I finished my shower, I dried off quickly and put on my sexiest panties and bra. Nobody was going to see them tonight, but if I was going to wear an old-lady dress, I was for-damn-sure going to feel like a sexy nymphet underneath!

I looked out the window just in time to see a black BMW pull up in front of the dorm. I didn't know any students who could afford Beemers, and it was 6 o'clock, so it had to be John. I threw on a pair of comfortable sandals and ran down the stairs to meet him. As I slid into the passenger seat, my skirt rode up my thigh, and I could sense John staring at my legs. Again, my nipples stiffened, and my clit throbbed. But he just said "Hi" and threw the car into gear as I wrapped the seatbelt around me. He then concentrated on driving the 20 or so blocks to his home in the least possible time. Men!

As soon as we pulled into his driveway, John's wife came to the door to meet us. 

"Cathy, this is Christie -- she wants to be our nanny in the Fall."

I could barely speak. If John was "dreamy", Cathy was a full-out hallucination. She was stunning. While I'd had one sexual experience with a woman, and it had been fun, I had always only really been attracted to men. One look at Cathy had me wondering if I'd ever fantasize about John again. At about 5' 9" she was an inch shorter than me, and overall a little slimmer, but she had enormous tits, and her low cut blouse was showing her cleavage to its best advantage. Her straight black hair hung to her waist, and below a very short skirt were the longest, most perfect, legs I'd ever seen. I felt myself longing to run my hands up those legs and under her skirt. I've always thought myself attractive, but beside Cathy I felt completely inadequate.

"P-p-pleased to meet you Mrs. Mackay", I stammered.

She looked me straight in the eye, with a Mona Lisa smile that suggested she knew exactly what I was thinking, and said:

"Oh, my name's not Mackay -- just call me Cathy. Come on in."

Cathy and John read my resume, and introduced me to their toddler Kevin. He was a curious little fellow, and I got down on the floor with him and played awhile. As I did, both parents watched attentively, and I couldn't help feeling they were both paying more attention to me, than to my interaction with their child. Still, I was new to this family, and Kevin was their only child, so they'd be understandably concerned about me. Finally, Cathy announced that dinner was almost ready and told John to put Kevin to bed. I offered to help, and stayed to read him his bedtime story before John kissed him goodnight and we left for the dining room.

Over dinner, Cathy explained that she was pregnant again, and that by the Fall she felt she might need a little extra help with Kevin, but that he was in day-care and it would only consist of dropping him off and picking up at the day-care centre on days when John couldn't and occasional evening baby-sitting. Of course, the baby was due around Christmas and, while both Grandmothers could be counted on to be present for the immediate event, they hoped that I might be willing to take on some extra hours of care for pay in the new year.

"Do you mean I got the job?", I asked.

"Of course!", said Cathy. "John had made up his mind before he called me this afternoon."

"He told ME that he wasn't allowed to make those kinds of decisions", I said. 

Cathy laughed. "I have utter confidence in his choices", she said mysteriously.

After dinner, we relaxed over coffee, making arrangements for the coming school year. Comfortable as I felt with these people, I was anxious to leave. I could hardly wait to get back to my dorm to masturbate again. Whenever I glanced at Cathy she seemed to be looking at me with that same cryptic smile.

When John offered to give me a ride back to the dorm, I accepted gratefully. Cathy got up from her chair and came over to me. 

"I know you have a summer job back home, but if it doesn't work out for any reason feel free to come here early. Just let us know when you're coming."

With that she put her arms around me and hugged me tight. As her tits rubbed against mine, it was all I could do not to moan. 

Cathy whispered into my ear, "Welcome to our family, Christie." Then she kissed me full on the lips! As I gasped with surprise, her tongue darted inside and briefly touched mine. She stepped back and gave me that smile again. I'm sure I flushed bright red. I stammered a good night, and almost ran for the car. As I rounded the car and John stepped out under the porch light, I could see an enormous bulge in his pants. He'd been watching! And he was turned on! I wasn't sure what to think, but fortunately John drove back to the dorm with the same intensity as our earlier ride, and I was quickly able to say goodnight and run inside to my room. Thankfully it was the end of term and few girls were left around to stop me as I raced up through the hallway.

In my room, I tore off my dress and slipped my hand inside my lacy pink panties. Thinking of that kiss, I imagined it was Cathy's hand on my pussy, Cathy's tongue once again probing. I felt Cathy push me back on my bed, her hands roaming up my thighs, then tugging gently at my sopping panties until I lifted my hips slightly and she slowly drew them down my legs, exposing my newly-shaved pussy. She moved up above me, slowly working her fingers into my soaking crack as she unbuttoned her blouse, showing me her beautiful breasts, with large dark nipples peeking over a half-bra. 

"You want these, don't you?" 

"Ohhh, yes! Please...", I moaned, fingering my own nipples as I released them from my own bra. Cathy bent down over me, giving me her left nipple. Reaching up, I fondled both breasts while taking the nipple between my lips. I rolled my tongue around it, marvelling at it's size. Both of us were breathing heavily now, and she knelt upright again, giving me a chance to do what I'd wanted to do hours ago. I ran my hands up her thighs, as Cathy removed her bra, freeing those wonderful boobs to hang above me. Reaching under her tiny skirt I gently pulled down her black lace panties. As she lifted first one knee and then the other to free them, I got a close look at her own shaved pussy, already dripping with juices. As she straddled my face, I grabbed her ass and drew her down so that I could inhale that wonderful scent. Cathy pinched my nipples brutally, while I licked and nibbled her clit, plunging my tongue deep into her love tunnel. As she bucked and squirmed, I plunged my fingers into my own pussy to lubricate them, then worked my index finger into her ass. She rode my face even harder, but now leaned down to tongue my own cunt. I came immediately with a scream, as Cathy did the same. I lapped and sucked wave after wave of her lovely honey before we both collapsed, spent.

When I awoke, Cathy was gone of course. I wondered how I was going to last 4 months before I got to experience her (again?) 



The Nanny



I started a new job as a live-in nanny to a 9 month old baby girl. The mother had died tragically in a car accident and the father was a single parent without any outside help. The father was an accountant and worked long hours, was rarely home, and expected some light cooking, house-keeping, and keeping the front and back yards tidy. 

The father, Philip, had one extra bedroom next to his master suite, and he insisted I move in and be there 24/7 6 days a week. I was allowed one full day off to go and do as I pleased.

It was about five months into my nanny job, and I enjoyed being with Karis (the baby) and felt comfortable at their home. Philip was hardly around, and rarely said a word about how I was doing. I figured he must be pleased with my job performance. 

I did find Philip to be handsome. Not in a total hottie and hunky way, but just simply clean-cut with graying hair at his temples, receding dark patch of hair on top of his head, a solid chest and good-sized arms, his blue eyes crinkled up when he smiled, and I knew he worked out at a local gym so he had some muscles on him. 

I really didn't act as though I'd noticed him. I wanted to remain totally professional and keep myself in line around him. Little did I know, my employer had noticed ME!

One morning when I awoke, which happened to be on my birthday, the house seemed strangely quiet. I didn't hear the baby in the nursery so I went to check on her right away. She wasn't in her crib, so I went into the kitchen to find Philip sitting at the kitchen table, drinking his coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up at me as I came in, smiled at me, and said "Well good morning, birthday girl, hope you slept well?" I was a bit taken by surprise at his friendliness and replied "Morning. Where's Karis?" Philip put the newspaper down on the table in front of him and said "I made other arrangements for her until tomorrow morning. Don't worry about her, she's fine. I knew your birthday was coming up so I decided to surprise you with an extra day off and spoil you a little bit." 

The shock on my face must have been amusing because he started laughing. "I didn't expect this at all, Philip, I could have taken care of her. It's no big deal, you know? I can always do something nice for myself on my day off." Philip shook his head, got up from the table and walked over to me. "You have done such a wonderful job here, and I won't be able to give you a raise right now because I have to keep expenses down. The least I can do is give you an extra day off for your birthday and take you out for dinner tonight. Please just let me do this for you, Kristine?" With his right hand he gently brushed my cheek. All I could do was nod. "Happy birthday, my dear." Then he kissed me quickly on the cheek. 

His lips were very soft, warm, and gentle. I felt my heart my pumping wildly. I felt myself blush and pulled away from him. "Thank you so much. I really didn't expect you to do this for me." I said softly. "Just relax today, enjoy your day off, and I'll be back in a few hours." Philip told me. I have to go into work for a bit, but I'll be back about 3 o'clock" 

Before I knew it he was gone to work, and I had the whole house to myself. I sat down on the sofa in the living room, surrounded by the silence, no sounds of a baby, and nothing to do. I turned on the stereo, put on some soft easy-listening music, and fell asleep. I felt warm lips grazing my forehead, and a hand gently shaking me awake. I opened my eyes to find Philip bent over me with a smile on his face. "Hey there, sleepyhead. Ready to go get something to eat?" 

I sat up quickly and felt myself blushing again in embarrassment. "Philip! I'm so sorry .... I guess I fell asleep and now it's late!" As panic filled my voice, he sat down beside me and pulled my into a hug. "Hey hey hey. It's okay! You were suppose to just take it easy today, remember? It's only 5 o'clock so we have the rest of the evening ahead of us, okay?" His arms felt so comforting, and as I inhaled the smell of his cologne I found myself hugging him back. When we pulled apart, his face just inches from mine, he whispered "I also have a little gift for you, alright?" All I could do was nod my head because words seemed to have left my mouth just then.

I ran to my room, took a quick shower, and slipped into the only dress I had. It had a very short hemline to just about mid-thigh, and a deep V-neck that showed off my large breasts. When I met Philip in the living room he just stared at me open-mouthed. He said nothing, closed his mouth, and we left for the restaurant. I felt some tension in the air between us in the car, and his hand brushed mine a few times but he never fully grabbed mine. It was as if he was afraid to. 

The dinner at the restaurant was very nice, rather romantic, and the food was delicious, but I couldn't eat very much due to the butterflies in my stomach. Something told me my life was about to change that night. 

We chatted a little, but I noticed Philip kept opening his mouth to say something .... and then change his mind and fall silent. It was very frustrating to me. I already felt we were going a bit beyond employer-employee boundaries, but I couldn't help WANTING him to blurt out whatever it was he wanted to say! I realized I wanted him to make some kind of "move" so I knew where things were headed.

After dinner, we went to an outdoor park to watch and listen to a band for a while, and it got to the point I couldn't stand it anymore so I made the first "move" on HIM. I slipped my arm through his and laid my head against his chest. I was surprised when Philip didn't object or push me away, and instead drew me closer to him an kissed the top of my forehead. "Let's go home, love." 

Love? Now where in the world had THAT come from?! He had never indicated ANY feelings towards me since the day he hired me to be Karis's nanny! Whoa! What was next?! Feeling completely reckless now I turned my face up to his and whispered in his ear "Yes, Philip. Take me HOME!" He looked me straight in the eyes and KNEW what I meant by that! Grabbing my hand we left the park and drove home. 

