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Babysittin'

By: ludboy



It was the spring of 1971 and Cheri was an 18 year old senior at a small high school in a little river town in the Northern Mid-west. She was also everyman's fantasy of what a hot 18 year old girl should look like too; long blonde hair, clear blue eyes and a killer tan body from hanging out at the river beaches all Summer long. Nothing excited her more than throwing on a skimpy bikini and flirting with all the boys on the beach. She always enjoyed seeing the bulges grow in their swimsuits! Her " girl next door " wholesome looks belayed the steaming vixen lying right under the surface. 

The sweet Cheri had already begun experimenting with lesbian sex with a couple of her high school girlfriends, but had decided it was time to lose her virginity to a man. A real man that knew what he was doing, not just some high school boy fumbling around. Cheri was fairly sophisticated with kissing and foreplay from her lesbian episodes with her friends Katrina and Katie. Now she wanted a real cock between her legs instead of a teenage girl's tongue!

Cheri had known the Fisher family since she was a very little girl. Bob and Gina Fisher had moved a few houses down from her folks right after they had been married at 18. They had two kids by now and Cheri had been their regular baby sitter since she was 12 years old. 

Bob was the classic " tall, dark and handsome " and had almost an Elvis look to him. Bob and Gina were both in their early 30's. Gina had let herself go the last few years, while Bob was better looking in his 30's than he was at 18. They didn't look right together as a couple anymore and Cheri always had the feeling that Bob was sexually frustrated. Turned out her hunch was right on!

Cheri had noticed the last couple of years that Bob had been nervous and tense around her when she arrived to baby sit. Once in awhile he would drive her home during bad weather and it was almost like he was dropping off a date. She always had the feeling that Bob was fighting the impulse to kiss her goodnight. Cheri also had to fight the same impulse to kiss Bob goodnight too. She found it an exciting prospect to roll around her head. Making out with a married man...

Bob had called Cheri and said that Gina and him were going to an overnight marriage retreat and if she could stay the night at the house with the kids the next week. He offered Cheri double time and that was a good chunk of change that she needed right now. She had been saving for a car. She always had a crush on Bob and he always had a soft spot for her too. Plus, Cheri was enjoying dressing up sexy for her baby sitting sessions and flirting a bit with Bob lately. She could tell that Gina was a little jealous and pissed at her too. 

Cheri went over to the Fisher's house on the appointed day for her baby sitting job dressed in a little " naughty " school girl's plaid skirt and a tank top with no bra. Bob looked her up and down with hungry eyes as he gave here instructions and contact information for the night. Cheri bid them a good night as they left for the retreat. Sally and Ben were great kids and never any problem. Cheri played some kid's board games, watched a little TV and sent them off to bed by 9 PM. They always slept like logs and Cheri had the whole house to her self and was getting paid to boot! 

Cheri was dozing on the couch at about 1 AM when she was suddenly awoken by somebody unlocking the front door. It was Bob and she could tell he had been drinking a bit. He explained that he and Gina had gotten into a fight and he just left her at the retreat and headed for a bar on the way home to lick his wounds. He told Cheri that his marriage was going through some hard times and he didn't know what to do.

Bob set down next to Cheri on the couch and spilled his guts out about how Gina wasn't the same woman he had married, how she had let herself go and their sex life had dwindled down to nothing. The he started to sob. Cheri felt so sorry for him that she gave him a big hug right there on the sofa. He instinctively put his arms around Cheri and laid his head on her shoulder. Bob made Cheri feel like a real mature woman helping him through a tough time.

Bob suddenly lifted his head off Cheri's shoulder so they were sitting face to face on the sofa. He put his right hand behind Cheri's head and pulled her towards him and gently kissed her on the lips. She faked a little resistance as their lips met.

" Mr. Fisher, you a married man and... "

That's as far as Cheri got as he pushed her down on her back, his tongue darting into her mouth as he held her hands over her head. Their kisses became longer and deeper. Cheri felt his breathing becoming heavier as his hands went for her firm teenage tits. He took Cheri's tank top straps in each hand and yanked them down to her belly, exposing her breasts. He started at them, a feverish look in his eyes, as he went on a feeding frenzy of licking and sucking on her luscious C-cups. Cheri could do little except moan in ecstasy. 

Bob's left hand went beneath Cheri's short, plaid skirt, hooking a finger around her now damp panties and gently rubbed her swelling pussy. Cheri let out a soft " no, no ', while really meaning 'yes, yes ", His lips met hers again, stifling her words into muffled moans. His naughty finger entered Cheri's now wet pussy and massaged her hyper sensitive clit.

" Are you still a virgin, Cheri, " Bob asked

" Yes " Cheri said softly

" Well, you won't be after tonight. " Bob replied, lustily 

With that, Bob got up off of Cheri and stood up, ripping off his clothes down to his briefs. Cheri could see the bulge in his shorts with a wet spot in front of pre-cum. He pulled down his briefs and his dick sprang up like a cobra ready to strike. All Cheri could do was look at that beautiful cock that would soon be stuck between her thighs.

" This may hurt a bit, but it will feel good too. " Bob whispered

Cheri had already mastered the art of masturbating with various items around the house, including her Mom's " face massager. " That's what they had called vibrators in the old days. Her and a couple of her girlfriends had also used the vibrator on each other on occasion. Bob getting his dick in her virgin cunt did not present a problem.

Bob kneeled down in front of Cheri and unbuttoned her short skirt and threw it aside. He wrapped his fingers around the waistband of her panties and yanked them off. His eyes were feverish with passion as he stared at her tight, young, 18 year old naked body, flat on her back, with his cock twitching just inches from her warm tempting love hole. Bob lay back on top of Cheri and gave her long, deep kisses, their tongues intertwined as their moaning got louder. Bob lifted himself up a little, took his right hand to his throbbing dick and firmly spread Cheri's tan legs.

" I don't know if this is right, " Cheri said innocently, " your still a married man and..."

That's as far as she got, as the next sound out of Cheri's mouth was a sexy squeal as Bob slid his cock into her tight pussy. Cheri felt magical, fulfilled and wonderful as she felt every centimeter of Bob's manhood inside her virgin cunt. He lost control and started pounding her little blond snatch like a cheap piece of meat her was trying to tenderize. Cheri started squealing again as his balls slapped her ass in an increasingly faster rhythm. Cheri wrapped her arms around Bob's neck and held on for dear life, orgasms ripping through her like thunderstorms on a hot summer afternoon. The sounds of slapping flesh and loud moans filled the room.

" I'm gonna cum., " shouted Bob.

With that said, Bob kissed Cheri deeply as she felt his swollen cock shoot it's warm, milky payload of sperm into her virgin pussy. Cheri wrapped her legs around his sweaty torso and squeezed every drop of his cum into her steaming cunt. Bob collapsed on top of Cheri and whispered sweet love talk into her ears. They rolled over on their sides and he stared into Cheri's clear blue eyes with a burning soft passion as he brushed back her blond hair with his hand.

" Thanks, my sweet Cheri, that was the best sex I have ever had. " Bob said softly

Bob got up on his knees between Cheri's legs. She decided this might be a good opportunity to get in a little cock sucking experience too. He started to get up, but Cheri grabbed his cock as she pulled herself up so her mouth was just inches from the swollen head of his beautiful penis. She gently put the head of his cock in her mouth.

" Agg", Bob screamed, " Oh, my God, Gina never does this; oh. "

Cheri sucked his dick like a pro until it was as stiff as a board again.

" Oh, God, I'm gonna cum again. " Bob gushed.

Bob quickly pulled his cock from Cheri's mouth and sprayed her pretty face with a warm bath of his cum. Cheri was in heaven.

Just then, headlights appeared in the driveway. It was Gina's car! Bob and Cheri both sprang up, wiping the cum from their bodies and throwing on cloths just as Gina came through the door. She was pissed at Bob anyway, but she didn't have a clue that he had just pumped a load of his cum into Cheri's pussy and face moments before!

" I have to drive Cheri home. We can argue when I get back, " Bob said sarcastically 

Bob and Cheri were silent as they drove the short distance to her house. He parked in a dark part of the street and faced Cheri.

" Thanks again, Cheri, I needed that. "

He kissed Cheri and the kisses started growing deeper and deeper and they were both getting sexually excited again. Cheri moaned as her hand went to Bob's zipper and unleashed his hard prick from his pants. She leaned over and put his stiff dick in her warm mouth again. She just couldn't get enough cock! She sucked and sucked until Bob let out another gasp and shot his 3rd load of cum down her throat. She swallowed every drop.

Bob and Cheri kissed a few minutes longer and she left him with a smile on his face. Cheri had just lost her virginity and was eager to try out her new found sexual skills in a small Northern town.

Babysittin' Blues



Thanks very much, as always, to Techsan for his quick and accurate editing and to Lady Cibelle for her feedback.

Thanks for reading, please vote. Please note that this is an idle fantasy and I'm sure that lawyers could rip it apart and shred it. Please suspend your lawyerly instincts for a while and just accept this for what it is… a story.

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SOMEBODY HAS TO BABY SIT

Well, it looked like it was my turn to baby sit. Not that I minded. Lucy (Lucinda) was our twenty-two-month-old daughter. I say daughter, but she is as much the love of my life as her mother is. She was a real surprise to us as we had been trying for kids since we got married eighteen years ago.

Marla was out working at a blind auction at the church. She had some shopping to do afterwards and was going to be gone for a while. 

Believe it or not, I was actually pretty good at this babysitting stuff. Yep. I could feed 'em, bathe 'em and change diapers with the best of them. I did the first and second right on schedule and hoped I wouldn't have to do the third. Lucy was working her way through potty training, but hell, accidents do happen. 

I sat her down and she did what she was supposed to. I played with her a while, you know, anything to get a giggle and a grin. I'm easy. When she was properly tired out, I took her in to put her to bed. Through long and bitter (well, not that bitter) experience, I had learned to do the smell check as the very last step for bedtime. You know, you grab them underneath the armpits, lift them up and put their nether regions in front of your nose ... and smell. Don't forget that last step. So I did the smell test and ... oh crap!

Well, you know, accidents do happen. Like I say, I've done this before so first I got out everything I needed and then I started changing her diaper. Only one problem, when I pulled out three of the baby wipes from the carton I noticed there weren't anymore. Now Marla and any woman I ever saw could make do with no more than three baby wipes. It usually took me about six. From the smell this looked close to my personal record of nine baby wipes.

Now here we have to get into the difference between men and women. I know, everything is equal now and women reporters can go into men's locker rooms, but woe unto the male reporter that tries to do the reverse. I maintain, a minnow swimming against the ocean tide, that there are really notable differences between the sexes (without even talking about the sex part.) 

A woman would just wave her arms around her body (or god forbid, her purse.) and come up with a workable solution. No fuss, no muss. But a man is logical. The job called for baby wipes and by god I was going to use baby wipes. So I sat on the bed for a minute, getting woozy from the fumes and had my fully expected brainstorm.

I had certainly noticed that Marla usually carried a bag of baby stuff around with her all the time. I know, I know. Women think we never notice things. Well, I'm here to tell you that that ain't true. It was less than three months after Marla got her hair cut short that I told her how nice it looked. I never did find out why she was pissed at me though. Women.

So being a man, ergo logical, I thought it through as I was becoming nauseous from the increasingly foul odor. With no more of three minutes of applying my keenly analytical mind, I decided it should be in the closet. So I looked. Violá! Logic prevails again. A pink bag with a brilliant red "Baby" splashed on the side.

Holding down Lucy with one hand I rummaged through the bag with the other, feeling for the baby wipes. I hope to tell you, it was a mess. I guess women (easy now, I've got a crappy diaper to deal with) use the baby bag for overflow from their purse. I dumped the bag on the bed and grabbed the wipes; I figured I'd deal with the mess later. 

Lucy has always been pretty good at going to sleep ... after no more than ten minutes of requisite whining and complaining - hey, she is a girl - she fell asleep. I took the bag in the kitchen and wiped it out with some paper towels and went back to put everything back ... you know, organize it.

Let's see ... the gum goes in the trash, same for the gum wrappers. The deposit slip I put in my shirt pocket. The dirty Kleenex went into the trash also. The small package of new tissues - back in the bag. Same for clean diapers and Desitin. Empty wrapper for prophylactics goes… oh crap! What the hell is this?

THE HUNT FOR TRUTH

I missed Lucy's birth. She was four months old when I got back from my war. I was one of the lucky National Guard troops that got called up for Iraq, second edition. For thirteen months I fixed teeth and was otherwise totally bored. Yeah, I'm a dentist. War for me meant doing what I did all the time anyway, except I didn't get paid very much for it. Luckily I had a patriotic partner that agreed to keep the partnership alive until I got back. I had to borrow from my retirement account to keep the family going.

Now, after I had paid my dues to my country, I come home and find out she is cheating. I felt betrayed ... devastated. My love for her was total and I had thought she felt the same. 

We had been trying for years to have children and it just never worked out. That made Lucy such a special gift. But I was forty and Marla was thirty-eight and that was getting too old to be having children. Sure, she could have another child but as each year passed the risks would increase. Marla and I had a 'come to Jesus' meeting a month after I got back from Iraq … either she or I should get fixed. I very lucidly presented all the reasons why it shouldn't be me. 

You've been there: high blood pressure, change in voting patterns, loss of interest in televised sports. The stories are legend. So it only made sense for ... me to have a vasectomy. Which I did. Hey. No change in blood pressure. I could watch football games for ten hours straight and I had never voted anyway. She never even apologized.

But the vasectomy meant that there could be no good reason why the prophylactics would be in the diaper bag.

I prided myself on being logical - thinking things through and then getting pissed off. I couldn't see when she had the time to cheat on me. She didn't work but with the baby and the volunteer work at our church she had a busy schedule. She didn't go out except to shop and her church work was during the day with a lot of people around… soup kitchens, volunteer teachers aide at the church school; you know the drill. She sure as hell didn't have any 'girls' nights out.

The only thing was ... damn, last week after I got fixed she went home to Omaha for a few days. When she came back she seemed a little upset. I asked her what was wrong and she muttered something about how old her mom was getting – she was always forgetting things. Thinking it through that was the only time she could have done anything. Oh, Marla! Why did you do this to me? Who are you cheating with?

I knew I needed a plan or I would go nuts. I thought of all the obvious things: private detective, hidden camera or microphones, even following her. I didn't feel comfortable with any of these. It would be hard enough just to lose her. Even if she still loved and wanted me, I knew I couldn't live with her if she was cheating on me. To see photos or to hear her telling some other man how much she loved him would stay a stone in my heart forever.

Finally I just decided to sit down and talk to her. We had always been able to work through our problems. I didn't think she would lie to me right to my face. Damn.

Before I had the talk though, I wanted to make sure that Lucy was mine. Tears came to my eyes just thinking about that. I immediately got a swab from the baby and put it in a Ziploc bag. Marla was coming in for a checkup next week and she would never notice my taking a swab from the inside of her cheek.

Marla came home from her running around and gave me a big hug.

"Toby, I love you so much. How was Lucy?"

What could I tell her, that she was as full of shit as the baby was? 

"Oh, she was great. Outside of my having to change her diapers a couple of times that is. Oh, by the way, I ran out of baby wipes. Luckily I found some in the diaper bag in the closet."

Hmmm. She seems a little pale now.

"Man, the diaper bag was a mess. I had to dump everything out and put it back, throwing the trash away."

Damn, now she looked like a ghost.

I didn't want to push it until I got the DNA lab results back so I finished with, "Yeah, she was a great little girl. We were really lucky to get such a sweet baby so late in our marriage. God has blessed us."

I walked away and got a beer from the fridge and sat down to watch whatever game was on (there is always some game on).

A few days later I got her swab and took the results over to a local lab. I knew the lab manager from college. I told him what I needed. He smiled knowingly and said he would rush it.

So I waited. Marla played the loving wife. Slut. I played the loving husband. Liar. Life was wonderful ... just peachy keen.

DISASTER

A couple weeks later my friend Bob called me and asked if I could meet him for a beer after work. We met at the Pub and had a couple of Pints of John Courage. This was Bob's idea of a joke. He said I needed courage to see the lab results. 

Damn. Damn! I knew it. That damned slut.

Laughing a little (what the hell was funny?), Bob pulled out the results. 

"First, Toby, the good news. You are Lucy's father. No question."

Well, that made me feel a better – a lot better.

"Now the rest of this is strange. In fact I have never seen anything like this. Marla is not the mother"

What? Jesus, what was going on?

"Bob, what do you mean? How is that possible?"

"Well, my best guess is the mother is a close relative of Marla's. Does she have a sister?"

Oh, hell. Except for Marla's role in all this it was clear what had happened. Just before I went overseas Joanne came down to visit us for a couple days. Marla was going to help out at an all day church picnic. I couldn't go with her because that Saturday afternoon I had to go to the National Guard Armory to fill out paperwork for the shipment to Iraq the following week.

Joanne was really a sexy package. Statuesque is the word that comes to mind. She didn't have huge breasts but they sure looked like a handful. The night before she had worn a low cut blouse, a peasant's blouse I think she called it. She kept showing me what she had and I kept looking at it. Hey, I'm a man. I even got a couple of flashes of dark pink nipples.

So about an hour after Marla left for the picnic I was lazing in bed imagining what Joanne really looked like. The door quietly opened and as soon as Joanne saw that I was awake she walked in. She was wearing a short nightgown and panties that seemed pretty sheer to me. Talk about an instant erection.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Toby, but I don't like that shower/tub in the guest bathroom. Could I use yours?"

Somehow (accidentally?) she didn't close the door all the way and I could see her reflection in the mirror as she slipped the gown off and jumped in the shower. After a minute the glass fogged up and I couldn't see her anymore. I put the pillow over my face trying to decide whether to run for it or not. I'd finally decided to throw my robe on and go downstairs and have some coffee.

I heard the shower stop and lifted the pillow up and peeked at her. She was standing in the bathroom, facing me and toweling off. She had a funny smile on her face. She dropped the towel and slowly walked across the carpet to me. There was no smile on her face now. Not saying a word she got on the bed and sat on top of me then leaned forward and put her lips to mine. I was gone.

Later, we both felt really bad about it and we agreed not to say anything. She told me she had always had a crush on me and had lain in bed all night thinking of how we could get together. We both apologized to each other. She headed on home and I went to the Armory. 

We were selling our condo in Shawnee Mission, Kansas and Marla would live with her folks in Des Moines, Iowa while I was gone to Iraq. When I got back we were going to buy a new house in a development that was in the planning stages. 

I felt really bad for a couple of days and then with all the hassle of embarkation I gradually forgot about it. Oh, a flash would come to me once in a while and I would smile a guilty smile, but this happened less and less often as time went by.  

A couple of months after I got to Iraq I got a letter from Marla saying she was pregnant. That was a wonderful surprise. When I got home Marla mentioned to me, among other family news - that Joanne had died. She didn't give any details and I thought it politic not to ask any questions. Our house was finished and she had moved back from Des Moines into an extended stay place until the closing.

But Marla and I needed to talk.

THE TALK

When I got home I told Marla we needed to talk after Lucy was asleep. She nodded her head sadly and went in to fix dinner.

Later we sat down in the living room; somehow the more formal atmosphere seemed appropriate. I thought I would skip any alcohol; I wanted to keep a clear head. I changed my mind and poured a large single-malt. I figured I'd need it. Marla had her usual evening tea.

Both of us looked at each other ... not knowing how to start. Finally I jumped in.

"Marla, do you love me?"

"Yes, Toby, I do. Very, very much."

"Do you want us to stay together?"

"Oh, yes. Honey, I have always loved you."

"Okay. Do you believe that I love you?"

"Yes, honey."

"Do you believe me when I say I want to stay married to you?"

"Yes, I do believe you."

With that I went over to the sofa and sat down by her and took her in my arms. We both sat there crying for a while. Finally I got up and went back to my chair. 

"Marla, can we start with that then? We love each other and want to stay together?

She nodded her head.

"I don't know all that has happened but let me tell you what I know. Let me finish and then you tell me what you know. Okay?"

She nodded again.

"I would guess that you know this. Just before I shipped to Iraq I had a brief affair with Joanne. She came into our bedroom when you were at the church picnic. I should have told her to leave. To my shame I didn't and I've felt terrible about it ever since. I've done everything I could to make it up to you since."

Marla smiled and nodded at that.

"When I told you a couple of weeks ago that I had cleaned the diaper bag I found something else. The way you looked when I told about the bag I expect you can guess what I found. Tell me, Marla, what do you think it was?"

Looking drawn, she sighed and whispered, "An empty wrapper for a rubber."

I stared at her for a minute. "Okay, we will come back to that later. I'd never had any reason to think you would cheat ... "

Marla jumped from the sofa and I could hear her retching in the hall toilet. I sat sipping my scotch, letting my mind wander. 





Babysittin' Blues



"I finally talked her into getting a no-fault divorce with Sam and promised we would help her with money if she needed it later. We cooked up this stupid scheme that we would say the baby was mine. I didn't want you to know I had found out about you and Joanne. So I wrote that letter to you that I was pregnant. We did all the paperwork for me to adopt the baby at birth. We didn't need any papers for you since you were the birth father. Mom and dad know about this, of course. We told them everything and they agreed to support us."

"Everything would have worked out okay except Joanne died during childbirth. The baby was fine but Joanne started hemorrhaging. Before the doctors rushed me out of there, she told me to take care of her baby and that she was sorry. Then Sam!"

"He came by the hospital when he heard she had died. I was looking through the window at the baby and felt someone standing close beside me, his breath foul with whiskey. It was Sam. He said he was going to take the baby home with him. I panicked. We argued about it, finally having to go out to the parking lot, people were starting to stare at us. Finally he said I could keep the baby if I would sleep with him. I was horrified."

"Then, he started walking back towards the hospital. I was frantic. I hollered at him to come back, that I would do it. I asked him what I had to do. He said I had to let him have sex right then and once in the future. Toby, I'm so sorry. I was so confused ... I wanted that baby so bad. We had ... had sex in the back of his van. It was awful. He was so rough. I felt nothing but pain. It was over in five minutes. He just pulled up my skirt and pushed it in. I was completely dry. It was rape more than anything. He did, at least, use protection."

"He said if he could do it one more time I could have, as he put it, "That damn baby!" Since I had all the paperwork, the hospital released the baby to me. I sent you the telegram about our new daughter. I knew you liked the name Lucinda Anna so that's what I had on the birth certificate. I'd had to take over the financial stuff and I kept all the papers in a safety deposit box. I knew I would have to tell you eventually, certainly before Lucy started school, but I kept putting it off."

"Then, last month when I went back to visit the folks and let them spend some time with the baby Sam showed up one night. My mom and dad were out at a play so I was alone. He told me it was time to finish our agreement. I didn't want to but I was afraid that he would just rape me and I was also afraid for the baby. He can be very violent."

"We went upstairs and he told me to take off my clothes. I took off everything but my bra and panties and told him I couldn't do it without protection. He dug a rubber out of his pocket and told me to open it. I took the cover off while he pulled his pants down. I put the rubber on him and then I lost it. I started crying hysterically and said I couldn't do it. I told him I'd call the police and that you would kill him."

"He gave me a dirty look and I thought he was going to hit me. Then he started laughing and pulled his pants up, still with the rubber on. I guess he was pretty drunk. He said, "Shit! You were a lousy fuck anyway." and left, almost falling down the stairs. I never saw him again. I put the empty wrapper in the bag so my folks wouldn't see it. I forgot to take it out."

"I'm so sorry Toby. I know it's too much to forgive, but please don't kick me out. I love you so much and I can't live without my baby."

With this she became hysterical. It took me a long time to settle her down. I guess she had bottled everything up for so long that it was too much for her to handle. I held her for a long time – hours – until she calmed down.

I whispered in her ear, "I love you forever. I promise to love only you and to be faithful. I ask only your love in return."

I could hear the baby crying. She probably needed changing and that was my job.

Oh, by the way. About Sam? Well, I heard from a good friend of mine I met in Iraq that Sam used a wheel chair these days. Funny how life goes.

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Babysitting



The houses were all quiet, bathed in the moonlight. I shut the curtain and paced back across the living room. It was already past two o'clock. I was bored, there was nothing on televisions, all the stations had signed off over an hour ago. My eyes were to tired to continue reading. This was going to be a longer night than I had bargained for. I laid back down on the sofa, just to rest for a little bit.

I knew I would be out late when I agreed to baby-sit for Brandy. She had recently divorced her husband, and now was back into the singles scene. I knew she was a wild woman. The way she ran around in the tightest cut-off jeans and bikini top. A complete and total tease. I could never imagine her as being married. I often wondered if she married him just to have the double moniker; Brandy Brande. At least tomorrow I could sleep in, a little. My Dad was fanatical about cutting the grass first thing Saturday morning.

"Dale?"

I felt a hand gently pressing on my chest.

"Dale, wake up," I heard a soft voice say.

"Huh," I opened my eyes. Brandy was sitting on the side of the sofa, gently rubbing my chest. "I'm awake."

"Dreaming huh," Brandy smiled softly.

"Yeah," I answered and stretched.

"I like dreams," Brandy smiled. I almost missed it. But I saw Brandy glance down.

"Really?" I suddenly knew I had to wake up. Something was wrong. I shook my mind awake. Blinking hard I realized I was erect! I gasped, half sitting up.

"Don't get up too quickly," Brandy said quietly pressing me back down. She still had that knowing smirk on her face. "Wake up first before you get up. So was it a good dream?"

I tried to gather my senses. What should I do. I knew my erection would be plainly visible through my sweat pants. I propped myself up on my elbows and brought my knee up. I glanced down and saw that doing that camouflaged my erection, somewhat.

"Well, was it?" Brandy glanced down and smiled. She knew what I was trying to hide.

"Was what 'what?'" I asked. I tried to shift my hips to further cover my embarrassment. Brandy kept her small hand pressed against my chest.

"Your dream?" Brandy patted my chest. "was it a good one?"

"Yeah," I stammered. I wanted to sit up. But doing so would force me to push Brandy off the sofa. Brandy was sitting on the edge of the sofa, her left arm resting on me. She had me trapped. "I guess."

"Yeah," Brandy glanced down again. "I guess."

My face flushed when she looked me in the eyes. She was teasing me. Making me lie there with this raging erection, and unable to escape. I knew Brandy could feel my heart racing. She smiled at me again and slowly patted my chest. We existed in this awkward situation.

"Well," I stammered, trying to think of something to say.

"Well," Brandy drew a deep breath. "Why don't you tell me about your dream."

"What?" I said. I wanted to get up and run.

"What was your dream about?" Brandy asked again. She adjusted herself on the sofa. I quickly ran my eyes over her. She was wearing a button down shirt that was tied up, exposing her stomach. Only the bottom two buttons were done. Her tight jeans were low on her waist.

"Um, I don't know," I answered. Looking her in the eyes, I noticed she had carefully watched me check her out.

"A good dream like that," Brandy overtly glanced down. "And you don't remember what it was about."

I squirmed uncomfortably. My erection wasn't going down. In fact Brandy's teasing was making me harder. My attempt to cover up was failing. I felt myself blushing even harder.

"Do you remember who was in it?" Brandy asked. She was slowly sliding her hand down my chest towards my stomach.

"No," I answered quickly.

"Really," Brandy smiled. "Are you sure."

"Pretty sure," I answered, tensing as Brandy's hand moved across my stomach.