As soon as he shut the front door behind us and with the lights still off, Philip grabbed me suddenly from behind, spun me around, pushed me up against the door and started kissing me furiously! "I want you, Kristine! I want you NOW!" Our tongues meshed and wrestled together as he started stripping my dress off of me and I started tearing off his tie, dress shirt, and running my hands over his broad chest. "Oh Kristine! I want you, sweet girl!" He keep saying over and over again. "I want to explore you, kiss you all over, TASTE you, and make you cum in my arms!" He pulled away to look into my eyes for my answer. I just nodded and he picked me up into his arms and carried me into his master suite.

By the time we landed on top of his king-sized bed, our clothes were completely off and he was on top of me. Our mouths, lips, teeth, and hands were all over each other as we kept telling each other things like "God you're so beautiful!", "Kiss me, baby!", "Please baby take me!" and "I've wanted you for so long!" I felt Philip's hard cock against my inner thighs and was pleasantly surprised at how big he felt. "Oh my God, Philip! Please take me now!" 

He crushed me under him, threw my legs up over his shoulders, and thrust inside me without hesitation. I moaned and screamed my pleasure as he did as I asked. I was surprised at his ferocity and stamina for someone his age, and his eagerness to please me. He pinned my wrists down on the bed at one point, pulled his hard cock out of my pussy, and said "Tell me baby what you want! Tell your boss what you need! Scream it, darling!" 

I was so turned on by his words that I didn't hesitate to scream at him "Ohhh! Don't stop! Don't stop fucking me, Philip! I want more!" I was grabbing at him now frantically, but he held his cock away from my body. Kissing me hard he then said "Scream it then, my love, and I want you to cum for me! Cum hard for Philip!" 

I began screaming out my demand for him and he finally threw himself into my pussy all the way to the hilt this time. Grinding and drilling me harder, I felt my body start to clench down on him and I started trembling! "Ohhhhhh my GOD, Philip! Philip!" I yelled as I clung to him. "Come on, baby, cum for me, my love!" At that I came so fast and so hard I started crying as I screamed my pleasure. 

Philip then slid out of me, pulled me into his arms, and rocked me until my orgasm subsided. Kissing my face, my eyelids, my tears away, he lifted my face up to his. "Oh my darling, you are so beautiful! You are even more amazing than I ever dreamed, sweetheart!" he told me. I stroked his face as I felt my sticky wetness trickle over our legs. "But you never came into me, Philip. I wanted you too so much!" He grinned broadly and answered "There's plenty of time for that, love. Don't worry." 

We kissed and cuddled for a while longer in his big bed and then we took a shower together. After drying off, he pulled out a gift-wrapped present from under his bed and handed it to me. "Here. This is for you, Kristine" I took the present and sat on the edge of his bed and slowly opened it. My jaw dropped open at the sight of a red lacy skimpy nightie, and 5 strips of what looked like silk bandannas. 

"What ..... what's with the bandannas, Philip?" I asked him in astonishment. I sly smile crept across his handsome face. "It's part of my surprise, my love, but you'll need to trust me, okay?" He kissed me sensuously and picked up the silk bandannas. "First go into the bathroom and put on that sexy nightie for me. I want to see how it looks on that lovely body of yours". I smiled shyly at him and said "Alright. Anything for you, baby. I do trust you completely." 

I went back into his master bathroom and slipped on the nightie. As I was adjusting it, I heard Philip in the other room on the phone. I tried to catch what he was saying, but couldn't make anything out. The nightie was tight and skimpy on me and held little to the imagination. The chemise part of it was damn near see-through and it clung to my breasts making my nipples stand out. I grinned into the mirror even as I blushed a bit, and went back into Philip's bedroom. 

He snuck up behind me and draped one of the silk bandannas over my eyes tightly and tied it at the back of my head. Kissing my neck he then pulled my wrists behind my back and tied them together with another bandanna. "Philip? What are you up to?" I asked giggling. "Just trust me, my darling, I'm here with you and you will enjoy this I promise you."

He continued to rub his chest against my back, my wrists tied between our bodies, I couldn't see a thing through the bandanna, and Philip kept kissing and nipping at my neck and shoulders. He had one hand around the front of me caressing my left breast through my nightie, murmuring "Ummmm ...... you are so sexy and so gorgeous." His words and hot kisses made my nipples harder and my pussy start to get wet again.

"Come here, my girl." He pushed me forwards until I felt my feet and legs hit the side of his bed. He helped me lay down on my belly with my head to the side. Then I heard the front doorbell ring. "Just lie there now, sweetheart, and relax, alright? I'll be right back." He told me. "But who is here?" I asked him suddenly in alarm. He didn't answer me and I heard him walk out of the bedroom. 

What in the hell was going on? I wondered. I heard the front door open and shut, and then I thought I heard two male voices talking quietly to Philip. It didn't sound like anyone I knew. Puzzled, I managed to roll myself over onto my back. This was awkward with my wrists bound underneath me. "Uh oh ..... looks like somebody got herself into an uncomfortable position, Phil old boy!" a gruff laughing voice right next to me exclaimed. "Who is that?" I demanded. "What's going on, Philip?!" His familiar hand was on my cheek stroking it reassuringly. "Ssshhhh it's okay, my darling, relax. I just invited a few of my good friends over to help celebrate your birthday." 

Realizing now what my employer-turned lover was planning for me, I started to yell, kick, and wiggle all over his bed in protest. "NO! No way! Philip how could you?! I trusted you! You brought in total strangers to molest and rape me?!" Philip was laying beside me and trying to hold me and soothe me. "Sweetheart no! Please calm down! I swear to you we won't hurt you, and you will only feel total pleasure!" I continued to protest and fight him, and then he said "Darling, since you don't believe me then I guess we'll just have to SHOW you!" 

I fought and hollared like a wildcat, but being that there were 3 of them, I was blind-folded, and partially bound, I was helpless and vulnerable. Before I knew what was happening I had my wrists untied from behind my back and re-tied at the head bed posts, and my ankles were also tied and bound to the foot of the bed. Now spreadeagled for their perverted enjoyment.

Philip continued to whisper into my ear and tried to soothe me, as I felt someone pull down one of my shoulder straps and expose one meaty breast. A hot, moist mouth closed over it and went to town on me. Then I felt hands slowing and sensuously rubbing and massaging my legs, knees, and upper thighs. Whoever it was was also kissing, licking, and biting at my flesh sending electric jolts through my body!

Philip pulled down my other shoulder strap, started suckling on my other exposed breast, and flung one leg over mine to pin that side of my body down so I couldn't fight them. I could feel Philip's cock twitching and hardening. Inspite of my fears, my shock at what was happening, and trying to block everything out, I felt my body responding to their ministrations. 

I suddenly felt hands spread my inner thighs apart as far as they would go and a tongue slid into my pussy without any warning or "warm-up". Someone's mouth closed over mine as I tried to yell in protest. My screams were drowned out by his invading hot tongue, and the tongue in my pussy was working it's magic spell on me. 

My body started to shake and my pussy juices were bubbling out of me now involuntarily. Philip pulled away from my breast and the guy kissing me stopped. I felt a cock head sliding over my lips trying to gently force me to take it. "Come on, sweetheart, please take it." Philip begged me. 

I didn't want to at first, but I knew I was now in love with this man, and I wanted to please him. I slowly opened my mouth wide and wet my lips. His cock fully hard now slipped easily into my mouth and I began to suck on him. As I did that, I had forgotten about the guy who had been deep-throating me with his tongue a moment before, and he was now sucking and biting hard on my breasts and nipples, fondling me, and talking sexually to me. 

My body and pussy began betraying me as I felt my first major "climax" coming to the surface, and I came so hard that I almost passed out from the sheer strength of it! Philip's cock muffled my yell a little bit, and the guy between my legs was eating me out like there was no tomorrow. He was mumbling how tasty my sweet pussy was, how beautiful and wet it was, and how he couldn't wait to fuck my wet pussy. As sick as it was, I couldn't help getting more excited at the thought that I might get fucked by 3 men!

Philip then pulled out of my mouth just as he was cumming on my face and chest. The other guy lapped me up clean, even though it came from Philip. He then switched places with Philip and poked his short but thick cock towards my mouth. Philip took over running his hands over my chest and suckling on my breasts. Then the guy between my legs pulled back from me all of a sudden, yelled "Shit! I'm gonna cum already, sweetheart!", and he shot his creamy goo all over my thighs, pussy, and belly.

Philip went into the bathroom and got a washcloth and towel to clean me up. As he was cleaning the goo off of my pussy he noticed me moaning a bit with his friend's cock still in my mouth, and started rubbing my clit with the warm damp washcloth. The more I moaned the more he rubbed and teased me. I shook my head to release the cock from my mouth and yelled "Philip! Oh God, please fuck me now, baby! Please! I can't stand it anymore!" 

Philip threw the washcloth aside, climbed between my legs, and bore into me like a mating stag. As my orgasm was coming to the surface, one of the guys said to me "When you cum, sweetheart, I want your pussy juice to come into MY mouth, you got it?!" I was so delirious with pleasure I just nodded my head in assent. Just as I knew I was about to explode I shouted "NOW! I'm gonnacum now!" Philip pulled out and the guy threw himself between my thighs just in time! Rush after rush of my pussy juice squirted into his hungry mouth. He didn't seem to miss a drop! 

"The next time you cum, my love, I'm gonna give you all of MY load!" Philip then told me. He continued to keep himself hard and "ready" for me, as he watched me get licked and cleaned dry. The guy then moved away as the other guy who had been staying out of the scene for a few minutes, climbed between my legs and started to very slowly fuck me. Enough to tease, tantalize, and make my body crave for "release". As he made me squirm, cry, and beg, Philip moved in to make sure he was right there in an instant. 

The pussy-eater was chomping on my breasts again, and sealed his mouth over mine as I felt my body lurch right up off the bed. He pulled away quick, yelled "She's cumming, Phil!" and drove his tongue down my throat as I felt Philip thrust as hard as he could into me with his hardness. As I bellowed into the pussy-eater's mouth, I came hard and fast. Philip yelled "YES MY LOVE! YES, CUM FOR ME!" and then he came in me at the same time. Our juices exploding inside me and coming together one sensuous wave. The other two participants then shot THEIR loads over me ..... onto my face, throat, breasts, nipples, belly, and some spurts even got into my hair. 

I then passed out from total exhaustion and don't remember if anything else happened after that or not. I woke up sometime later that night in Philip's bed, with him fast asleep next to me and an arm draped protectively over my naked waist. His two friends were gone, and I felt strangely clean inside and out. I woke Philip up with hot sexy kisses and he responded in kind. We made love two more times before daybreak.

Philip proposed to me 3 months after that night, and Karis became my brand-new daughter.

Just goes to show you that you can't judge a man based on a little gray hair around the temples!



The Nanny



He grabbed her hand before she could fully turn from him. She drove him crazy. Made him feel like he couldn't control himself. 