"Was I in it?" Brandy asked.

"What?!" I was startled by her question.

"Well, was I in your dream," Brandy looked directly into my eyes.

"No," I blurted out quickly, a little too quickly.

"No!" Brandy smiled. "Why not?"

"I don't know," I stammered.

Brandy smiled, "That's too bad. Don't you want me in your dream?"

"I don't know," I answered.

"You don't know?" Brandy giggled. Her elbow bumped into my erection. Her eyes widened. I tried to pull my hips deeper into the sofa. "I'm not worthy of being in your dreams?"

"No," I didn't know what to say. "You're worthy, it’s just, well, I don't know."

"I understand," Brandy patted my chest.

Brandy was teasing me, obviously aware of my erection. She was sitting here teasing me. She wouldn't be doing this unless she was interested. I gathered my strength, "Why did you think I was dreaming about you?"

"Well," Brandy smirked. She was a little surprised by my sudden bolder move. But at the same time I saw that she liked it. "Usually people will dream about what they did that day. Since you are here babysitting, I thought maybe I was in it."

"Oh," I said. Brandy's had slowly worked her hand down to my stomach.

"You know you were in one of my dreams," Brandy confessed.

"I was?" I swallowed hard. Brandy's arm bumped my erection again.

"Yeah," Brandy smiled. "Do you want to hear about it?"

"I guess," I answered.

"Well, I was locked out of my house, and couldn't get in," Brandy said. She readjusted herself on the sofa. As she did her arm came down squarely on my erection. Brandy smirked and left her arm there. I tried to pull my hips back into the sofa, but doing that actually made my erection press against her arm harder. "Are you uncomfortable?"

"A little bit," I answered, hoping Brandy would let me up.

"Don't be uncomfortable just because I had a dream about you," Brandy teased. She knew full well that wasn't the type of discomfort I had in mind. She had no intention of letting me escape from this predicament. She patted and rubbed my stomach, in doing so her arm rubbed against my erection.

"OK," I answered. Her arm rubbing against my erection was driving me crazy.

"So, anyway, I ran over to your house to get some help," Brandy continued. "You were home alone. So you let me in."

I tried to shift on the sofa... She was starting to get me really excited by 'accidentally' rubbing her arm against my erection. Brandy allowed me to shift, then readjust her arm so it again was brushing against my erection. She was really going to tease me.

"Yeah, so anyway, you let me in and didn't seem to interested in helping me." Brandy continued. "I was standing there begging for you to help me and you just sat there and looked at me."

"I did? Why would I do that?" I asked.

"Probably because I was naked," Brandy said, making sure she was watching my reaction.

"Oh really?" I tried to act nonchalant.

"Oh really," Brandy mocked me. She rubbed her arm against my erection harder for effect. "Wouldn't you like to see me naked?"

"I don't know," I stammered. I felt like my head was going to explode. I had no idea what to say. I couldn't believe this was happening to me..

"I don't think you would mind," Brandy said. She rubbed her arm straight up and down on my erection. She looked down, for a second I thought she was going to grab me.

"Really?" I tried to play dumb.

"You know," Brandy slid her hand under my shirt. Her delicate fingers running circles around my belly button. I tensed at her touch. "Relax."

"I'll try," I answered. My erection screamed in my sweatpants.

"So, in my dream, you made me pose naked for you," Brandy ran her hand farther up under my shirt to my chest. "Then do you know what happened?"

"No," I almost groaned my answer. Brandy smiled, she was liking driving me crazy.

"I made you get naked," Brandy ran her hand down my stomach, brushing my erection.

"Really," I didn't know how much more of this I could take.

"Are you a virgin?" Brandy asked.

"What?!" I answered.

"Are you a virgin?" Brandy repeated as she finally put her hand on my sweatpants and wrapped her fingers around my erection. I jumped. Brandy smiled and started stroking my through my sweatpants. I looked down to make sure this was really happening. My sweatpants had a small stain from my leaking erection.

"You are," Brandy answered her own question. She was right. I had never been with a woman, in fact I had never even been kissed.

"Well," I didn't know what to say.

"Don't be embarrassed," Brandy smiled. "How old are you? Eighteen?"

"Yes," I answered. "My birthday was last month."

"Really?'," Brandy paused. I thought she was about to quit rubbing me.

"Yup, on the third," I answered.

"Good," Brandy teased. She started rubbing my erection again. "You know you can never tell anyone about this."

"I won't," I promised earnestly.

"Oh yes you will," Brandy said. "I bet all of your friends will hear the story by noon tomorrow."

"No they won't," I promise.

Brandy eyed me carefully. "If I ever hear any stories."

"You won't," I was practically begging.

"Hmm," Brandy paused. She continued stroking my erection through my sweatpants. For the first time I arched my hips to give her a better angle. Brandy grabbed my erection harder.

"Well," I questioned pleadingly.

"Well," Brandy mocked me. "I suppose if this is going to happen I should examine the package." Brandy deftly grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them down to expose my erection. I gasped as she touched my erection with her hand. Bare skin on bare skin. "Nice cock."

"Oh yeah," I moaned. I didn't know you much longer hold out. "Its OK?"

"What's OK?" Brandy said as she wiped leaking fluid from my cock. I didn't care that she wiped it on my sweatpants.

"My, uh," I stammered. "My erection."

"Your erection?!" Brandy laughed, she grabbed my erection and held it up. "My dear boy, this isn't an erection. This is a cock."

"A cock," I said in agreement.

"A nice big fat cock," Brandy stroked it hard. "I know I'm going to be sore in the morning."

I smiled as Brandy expertly stroked my hard cock. I felt myself building towards an orgasm.

"We better not do it here," Brandy said. "I don't want the kids walking out on us."

"OK," I said. Brandy had stopped just moments before I was about to come.

"Let's go downstairs," Brandy pulled my sweatpants back over my cock. She stood up allowing me to look over her firm petite body. I quickly sat up. "Are you OK?"

"A little dizzy," I answered. Brandy put her hand on my shoulder. "I'll be OK."

"Come on," Brandy held out her hand, I took it. She gently pulled me off the sofa. I pulled up the back of my sweatpants as she led me through the kitchen. Brandy flicked the light switching leaving the upstairs dark behind us.

"We have a spare bedroom downstairs," Brandy whispered as she led me down the stairs. My cock was pounding in my sweatpants. I slowly shut the door behind me. We crossed an unfinished family room to the far corner. Brandy opened the door and pulled me in. She switched off the light in the family room, leaving the only light on by the stairs. Brandy shut and locked the door.

"This is your guest room?" I asked. I slowly walked to the center of the room. The room wasn't finished yet. The sheet-rocked walls needed to be patched and taped. The closet doors leaned against the far wall. The floor was covered by a small area rugs.

"Yeah, we are almost finished," Brandy said. She went to the window and pulled the shades. "I should be able to finish it this winter. Then Todd wants to move down here. He's starting to get to that age where he wants to be independent."

"I see," I answered. "Boys will be boys."

"Speaking of boys," Brandy smiled as she walked over to me and grabbed my cock. She started stroking me through my sweatpants. "What do you want to do first?"

"Uh, I don't know," I moaned. I was so close to coming I didn't know what to do.

"You are ready to explode," Brandy smiled up at me. "We'll have to take care of that so you can relax and enjoy yourself."

"What do you mean?" I asked. Brandy had deftly slid my sweatpants down, exposing my throbbing cock.

"You are going to be incapable of anything until you get off, so I'm going to get you off," Brandy smiled and licked her lips.

"Are you going to get naked?" I asked.

"You want me to get naked first?" Brandy smiled.

"Yeah," I nervously mumbled.

"OK," Brandy stepped back and unbuttoned her shirt. I bit my lip as she peeled off her shirt. She had on a tiny black lace bra. Her small tits actually looked larger than I thought they would be. Brandy ran her hands under her tits and cupped them for me. "You like that?"

"Yes," I answered.

Brandy smiled. She dropped her hands down and unbuttoned her jeans. She slid her jeans down over her hips, letting them drop to her ankles. She had on small black lace panties that matched her bra. Brandy stepped out of her jeans and pushed them towards the corner.

"Nice," I mumbled. I let my eyes wander over her small tight body. Her stomach was perfectly flat with the cutest little belly button I had ever seen. Brandy ran her hands over her tan body, guiding my eyes on a visual tour.

"You like this?" Brandy smiled at me. She brought her hand up behind her an unsnapped her bra. She turned her back to me and let her bra fall to the floor. Turning around to face me she had covered her tits with her hands. "You want to see?"

"Yes," I stammered.

Brandy smiled as she slid her hands off her tits and cupped them for me. Her tits were really small. Barely standing out from the rest of her body. But her nipples were pointed hard. She ran her hands around her tits before dropping them down to her panties. I smiled in eager anticipation. "You want me to take these off?" Brandy turned and pulled her panties down exposing her butt.

"Yeah," I licked my lips.

"Not yet," Brandy turned to face me. "I want to see you naked first."

"You want me to get naked?" I asked. Brandy nodded. Her panties barely covered her. "OK." I quickly pulled of my shirt and tossed it to the side. In one swift motion I dropped my sweatpants, pulling them off with my socks.

"Holy shit!" Brandy laughed. "That didn't take you long."

"I know," I laughed. My heart was pounding in my chest.

"Here it goes," Brandy slid her panties down exposing her dark pubic bush. She flicked her panties to the corner. She held her arms out. "What do you think?"

"Great," I stammered. A surge of warmth shuddered through me. My eyes wandered all over her naked body, I couldn't get enough of looking at her naked. Brandy patiently stood there and let me look at her.

"Are you ready?" Brandy said coyly as she walked over to me. Her hand wrapped around my pulsating cock. "You are leaking." Brandy rubbed my leakage over my raging cock. The mere touch of her sent another shudder through me. "Just relax and enjoy." Brandy kissed me gently on the chest before dropping to her knees.

"Oh God," I moaned as Brandy took my cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue massaging my member. I closed my eyes, letting Brandy's delicate mouth work her wonders. She sucked me in and out of her mouth slowly, carefully working over my cock with her tongue. I knew I wasn't going to be able to take very much of this.

"Hmm, tastes good," Brandy said. I looked down, Brandy ran her hand up my chest. "You are really big, it’s quite a mouthful."

"Thanks," I said. Brandy giggled and slid me back in her mouth. I couldn't help but watch the wondrous sight of my cock slicing in and out of Brandy's mouth. My orgasm was going to come quickly. My body was quickly building towards an explosion. Brandy sensing this looked up at me. Our eyes locked. She started sucking harder, driving me towards the end. I looked into her wild eyes, unable to speak as the convulsion racked through me. I felt the warmth gush from me into her wet mouth. Brandy squinted in determination as she took my load. Then she swallowed hard.

I blinked numbly as she slowly and surely sucked my cock clean. Her eyes remaining locked with mine as she finished me off. She allowed my still hard cock to pop out of her mouth. It stood there glistening.

"Did you like that?" Brandy answered as she wiped the edges of her mouth with her fingers.

"Oh yeah," I stammered. I felt lightheaded.

"I should have grabbed something to wash this down with," Brandy opened her mouth for me, showing me my white cum on her tongue. She ran her tongue around in her mouth and swallowed. "You shot quite a load. I almost couldn't handle it."

"I'm sorry," I put my hand on her shoulder. Her skin was hot to the touch.

"I'll just run upstairs and get us something to drink," Brandy patted my chest. "Just lie down and make yourself comfortable."

"OK," Brandy slipped out the door. I spread out on the bed. Alone, I wondered if this was all a cruel dream. I giggled and whispered to myself. "I got a blow job." I lay there smiling.

"I got you a Coke," Brandy quietly shut the door behind her. She crossed the room and handed it to me. "I thought for a moment the kids were awake."

"That would suck," I took a cool drink from the Coke.

"Yeah," Brandy agreed. "I haven't gotten off yet."

"Oh," I smiled. "What do you need me to do?"

"I'll teach you," Brandy patted me. Her touch sent a tingle through my still semi-hard cock. "Still pretty hard, that's impressive."

"Really," I took another sip.

"That's what I like about young guys, they get just like that, and can stay hard forever," Brandy set her glass on the nightstand. "Are you ready for a lesson?"

"Yeah," I smiled. Brandy took my glass.

"First, how well do you kiss?" Brandy straddled me. Her warm thighs against my sides. I could feel the soft wetness of her pussy pressing against my cock.

"Uh, I don't know," I answered. I carefully put my hands on her hips.

"Have you ever been kissed?" Brandy rubbed my chest.

"Uh, not really," I answered.

"Never had a girlfriend?" Brandy leaned in closer to me.

"No," I answered. I was so uncomfortable and unsure around women.

"So, you are a clean slate," Brandy giggled. "You better be a good learner."

"I'll try," I promised.

"OK," Brandy smiled. She slid flat against me. I could smell the faint smell of alcohol on her breath. Brandy leaned in and kissed me on the lips softly. I kissed her back, carefully.

"Relax," Brandy encouraged me. "Open you mouth a little." I opened my mouth and tried to relax. Brandy kissed me again. I kissed her back. Brandy slipped her tongue into my mouth.

"Oh God," I gasped. I hadn't expected that.

"You didn't expect tongue," Brandy kissed me softly. "That's the best part. Just open your mouth and follow my lead."

"OK," I answered. Brandy kissed me again, I opened my mouth and let her in. the strange warm wetness engulfed me. Her tongue wrestled with mine. I surrendered to her. She led me, teaching me, kissing me. I pulled her close. I never wanted this moment to end.

I found myself swept away, Brandy writhed her naked body on mine as we kissed. I ran my hands over her warm soft skin. Her body was firm. I ran my hand over her small butt. Brandy spread her legs wide around me. I found the courage to run my finger between her legs. I felt the warm folds of her pussy. Brandy let out a sigh at my touch.