"Where the fuck are you going?" 

He saw her cut her eyes when he swore at her. Her brown checks flushed a soft red. God, he had to keep her.

"Evan I am going home. I am not going to do this," she gestured to her surrondings, "anymore."

"One little thing and you run." He goaded her and pulled her closed. She wanted to walk away from him, but he was bigger than her, stronger.

"Yes, Evan, I'm running away." She used her shoulder to flip her black curls over her shoulder. She slumped and stared at him harder.

"I would really hate for Henry to come in and catch us like this," He knew the kids were her weakness. Hell, he wouldn't want his nine year old son to come in and catch him tangled up with the nanny either. But he knew Allyson was very sensitive to this. 

Ally blew out a breath, "Fine. Come by tonight." 

She yanked her slim wrists free and walked to the door. She felt his eyes locked onto her ass encased in her dark denim jeans. She didn't look back.

"Dude, Jack, we are screwed." She hit the pipe another time and made eye contact with her tabby cat.

His yellow eyes thinned as if to agree with her. They were indeed screwed. Eversince Allyson Scolter had started fucking Evan Harper, her life had been easier in some key ways. Her rent was paid, her bills, her landlord didn't give her a hard time. But now that she was going to break it off, all of that was going to stop. No more extra cash for a pedicure or a massage. She would be back to living by a teacher's wages and barely getting by. The knock on her door surprised her. It shouldn't have. He probably had the code for her gate by now, even though they had just changed it on her request.

She looked through the peep hole and took him in. He looked younger than his 41 years. He was tall and pretty fit for a guy his age. His dark blonde hair was beginning to gray and he kept it short. Ally had seen his college photos from the late eighties and often thought he was one of those guys who get more handsome with age. 

She shook her head and refocused. She was ending this thing with him. She was the summer nanny, not his mistress.

"Hi." Her voice was clipped. He noticed it right away. He longed for the days when she met him in a bra and panties and a lazy smile on her juicy brown lips.

"Hey beautiful," 

Ally rolled her eyes and opened her door to let him in. Evan immediately knelt down and greeted Jack. That had been one of the first things that had made her like him. And the way he treated her cat. Almost like he loved him as much as she did.

Evan sat on her small couch and smirked at her. He patted the space beside him. 

"Sit down kid." 

"I'm not..."

"A kid. I know, I've heard it." 

It was their typical exchange. He insisted that to him she was a kid even if she was old enough to be a teacher and old enough to be in his bed. He watched her with his own kids and found it endearing how she played imaginary games with them and enjoyed it.

He watched her walk to him. He hips looked amazing in her jeans. She wore a yellow top that sparkled on her dark brown skin. Her hair was curly and all over his head, just like he liked it. He took pride that she had started to be more confident with him. She admitted that she had gained about ten pounds since her last boyfriend and was insecure with her body. He had shown her time and again how secure he felt about her body.

"What is so important?" She blinked her eyes at him in that way that she does. Looking at him slowly and waiting.

"I have to be with you," he leaned toward her trying to pull her mouth to his.

"No Evan. This is over. I can't sneak around behind Mary's back. I like her, I respect her."

"I do too." And he did. He respected his wife; it was just that neither of them wanted to fuck each other anymore.

"Shut up. How can you say that?" She pushed away from him further.

"Ally, I'm going to tell her. I'm going to tell her and I'm moving out and I'm going to talk to the kids. Don't go to work on Friday."

"No! Don't do this," She covered her eyes with her hands, "please. Don't put the kids in this. Don't take their dad away."

"I'm never going to leave my kids." He pulled her close, almost on his lap. He knew this was sensitive to her. She had grown up with no father.

He saw the liquid on her checks and then registered that she was crying. He wiped her tears and pulled her head down to his chest.

She felt safe like that. Like she could forget. That was how all this had started anyway, she wanted to forget.

"Ally, stop!" Henry cackled. 

Ally had the little boy on the ground and was tickling him mercilessly. Seline his five year old sister was on top of him.

"Okay, okay. CC we got him." She helped the little girl stand up.

"Just kidding!" Henry jumped up and attacked his favorite adult in the whole word. Ally fell back laughing. 

Evan opened the front door and watched as the young black woman played with his kids. She was so amazing. They loved her and she clearly loved them. They had found her at Henry's school. She was a teacher there and was looking for summer work. He watched his son tickle the pretty girl under the chin and found himself envying him. It wasn't that he didn't love his wife, but it had been, Jesus, how long since he had touched a woman.

"Daddy!" Seline ran to him. He grabbed the petite five year old blonde girl and spun her in the air.

"Hey baby girl. Henry what are you doing attacking Ally?"

"It's the tickle game Dad. I was winning." Henry walked over to his dad and gave him a half hug.

"Yes, he definitely won." Ally was embarrassed as she got up. Mr. Harper was a nice man, but he wasn't that much older than her and it made her feel weird to be sprawled out on his living room floor in jean shorts and tank top.

"They have so much fun with you Ally." Evan spun around and saw his wife walking in the door. 

"Hi babe." He kissed her cheek and she brushed by him. It was rare for his wife to be home this early, but she had to come stay with kids so Ally could leave and Evan had to go back to work.

"Well, I'm going to take off. I'll see you tomorrow guys."

"Bye Ally." The two kids said in unison. 

"Evan walk Ally out. It's dark out." Mary called from the kitchen.

"Yes dear." He said sarcastically and smiled at Ally. 

He tried not to watch her ass as she walked. He and Mary hadn't been intimate in so long. He had always thought Ally was cute. Cute curly hair, nice body, smooth brown skin, but only lately had he started having vivid dreams of her. Dreams that involved her sucking his cock and riding him hard. 

"Thanks Mr. Harper."

"Please call me Evan."

"Right, sorry." She got into her car and put the key in the ignition. Nothing. No way, she thought. Evan knocked on the window. 

"Hey, you live right up the way right? Let me give you a lift on my way to work."

She didn't have to think about it. It would be a two minute ride with a hot dad she worked for, no problem, "Thanks."

Evan ran in to let his wife know. He came back on with his suit jacket on and unlocked his Porsche. Ally awkwardly climbed in. She wasn't a fancy car girl. They rode in silence. Her apartment was right up the way.

"You have AAA?" He asked, shifting gears.

"Yep. I'll have them come tow it tomorrow. Damn car. Oh, sorry." She put an embarrassed hand to her mouth. She tried not to curse around her parents.

"It's okay. I know you're human." He smirked and she felt a tingle.

"It's on the left here." Evan slowed down and pulled up to the gate.

"Thanks," She turned quickly and before she knew it her lips were pressed against his. She enjoyed the soft touch of his lips for moment before she realized what she'd done.

"Shit," She sat back, "I'm so sorry."

Evan sat dazed. He thought he was imaging her soft lips against his. He opened his eyes slowly. He saw the fear and regret in her eyes. She blinked her eyes slowly, deliberately. He took her face in his hands and pulled her to him again. She felt his tongue pushed between her lips. Her breath caught in her throat. She opened her eyes and peered at the beautiful man kissing her. She relished in the feel of his stubble against her smooth skin.

"Come in." He breathed in a deep voice. 

She nodded, leaned over him and entered the code. Evan let his hand slip under her white T-shirt and rub her smooth, dark skin. It was softer than he imagined and he felt his cock get harder. She sat back and directed him to her parking spot. He followed her like a predator up the stairs to her apartment. She unlocked the door slowly, giving him time to press against her.

"Open the fucking door." He whispered in her ear. 

As soon as she pushed the door open, he was on her. One had around her waist, the other slamming the door.

"You have to go to work," She whispered breathlessly.

"Fuck it." He turned her around and slammed her against the wall. He laughed a little. He was the boss. He didn't have to show up if he had more important things to do, and this was more fucking important.

He pulled back from her and studied her face. Her lips were swollen and she bit down softly on her bottom lip. He brushed a curl from her face and stared into her deep dark eyes. She was so fucking hot. How had he controlled himself this long? He pulled her t-shirt up roughly and took in her tits. Her brown globes were encased in a purple bra. They weren't huge like his wife's, but they were pert and soft. In one motion he pulled her shirt over her head. Her black hair bouncy. He smiled devilishly at her. He wrapped his arms around her body and unsnapped her bra. He pulled it down and took in her beautiful body. He felt her arms come up and try to cover her body.

"No." He pulled her arms down. He kissed her neck hard. He pulled her arms over her head, holding them with one of his hands. He used his other hand to unzip her jeans. He pushed them down until she was standing in front of him in just a pair of polka dot boy shorts.

He bent his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He flicked it gently at first. He heard her moan and let go of her wrists. Her hands landed on the back of his head urging him on. He began to suck on her nipples. Taking the chocolate kisses in and squeezing them with his lips. He switched from one to the other. He looked up and found her eyes locked on what he was doing. She smiled down at him gently and he bit down.

"Fuck," she gasped and tried to pull away. He laughed against her body and began to lave at her bruised nipple. 

When she stopped struggling, he let his hand wander down to her pants. He let his hand rub her over her panties. Feeling her wetness.

"Oh, Ally, you are so fucking wet for me." He kissed her neck and started to push his finger into her. She gasped.

"You want me to fuck this pussy baby?" He pushed her panties to the side and pushed his finger inside of her.

She nodded her head in response. Evan looked into her eyes and shoved two more fingers inside her, "Answer me." He swirled his fingers around in side her slowly.

"Yes, fuck me." Ally was holding her breath as she felt his fingers deep inside her. He pulled his fingers out and began to rub her clit slowly.

"You are so hot Ally. I've wanted you since I saw you. Those fucking jeans you were that cling to your ass." He growled and took her lips again.

Ally felt her stomach flip. She would never have dreamed that Evan Harper would be this forceful, this hot. She gasped against his mouth as he rubbed her clit harder and faster.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what baby," He whispered against her mouth. 

She squirmed against his fingers. He pulled his hand away. His eyes became dark and he began to undo his tie, stripping down to his briefs. He still wore the stripped tie loosely around his neck. He had a good body. Not chiseled, but tight. 

They stood in front of each other naked. Ally began to think. What the fuck was she doing here naked with Evan Harper!

"Don't." He saw it in her eyes and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard.

"Bedroom?" He mumbled against her lips.

She pointed down the hall. He lifted her until she rested over his shoulder. He cared her to the bed and threw her on her stomach. He took in the site of her bent over, her brown ass in the air.

"Don't move." He used his large tan hand to hole her waist. He took her pussy lips, glistening, waiting for him. He began to touch her. Gently at first and soft. Then he felt his cock get harder and he touched her the way he wanted. He put his fingers inside her, listening to her squeals. Evan used his other hand to steady her ass. He didn't want her to miss a moment of his fingers fucking her. He slammed his fingers inside of her. Ally felt like she was coming apart. Every time his fingers slammed inside her, she felt something deep inside her want to explode. When he stopped she almost whimpered.

"Turn over baby." He commanded.

She caught his blue eyes and saw them grow dark. He had plans for her. She reached for his cock and ran her fingers down its length. Ally's deep pink lips parted at how hard he was. She tried to sit up, to take him in her mouth, but he was on her before she could move. He pulled her head up to meet his cock and pushed into her soft wet mouth. He sighed and let his head fall back.

"Fuck," he breathed.

Ally let her tongue swirl around his shaft. He started to push himself faster into her mouth. She started to gag and Evan wanted to cum right there in her mouth. She was like his fantasy come to life. All the things he had masturbated to while Mary lie on her back.

He let go of her head and she fell back on the bed. Her lips curved into a smile. He wanted to wipe that look off her face. He got off the bed and pulled her legs with him. He flipped her over and leaned close to her ear, "What's so fucking funny kid?"

He let his hand come down hard on her ass. She squealed surprised and tried to move away from him.

"Mr. Harper." He almost came right there. Hearing her call him that. He spanked her again. Watching her ass move with each slap. He pushed her further over the bed and pushed the head of his cock into her.

"Shit," He grunted as he pushed himself all the way inside her. She lay still. He could hear her moaning.

"Do you want it Allyson?" He moved a little inside of her.

She tried to sit up, but he pushed her body back down, "Say it."

Allyson felt him so deep inside her. Her ass stung from his slaps. She felt so full, so hot, and so good. She rocked back into him a little. She was repaid with a sharp slap on her ass.

"Fucking say it." Evan said in a cold voice.

"Fuck me." She had barely finished her sentence before he was pounding into her. The only sound in the room was their skin slapping together and Evan's heavy breathing. 

Ally let her mouth drop open. She spun her head around to see him, but he pressed her further into the bed and fucked her harder. She gasped.

"Who's fucking you Allyson?"

"You are," she said quietly, embarrassed.

"Who?" He finished his question by pistoning into her hard and fast.

"Oh god, Evan, you're fucking me." She moaned out. 

He rode her ass hard and fast. His fingers gripped into her juicy ass cheeks and he could feel his whole cock inside her warm wet pussy.

"Come in me." She moaned.

"You want me to cum in you Allyson? You want me deep inside you?" He pounded her black pussy hard. He could feel his balls tightening, he was so close. 

"Yes, Evan, please." When she begged him like that¸ used his name like that, he came hard inside her. He held her hips tight against him as he spurted over and over. 

"Shit," He muttered as he let her go and lay beside her. She turned over and looked at him. 

"Get out."






The Nanny



It'd been a long time since I had sex. 

My wife and I have been married for over 10 years and usually had sex regularly. At least every other day, sometimes several times a day. Ann used to have a fantastic body. We met when we were both in college and hit it off right away. She is very petite. 5'2" about, 105 pounds, long brunette hair down to the middle of her back, and a figure to kill. She worked on her figure constantly, starting every day in the gym. Her hard work had definitely paid off. Her body was perfectly toned with a flat stomach, tight firm ass, and the most beautiful C-cup breasts that I had ever laid my hands on. Before I met Ann, I had slept around and had been with many women. Once I met Ann, I knew she was the woman for me and I had never strayed. Sex between us was great. She loved riding me and we would often try new positions. My only complaints, if any, was that she hated giving me a blow job and would only do so when she was on the rag and that she would never try anal, something I had never done but really wanted to try.

As I said we had a great sex life. Ann was on the pill for the first five years of our marriage; until we were ready to start a family. But after almost 5 years of trying, we had almost given up hope. I was pretty sure the problem was her and not me. I even jacked off in cup to prove that I was as fertile as they cum. Fortunately Ann's parents are very wealthy and offered to help us try fertility treatments. The docs decided to put Ann on some sort of shot to help us get pregnant. I had heard all of the nightmares about the mood swings and irritability but for us that wasn't an issue. I actually enjoyed giving Ann the shots, and she was in a constant state of arousal. I would come home from work and she would jump my bones. We had sex every night when I got home, before going to bed, and again in the morning. 

Ann's periods have always been very regular. I even remember her telling me with some disappointment that she would be on the rag for her birthday, several weeks before her birthday. When her 37th birthday came, and her period didn't, we were both excited and nervous. That night we went to the drugstore together and bought an EPT. Sure enough we were going to become parents.

Things went well early on. She had very minor morning sickness and was as horny as ever. I loved watching her body change. The first thing I noticed was her tits becoming more sensitive and increasing in firmness and size. We continued to make love constantly. I think the sex was even better because we no longer had the stress of trying to get pregnant. A few weeks in, we discovered that we were going to have twins.

Then the bottom fell out. Ann was about 20 weeks along, when one night she wasn't in the mood. I knew that was a bad sign. She woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and was having labor pains. I knew it was too early and I was in a total panic as I drove her to the hospital. Fortunately, the docs were able to stop things. However, they said she was having multiple complications. They put her on total bed rest, and worse of all, said no sex! I was a dutiful husband. Every morning I brought her breakfast in bed and prepared her lunch before leaving for the office. As for the no sex rule, I started taking a lot of cold showers and jacked off regularly for the first time since high school. But I loved Ann and promised her I would remain faithful. Ann tried to help out with the occasional blow job, but something about the pregnancy had made her gag reflex really bad and she couldn't even take me in.

The doctors scheduled a C-Section for the 34th week and we hoped that Ann would make it that far along. Meanwhile her parents offered to hire a nanny for us when the babies were born. I was invited to help interview the candidates, but instead left that up to Ann and her mom. Ann told me that they had the perfect woman, a 20 year old nursing student at the local community college. She had one semester left to go, but was taking the summer off anyways. Ann said she was perfect, and I trusted Ann. I was told that Ann's mom would arrange everything and the Nanny, Lynn, would move in the day Ann got out of the hospital and be with us for two months.

Ann could not stand what was happening to her formerly perfect body. All that hard work at the gym, and now, in her words, she looked like a beached white whale. And the very thought of a C-Section was terrifying her. However, her curves growing belly, and now huge tits turned me on beyond belief. Though she had no energy to do anything, every couple of nights, she would let me cum all over her tits and face. I would stand next to her naked body by the side of the bed and caress her breasts while I jacked off. She would massage my balls, pulling on my ball sack as I stroked my 8 1/2 inch dick ever so slowly. I would sometimes slap it against her large brown nipples and she would moan in pleasure. Then once I came, it was my job to make sure she was cleaned up. A few times, I even licked her off and then gave her a long passionate kiss and we shared my jizz between us.

One night, Ann awoke with a scream. She was having pains again and thought she was in labor. We were a little over 32 weeks. I rushed her to the hospital. Almost as soon as we arrived, out popped Andrew. He was premature at 3 lbs 7 oz, but they thought he would be alright. They whisked him away to put him on oxygen. Ann thought she had escaped the dreaded C-Section. But where was the second one? Ann was in heavy and hard labor for a couple of hours. Finally, the Doctor said the second one was breech and he would have to try to turn it around. After an hour of labor, they decided to do a C-Section to bring out the baby. They rushed Ann into surgery and pulled 3 lb 10 oz Amy out. However, Ann had lost a lot of blood and would be in the hospital at least week. And so were the twins. They quickly moved from the ICU to regular nursery and despite their size did well.

The day before Ann was to come home, my mother called me at the office to let me know that she had moved Lynn in and that she would be home when I got home. That night, I went straight from work to the hospital to spend time with Ann and the kids. I left at 9:00 and headed home.

As I walked in the front door I could hear the TV on in the family room. I shouted, "Hello Lynn I'm home." 

A very young woman greeted me in the hall, "Hi you must be Steve." 

She looked like she was about 17 but I knew she was 20. I must've stared at her face for a long time because all of a sudden she said, "are you okay?" 

"Sorry, I'm just really tired," I responded. 

The truth was I could not believe how much this girl look like Ann. Her facial features were so similar yet different. Like Ann she had long straight hair down the middle of her back, but Lynn was a redhead. Her eyes and nose were the exact same shape. But, where Ann's eyes were brown Lynn's eyes were blue. They were both about the same height and had the same perfectly shaped mouth with pouty little red lips. Though their figures were very similar, Lynn was smaller on top and still had some baby fat around the middle. She was wearing loose pajama bottoms and a baggy T-shirt clearly with no bra. My mind wandered to what Ann would have looked like before I had met her, because I was sure it was something like this.

I told Lynn I was going to get something to drink and asked her if she wanted anything. She went back to the family room turned off the TV and I joined her there a few minutes later with two beers. We chatted for awhile about her expectations of the job, rules of the house, and her background. 

Lynn had broken up with her boyfriend a few months earlier and moved back into her parents house. She couldn't stand being back with her parents which was why this job seemed so perfect. I tried to keep the conversation serious and businesslike, but Lynn seemed to be flirting with me. She had a habit of leaning forward while talking allowing me unfettered views of her firm breasts down the neck of her shirt. I think I also caught her staring at the involuntary bulge in my pants. At about midnight I said good night and headed up to my bedroom.

I tried to go to sleep. But all I could think of was Lynn. My dick was painfully hard and stretching my boxer briefs to the max. I definitely thought about walking down to the guest bedroom and throwing myself at Lynn. I was sure she wanted it. After several months not having sex all I could think about was how warm wet and tight her young pussy would be. But I knew I couldn't. I couldn't cheat and I couldn't do that to Ann. Instead I started jacking off. Slowly rubbing my dick up-and-down while my left hand rubbed my stomach and my chest. After a few minutes I switched to just massaging my balls. Then using my own saliva for lubricant I started faster and faster paying special attention to my cock head. I could not believe how hard I was breathing and how fast my heart was beating. It felt so good. When I finally came it was unlike I had ever cum before. My whole body spasmed as my dick shot out wad after wad. Some even landed on my chin. I laid there, spent, and out of breath. Finally I got up to get some tissues to clean off. As I stood up I felt dizzy and I could feel my legs start to buckle. I cleaned up and went back to bed and fell sound asleep.

The next morning I picked Ann and the twins up from the Hospital. As soon as we walked in the door, I realized how much of a help Lynn was going to be. She fed the twins, rushed to their every need, changed every diaper. It was a godsend for Ann, who was so tired and exhausted that all she could do was sleep.

Over the next few days, Ann tried pleasing me. But she was very weak and tired. She occasionally started a hand job, but found herself to weak to finish me off. We did however cuddle a lot, but my mind kept turning to Lynn.

Lynn, it turns out was a major tease. Not only did she wear skimpy and revealing clothing around the house, but it felt like she was constantly flirting with me. One night, I got up from bed to look in on the twins when I found Lynn in the bathroom. She had left the door ajar and was standing with one leg on the toilet shaving her pussy. Ann never shaved her pussy. I found myself staring as Lynn gently pulled her labia aside and ran the razor over it. I had not seen a smooth pussy since I was in High School and dated the star of the Swim Team. Lynn's pussy lips were beautiful. She had just the right amount of baby fat on them and they closed all the way when she was not pulling at them, revealing just a slit. 