"Oh yes," Brandy moaned. She pulled my head down, forcing my face into her tits. I hungrily swallowed her small tits. Rolling her hard nipples with my tongue. Brandy pressed her chest into me. She was smothering me with her hot body. I pulled her in tighter.

"I want you to eat my pussy," Brandy moaned. She slid up bringing her legs up over my shoulders. For the first time I clearly could see her swollen pussy lips. She adjusted herself again, bringing her pussy directly over my face. I felt the heat from her against my cheek. "Lick it."

I tentatively flicked my tongue over her pussy lips. She was musty, yet tantalizing. I gingerly licked her pussy lips.




Babysitting



"Oh yes," Brandy moaned. She settled down on me. Her pussy lips pressed against my lips. I wrapped my arms around her legs. I started licking her pussy more firmly. Brandy started grinding her hips to match my tongue. "Oh yeah, like that."

I slipped my tongue deep into her wet pussy. She stiffened as I penetrated her. I flickered my tongue in her pussy. She swiveled her hips, making her pussy swivel around my tongue. I pulled her legs down towards me. Forcing her pussy tighter against my face.

"Oh yes, just like that," Brandy squealed. She ground herself on my tongue. I thought I was going to sprain my tongue. But her pussy was wet and tasty. I licked her vigorously. I could feel her swollen clitoris pressed against my lips. I moved my licking pattern towards it. Brandy adjusted herself slightly, allowing to lick her clitoris with ease.

"Mmm, that is so good," Brandy moaned. Her body was tensing with every lick. I could sense she was building towards orgasm. I targeted my licking on her clitoris.

"Oh yes," Brandy moaned deeply. I could feel her body shivering. I felt a warm rush in her pussy. Brandy moaned as she quivered on top of me. She was reaching orgasm. I continued to lick her, trying to keep driving her orgasm. Brandy grabbed my head and pulled me into her pussy. I had difficulty breathing as I rammed my tongue deep into her pussy.

"Oh God," Brandy squealed. She shivered again, even harder than before. My tongue was deep in her pussy. "Yes! Yes!"

I felt Brandy tense as a second orgasm racked her. I was surprised that I was able to give her two orgasm's. I continued to lick her, enjoying feeling her writhe in pleasure. I kept up my pace, trying to catch a breath whenever I could. She was pressing her pussy tightly on me. She rode me forever, tensing and shivering as she rode out her orgasm.

Finally, I could her slow down as her orgasm passed. I waited until she started to slow down, then I would change my pace or location, sending her into a miniature orgasm. I ran my hands over her legs, she was warm and moist, a fine layer of sweat covering her.

"God!" Brandy moaned at last. "That was good."

Brandy slowly ground her pussy over my mouth. I slowly released my hold on her hips, allowing her to pulled away from my. My entire face was wet from her pussy. Brandy leaned back and looked down at me.

"Oh my God," She laughed. "I soaked you."

"I know," I answered then flicked my tongue over her dripping pussy.

"Oh yeah," Brandy giggled. She ground her pussy against me. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Never," I answered.

"You were really good," Brandy slid back off my face. She grabbed a rag from the small table next to the bed. She wiped off my face. "Look at how much you made me drip."

"I'm sorry," I answered.

"Don't be sorry," Brandy smiled. "You made me come a couple of times, really good ones too."

"Really?" I smiled.

"Yes," Brandy leaned back and wiped her pussy. "Where did you learn to eat pussy?"

"Just from porn magazines, and my friend's brother had a porno movie we watched," I answered.

"What kind of magazines?" Brandy set the rag aside.

"Just Penthouse and Hustler," I answered.

"What did you think the first time you saw a pussy?" Brandy settled back, sitting on my chest.

"Honestly, at first I was kind of grossed out," I laughed. The first pussy I ever saw was a big old hairy pussy that didn't look sexy at all.

"But since then you've learned to appreciate pussy?" Brandy ran her fingers around her pussy lips.

"Oh yeah," I responded. I was watching her finger herself.

"And you liked sticking your tongue in here," Brandy slipped her fingers into her wet pussy.

"Definitely," I responded.

"It felt so good," Brandy cooed as she slid her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her fingers glistened with her wetness.

"Thanks," I was mesmerized by watching her finger herself.

"You like watching me," Brandy smiled down at me, she started gyrating her hips to match the rhythm of her hand.

"Yes," I said.

"Do you want to watch me masturbate?" Brandy smiled devilishly at me.

"OK," I answered.

"This won't take long," Brandy moaned. "You've got me so horny."

I sat back as Brandy fingered herself. I could feel her tightening up, quickly building to another orgasm. I ran my hands over her thighs as she quickly fingered herself to an orgasm.

"Oh God!" Brandy squealed. She was fingering herself furiously as she writhed on top of me. Another orgasmic wave rushing through her body. I held her legs firmly, fearing she would slip off of me. Brandy squinted in intense concentration as the last orgasmic wave passed through her.

"Wow," I said softly.

"Wow is right," Brandy slowly rubbed herself. "I never masturbated for someone before."

"Really?" I said.

"Yeah," Brandy smiled at me. "I just saw you watching me play with my pussy, and felt the urge to masturbate for you."

"An urge?" I questioned.

"Yeah, you were watching me so intensely," Brandy smiled. "It just made me hot."

"Well, it was nice," I smiled

"Thanks," Brandy smiled back. "I'm not to heavy for you, am I?"

"No," I answered. She was so tiny and dainty, It didn't even feel like she was sitting on me at all.

"Good," Brandy smiled. She turned and looked over her shoulder. "How are you doing down there?"

"Good," I answered. My cock was stiff in the air.

"That's what's ice about being a young guy," Brandy slid off me. "You can stay hard for hours, even after you come."

"OK," I answered. Brandy laid down on the bed next to me.

"Do you want to get on top?" She smiled. "My knees are getting tired."

"OK," I rolled over. Brandy slid under me to the center of the bed. She slid her legs open, allowing me to get between them. I crawled over on top of Brandy. She spread her leg wide for me. I came down on top of her, trying to line up my cock with her pussy.

"Having a little trouble," Brandy patted my shoulder.

"Well," I laughed. I was trying not to crush her, and slip my cock in her pussy at the same time.

"Here," Brandy reached down and guided my cock into her pussy. I felt my cock melt into warm wetness. I thought I was going to explode. I could never have imagined pussy felt so good.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as I started pumping.

"Yeah," Brandy moaned in agreement. She adjusted her body of give me a better angle of penetration. "Just like that."

"This is great," I moaned. I had found my rhythm. Brandy pulled me to her and kissed me deeply. I penetrated her mouth with my tongue. She moaned softly, then matched my kisses. Kissing her deeply as I fucked her turned me on. I kissed her harder and started pumping harder. Brandy gasped into my mouth.

I fucked Brandy silently. Enjoying every moment. Feeling my hard cock slicing in and out of her pussy. She wrapped her legs around me and let me ride. I felt myself building towards orgasm. I didn't want this to end. I pulled out.

"What's wrong?" Brandy asked.

"Nothing," I stammered. "I just wanted to change positions."

"You were getting close," Brandy ran her hands over my chest. "You are stalling."

I shrugged as I sat up. Brandy wrapped her legs around my waist, arching her hips, she deftly slid towards me, sliding my cock back into her pussy. She started grinding her hips. The position was a little uncomfortable, so I pulled Brandy up to me. Brandy pressed herself close to me, kissing me. She slowly gyrated on top of me, teasing my cock.

"This is getting tiring," Brandy whispered in my ear.

"Yeah," I answered. "Its not to comfortable either."

She slid off of me. I glanced down and saw my cock was glistening from her wetness. She pullled away from me and pushed me back. I fell back on my back. Brandy slid on top of me. My head nearly fell over the edge of the bed.

"Now, no more stalling," Brandy mounted me, sliding my cock in her pussy. "Now I'm driving."

"Oh God," I moaned. Brandy started grinding her hips into me. My cock was buried deep in her pussy. I grabbed Brandy by her waist pulling her towards me. I hunrily swallowed her small tits. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me in.

I licked and sucked her hard nipples. I knew it wasn't going to be long before I exploded. I never wanted this to end. Brandy pushed me back down, grabbing my arms she pinned them to my sides. Now as she had me pinned, she ground her pussy hard against me.

"Oh my God," Brandy whimpered. "I can't believe it."

"What?" I asked. Brandy only whimpered and rode me harder. I could feel her tensing in anticipation again. I smiled up at her. Brandy bit her lip in concentration as she gyrated her hips over me. Lowering her head in determination, she drove herself towards orgasm. I lay back and let her ride. She whimpered softly, twitching in delicious pleasure.

"My God," Brandy smiled down at me. "This has never happened before. I like it"

"Thanks," I smiled. I arched my hips driving my soaked cock deep into her pussy.

"I'm sorry," Brandy giggled. She laid on top ov me and kissed me deeply. She finally released my arms. I wrapped my arms around her and started pumping again. Brandy matched my pace. I was building quickly toward orgasm. Brandy sat up, giving me the best angle into her pussy. She propped herself on my chest and rode me.

"Oh God," I moaned. I felt warmth explode from my cock. Brandy slowly rode me, milking my cock. I laid there and let her gently rock me.

"Oh," Brandy smiled. "That was a big load."

Brandy slid off of me. My still hard cock glistened. She looked down at her pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows. She grabbed a rag. I watched as she tensed her pussy. White liquid oozed out. She wiped it up. Squeezed out some more, and wiped. Until she was satisfied she was clean.

"You are still hard," She wiped off my cock. She turned and tossed the rag off the bed.

"Yeah," I sat up and slid in behind Brandy.

"Uh oh," Brandy said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said. I put my hands on Brandy's hips, turning her away from me. She turned for me, settling on her hands and knees. Her tight ass in the air towards me. I slid in behind her, sliding my hard cock into her pussy.

"You just can't get enough, can you," Brandy giggled.

"No way," I answered. I was slowly fucking her. Letting myself enjoy every stroke. Brandy lowered her head and let my pump long slow strokes. I looked down and watched in fascination my wet cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Her pussy lips flared in and out with each stroke.

I settled in and just enjoyed the slow fuck. I felt a tingle run through me. It was going to take a little more for me to come this time.

"Do you want to switch positions?" Brandy asked. "My knees are getting a little sore."

"OK," I answered. I had fucked her doggy style enough. I pulled out of Brandy. She laid down on the bad, still facing away from me. I lowered myself down on her, my cock slipping back in her pussy. Brandy arched her hips for me. I starting fucking her slowly again. Her firm ass slapping against me.

"God, I can't believe yo are still hard," Brandy said.

"Are you kidding, you do this to me," I teased. I kissed her on the back of her neck. I roled to the side, pulled Brandy onto her side. Brandy lifted one leg into the air. My cock never slipped out of her pussy. I shifted down and fucked her gently. Reaching down with my hand, I rubbed the outside of her pussy. I could feel myself getting warm.

"I think I might have one more left in me," I said. I slipped out of Brandy, and rolled her on her back. I wanted to fuck her hard. Brandy opened her legs, I rammed my cock in her pussy. She shimpered softly as I penetrated her.

"Did that hurt?" I asked.

"Yeah, but in a good way," Brandy smiled at me. "I'm just not used to it being so big."

"Yeah, right," I smiled. I started to fuck her harder.

"I'm serious," Brandy said to me. "You are pretty big."

"Yeah," I responded. I didn't really believe her, but as long as I was fucking her, I might as well enjoy the fantasy.

"Yeah," Brandy moaned. She wrapped her legs around me. Holding me tight as I fucked her vigorously. I could feel myself starting to build towards another orgasm. I looked down at Brandy, I knew what I wanted to do to her. But would she be willing. I fucked her harder.

"What?" Brandy asked me. She could tell I wanted something. "You want something, don't you?"

"Yeah," I answered. It wouldn't be much longer now. I slowed my pace, allowing me to enjoy the coming pleasure.

"What is it," Brandy asked. She bounced beneath me with my every stroke.

"Well," I rammed my cock deep in her. Brandy moaned.

"It's dirty, isn't it," Brandy smiled at me.

"Yeah," I smiled back. "But I don't know if you will do it."

"I don't know," Brandy said. "But you won't know until you ask me."

"OK," I let herhave several long strokes. "I want to come in your mouth."

"OK," Brandy said. "You've already done that."

Brandy started to pull away from me. I stopped her, and pulled her back close.

"Oh," Brandy looked at me, knowing what I really wanted.

I continued to fuck her, wondering if she would let me.

"That is dirty," Brandy smiled. "I've never done that before."

"So you won't do it?" I asked.

"Well," Brandy answered. She glanced down. "If you really want it, I'll do it."

"Great," I answered. I was totally turned on now. I starting fucking her towards orgasm. Brandy held on and waited. I felt the coming explosion. "Ready?"

"OK," Brandy answered. I pulled my cock out of her pussy. I crawled up on the bed. Brandy grabbed my pulsating cock, guiding it into her mouth. She moaned at the taste of her own pussy.

"Oh yeah," I moaned as I settled on top of Brandy. She settled back as I fucked her mouth. Her talented tongue ran over my cock. I rammed my cock deep in her mouth as I came. Brandy whimpered as she took my load.

I slowly fucked her mouth. Brandy swallowed my whole load, then carefully sucked my cock clean. I was impressed. I rolled off of her and collapsed, finally spent, on the bed.

"I taste pretty good," Brandy giggled as she wiped around the corners of her mouth.

"I know," I answered. I was spent. My cock was finally starting to go soft.

"So, I finally wore you out," Brandy laughed softly.

"I guess," I answered.

"Its about time," Brandy sighed. "You wore me out."

"Really," I answered. We were laying side by side, totally spent.

"Really," Brandy said. She ran her hand through her hair.

I just laid there, taking in everything that happened. I had gotten laid.