I am not sure how long I was watching, when Ann, without even turning around, looked at me in the mirror and said, "I could use some help, I can never see everything in the mirror and alway miss a spot." 

"Um, sorry, I stammered, Sorry, if I embarrassed you." 

I think I turned bright red. She turned and looked at me, standing there completely naked. 

"Oh, no worries, I don't embarrass easily."

Wow, her body was beautiful. Her breasts were high and firm, looking like perfect half grapefruits. Her areolas were small and highlighted her hard nipples. And her stomach was just a little bit paunchy, giving her an innocent sweet look. I backed away. I am sure she could see the huge tent in my pajamas. I never even looked in on the twins, I retreated to my room, headed to my bathroom and jacked off. I barely touched my dick, when I exploded hot cum all over the bathroom sink.

I don't know how I survived those first few weeks. Ann was doing better, but for the first time in her life, had no sex drive. She constantly apologized to me and I would hold her as she fell asleep letting her know that it was alright. And to make matters worse, Lynn kept teasing me. After Ann fell asleep each night, if I was up and about, Lynn would be walking around in skimpy pajamas, or even worse, lingerie. One night, I couldn't sleep so I went downstairs to see if anything was on TV. As I approached the Family Room, I could hear that the TV was already on. I peeked in, trying not to be noticed. There on the couch was Lynn. On the TV was one of those softcore pornos that HBO has on late at night. Lynn had her shirt up over her tits and was rubbing them. I watched as she brought her fingers to her mouth and then very slowly and gently swirled them around her nipples. I backed away, hoping she had not seen me. 

I thought I had made a safe escape, but the next morning, as I was drinking my coffee, Lynn said to Ann, "wow there are some weird things on HBO in the middle of the night." I almost spit out my coffee.

About a week later I was on a huge deadline at my office. I knew I would not be home that night and let Ann know. I originally anticipated pulling an allnighter, but we finished quicker than I anticipated. At about 3am I headed home. I pulled into the garage and walked into the house, As I approached the family room my jaw almost dropped. There was Lynn, naked as the day she was born,watching porn and ramming but huge virbrator in and out of her pussy. She was moaning and I could see her other hand playing with her clit. I could see how wet she was and how swollen her clit had become. From where I was standing in the kitchen I don't think she saw me. Behind the kitchen counter I started rubbing my dick through my pants. We both came at almost the same time. 

As soon as I had regained my composure I backed over to the garage door and slammed it to get her attention. 

"Hello, Lynn is that you?" I shouted out. 

As I walk over to the family room she quickly cover herself with an Afghan and changed the channel on the TV. 

"What are you doing up?" I asked.

"Oh, I had to change Amy and couldn't fall back to sleep." 

I said goodbye to her and headed upstairs. I hoped that she did not notice the wet spot in my pants in the dark. And, I am sure she was hoping I did not smell the very obvious odor of her sex. 

Since my project was done I got to sleep in and stay home the next day. It was Lynn's day off so Ann and I had some rare time alone. Well, as alone as you can be with two newborn twins in the house. 

I asked Ann what she thought of Lynn. 

She loved having her around. Lynn was serving her every need and taking care of the babies. Best of all, she said, she had someone she could talk "girl" stuff with. 

"I hope she's taking care of your needs as well," Ann asked. 

"My needs?" I stammered. 

"Yes, I hope she's doing whatever you need her to do as well. She's here for both of us," Ann said. 

"Don't you think she's a bit, well, overtly sexual at times?" I asked. 

"No, that's how young kids are today," she replied. 

That afternoon, Ann and I fooled around a little bit. She tried sucking me off but her gag reflex was just way too much. She did give me a hand job and let me finish by fucking her titties. 

When it took me a little longer to finish than usual, she remarked that "her naughty boy must be playing with himself." 

I came all over her face and she took her finger and wiped it into her mouth. 

"Yum, I can't wait until I can down that big boy again," she commented.

A few more weeks went by. The sexual tension in the house was unbearable -- well at least to me. Ann seemed oblivious to it. Finally the night before my birthday, it all came to a head. 

I was in the family room watching a ball game. Ann was upstairs reading. Lynn had just put the twins in bed and sauntered into the Family Room wearing a Victoria's Secret nighty. The top was sheer, displaying her breasts for the world. I could see every inch of her breasts, topped off with those luscious hard nipples. The top also extended down to mid thigh. But I could tell that the underwear she was wearing was crotchless with lots of lace. 

She walked right up to me, straddled my lap and whispered in my ear. "Steve, I know you want me. I am all yours." 

She placed both of her hands on my crotch and started massaging me through my pants. I was speechless. 

"Wow, you are big," she remarked. I pushed her off of me. I looked her straight in the eyes, "Lynn, I am a married man. I am faithful to my wife. I can't do this." I blurted out. 

"Come, on, I have seen the way you have looked at me. You know you want it," she pleaded. 

I knew that if I stayed there one more minute, I might lose all of my will power. I grabbed my keys off the counter and shouted upstairs, as loud as I could, "Ann, I have to run to the office for something." 

As I stormed out of the house, I could hear the twins start crying. My screams must have woken them up.

I was in a cold sweat as I drove to the office. Luckily there was no one there was there when I arrived. I let myself in, stormed to my office, and locked the door. It took me a few minutes to gain my composure. By the time my computer was turned on, I was feeling better, but was still very horny. I decided to check out some online porn. I went to my favorite site and looked for college co-eds. I soon found myself looking at a girl who looked just like Lynn. It was a an interview porno, one of those where the girl thinks she is auditioning for a the adult sex industry. The blond girl said she was 5'5", had C size breasts. When asked if they were all natural, she blushed and did not answer. Usually, I do not like tats or piercings, but for some reason, her tatoo of a an arrow pointing towards her pussy, was very erotic Her pussy was shaved. Watching her strip and answer questions turned me on even more. I was stroking myself furiously. 

The "host" asked her to give him a blow job. She gulped his cock so fast, I thought she was going to choke. He wasn't very large, maybe 6 inches, but she took him all in. I could see the outline of his cock deep in her throat. As she pulled all the way off, she swirled her head around his tip to give him even more pleasure. I started a similar motion with my hand, just on the tip of my dick. He came in her mouth and told her not to swallow. After he pulled out, he asked her to show what was in her mouth, she opened wide showing a mouth full of cum and then, like a trooper, she swallowed it all. Then he asked her to lay on his desk. He fucked her from the edge of the desk while playing with her clit. 

That sent me over the edge. I started cumming all over my belly and pants. But I didn't get soft, despite all of the cum on my hands, I kept stroking my still rock hard cock. 

Soon, the host in the video got tired of fucking the girl's cunt. He asked her to roll over and grabbed some lube from the drawer. He asked her if she had ever done anal, she hadn't. But that didn't stop him, he started entering her rear slowly. 

This was a fantasy of mine, as Ann would never let me do it to her. 

One of the cameras was on the girl's face and she was in obvious pain. He kept pushing forward. She was crying now, and begging him to stop. He did, rolled her over, and took his dick right from her ass and put it back in her cunt. He continued to fuck her, this time hard. Finally, with a grunt he came inside of her. 

I was getting close myself to a double orgasm. I had had multiple orgasms before, but not recently. 

The host, asked the girl to push his cum out and she did. That sent me over the top. I came yet again. 

As I started to clean myself up, I heard the host ask the girl what kind of birth control she was on, she wasn't on any. 

"You'll get the morning after pill right," he asked, as the video came to an end. 

I just leaned back in my chair and fell asleep. A little while later, I prayed no one was in the office as I snuck to the bathroom to wash off, my pants around my knees.

I returned home around 2 a.m. I was kind of noisy coming in to make sure Lynn would hear me if she were up to no good in the family room. I snuck into bed, exhausted.




The Nanny and The Neighbor



I had just finished a cup of coffee and was about to start studying for my history lecture, when I realized I didn't have my notes. I looked around for a while; checked my desk, my book bag, even looked in my car, but they were nowhere to be found. I whipped out my phone and decided to send Max a text. She was a little more organized than I was and I figured there was a good chance she would have them, probably with her at work, being that we both had a test in a few days. I sent the text and waited for a response, cruising up to my room and checking my email and then flipping through Facebook posts. 

My phone vibrated a few seconds later, it was Max. 

"Yeah, I have them with me at work, want to come and get them?" 

I flipped out the phone's keyboard. "Yeah, I can swing by, what's the address?" 

"1217 Hempstead." The reply was almost instantaneous. 

I read the words on the screen and then flipped my keyboard back out. "Are you sure that's right?" 

"Yes." 

I counted the numbers in my head even though I knew I was right...1217, 1219. 

I ran down the stairs, out the front door, and crossed my driveway to the neighbor's. I pushed my finger against the doorbell and waited. 

The door opened and there stood Max in a red polo shirt and denim shorts. 

"That was fast," she said looking around for my car or a still smoking rocket ship that could have gotten me from there to here as fast. "How did you..." 

"Next door," I pointed. 

"Are you kidding me?" She asked and waved me inside. 

I stepped inside slowly and started looking around. "You aren't going to believe this," I said. "I live right next door, 1219. This is Mr. Hudson's house." I don't know why I said whose house it was, she obviously knew who Mr. Hudson was and looked at me like I was half crazy. 

"You live next door to James?" 

I looked at her a little embarrassed. Here I was in college and I still called him Mr. Hudson like I was seven. "Yeah, James," I started, "he moved into this place just before I left for Europe." I couldn't help but look around the place. I had been curious for longer than I could remember and there is something about seeing a person's home, their habitat, which answers questions you didn't even know you had. Little things say a lot, the kind of couch, how neat the place is, even the pictures on the wall. 

James' house was immaculately clean and neat. It was tastefully decorated, simple but modern with pictures of his little girl and him on the walls. It was a little thrilling to finally be inside. 

"I started working for him about eight months ago." Max said and the closed the door before heading back through the house. "Little Alice is asleep and I was just about to start studying for the history test." 

I followed her back to the kitchen were her book bag was setting on the counter next to a pile of books, papers, and flashcards. 

"Great place to work, huh?" I said. 

"Yeah, he's a great boss. The pay is great, he works around my school schedule, even gives me extra hours on the weekends if I want them." Max grabbed her stuff and started back toward the living room. "He's a lawyer, you know." 

"Yeah," I said. "I ran into him at the pool last weekend with Alice. I was lying out and we chatted." A little shiver ran through me as I remembered. 

I was lying out, working on my tan, when he came through the pool's gate with little Alice. He was wearing his trunks and a pair of flip-flops. I was glad I had on my sunglasses because I went over every inch of his body with my eyes; his broad chest with its faint dusting of curly brown hair, his thick legs and calves, and the bulge in the front of his trunks that I couldn't wait to see when he got out of the water. I couldn't believe how fit he was. 

"Julie?" Her recognized me and started toward my lounger with little Alice holding his hand and doing her best to keep up. "Is that you?" 