"So," Brandy propped up on an elbow. "Was it what you expected?"

"That and more," I smiled back.

"It certainly was," Brandy curled up next to me. Her body was still hot.

"Oh yeah," I snuggled back. Managing to land right in the middle of the wet spot.

"This is nice," Brandy whispered softly. "But don't get to comfortable, I still have to get you home."

"I know," I said softly. "I could fall asleep right here."

"Well, we better get up before we doze off," Brandy pulled away and sat up.

"Yeah," I sat up. Brandy slid down to the edge of the bed. She started gathering her clothes together. I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Leaning over I found my socks and slid them on. I glanced over at Brandy, she was buttoning her shirt.

"Did you want me to drive you home?" Brandy asked.

"No," I answered. I usually would just cut across the back yards. No need to change my routine my now.

"I figured that," Brandy pulled on her jeans. They were os tight, she had to wiggle herself into them.

I stood up pulling up my sweatpants. I smelled like sex.

"Did you hear something?" Brandy crossed over to the door. She quietly openend the door and looked out into the family room. "I could have sworn I heard something."

"I didn't hear anything," I said. I followed Brandy to the door.

"Oh, I must be paranoid," Brandy said. She flicked on the lights. I lead the way across the family room to go upstairs. I felt Brandy's wetness in my sweatpants. I quietly opened the door at the top of the stairs. The small light above the stove was on.

"What's it like outside?" I asked. I bent over and slipped on my shoes.

"It's nice," Brandy patted my back. "A nice fall night."

"That's good," I had finished and was ready to go.

"I suppose I should pay you," Brandy said. She looked at me mischievioulsy. "For the baby-sitting, not the hot sex."

I smiled. Brandy walked over to her purse on the counter. She pulled out some bills, counted them quickly, then handed them to me.

"Thanks," I said. "For everything."

"You enjoyed it?" Brandy put her hands on my hips.

"Of course," I responded. Brandy smiled up at me, coming up on her tip toes she kissed me softly.

"Now, go home and get some sleep," Brandy smiled as she kissed me one last time. "I may need to hire you for some more babysitting in a week or so."

"I hope so," I joked back. I slipped out the door into the garage. Brandy waited until I cleared out the back the door until she shut off the light. I walked across the backyards towards my house. Dawn was breaking to the east. My shoes were getting wet from the heavy dew. The fall air was a little cool, but I still was warm all over. I had lost my virginity.



Babysitting



This is a true story of the scintillating memories my first long-term girlfriend and I enjoyed during the months before we went off to college.

We were both just twenty (birthdays only a week apart) and had been dating for three years. In that time we had begun babysitting for friends of my parents who had two daughters. The littlest girl was only seven when we started, but her elder sister, Heather, was a precocious fifteen.

Over the three years we got to know and like Heather, and I was particularly interested to watch her evolve from a gawky, awkward early teen into a lithe eighteen year-old, with a killer little figure and dazzling smile. She grew her hair long, something which my girlfriend, Susan, and I always remarked upon whenever we babysat, which became a habitual once-a-month when her parents treated them selves to a night out. By the time our last summer of babysitting came around, Heather's hair had grown from a short crop to a silky dark mane which reached down to mid-back. She wasn't far off leaving high school and looking to go to college herself. Being only two years and a bit younger than us, she'd become pretty familiar - as you do when you get over the early teens age 'gaps' which are basically nothing - and quite 'sisterly' with Susy; meaning, of course, they discussed girly things together which us blokes had neither knowledge of or interest in. Bright green eyes, and finely-boned features had certainly made Heather come of age in a way that perplexed her parents.

Her dad always used to half-joke with me that he couldn't keep the boys away and that he'd seriously considered buying a gun.

On the night in question, Heather's little sister was well tucked up in bed, her parents out and not due back 'til the early hours. Heather was at a party at a friend's house and we'd been told she was under instruction to report back for a midnight curfew. Her parents were still pretty strict with her and as far as I'd known she wasn't prone to being a rebel so we expected her back on time.

By eleven o'clock, Susy and I had watched all we wanted to on Tv, had drunk most of the alcohol Heather's parents left for us (a bottle of wine and some beer) plus some of our own vodka we smuggled in to keep us going, and we were feeling a little frisky.


With an hour or so to spare, I reckoned on getting some of my girl's hot delights before hometime. Susy was a slim blonde with shoulder length golden tresses that had just a hint of a natural curl about them, an all-over light tan (good sunbed use) and a great pair of boobs – I loved her 36cs atop her slim torso – they sat very buoyant. She also had long legs which showed up superbly in a pair of shorts, and a delightfully firm ass – not boyish but just tight enough to stir the loins.

As usual, I made a move with some long, hot kisses and nibbled her ears – a favourite of hers. With the alcohol rushing around after our hormones we were in an energetic mood and up for a bit of devilment. 

She tried the old, 'stop, we can't – not here' stuff but I could tell her resistance was low. Seeing as we had never fooled around while babysitting before, I thought the forbidden nature of it was definitely exciting her.

I put that to the test by challenging her to "Strip off for me here in the lounge with the curtains open. " As we hadn't bothered to close them when the night drew in, the dark windows reflected our shadowy selves back at us as we rolled around the couch, the Tv and ambient lighting of the room glowing against the pitch of outside. The room looked out onto the back garden so there was no passing traffic – a bit of a disappointment to me; the thrill of her stripping with an audience appealed.

Susy hesitated, but looked from the window to me with a challenging glare. She bit her lower lip and stated emphatically, "Right, I'll do it. But you better get it out and let me watch you jerk-off as well." I shrugged – no problem. But I was a bit apprehensive. I hadn't really done anything like that with her – I know we'd been dating for 3 years but sex was mostly straightforward; the only time she'd ever seen me jerk myself was finishing off after I'd pulled out of her.

"I didn't know you liked that," I said undoing my belt with a smile.

"Sometimes. . ." was all she said, a bit sheepish, and quickly took a big slug of my beer.

"Hey," I exclaimed – a striptease is one thing, but when they steal your beer…

"Oh, shut up and get hot." She then gave me a hell of a buzz by flicking on another lamp - we'd been getting by with just two small ones and the Tv. The extra illumination – it was a tall standard lamp – made everything a lot brighter, clearer and real. I suddenly stiffened up pretty quick; in my pants that is; my nerve was fine.

I now got a great, detailed view as Susy flipped the Tv to some late-night music channel and began to undress in rhythm. Her tight halter top went first, revealing a bra that held those perfectly firm breasts together in a world-class display of cleavage. I let a small breath escape – it was always full-systems go when those beauties came out; transformed her from demure girlfriend to raring sex kitten.

She moved slowly, rolling her ass in her tight jeans, and uncatched the bra with one hand while stroking her body with the other.

Her beautiful breasts spilled out, those pink nipples hard – they jutted out quite far, about nearly half an inch; Susy was usually embarrassed about them but when she was really horny she'd display them proudly – like she was then, rolling each between her fingers, smiling a wicked smile at me.

I was transfixed, watching the light play on her golden skin. She snapped me out of it - stopped moving, and said, "Come on, drooler – your turn."

I laughed, tried to undo my belt enough to get my own jeans down, got muddled, then decided what the hell – kicked off my trainers, socks and whipped off both my jeans and underwear in one go. 

I sat back, t-shirt up about my stomach, dick pointing rock solid up at the ceiling.

"Wow" Susy said, both jokey and serious – I saw the glaze come over her; no result of alchol. This girl was getting seriously horned-up.

She looked from my dick to my eyes, all question.

I grinned and grabbed the base of my shaft. Then slowly started to pump my fist up and down.

Susy made a little moan and started to dance again. She undid her waist button and slipped a hand down into her panties.

"Cheater," I smiled, loving every moment as she drifted into her sexual fugue. I'd never seen her so damn hot.

Then I thought I glimpsed something past her, at the window. I never actually saw an identifiable object, but just the shift in light against the dark glaze caught my attention behind Susy.

I squinted. But Susy swayed in front of my view as she danced. I turned my attentions back to her.

She turned away from me and wiggled out of her jeans. She kicked her sandals at me, laughing, pointing at my cock. I'd stopped wanking, distracted momentarily. There was a shine of precum over my swolled purple cockhead.

"Let it see this," Susy said, shaking her thong-clad butt cheeks at me. She brought them close enough that I could smell her sex, then dipped down so her firm cheeks rubbed on my cock. I think she got as much of a sizzle from that as I did – she shuddered and drew away as I tried to pull her onto it..

Then she danced again in only her white lace thong, one hand down the front. I did my duty and jerked, careful not to push too close to the edge.

I actually heard Susy's fingers squish into her pussy as she moaned and then said, "Oh fuck. . .I need these off."

She whipped off her thong – no standing on ceremony – and stood still in front of me, legs parted shoulder width. Her pussy was one of my favourite things – a full mound which stood out from her flat stomach. At first she'd had a light downy brown bush but had come to favour shaving over the time I'd known her. That night, her normally neat, smooth, bald coochie – just usually a slit between her thighs - was swollen for fun, her outer labia open enough under their own excitement to allow me a view of her soaking inner lips protruding and her small clit peeking out of its hood. Her delicate flesh glistened with arousal and she could not resist opening up like a flower with her fingers and asking me in a breathless moan, "You like?"

Stupid question. I wanted to bury my face in it. But as I leaned forward she drew back and groaned, "Pull that cock. . ."

Language like that was not usual either. I guess the drink and situation had gotten to her. It certainly brought no complaints from me. I did as asked and she fairly pounded her pussy with her fingers. I always imagined her masturbation might be a gentle exercise but here she was standing before me, unashamedly spreading her pussy lips with one hand and thrusting juicy fingers in and out with the other whilst rubbing her clit intermittently with her thumb.

It was all I could do to keep from cumming.

She did, yelping, and bending over as orgasm took her.

I got the shock of my life.

The window. A face. Definitely. Just a white orb in the black night. But recognisable: Heather.

I gasped, but it was lost in Susy's cries of pleasurable agony.

I stopped jerking my cock, eyes fixed on Heather's. She'd met my gaze and we were both like rabbits in headlights – or in my case more like a horndog in tittylights. To this day I'll never forget the tumult of emotions on her face – shock, guilt, and definitely curiosity, bordering on fascination/lust.

Then Susy dropped to her knees in front of me and engulfed my cock with her mouth. No surprisingly, I blinked, looked down at her lovely bow-lipped mouth and blonde head bobbing up and down my dick – who wouldn't - and when I looked back Heather was gone from the window. I only saw my own reflection in a faded dimension, with the dark figure of a naked young woman knelt before it. Not a bad view, right enough.

I was breathing heavily, shock having the dual effect of adding to the horniness and also distracting my mind from the desire to cum.

In fact, after I'd reconciled what I'd just seen with some vague sense of morality, I decided it was a GOOD thing and thought what the hell, I'll give the young hottie a show if she wants.

I pulled Susy up and made her clamber – willingly – onto my solid erection. I took my t-shirt off so I was as naked as her. She not so much started to bounce up and down on me as frantically grind her clit against my pubic bone. She was so wet her juices were flooding down over my balls onto the couch. I worried about stains, but only for a fleeting second.

I grabbed her ass with both hands, a flexing cheek cradled in each palm, and began to join her rhythm. I alternated between each nipple as Susy thrust her smooth full breasts across my face. Each budding nipple was like rubber, flexible and chewy. My attentions sent spasms of pleasure down her body. She started to come and come again, thrashing atop me. The smell of her hot flesh, her sex juices and her gorgeous banner of golden hair as it caressed my torso was overwhelming; I knew I couldn't hold out much longer. 

I told her so in gasps and she groaned back that I should get on top and finish both her and me off. So I kind of flipped her round, trying not to slop out of her as I got her lying on her back on the sofa, her feet spread on the floor and I was able to kneel on the carpet and continue to pound between her thighs. 

Plunging into that tight, sweet pussy, gazing down at her shuddering tits and beautiful face creased in orgasmic delight was an unforgettable experience, heightened by the thought young Heather was still watching at the window.

I glanced round, hoping to find her enthralled by my thrusting buttocks but there was only the night looking in.

Heather was in the room.

My heart stopped. She was cloaked by the gloom just inside the doorway to the hall. The hall light was out, I remember – my doing to let the youngest one sleep tight. But the flickering light of the television revealed Heather's gorgeous eyes peering wide and wonderstruck from the shadows.

I stopped screwing Susy, pulling out as I rose up to my haunches, not knowing quite what to say. I think I uttered, "Oh…"

I think Heather repeated it back.

I do remember Susy though, writhing around, opening her eyes expecting me to be shooting a load of cum over her but instead I was apprehensively gazing over her shoulder at the doorway.

"Andy?" she said – my name, yes – wasn't really important up til now was it?

"Oh god, I'm sorry," Heather said as she heard Susy speak.

Susy saw her. "Heather!"

Heather kept apologising. But her eyes drifted down to my cock, which had lost a bit of vigour. Susy followed her gaze. With this renewed attention, my dick engorged fully again.

"Let her watch if she wants," Susy said in a breathless sigh, reaching for my cock. "I need more of this. . ."

I was shocked. My demure Susy? Prepared to have sex in front of a girl we'd babysat for 3 years? Well, technically we'd already been having sex in front of her, but not to Susy's knowledge. 

Susy read my shock/confusion. "Heather's no blushing innocent. She's held a few. . .Right?"

In the gloom, Heather must have blushed. She mumbled, "Well, I've had some boyfriends. . ."

Susy giggled, "Well when you lose your virginity properly at least you'll able to say you've seen the real thing first hand before trying it out."

Heather found this embarrassingly amusing and stifled a nervous little laugh with her hand. So that's what they chatted about. Goddamn.

"Come on Andy. . .You might not get such a chance to impress the girls again," Susy grinned and guided my dick towards her gaping wet hole. She wrapped her legs around my back as my cock head parted her slippery lips, just in case I was getting cold feet.