"I smiled and lowered my sunglasses. "Mr. Hudson. How are you?" I leaned forward hoping he would stare down at my chest, and waved at little Alice who smiled and grabbed onto her daddy's thick calf muscles with a childish, shy embarrassment. 

"Good. And you can call me James, Julie," he smiled down at me; his eyes running over my skin sent a chill through me. "How was Europe?" We talked for a few minutes and then he moved off to the pool and played in the shallow end with his daughter. I caught him looking back at me a few times and smiled. 

Ever since that day, I had been fantasizing about him. I would be sitting in my room, playing on my computer and watching his bedroom window across the space between our houses. The blinds were always closed, but I imagined him in there, getting undressed and sliding into bed. I don't know how many times I thought about sneaking over there, slipping through an open window on the first floor, and climbing into bed with him. How many nights had I laid in bed, a finger tracing around my cooze, while I wondered how big his dick was? What it feel like stretching me open, probing my darkness, and throbbing inside me. 

Max tossed her bag onto the coffee table and sat down on the couch looking through her notes. I sat down next to her and looked around the living room. I had known Max since school started, we had a few classes together, and we had gone to a few parties together. She was a good looking blonde, the perfect little cheerleader type, with a fit body, round breasts and an ass like a Brazilian supermodel. She always got plenty of attention everywhere we went, and she enjoyed it, sometimes picking the best looking guy in a group and taking him back to her dorm room, sometimes just teasing any number of guys at a party, literally bouncing from one to the next. As I sat there, I was a little jealous. Here she was working for the guy I had been dreaming about for over a week. I thought it about it, the relationship they must have. I guessed that they probably fucked a couple times a week. Why not? His wife had left him over a year ago and Max was there almost every day. 

"Are you fucking him?" I heard the words come out of my mouth before I realized I was saying them. 

Max turned and looked at me with a face that said she was a little astonished by the questions and little saddened by the answer. "I wish." 

"Really," I asked. "You are here every day. You, little miss, I get any guy I want?" I almost couldn't believe it. It just didn't add up. 

"Nope," Max said and grinned. "Don't think I haven't thought about it, trust me, I have. He's so fucking hot. But it's never happened. He's never even made a move on me." 

I looked at her and let my eyes go over her body thinking maybe there was something I missed. Some defect that I hadn't noticed before, but there wasn't. Max was like a Barbie Doll, every guy's perfect little fantasy. 

"Ever since I ran into him at the pool, all I can think about is sneaking over in the middle of the night and climbing into his bed." I said and we both laughed. "I can't believe you haven't thrown yourself at him. You know, walked through that door in the morning, stripped naked, and waited for him to head down those stairs." 

Max blushed. "I wonder what he would do." Her voice kind of trailed off as she stared over at the front door and imagined the scene. 

"I know what I would want him to do." I thought about myself standing there, my naked body waiting at the bottom of those steps. "I would want him to tear his clothes off as he came down those steps and then just grab me." I smiled as I thought about it, his arms wrapping around my back, sweeping me against that broad chest. I wanted to feel the strength of his body, the bulge of his cock pressed against me, the warmth of his skin. Just imagining it I felt myself getting excited. 

Max looked at me and smiled, pitying my quiet little fantasy. Then her arms were shooting out. I jumped a little as they swept around my back and pulled me in close to her. "Like this?" she giggled holding me against her, close enough to smell her shampoo. I didn't even have a chance to pull away, she was too fast. It was a playful move, but now we were face to face, our bodies pressed together, her arms around my back. I was rigid from the surprise, but felt myself relaxing as we looked into each other's eyes. I was just a few inches from her face. I had never thought about Max in any other capacity than a friend, but now I was in her arms, her breasts were pressing against mine. I felt my nipples start to harden, a slow heat rising between my legs. I didn't know what to do. I closed my eyes and leaned my face forward until our lips met. 

Max's lips were soft and full and firm. I kissed her softly and slipped my tongue between my lips to trace hers until she sucked it into her mouth and rolled her own across it. I felt my heart speed up and I slipped my arms around her neck. It felt so good, kissing her, being held in her arms. I tilted my head and covered her face in little kisses. I wanted her, I don't know why all of sudden like that, but I did. "You feel so good." I whispered. 

Sitting there, holding Max in my arms while our lips ran over each other's faces and necks, I almost couldn't believe what was happening. It was so different than any man I had ever been with. I slipped my hand along the back of her neck and tangled my fingers in her long blonde hair while her hands slipped under my t-shirt and traced the muscles in my back. It felt so good, the slow dance we were doing. I moved back to her lips and then backed away from her a little. I wanted more. I wanted her to take me, right there, on the couch. Her eyes were on mine. "Here," I said pulling my t-shirt over my head. My naked breasts slipped away from the rising fabric and bounced on my chest. Max's eyes grew wide. 

"Oh, my," she whispered while her hands slid from my back to my front and cupped each one. I looked down at them, my little B cups with their long, dusky nipples pointing out and a little upward. "Look at your nipples." Max leaned her head forward, stuck out her rough little tongue, and licked my left nipple. I shivered as the warmth spread through me and her breath washed across my skin. I felt myself getting wet. She sucked the hardened flesh between her lips as she squeezed the other one, and I couldn't stop the moan that escaped my throat. Max smiled. 

"Oh, you like that?" She rolled a string of kisses across my chest as I ran my fingers through her hair. I was on fire now, my little mound soaking my panties. 

"Mmm...hmmm," I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes wanting more, wanting all of her. I felt Max's hands move down to my legs. She laid them on my naked thighs and dug her fingers in a little. My breath caught in my throat. Was she going to do it? Was she going to touch me? I leaned back a little and spread my legs for her, inviting her to do what I ached for. 

Her hands slid up my thighs, under the hem of my shorts, and onto the sensitive flesh between my legs. I pushed me hips forward, begging her touch me, and she slid a finger over my panties, over the moist cloth that clung to the contour and shape of my mound. I shivered as she pulled me closer with her free hand, kissed me, and pressed her fingers against the top of my pussy. "Oh..." I moaned. "Yes." Our mouths opened and our tongues tangled while she stroked me over my panties and I kneaded her tits over her shirt and bra. I couldn't get enough of how good it felt, just making out with her. 

"Let's get rid of these," she said tugging on my shorts. 

I stood up and lifted her with me. "You too," I said breathlessly looking at her, her lips puffy and glistening. 

We stood up and started tearing each other's clothes off like it was a race to see who could get who naked first. Her hands worked the button on my shorts while I lifted her polo over her head and then reached around and unclasped her bra letting it fall to the floor to reveal her large, round breasts. I looked at her and smiled as they swayed with her body. 

"You like them?" She reached up and squeezed them together and I couldn't help but reach out and give her round little nipples a pinch. "Ooo... you do like them," she giggled. 

I unbuttoned her jean shorts and she shimmied out of them and her panties. Now we were both naked and staring at each other. Max was beautiful, the long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, the round, heavy breasts, and the perfectly naked little muff between her legs. Everything about her turned me on. I wanted to touch her everywhere, lick my tongue across every curve. I stepped toward her and slid my arms around her neck and back. I wanted to feel the heat of her skin mine. We started to kiss and she slid her leg between mine and pressed her thigh up and against my wetness. I moaned and moved my hips against her muscles while our tongues tumbled against each other. I could feel myself sliding across her skin, the pressure building in my stomach. I couldn't help it; I was getting closer with every move we made. 

Max let go of me, laid back on the couch. She stretched like a cat before looking over at me with a mischievous grin. "Come here," she said, "I want to taste you." The words made my face go red. She held out her arms and touched my thighs pulling me toward her. "Come here and straddle my face, I want to suck you off." 

I knew that Max had been with other women, her roommate Katie for one, because she had told me about it on the way home from a party one night. She was drunk, looking out the window, talking about how nice it was to have a woman's touch, so gentle, so informed, and perfectly timed. How there was nothing better than watching a woman climax, their pussy wrapped tight around your fingers, their juices flowing out while they moaned and writhed. She was definitely taking charge of the situation here and the look in her eyes was ravenous and greedy. She was about to show off her skills, I could hear it in her voice. I moved closer to the couch, swung my leg over her body and wedged my knee into the cushions while she stared at my swollen mound with a covetous smile. Once I was over top of her face, her hands latched onto my hips, and she pulled me down onto her waiting mouth. 

Her hot breath covered me and then I felt my pussy lips spreading as she pressed against me and opened her mouth. Her stiff, hot tongue spread between my lips, slid through my wetness as she worked it from bottom to top and wrung the pleasure from me. I moaned and threw my head back. God, it felt so good; so hot, her practiced tongue flipping over my clit. I grabbed my breasts and squeezed them as the searing heat raced through me. Max felt how close I was and licked harder, lapped at my gash from bottom to top, pressing her tongue inside me, sucking the little nub of my clit in between her teeth. I was dissolving now, falling into the sensations that swept through me. I leaned back on one arm and started to thrust my hips in rhythm with her tongue. I bit my lower lip as she slid a finger into my wet darkness, swirled it against the slick insides of me, and nibbled on my little button. I was going over the edge. 

"Oh," I moaned. "I'm gonna come." I slid a hand behind me, in between Max's legs and found her cunt. As soon as my hand touched it, she thrust her hips I opened her wide ran my hands through her juices before dipping two fingers into her dripping hole; now we were both moaning, both thrusting our hips in rhythm. I closed my eyes and focused on the feelings running through me as I finger fucked Max and listened to her purr and moan. 

We were only a few breaths away. I could feel Max's pussy start to quiver, the flesh slick around my fingers, her moaning from between my legs. I couldn't hold on any longer. My breath went ragged. My back arched and I closed my eyes. Max's mouth latched on to my clit as my hips came forward and I went rigid, the orgasm banging through me, stiffening every muscle. She sucked and lapped at my essence, pressed her rough tongue against my clitoris and held it there. I felt my cunt let go. I looked down at Max as I flooded her mouth. She had her eyes closed as she swallowed over and over. 

I stood up off the couch and my knees were shaking. I had never had an orgasm like that. My brain felt like I had been drinking martinis, my muscles felt like I had just run ten miles. And Max was just lying there smiling up at me, licking her fingers clean. "You are bad," I said with a smile. "That was fucking amazing." 

Max sat up on the couch and I collapsed next to her, my hair covered in sweat, my skin glistening. "You tasted so good," she said and held a finger up to my lips. I slipped it into my mouth. I could tell from the look on her face, we weren't finished. The idea thrilled me. I had never had an orgasm like that with a man, certainly nothing like my body was currently recovering from, and the prospect of more was irresistible. I remembered a picture I had seen on the internet and I moved my legs out toward Max. She tilted her head trying to figure out what I was going for as I laid a hand on her thigh and positioned one leg over and one leg under my own. 

"What are you..." she started to ask, but I pulled us closer and our legs, scissor situated like they were, pushed out wet mounds together. "Oh my god," she moaned as I buried my head in her neck and gently thrust my hips forward, opening our pussies together, the soft, hidden flesh sliding against each other. "What the..." she sighed and I felt her cunt tighten against mine and her hips start to respond in rhythm. "Oh fuck," She moaned. I pressed my cunt a little higher until our clits lined up. As soon as the two little nubs found each other, we started all over again. The rush of desire possessed us. 

Max pulled my head away from her neck and we started passionately kissing, our tongues fencing between our lips, our hips rocking back and forth, driving us toward out next climax. I could feel our hearts pounding in our chests, out juices mixing between our legs. Max leaned back on her hands and started to grind her pussy hard against mine. "Oh, faster," she said, "faster, harder..." I leaned back and started to rock my hips against her, our pussies mashed together, our hard little clits flicking back and forth. "Oh, oh, oh..."Max's eyes were clamped shut, I knew she was about to come. I sped up, scrubbing my muff into hers with all the strength I had. She let out a little squeal of collapsed back onto the couch breathing hard. I smiled down at her, her blonde hair matted around her face, his hard nipples pointing at the ceiling and her gash red and swollen. 

The door handled clicked and we both froze. We watched it open and James walked in. He let the door close behind him and just stood there staring at both of us. He must have been watching from the front window because his dick was already rock hard, pointing up, and bulging near the top of his zipper. I looked from it to his face. I was still feeling the ebb of my last orgasm, my pussy still tingling from the onslaught of Max's fury. She had come before he walked in and I hadn't. I was close, but hadn't finished and James had interrupted. Interrupted and shown up with what appeared to be an enormous cock. 

"Well, we weren't expecting you for lunch," Max said still breathing hard. James just stood there looking back and forth between the two of us for what seemed like an eternity. His eyes kept moving from our glistening cunts to our nipples to our eyes and then back down to our legs. Max finally sat up, her healthy breasts bouncing as she did. His eyes were glued to them. "You know, this is really all your fault," she said. I looked at her but she didn't even glance at me. "Julie is in a couple of my classes and came over to get some notes. Then we started talking about you." He just stood there, his face confused. 




The Nanny and The Neighbor



"Uhm, yes, well, I..." he was sputtering. "I left some paperwork here." He couldn't seem to look away from us. I looked over at Max and grinned. I was hungry and cock was on the menu. I stood up and started to walk toward him. I could feel Max watching me slink across the room, my red hair swinging in time with my ass. 

"Come on," Max chided. "You can't tell me you haven't thought about us." James looked at her, still confused. "Really? You have never lay in that big bed of yours upstairs, all alone, and thought about me, or Julie, or both of us while you pulled on that thick cock of yours? Imagined our lips wrapped around your sweet prick, sucking you off?" I was almost to him, a step away from him. I reached my hand out and put it on the straining bulge in his pants. 

"Oh my," I said. "It's bigger than I even imagined." He locked eyes with me and sucked in a breath as I gave him a little squeeze with my fingers and pressed my naked body against him. "You're just in time, you know," I said. "We both need a big cock." He slipped his arms around my waist and pulled me into him, leaned his head down and started kissing me. His tongue was thick as it probed my mouth and one hand found my naked ass cheek and squeezed. I reached between us and unbuckled his pants, then released the little dress latch and pulled down the zipper. Finally they fell to the floor and I hitched his boxers down releasing his member. 

"Oh, my god." Max got up and was walking toward us. I pulled away and looked down at it in my hand; it was a solid nine inches, the longest cock I had ever seen. It was thick too; I was actually concerned about how much of it I was going to be able to stuff inside of myself. Max's came up next to me, and he swept her into an arm so that he was holding both of us. She laid her hand on top of mine and we started to stroke on it together. I smiled at her and gave her a wet kiss. I was on fire again and with her and James, I was sure I was going to come more than once or twice. 

James was breathing hard, looking down at our hands tugging and caressing his erection. He was kissing Max when I dropped to my knees and decided to get down to business. I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft while my other slithered between Max's legs. 

"Oh," Max cooed as I spread her wet snatch and dipped a finger into her core. They both looked down and I licked James' cock from base to tip and grinned up at him. The look on his face said it felt good and so I slipped the tip of him past lips and listened to him moan softly. Then I drove down on him, sucking him into my wet mouth while I swirled my tongue around his member and finger fucked Max with two fingers. They were still kissing, Max had her arms around his neck leaning over me and he was squeezing both of her big, round tits in his hands. I kept sucking and stroking and plunging my fingers into Max. I was determined I could do it, determined I could make them both come. 

I started to work my hand along the base of James' throbbing cock while I sucked. He started to move his hips, gently fucking my mouth, I swallowed him as deep as I could and let him push himself in and pull himself out. I felt a strong hand on the back of my head grip my hair and start moving me in concert with his thrusts. It felt so good, his cock inside of my mouth, the salty precum coating my tongue. I flipped my thumb around Max's clit, feeling it harden and listening to her moan. They weren't going to last much longer. I felt the pressure building in mouth as his member pulsed and throbbed, knew he was going to start blasting come any second. Max's hips were thrusting now, and her pussy was clamped tight around my fingers. 

"Don't stop, Julie, don't stop," she managed to moan as I pressed down on her clit forcing her to climax. She held my fingers deep inside her and froze, and the little squeal she let out put James over the edge. He thrust into my mouth, deep, and I swallowed the first bolts of his hot cum and then pulled away leaving the rest to spray over my tits and nipples. He moaned and I yanked the last few drops onto my tongue. I was delirious with pleasure. I stood up and kissed Max hard and her tongue darted into my mouth. She pulled away and ran a finger through a sticky blob on my breast and slipped it into her mouth. 

"I knew you wanted a taste," I grinned watching her slowly suck it off her fingertip. 

"You two," James looked down at the two of us shaking his head as if he were trying to wake from a dream. 

Max looked down at his spent penis, still half hard, but not ready to please. She ran her fingers along its length. "How fast do you think we can get this back to ready," she asked me, that mischievous smile playing across her lips. I reached out and took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them together. 

"Let's make him watch us," I said and then looked at up James. "You like to watch don't you?" He smiled. 

We led him over to the coffee table and sat him down. I stood in front of him and leaned over to unbutton his shirt. I wanted to touch the chest I had fantasized about for so long, run my hands over the curves of his muscles. I started at the top button and Max sat down on the couch behind me. Her hand slid between my legs and I watched James watch it move along my inner thighs. I tried to concentrate as her long fingers moved upwards. James reached up and slipped his hands around my breasts while I worked my way down the row of buttons. He leaned in to my ear and I could feel his breath on my neck. 

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. I closed my eyes and felt Max's fingers spread my lips apart. Shivers went through me and I felt myself getting slick with the heady mix of both of them working my body. Finally the buttons were done and I slipped the fabric off his shoulders revealing his wide, muscular chest. I slid my hands across his pecs and his little nipples feeling them stiffen. Max held me open and I felt her fingers slide inside me. I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. It felt so good, the rough skin moving inside, his firm hands squeezing my breasts, his little kisses along my neck. My heart started to pound. "More," I purred and felt Max slide another finger in. I tossed my hair back and kissed James. 

"That was fast," Max giggled. I looked down and his prick was pointing at the ceiling, pulsing with anticipation. I wrapped my fingers around it and licked his lips while I stared into his eyes. Max pulled her fingers out. "Turn around Julie," she said. I did as I was told and spread my legs over his cock. I reached back and steadied it as I lowered myself toward it. Max sat back on the couch and traced a finger around her clit watching me. 

The tip touched my lips and I pushed down until it started to spread me. I closed my eyes as it stretched me wide and started to disappear. James' moaned and I pushed down harder. I was greedy now, enjoying the mix of pain and pleasure that it brought as I forced it inside me. I was half way when his impatient hands clasped my waist and his hips started to move. I moved my hand from the base and started to bounce myself down on it. It was so big, it went so deep inside me, I could feel it throbbing and pulsing. I opened my eyes and Max had three fingers buried in her cooze and was steadily finger fucking herself to the rhythm of my bouncing tits. 

My hair fell in my face, I looked down watched his cock disappear and reappear driving me toward climax. I could hear myself moan with each stroke. Faster and faster they came, I could think of nothing but how much I wanted his cock inside me forever. I balanced my hands on his knees and started to push back against his thrusts driving him deeper into me, moving him in angles with each thrust. He started to moan and I knew he was close. I grabbed his hands and put them on my breasts. He squeezed them hard and I leaned my head back and cried out. "Don't stop, oh fuck, don't stop." He put his hands back on my hips and started to fuck me harder, lifting me up and driving me back down on his rod, he was a machine of fucking, his piston ramming faster and faster. 

I started to feel my own orgasm building. "I'm so close," I moaned and he yanked me down on to his cock hard while he burrowed it to the hilt and moaned into my ear. I could feel it spasm inside me, feel the bolts of hot white milk covering my insides. The first pulse and I let go, mixing our juices as I watched Max squinting through her own orgasm. I could almost see stars. My pussy clamped and released around his heft as I came, feeling our mixture leak out and cover our thighs. He was breathing hard, recovering when I stood up and collapsed onto the couch. Max looked over and smiled. I leaned over and kissed her lips. James watched as the last few drops of cum glistened on the end of his tool. 

"This is so fucking hot," Max sighed. James nodded his head and grinned, the sweat on his forehead dripping down his face. Max looked down at his penis, waiting her turn. James chuckled and shook his head again while I just laid there and grinned like I was in a trance; my body still reeling from so many orgasms. "I want it from behind," Max said matter-of-factly. "I want you to bend me over and fuck me while I lick Julie's sweet little box." 

James smiled and looked down at his penis, willing it to climb back to attention. "I always wondered if you liked dirty talk," Max moved off the couch to her knees. 

"I love it," James blushed. "Haven't heard any in a long time, but I love it." 

Max looked back at me and winked. "Well, we're always here for you James," she purred. "You have two hot little pussies any time you want them." She moved forward and put a breast on either side of his cock. "How about you titty fuck me for a little while?" She moved her body up and down on his cock and he clamped his eyes closed. 

"Oh, that feels amazing," he said. 

I watched Max massage his hard on between her tits, the head of his penis rising to her chin and then disappearing between the two smooth orbs. She stuck out her tongue when it came up and licked it the tip of him, then slid it back down. Then up and between her lips, a little sucking sound before it popped out of her mouth and was swallowed by her cleavage. It didn't take long before a little drop of clear liquid appeared. James put a hand on her arm. "Stand up," he said. Max obeyed turning around and then bending at the waist, her little muff right in his face. She grinned at me and I moved in front of her, spreading my legs with excitement. 

James drove his face into her from behind and she jumped forward. "Oh!" she squealed as his tongue dove inside her and licked at her wet snatch. I put my hand down to my snatch and spread my lips for her tongue. She lowered her face and started to lick and suck me like there was no tomorrow. I closed my eyes, put my hand on the back of her head, and started to enjoy another rush toward climax. James stood and buried his cock into her from behind and she moaned from between my legs. 