But I was over my shock and getting a real buzz from the thought of cumming in front of this young hottie. So I thrust forward with a grunt and Susy moaned, "Oooh, come and see, Heather…Come and see. . ."

It occurred to me then she might be getting as big a kick as I was, if not more.

I picked up my pace. Susy drifted back into orgasmic mode, her voice raising a few octaves as she vocalised her pleasure.

I had my eyes fixed on Heather who was approaching round the couch into full illumination. She was wearing her best party clothes - a vest top and short little white skirt. The little pump heels she had on accentuated her exquisitely shaped legs. I watched those firm thighs of hers slide ever so softly together as she brought her young body to within touching distance. She had a fuller curves than Susy, apart from her tits, but everything was ripe and toned. She was young-glamour-model fit as opposed to Susy's athletic fitness. 

Heather's boobs were only an arm's length away. She was fascinated by our union, staring at our colliding crotches. I was equally awestruck by those firm puppies and the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra – both nipples were showing their approval, fairly peaking the thin material of her top. They were smaller than Susy's but only by a cup letter or whatever small size increment counted, I reckoned, and beautifully formed, symmetrically as perfect as I've seen – perfect teen titties one might say.

Heather's mouth was formed in a small 'o' as she watched and heard Susy tip over into another orgasm. She saw me gazing at her; slight embarrassment took her again in that lovely innocent way she had – I mean, she's three feet from me fucking my girlfriend buck naked, but she looks at me like she'd been caught dipping the cookie jar.

She bit her lower lip, smiled nervously and asked in a small voice, "Are you going to come, Andy?"

I felt empowered – the break and surprise had lengthened my stamina. I felt positively energised. And a little wicked. Like Susy had said, I might get only one chance. . .

I said to Heather, "Are you?"

She looked confused. She stuttered, mouth opening but nothing intelligible coming out. 

I kept sliding in and out of Susy, talking to Heather between breaths. "you've been watching us screw. . .You must be turned on," I said, grinning.

She looked both terrified and excited. "A. . .A bit. . ."

I took my chance. "Want to show me?"

Heather looked between the two of us. For effect I tweaked and rubbed Susy's breasts and nipples. Susy was twisting with lust, and frigged at her clit with one hand while the other clutched the back of the couch. She gasped up at Heather, "Do it. Make him cum. Make him cum . . .let him see you. . ."

Heathers' breathing increased noticeably in speed and volume and she shivered a bit, like her knees had suddenly gone weak.

Susy growled through an orgasmic rush, "Show him your pussy. . .Uh, show him your cunt. . .Make his cock shoot. . ."

Then she lost it, going over the top for what must have been about her half-dozenth cum of the night. She always got off fairly easily but never with such intensity.

I was feeling it a bit myself with the way Susy spoke to Heather and the rush of the possibility that was about to unfold.

I prayed it did. And it did. Heather seemed to release a long deep breath and used both hands to hike up her skirt. I was so close to a pair of white bikini-style panties I could see the wet spot in the shadows between her thighs.

I felt my own balls tighten. I was looking at a beautiful camel-toe sculpted in white. 

I told her, "Higher. . .And turn. . ."

She lifted her skirt right out of the way, tucking it up like a belt round her midriff. Taut flesh, white lines revealed behind the panty perimiter as she turned like I said, just slightly so the lamplight showed me everything without hinderance. 

"Wil you cum?" she asked.

"If you will, too," I gasped as Susy squeezed my cock with her pussy contractions. I was trying to hold on, but I was fighting a losing battle. I sensed total defeat when Heather gave a little moan and reached between her legs.

She started to rub over her panties. I groaned and said something like, "Wow. . ." as she scratched at her clit area with one of her manicured nails. I remember she had a little decorative gem glued onto the nail which gleamed in the light as it moved back and forth, round and round.

Susy must have thought I said something else, like "now" or suchlike, because she hissed in a whisper, "Show him it, show that cunt to him. . .He'll cum…He's going to cum…" 

Heather's thighs parted as her knees bent slightly, as if a huge rush had knocked the wind from her. She cried, "Oh God," and with her other hand wrenched her panties aside. I saw her pussy completely exposed: a dark bush trimmed to neat length so that while it completely covered her pubic area, it hid nothing. Her pussy was a pink gash, swollen lips soaking wet, and she used both hands to pull them apart, to reveal a pretty large clit – I hadn't seen a bud quite that big and it being on a young hottie almost broke my dam.

Susy watched Heather, and squealed, "Yes, yes. ..Now shoot it over me, Andy. Shoot it!"

I pulled out. Susy worked at her cunt with both sets of fingers, dipping, rubbing, splashing juices everywhere. She was wild in her abandon, staring lustily at my cock as I wrapped my fist around it.

I looked back at Heather – a great view wherever my eyes went. Heather gave into her desires and copied Susy. It took my breath away to see this babe finger her pie. That big clitty was pinched and pulled, She squatted down as her legs gave into her own onrushing cum. 

"I want to see your tits, " I gasped.

She took one hand from her pussy and pulled at the front of her top. In her desperation, only one tit was freed, but it jutted out at me beautifully, rounded, smooth, with a perky brown nipple that was swollen to the max.




Babysitting



I reached to touch it. As my fingers made contact, Heather's fingers rejoined her other hand at her crotch. She shrieked as she came, and fell back onto the carpet. My view was exquisite. She was writhing in ecstasy, shoving as many fingers of one hand into her cunt as she could while the other hand was a blur on her clit. She bucked and jerked on the carpet and Susy did the same on the couch, both yelling out their pleasure.

After holding back above and beyond the call of duty, I deserved to let go myself. I warned them I was coming and Heather scrunched herself back up onto her knees. Susy leaned forward, opening her mouth wide, massaging her tits.

"Wait, wait!" Heather yelped.

Wait? I gritted my teeth, tightened my fist, squeezed my cock, looked at Heather. She was hauling her panties off. She kept kneeling, but leaned right back so that her unclothed crotch was thrust up towards me. 

She groaned and said quietly, "I want. .. want you to. . .smell me…"

What was this? Some kind of little kink?

I wasn't complaining. I leaned towards her bare cunt, closer to those flared, deep pink lips. They parted, her orgasm contractions opening and closing her hole. Her juices glistened. I flicked out my tongue, just enough to get one lap of the sweet tangy liquid that was running from her, and to feel the solid nub of that big clit against my lips. 

It set her off big time. She jerked back, attacked her pussy with both hands, eyes wide and all but howled as she demanded I, "Fuck, fuck, fuck it…fuck it and make it cum! Shoot spunk, shoot it!"

Her exclamations almost gave me bewildered ammunition to stave off my orgasm again but I was pretty desperate to join in the climaxing. I let rip, wanking off furiously. I shot jet after jet at Susy, who took the first two on the chest and chin but caught the rest in that warm wet mouth of hers where she finished me off with my drained balls cupped in her palm.

Heather sagged down onto the carpet, legs still splayed towards me, affording me an everlasting view of her teen pussy, its light hair covering sodden with juices, as were her inner thighs, labia flushed with arousal and flowering open

After we regained our senses there were a lot of 'Oh my god's floating around from the girls and some nervous giggles as we cleaned up and dressed. 

I was pleasantly stunned, as one gets in such a landmark situation in one's sex life.

Heather scuttled up the stairs, worried we might have woken her sister and, I think, relieved to be out of the aftermath embarrassment.

Susy went up after a few moments to make sure everything was cool.

Thankfully it was more than cool – Heather claimed it was the sexiest experience she'd had and thanked Susy for not getting mad. Turns out the party had been shit and she'd decided to come home, and have a chat and drink with us. As she went out with no key she had come round the back garden to knock on the window so we'd let her in. Obviously we had been busy and she'd been entranced and excited by her new-found voyeuristic instincts.

So all ended just peachily. Heather's parents turned up later on, and Susy and I left with memories to burn, as I've done in this story, recreating it as faithfully as I remember.

There is more to tell – we did have one more encounter with Heather that summer before we left. I'll commit it to 'paper' if this part is well received. Let me know if you enjoyed my memories – no sensational orgies, but a genuinely horny experience any young guy would accept. Give me a decent vote if you think I related it all in a good way. Thanks. 



Babysitting



Fucking Saturday night and I'm babysitting for my fucking sisters kids. As you may have gathered I wasn't too happy about the situation. Ordinarily I wouldn't have been to bothered but Jenny, my girlfriend wasn't happy I had agreed to it and had spent the week nipping my head about it and giving me a hard time and I had left her that afternoon after another flaming argument.

Kelly, my big sister (she's 34 to my 29), had left the house with me in charge at 7pm for a night out with her mates and I had endured a couple of hours of cartoons, brawls, bawling and bedtime stories before I finally got my two nephews to sleep around 9.30. Then I had head back to the sitting room, collapsed onto the sofa and brooded and sulked. There was nothing on TV and I couldn't concentrate on the paper so I sat there having a beer and with too much time on my hands. I was frustrated as well, Jenny and I had not had any form of sex or sexual contact the whole week which was far too long for me. A quick check upstairs told me the kids were their usual deep sleep so I sneaked downstairs, made sure the blinds were properly closed and got my cock out, I was going to give myself a nice, satisfying wank.

Jenny didn't like me masturbating and had made quite the issue of it so I went along with her with the proviso that she needed to keep me satisfied. That worked pretty good and throughout out three month relationship we had been pretty active sexually one way or another I hadn't needed to do it myself, not when I had Jenny's hands, lips and pussy to use (and she had my hands and mouth too). I wasn't very hard to begin with but just the thought of what I was doing had me semi --erect and I used the TV remote to give me some further inspiration. The music channels were unusually lacing in any decent sexy videos but at almost the last one onto the screen came Jennifer Lopez and while I gently stroked my six inches of meat to more stiffness I watched the Latino babe bump and grind her sexy ass for all it was worth, and imagined giving her the anal seeing to she looked like she craved (my Jenny definitely did not like anal).

By the time that ended I was a bit more aroused and able to give my balls a bit of a squeeze 9always turns me on a bit more) but I was under the impression that this may be quite the marathon wank, I could just feel it. A few more music videos served to inspire me to hard a bit more, Beyonce, Mariah Carey and Pink the objects of my arousal before some more channel changing brought me to on old episode of the comedy 'Friends'. It was from one of the middle series, where I think Jennifer Aniston and Courteney Cox looked their hottest (it was also an episode where Jennifer found plenty of occasion to lean forward and display a nice amount of cleavage) so for the next fifteen minutes or so minutes of the two of them in a steamy lesbian clinch serve to fire my filthy imagination to further and further depths of depravity. And by the time the credits rolled my cock was raging hard and sticking ramrod up. It was nice and slick at the tip too allowing me to slowly roll my foreskin back and expose my most sensitive part and tingle at every touch to it.

I had lost track of time now and did not want to come yet, I was intent on what I was doing and I touched and teased myself to the point of cumming only to stop and hold it off for a bit longer. Then I noticed on the on-screen listing that the film Heartbreakers starring Jennifer Love Hewitt ( a lot of Jennifer's in this story, eh, must be a real sluts name) was coming on and she is just my favourite celebrity babe ever and for the next half hour or so it was touch and go whether I could hold onto my erection but hold off my ejaculation as I lost myself in the beautiful thought of my slippery, thick cock wedged between Miss Love Hewitt's perfect breasts, my eyes were stained and I was just about to let myself go with a much needed explosion of cum when I heard a noise to my right and turned, shocked to find my big sister standing in the doorway watching me.

There really was nothing I could say to hide what I had been doing, it would have been obvious to all but a blind man that I had been enjoying a bloody good wank. But man was it embarrassing to be caught out like this by my sister, god I felt like a kid again, caught by Kelly when I started swearing and scolded for it by her. But she just stood there looking at my pulsing, rigid cock and suddenly everything didn't make sense any longer. She moved towards and it became immediately apparent that my sister was drunk, she stumbled and shuffled towards me (me with my cock still on full display) and lurched forward hard on her knees before me.

I was too taken aback by what was going on to react and before I knew it Julie had opened her mouth and had taken the full length of my rigid penis right into her mouth and was sliding it up and down inside it! It took me a few moments more to find my voice and try to reason with her that this was wrong and we should stop but to be honest my heart wasn't in it, my cock was in control of me and judging my feelings down there my big sister was something of an expert cocksucker.

I moved my hand down in a half hearted attempt to halt her but Kelly just pushed them away while swatting some of her long black hair away from my exposed groin and continued to roll her tongue around the tip of my cock and lick the length of my shaft also. Her dark eyes were wide open and looking up into mine and we shared a moment where we both knew that however wrong this was it was a perfect moment. I watched as my drunken sister started moving her hands from my stiff shaft and began to tear off the clothes she had gone out in.

I should probably have realised that Kelly was in some desperate need for cock. She had been spilt up from her ex for a couple of years and I hadn't known her to have a man in that time, or to get out all that much, not with the kids and everything. And to be honest when I looked back on when she had gone out she was dressed pretty sexily (if not slutty) for her, a low cut, cleavage showing black top that barely covered her upper thighs and a pair of black pointed boots. She was out of the boots before she had come into the sitting room and as I watched her while she still sucked me off she was out of the dress and showing that she had no underwear on at all.

It's not a sight you ever really expect to see - your big sister bare ass naked, her big tits resting on your knees as her eager mouth sucks your hard cock like it was made of candy, but it was one that I could not, and did not want to, escape. Finally, she released her lips from my member and came up for air, allowing me an achingly arousing view of her swinging breasts while a sticky trail of saliva and pre-cum dripped from her chin. She didn't say a word just paused a moment, gave my scrotum a little squeeze and once more resumed her demonstration of her oral sex skills. It was too much for me this time and finally, finally, I came and when I did it felt like I was emptying my entire body into Kelly's waiting mouth.