In a moment they were banging into each other. James fucked her like he might never fuck again and with each thrust of his hot cock, Max's tongue drove inside my sticky darkness pushing me closer. I looked up at James and grinned. "Don't come inside her," I said. I want to suck you dry again. He grinned and watched as Max ground her mouth into me and I pinched my nipples. 

He stroked her for a few minutes, both of them banging into each other until their muscles shook and quivered. The he pulled out of her. I jumped up and crawled across the floor to his throbbing cock. "Give it me," I said and grabbed the base of it as I sucked it into my mouth. He bucked his hips once, his face contorting and his cock swelling in my mouth. He pulled back until the tip scraped against my lips. I looked up at him waiting, I pushed my hair back away from face, ready for the explosion and he was flooding my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and then pulled back and let the hot sticky liquid cover my tits. I stood up walked over to Max. She smiled and reached for my breasts. "He tastes so good," she said as she licked my nipples clean. 

"I know," I said. 

*** 

It's has become a normal thing now that we have gotten the first time out of the way. Max will stay the night every once in a while and all three of us will get all hot and sweaty together. Sometimes in the bedroom, sometimes in the shower where he will fuck us standing up under the spray and sometimes back where it all began - the living room. I like the living room the best, because it reminds me of that first time. And yes, sometimes I sneak over in the middle of the night. I wait until I see his bedroom light go out from my window. I slip out my back door, through his, and then slide under the covers with him. I usually slip on top of him, and ride his cock until we are both spent and collapse into an exhausted sleep.



The Nanny Cam



With the down turn in the economy, Susan's husband of four years lost his job. They lived in a small modest house and with Susan's income and Bill's unemployment checks; the couple was able to stay above water. After a month or so, Susan began to notice a changed in Bill's behavior. One day while at work, she called her mom to discuss her concerns. 

"Do you think he's cheating on you?" Martha asked of her daughter.

"No mom. I'm not sure what's going on and I can't check on him all day long." Susan replied.

"Why not get a nanny cam to see what he's doing while you are at work. They make wireless ones that store the video on the web and you can see it real time or look at it later." 

"That's a good idea. I'll pick one up one the way home. Thanks for your help mom." 

"Anytime, and let me know if you need anything else." Margaret said before saying goodbye.

After work, Susan stopped at a local electronics shop and bought a discreet wireless cam and headed home. When she arrived home, Bill was doing yard work out in the back. Susan took advantage of this to put the cam on a book shelf which would show the entire family room. She logged onto a secure website to activate it. Once it was activated and she was good with the view of the room, she logged off and went back to the kitchen to start dinner while Bill finished up working in the yard.

During the following week she notice Bill was acting like he had something to hide and when she asked if there was anything wrong, he would just say that everything was fine. She called her mom at work and asked if she could come over and talk about Bill acting weird. Margaret asked if she had viewed the cam yet and Susan had told her no. Susan made planes to see her mom that Thursday for dinner.

Susan arrived at her mom's house at planned. Margaret fixed Susan's favorite dinner and as they ate, Margaret asked her about Bill.

"I don't know what's going on. They are no unaccounted for funds and he seems to be home most of the day."

"If you don't mind me asking, how's your sex life." 

"Ok I guess. Since he lost him job his interest has waned a bit."

"I guess that is natural to some extent. With him being out of work and not being able to provide could affect it." Margaret added.

"I suppose so." Susan replied.

After dinner was finished and the dishes were cleared off, Margaret fetched her laptop and put in on the kitchen table.

"You might as well log in and see what's been going on if anything. Might as well find out now if anything is a miss." Margaret prodded her.

"Yeah, you are right again mom." Susan replied with a sigh.

Susan logged on to the site that stored the video feed and started to watch the footage. She fast forwarded the feed until she saw Bill return to the room with a man who appeared to be around 60.

"Who is that?" Margaret asked.

"I have no idea." Susan replied.

As they continued to watch, Bill sat on the couch as the man stood in front of him. It was not long before Bill undid his pants, pulled them down and was inches away for a semi erect uncut thick cock. 

Susan watched in panic as Bill opened his mouth and began to suck the man's thick cock.

"Oh God!" Susan screamed.

"My husband is a fucking cock sucking faggot." She yelled.

"Oh my!" Her mom replied.

Susan watched as Bill sucked his big fat cock till he came in his mouth.

"My God, did you see the size of that cock your hubby sucked? I bet that guy had at least a good eight inches of cock meat." Margaret exclaimed.

"Mom!" Susan cried.

"It's ok baby." Margaret told Susan as she hugged her.

"Is Bill that big?" She asked Susan.

"Not even close." Susan replied.

The watched more of the video only to see older men come over to have Bill suck off their big uncut cocks. Susan was trying to digest this all until a one man came over and had Bill bent over and she watched as Bill took his big cock up his ass.

"Jesus, he's taking cock up his ass." Susan cried.

"Well honey, now you know that your hubby is a cock whore. You can divorce his lousy ass or you can do something else?" Margaret told her.

"What do you mean something else?" Susan asked.

"You could cuck the little faggot." Margaret replied.

"Cuck?" Susan asked with a puzzled look.

"It's short for cuckold. You put his little dick in a chastity tube, you can fuck all the men you want that are hung and make him clean up their messes. Hell you can watch him suck their cocks clean afterwards. Maybe put him in panties to make him a proper sissy boy."

"Huh." Was all Susan could say.

"You have a choice baby. If it were me, I would cuck his faggot ass and started screwing nice hung men and make him stay home and keep the house clean and ready for your Bull to cover over and watch him suffer." Margaret told her.

"So how do you know about his mom?"

"Well shorty after you were born, your late father had an accident and was unable get a hard on. So I cucked him and he was that way till he passed a few years before you graduated college." 

"Did he um..." 

"Yes baby, your Daddy sucked cock, licked the cum from my pussy and ass and would take it up the ass from time to time. I'm not sure who enjoyed more, me or him." Margaret said with a laugh.

Susan sat for a few minutes trying to digest all of this before asking he mom. "Will you help me cuck him?"

"Honey, I would love to help you cuck him." Margaret replied with a snicker.

Susan and her mom spent the rest of the evening putting a plan together. When the details were worked out, Susan left her mom's house and headed home. On the way home she realized that this whole matter of cucking her husband was starting to arouse her.

When she arrived home, Bill was watching a movie in the family room. He asked her how her mom was. She told him that her mom was fine and that she was going up stairs to take a shower and would be back in a few.

Susan went upstairs to the master bath and started the water for her shower. As the water ran, she undressed and took a good look at herself in the mirror. She admired her petite frame and her 34B boobs. At the age of 25, her boobs still looked like those of a teenager. Looking down she saw the hair that covering her pussy and decided that she was going to shave it bald. She reached into a drawer and took out a pair of small scissors and cut back as much of her brown pubic hair as possible. After removing as much as she could, she entered the shower, removed the rest with a few razors and then finished her shower. After drying off, she looked at her bald pussy in the mirror and liked how it looked. She thought of the men who would love to touch and kiss her all over. She wondered what it would feel like to have a nice big fat cock inside her tight pussy and maybe up her ass. Sliding a finger inside feeling how wet she was. She decided tonight was going to be the last night Bill was going to be able to put his dick in her for some time.

After gathering her composure, she put on a short silky robe that barely covered her ass. Walking back downstairs, the felt the air on her pussy for the first time and enjoyed the feeling. She reached the edge of the family room and stood in the door frame and looked at Bill.

"I have something to show you Bill." she called out to him.

"You do?" replied with a grin.

"Oh yeah baby." She replied as she reached down and opened her robe to show him her bald pussy.

"Damn baby." He called back.

"Do you like my bald pussy baby? It that dick of yours getting hard for me? She asked as she walked over to him.

"Oh yes." He replied as we watched her walking towards him.

Susan knelt in front of Bill and opened his pants and pulled them down to his knees. She slowly ran her fingers on the outside of his underwear tracing the outline of his dick.

"I see someone's dick is all nice and hard. Did I make your dick hard baby? She cooed.

"Oh yeah baby, you made it really nice and hard." He moaned back.

"Good baby. I'm going to suck that dick of yours and then I'm going to ride it until your squirt all of that boy cum in my bald pussy." She said in a teasing way.

Susan pulled down his under wear and grabbed his 5 inch dick. She pretended to be excited about sucking his cock and fucking him, but the fact this was going to be the last time he would be inside her for a long time to come excited her the most.

Susan began to suck and tease his dick. As she took in all it, she could feel it pulsating in her mouth. She looked at him and she sucked his cock for the last time. 

"Don't you dare cum yet! I want that boy cum inside my pussy." She warned him.

She grabbed his dick a few times and then got up and straddled him. She pushed her pussy back and forth rubbing his dick with her wet lips. 

"Oh baby, you got my pussy so wet. Do you want me to put your dick in my bald pussy baby? Do you want me to ride that hard dick and milk that boy cum from your balls? She said teasing him even more.

"Oh yeah baby, I want that bald pussy so bad right now." He moaned.

"Good baby." She said as she grabbed his dick, pointed it up and slowly slid her bald wet pussy down the shaft of his dick.

As soon as he was inside her, his dick throbbed and Billy blew his load.

"Are you fucking kidding me? You fucking came already. Jesus Christ Billy, what's the fuck is wrong with you. I wanted to give you a nice hard fuck and you've already blown your boy load in me. You selfish bastard!" She yelled at him.

She got off of him said. "Get your fucking ass upstairs in the bed. You still have to make me cum and since your dick is limp, you're going to lick my pussy till I come all over your face."

"But your pussy has my cum in it." He told her.

"I don't fucking care Billy. You're the one who came like a little boy. Now get your ass upstairs now, or you'll never fuck me again." She yelled.

Billy shaken by the event did what he was told.

Susan smiled as she watched his remove the rest of his clothes and headed upstairs. She was somewhat surprised at how easy he did what he was told. She waited a few minutes until she headed upstairs.

She walked into the bedroom and say Billy on the bed. 

"Lay down Billy. I'm going to put my cum filled nice bald pussy on your mouth and you are going to lick and suck my pussy baby till I come and I don't care that you're going to taste your boy cum." She told him.

Billy did as he was told, and Susan straddled his face and slowly lowered her cum dripping pussy on his face. As she ground her pussy on his face, she noticed his dick was starting to get hard again.

"That's it Billy, lick my pussy really good. I want you to make to cum really really hard all over your face. You must like it Billy, cause I see your dick is getting hard again." She told him.

Billy's tongue was buried inside her tight cum filled pussy and licked and sucked all the cum from her. As he licked and sucked her pussy, Susan thought of him sucking that big uncut cock and before long, she came hard on his face and flooded his mouth and face with her cum,

"OH fuck baby that was the best pussy licking ever. You really know how to use your tongue and mouth baby." She said in a rapid breath. 

Susan then got up off him, told him not to wash his face or brush his teeth and she headed downstairs. She went into the kitchen, called him mom and told her what happened. Susan heard her mom laughing. Tomorrow they would go shopping after Susan was done working and both would spend Friday night cucking Bill.