I jerked and spasmed and felt like lightning was running through my entire body before I shot the first of my load deep into Kelly's throat. But that was just the start, I had never cum like this before in my life. A second blast fired against her, half missing her mouth and splattering across Kelly's upper lips and nose while the next couple totally missed the target and fired on her cheek and even up into her dark hair. By the time it was all out my sister was liberally coated in my semen and still smiling up at my exhausted face, that had been the most amazing orgasm of my entire life.

If I thought that was to be that though I was to be proved incorrect, Kelly was already reaching for my jeans and hauling them off my legs. The relief of ejaculation had brought back some sense to me and I tried to stop her.

"Kelly, stop, we shouldn't do this."

But she just smiled and licked her cum coated lips and finished the job of stripping me of my jeans then my shirts leaving us as each as naked as the day we had been born. She pulled me down onto my knees before her, grabbed my hand and forcefully held it against her own soaking wet pussy. She leaned in close and huskily whispered at me.

"Play with me. Make me come, I need to."

To be honest I could not get over just how wet Kelly actually was, she was sopping! My finger pushed through her tiny tuft of dark pubic hair and pressed against her slippery pussy lips and slipped inside almost with no effort. Kelly squirmed as my index finger penetrated her and groaned as it went deeper and my thumb sought out her clit. I was feeling so guilty at what I was doing, the after effects of climaxing like that affecting my mind, but my hand continued to pleasure her and I knew this would not end until she too had come.

Kelly was too far gone now to stop even if she wanted to but evidently she did not. She looked deep into my eyes as we knelt across from each other and put her hand on the back of my neck and forcefully pulled my head down to her breasts and demanded that I taste them. I opened my mouth and engulfed her right tit while her left one bounced against my cheek. My tongue licked her milk soft skin and sucked her thick, outstanding nipple in and I gently moved my teeth around it to suck at it and then lick it. Kelly moaned at this, the effects of my fingers and tongue proving too much for her and she threw her head back and had to bite her own lip to stifle a scream of pleasure as her pussy exploded onto my hand.

God, Jenny or any of my previous girlfriends had never, ever come like this before. It was literally like there was a sprinkler inside Kelly's pussy and it was spraying hot liquid all over my fingers. It was such an intense feeling and after a moment where time stood still I continued to rub my saturated fingers against her sex but she pushed my hand away, whether through guilt or not being able to take further touching I do not know. She rocked back on her heels away from me and once again I was able to take in the sheer sexiness of my sister, her hair and face may have been liberally coated in semen but it had a warm flush to it that could not help but attract and her body, naked and sweaty, was truly magnificent. Slowly, she came out of her post orgasm trance and blinked her eyes rapidly as if trying to deal with everything that was going on, she got unsteadily to her feet and so did I, now eager to get dressed and out of here to figure everything out. We did not share a single word as we put our clothes back on.

I was confused and stunned by what had happened and what we had done and could not bring myself to look Kelly in the eye and I thought she was feeling the same but as I made to skulk out of the room and the house she called me back.

"Thanks Jason, do you fancy doing it again next week? The babysitting I mean, or maybe...."



Babysitting



I was nineteen years old. Definitely legal and by no means a virgin, but that didn't make what happened between Mr. Royce and me any less erotic. After all, he was a much older man, literally old enough to be my Father. He was my dad's best friend ever since high school and I was babysitting, more as a favour than anything. His second wife was much younger than him and had two young children from her previous marriage. I guess Mr. Royce had a thing for younger women.

"Hello Emily," he said as he came into the living room around ten after eleven. "How were they?"

"I didn't even hear him come in; I was so absorbed in my homework.

"They were great Mr. Royce, as always." I replied as I began gathering my things.

"What's the hurry Em?"

"Oh, uh?"

The question caught me off guard.

"Stay, have a drink with me."

"Um, I guess that would be alright."

"Good. Mrs. Royce had been gone on her business trip for a week now and I feel the need for a little....female companionship."

Something about the way he said that made me uneasy, but something about the way he was looking at me when he handed me the drink, made me horny.

"So Mr. Royce......." I started, wondering if I was the only one feeling a little uncomfortable. Apparently, I was.

"Call me Marc." he said as he laid a hand on my bare knee.

"Okay, Marc. How's business?"

"You know Emily, I've known you for your entire life." he said, as if I hadn't even said anything. "I waited in the hospital with your family while you were being born. And now look at you. You've grown into such a beautiful...young...woman."

With each pause, he slid his hand a little farther up my leg.

"Mr. Royce?" I asked.

"Marc."

"Marc, I'm not sure about this. I think maybe I should go."

"You think you should go," he said, his hand sliding slowly up with each passing second, "but so you really want to?"

At that moment, his hand reached its destination and that's when I knew there was no going back. Marc turned my face so we were eye to eye, willing me to answer his question.

"No" I finally conceded.

"I didn't think so." he said before he leaned in and started to kiss me. At the same time, he started to massage my pussy through my boy shorts.

"Hmmmm," he said between kisses, "not new at this are you? But I bet I can still make you feel some things you're never felt before."

With that he stood in front of me, pulling off my shorts and underwear before sitting back down beside me. He also put his hand back where it was, but this time with nothing between his warm hand and my even warmer pussy. He leaned over and started kissing my neck as he slid a finger between my pussy lips and softly started caressing my clit. He barely moved his finger, and his touch was so soft, I could barely feel it. But it was enough to send shivers through my entire body. I started to moan.

"You like that Emily?" he whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire.

"You know," he continued, "I've been thinking about this for a long time now. Ever since your high school graduation. That sexy little dress you wore.

As he was talking, he was slowly increasing the pace and pressure he was using on my clit. My moans were growing more frequent and I was beginning to squirm a little bit. None of the guys I'd slept with had given that part of me so much attention, and damn if I wasn't enjoying it.

"You know, that night I gave my wife the fuck of her life, imagining the entire time I it was you."

By this point my moans were constant. Just then he shifted his finger and I couldn't help but let out a little cry.

"Ahhhh," he responded, still with that sexy whisper in my ear, "I've found just the right spot."

And he had. And unlike the younger guys I'd had before, he realized my moaning wasn't an invitation to speed up. No, he kept doing exactly what had caused my reaction in the first place.

"Are you going to cum for me baby?" he breathed in my ear. "Cause once you do, we can really get started." 

I couldn't sit still anymore and my moans were getting even louder.

"Come on baby," he encouraged. "I want to fuck you!"

Now a lot of girls might have found what he said offensive, even under the circumstances, but not me. That pushed me over the edge. My back arched off the couch as I came all over his fingers. 

"Yeah, that's it baby, not let's see how long I can keep it going."

Ah, the difference experience makes. Where guys my age would have stopped, Marc kept going, and going, and going. I swear it must have been a world record orgasm. And the whole time, he was whispering dirty things in my ears, making the experience even more exciting.

Finally, I cried out as my orgasm came to an explosive finish, my pussy erupting like a volcano all over his hand. Marc pulled his hand away and started licking his fingers off, looking me straight in the eye.

"Mmmmmmmmm," he said, "Baby, you taste sooooo good."

"He spread my legs further apart and started licking all the juices off my pussy lips. Slowly, gently, savouring every last drop of my essence. He spent a few minutes down there, still giving me immense pleasure while allowing me to recover from my first climax. Slowly he climbed up toward me, his eyes burning with lust.

"Are you ready Emily?" he asked as he finally got around to taking my shirt off. All I could manage was a single nod.

"Good." he said

A second later he had his mouth feasting on one of my full breasts, with a hand on the other and his free hand unbuckling his belt. The before I even knew what was happening, he was inside me.

"Marc!" I called out as I felt his length fill me.

"Yes Emily? That's good isn't it?" he whispered hoarsely as he slowly began to thrust in and out. He did it so slow, for so long, I thought I would go crazy. My fingers were digging into his arms. I was so sure that any second he would speed up and start really screwing me. But no. He just kept up that slow, steady rhythm, all the time keeping his eyes locked with mine. He must have seen the pleading in my eyes for him to go for it, but he just kept on. Then I noticed something in his eyes. Almost like a challenge, for lack of a better word.

"Marc?" I groaned.

"Yes Emily?" he asked his sexy whisper still in perfect control.

"Fuck me Marc!" I said quickly, before I lost the nerve.

"That's what I've been waiting to hear baby."

In one heartbeat, he went from slow and soft to fast and rough. He had to cover my mouth with his just to muffle my scream. I came within the first few thrusts, and from then on each climax led directly into an even better, stronger, longer orgasm.

Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Marc gave and urgent sensual groan from deep in his throat.

"Oh Emily!" he called as his cum began to pulse inside of me. 

We stayed where we were for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to break the spell. Then Marc sat up with a jolt.

On my God, you're on the pill right?!?!?" he asked, obviously more than a little worried.

"Don't worry Marc." I said with a smile, the smile of a woman who's just been properly fucked for the first time.

Marc must have recognized that smile, because I felt him begin to get hard again inside me.

"Again?"

"Yeah, but not here. Let's go in the shower this time."

And we did. After the shower, we moved to the bed where we spent the rest of the night, waking up periodically to go at it.

I woke up the next morning to find Marc beside the bed, his hard cock pointing towards me covered in whipped cream.

"Good morning baby." he said.

What else was there to do but to enjoy some dick for breakfast? Just as I was about to start partaking, something terrible came to me.

"The kids?" I asked horrified.

"Don't worry Em. I moved all your clothes before they got up and they're already gone to their Father's for the weekend.

"Oh. Well in that case, I guess we have all weekend."

"I guess we do."

That weekend changed my sex life forever. We did it in every room and on pretty much on every surface. From then on I demanded to be treated, well let's say, a certain way when it came to sex.

I demanded that my pussy get as much manual and oral attention as any guy's cock was going to get from it. If a guy started fucking me too fast, I took control over the pace. And I must say, the guys I slept with were always pleasantly surprised. And finally if you didn't know how to talk dirty, you're weren't getting any.

All in all, it was a pretty good experience. Hell, who am I kidding? It was fan-fucking-tastic! 



BabySitting



I'd been divorced for a couple of years when it happened. My wife had one day decided that she didn't like the married life and just shot through, leaving me with two kids to look after.

I won't say it was easy but, with the help of friends, I coped. One of the people who chipped in to help was my sister, Faye. Nice young woman, married and with a couple of kids of her own. She'd chip in and do some occasional baby-sitting for me, and when I could I'd do some for her.

One day she rang and asked if I and my boys could stay overnight on the coming Friday and watch her girls while she and Nick went out for the evening. They had this do on at Nick's work and they wouldn't be back until late.

"Why not?" I said and we made the arrangements.

Friday night I and my boys rocked up, Faye and Nick headed off and the kids got down to the serious business of trying to drive me out of my tiny mind. I don't think they succeeded, but that's just my opinion.

I finally got the little monsters all bedded down and went to bed myself. I woke up fairly early, disturbed by noises in the kitchen. Wandering in to ensure that the kids weren't destroying the place I found Nick having an early breakfast. He had overtime and was going to be out all day.

I went back to bed for an hour or so and got rather rudely awakened by a kamikaze attack as four young children piled onto me, demanding breakfast. I pointed out that Faye was home and they should be asking her.

There was a moment of silence and then a small voice spoke up.

"We did, Daddy, but she said a rude word and told us to go and annoy you."

"Thank you, Faye," I grumbled, but got up, made sure the kids were all properly dressed, and fed them. It was a very nice day so I then proceeded to chase the horde outside, where I knew they'd be content to rampage for the next hour or so.

With peace reigning supreme, I settled on the couch in the front room and turned on the TV. Still in my pyjamas, by the way. I was feeling too lazy to get dressed right away. After I'd been watching TV for a while, Faye came out of the main bedroom, wandered into the front room and settled on the floor next to me, leaning back against the couch with a groan.

"Hungover?" I asked sympathetically.

"No, surprisingly not," Faye replied. "But for some reason I feel stiff as a board. All my muscles seem to be aching. I think I overdid it at gym yesterday."

I put my hand at the back of her neck and squeezed. No wonder she was stiff. Her muscles were all tight and probably cramping a bit. I started massaging the back of her neck, getting her to loosen up a bit.

Faye sighed and stretched when I finished. 

"That's a lot better," she said. "Thank you."

"If you like," I offered, "you can lie down and I'll rub your back and shoulders and help get them unknotted."

"Thank you," Faye accepted. "I really am feeling stiff."

I started massaging her back and shoulders. I'm quite good at it and thought I could probably make it easier for her. Trouble was, her t-shirt kept getting in the way, so I just shoved it up out of the road and got serious about the massage. She was lying on her front, so it wasn't as though I was exposing her breasts or anything.

The massage progressed nicely, and if a couple of times my hands dipped a bit far to the sides and pressed against her breasts, it was purely accidental.

Sliding down to the small of her back, I found that Faye's pyjama bottoms were in the way. I could dip under them, but it was annoying.

"I'm just going to push these down a little, OK?" I asked, taking consent for granted and helping her PJ pants down a little. OK, maybe more than a little, but she didn't stop me.

Please remember I was only giving her a massage, I wasn't seducing her. I continued to work her muscles from her shoulders to her thighs and the back of her legs. I'll admit that my hands might have wandered over the sides of those nice little globes she was lying on, but it was only by chance. Not deliberate intent. I was careful not to dip between her legs and start doing things that I should not.

Finally satisfied that Faye was properly relaxed, I gave her a friendly slap on her bottom.

"Finished," I said. "Now why don't you roll over and I'll see if I need to massage any further."

To my surprise, she did, and she really had a very nice figure, and my hands itched to explore.

Instead I just settled onto the floor next to her, lying on my back. Reaching for her, I rolled Faye back onto her tummy, but this time she was lying on top of me.

Faye lay there, head tilted back, looking at me. She sighed.

"It would be nice," she said, "but we can't, can we?"

I shook my head. "No. Not really."

"Then why are you poking me there?" she asked.

I wasn't. Not really. I'll admit I had an erection. I mean, you'd have one, too. She was really good to look at and touch and I suspected that things would only feel better if we went further. But I wasn't poking her.

It just so happened that my erection had managed to slip free of my PJ bottoms and was pointing in her direction. It wasn't my fault that the way she was lying on me left her pussy just with reach of my erection. I considered it a case of her pushing against my cock, rather than my cock pressing against her. 

"That feels just a little uncomfortable, pressing against me like that," Faye said, and gave a little wriggle which was supposed to move her away from that touch. It didn't quite work like that, Faye must have slipped down a little, because the next thing we knew the head of my cock had slipped between her lips and was looking around.

"Stop that," hissed Faye.

"It was an accident," I assured her. "Maybe you'd better sit up."

Maybe that was a bad idea. Faye sat up and just naturally sat back on and slid firmly onto my cock, neatly transfixing herself. She gasped.

"Are you crazy?" she wanted to know. "The kids could come barging in at any moment and you're trying to fuck me?"

"Sorry," I murmured. "It sort of just happened. But really, should we waste it now that it's happened."

She was so agitated that she was literally bouncing on me.

"Are you crazy? Do you really expect me to agree to this? Ha. We'd find the kids standing around saying what are you doing, mummy?"

"You're right," I told her, starting to bounce in time with her, thrusting up neatly as she came bouncing down. "It'd be silly for us to risk it."

Faye's cute little bottom was now moving frantically, bobbing rapidly up and down as her pussy made the most of this unexpected treat.

"If you agree that I'm right," Faye gasped, "then why don't you hold still so I can get up?"

"I will," I insisted. "Just give me a moment."

Faye was riding me quite nicely now, her eyes glazing slightly, and little squeaks were starting to be forced out between her closed lips.

"How long," Faye now wanted to know, "is a moment?"

"I'm not sure," I said. Gasped, actually. I was starting to breathe heavily from the exercise. "I'll know it when the moment arrives though."

Faye was now desperately banging her pussy against me, wanting me even deeper. Deciding the moment had arrived, I rolled over, carrying her with me until our positions were reversed. Then I let rip, pulling back and thrusting in as hard and as fast as I could.

The moment had most definitely arrived, for both of us. I covered Faye's mouth with mine to muffle her scream, while I exploded inside her. I could feel her pulsating under me as an orgasm ripped through her.

After that Faye lay there for a moment, shuddering with the after effects. I felt the same way.

"We have to stop this right now," I told her, pulling free. 

She gasped and nodded. 

"Yes. Best to stop. I'll go and have a shower," she said.

"Good idea," I said, promptly heading for the bathroom, while Faye bolted towards her en suite.

I hopped under the shower, letting the warm water relax and cleanse me, and shouted in shock as I heard the other shower turn on and my hot water vanished. The cold water was bloody cold, let me assure you.

Wrapping the towel around me, I stepped out of the bathroom, and there was one of my boys waiting for me. He gave me a firm look.

"You yelled a bad word, Daddy," he reproved me.

"You're right," I said. "I'm sorry."

He smirked. 

"You're the one who says sorry doesn't cut it. There'll be a one dollar fine, thank you," he said, holding out his greedy little paw.

"A dollar? I thought I fined you lot ten cents a word?"

"You're older," came the sanctimonious reply. "The fine has to be bigger."

It appears that I'm raising bandits.



Babysitting Again



Last November I wrote of the true events that befell my girlfriend and I the summer before we left for college, when I experienced my first real exhibitionist/voyeur scenario whilst babysitting. 

Susy and I had one further encounter with young Heather a few weeks later and I'll commit as many details to 'paper' here from memory as possible. It was a truly once in a lifetime fated encounter I look back on with wonder and delight.

Heather's parents had taken a vacation along with their youngest daughter. With our family connections, they trusted Susy and I with house-sitting their expensive property for the final week of their fortnight holiday; this due to Heather being away also – a field trip with her old high school study group.

The house was quite grand, an L-shaped construction in a wealthy neigbourhood, with a spacious back yard which had an ornate little swimming pool tucked in one corner – positioned to get maximum sunlight and sheltered nicely by an arbour of strategically-placed trees; along with high fences they provided a great deal of privacy from neighbouring homes. 

Susy and I enjoyed our stay, benefiting from terrific late-summer weather. We spent most days out by the pool and I was angling towards getting some al-fresco action. On our penultimate day I fingered her to orgasm through her bikini bottoms, while she blew me then wanked me off as we lay by the poolside.

My plans for our last day alone went well – a shopping trip followed by a couple of hours in a beer garden. Susy had enough alcohol in her to loosen up inhibitions; I could always tell as she would start to flick at her long blonde hair, twisting the end curls in her fingers and stroking her neck lightly as she spoke - an absent-minded erotic caress.

She also pushed those buoyant, full breasts of hers over the table at me, in full knowledge that the cleavage she was showing beneath her strappy little vest top was entrancing me and drawing plenty of admiring looks from the other drinkers. I was confident those 36cs would see the light of day in their entirety when I got her back to the pool.

So it was a bit of a dampener when voices from the backyard intruded on our giggling return to the house. I'd been warming Susy up nicely by reminding her of our sexy little adventure the day before and the stage was set for some full-on carnal pleasure.

So three screeching teens splashing in the pool was not what I really wanted hear.

Heather was back, early by a couple of days. She was in the pool with another two girls. One, Mandy, was an attractive, tanned little buxom blonde with a pearly-white smile whom I recognised from pictures of Heather's eighteenth birthday party. She bounced around towards Susy and I as we approached, her big titties barely contained by the twin triangles of her small stripy bikini top. She was waist deep in the water at the shallower end, so I couldn't tell if the bottom part of her costume was as skimpy. But she caught my gaze drifting nonetheless and shot me a devilish look. She was no shrinking violet, this one; a genuine little cock-teaser.

"Hi, Andy," she said like she knew me, though in truth I might have only spoken to her once before in passing.

Heather was beside her wearing a white bikini which put me in mind of Ursula Andress in 'Dr.No'. It was that 60s-style, but suited her curvy figure perfectly; like Betty page had auditioned for the part. Her long silken brunette mane was wet from the horseplay and she smiled up at me with those sparkling green eyes from a glistening wet face. The memories of our previous encounter shot a bolt of lightning through my groin.

Heather greeted us, explaining one of the teachers had taken ill and cut short the trip. They didn't mind too much because the weather was so nice and Mandy had come to stay overnight. 

The third girl was Heather's next-door neighbour, a slim little brunette wearing a one-piece costume, deep blue with white trim. Sophie appeared the shyest of the three, slightly embarrassed at her appearance – I noted the dark material of her swimsuit moulded around her small boobs and her nipples poked out highly visibly. She was cute, kind of pixie-ish, had big doe eyes and a quaint shy smile framed by a bouncing brown bob which curled into the corners of her mouth.

When she said hi it was in a soft voice and she very deliberately moved into deeper waters to cover her perky nipples.

Heather added, "We've been having some cocktails. You won't tell, will you? Course you won't. . .You going to come join us? Get some sun?" 

She said it all quite quickly which made me wonder about how many cocktails they'd had. But Susy was just as tipsy, and announced we'd be back in a few moments so Heather better get pouring.

We went back in to change. I was a bit put out that my plans for some open-air romping were scuppered but at least the bonus would be to lay around the poolside in the sun in the company of four young hotties.

I fought to keep my erection under control as Susy and I changed in the master bedroom. I dragged on my swim shorts, tucking the aforesaid weapon of crass destruction down tight against the built-in elastic. Watching my slim blonde girl with her fantastic statuesque tits, tight butt and neat bald, waxed pussy get naked as she climbed into her yellow two-piece set off a buzz in my groin and head which took some force of will to resist.

On return to the heat of the garden, Susy and I slumped down in two poolside loungers across from the three girls who were sat on the opposite edge sipping at elaborate cocktails. We had one each placed by the loungers.

I thanked Heather very much and enjoyed the relaxing experience of sipping her strong margaritas. In fact, I didn't doubt that a few of those might take the edge off everything very nicely.

Susy and I had been indulging in some meaningless smalltalk with Sophie, about how nice the neighbourhood was, where she was planning to go to university, that sort of crap, when giggling from Heather and Mandy permeated the conversation.

The two of them had their heads together, much amused by something as they shot glances over at us. I could damn well guess, I thought, what was tickling them – our previous encounter with Heather which had gone unmentioned so far. We hadn't seen Heather since the night in question and memories of her masturbation frenzy as she watched Susy and I screw certainly made me rather uncomfortable as I lay prone on the lounger. I rested my cocktail glass on my own cock which was threatening to tent my shorts. I wore a stupid wan grin and asked Heather to share the joke with us.

This prompted further hilarity, then Heather nudged Sophie and said, "Come on, Soph, you better tell Andy and Susy what's so funny."

Sophie, who hadn't been part of their merriment until then, looked puzzled, then shocked, then downright mortified and blushed a beetroot red that even in the strong sunlight which enveloped the pool still made her cheeks glow like embers.

She looked from Heather and Mandy, over to us, hand covering her mouth. She hissed at Heather, "I can't believe you."

"Hey, you were so keen to tell us," Heather said. "Don't you think they should know?" 

Mandy giggled gleefully. Susy and I exchanged puzzled glances. Obviously, she'd also been thinking the amusement was somehow centred around our adventure a month ago. This new turn of events was confusing. What did Sophie have to tell?

But Sophie was paralysed with embarrassment. Heather laughed, "Oh hell, If you won't, I will..."

"Cat got her tongue?" I smiled, puzzled.

"Yep," said Heather with a big dazzling grin, "And she saw you getting yours as well..."

Mandy burst into peals of laughter at her friends gall. Even Sophie couldn't stop herself giggling, too.

"Oh, shit," said Susy. "No way..."

I caught on. I raised my gaze from the girls, looking around the treetops. There, between high braches, you could make out an upstairs window of the neighbouring home. I estimated you had a line of sight straight to part of the poolside: The area where our loungers sat. Like they had yesterday. "Goddamn, Sophie, you saw us?..."

Heather yelped, "Too right, big boy! Best show she's ever had. That's right, isn't it Soph?"

Susy hooted with outraged laughter. I was a mite embarrassed. I felt myself blush like Sophie, though I also felt my dick rise to the thought this cute teen hottie had watched as Susy sucked my cock then tossed me off right under Sophie's gaze.

"You saw everything," I asked, throat dry.

Sophie cast her eyes down to the crystal blue pool waters.

"She sure did, and got off on it..." declared Mandy with amusement. Sophie protested breathlessly. But Mandy was now focussed on Susy and I. "You two like to have fun when you're babysitting, don't you?"

Heather gasped aloud and looked at Mandy with mouth open in mock shock. I guessed then that Mandy knew all about our previous encounter.

Heather gave her a playful push and Mandy shook delightfully, those big firm boobs quivering. She spread her legs slightly, too, for balance as she sat on the pool's edge and the bottom of her bikini was revealed. Like I'd imagined, no bigger than the triangles that covered her awesome tits. And it was drawn between her legs to form a tight camel-toe which hinted at a swell of big pussy lips.

"I think you mean house-stitting, like we're doing now," Susy replied.

"Babysitting again, as well," Mandy shot back. "Got one bit of a baby here, anyways," she added, rounding on Sophie.

Sophie told her to shut up. Mandy twisted her embarrassment by saying, "That was the first real cock Sophie's seen, Andy..."

Heather shrieked, Susy giggled. Sophie looked apologetic. She wriggled uncomfortably. Her one-piece clung to her body, showing of a tight, toned figure with those small breasts straining against confinement.

"You want to see it again, Soph?" Heather asked, shooting a wicked glance over at me. 

My heart leapt. Sophie squirmed. Then Susy stepped in to defend her. She put her drink down and sat forward in her lounger, pointing over at Heather and Mandy.

"You two are full of bull," Susy smiled. "Using poor Sophie to try and get a look at Andy's dick..."

"We were not!" Heather exclaimed with a laugh.

"Oh, so you were going to ask politely to see it again? Up close like before?"

Heather now looked a bit uncomfortable. Her bravado seemed to wane as memories of that night were raised. Susy smiled with satisfaction.

"And what if we do ask politely?" Mandy: feisty, cheeky.

But Susy was not to be messed with. "You want to see? Well, let's see how brave you are then?"

Me, I was sat listening to these girls debate the possibilities of me getting my dick out. It was quite surreal in a good porno-watching kind of way; plenty of promise on the horizon but not quite sure exactly what was going to happen, though I certainty sensed something in the air. God bless Heather's margaritas. I took a good look at her sitting there in her white classic cut bikini, watching her lithe legs slide against each other as she dabbled her feet nervously in the pool. She wore the same kind of expression that I'd first seen as she lurked in the shadows the night she caught me screwing Susy – one of anticipation and burgeoning excitement laced with fascination. Like me, she was awaiting the turn of events.

Mandy rose to the challenge. "How brave d'you want me to be?" she said to Susy, meeting her gaze defiantly.

I sensed a friction between the two which was only going to work out in fun for me, I reckoned.

Susy looked at me with her sweet eyes twinkling. She tossed her long blond locks then pointed back at Mandy. "Sophie saw us having some fun. So, if you think you're brave then you won't be bothered about sunning topless will you?"

I sat up. So did my cock. With a gulp I watched Mandy regard the other girls.

"You game?" she said to Heather.

"I wasn't talking to them," Susy snapped.

Mandy glowered at her. Then raised her chin and said, "Hell, if you can, I can." With that she pulled those triangles of material away from her tits. They fell forward, but held out big and firm. Her nipples were jutting out as the air hit them, puckered up. She had big aureole topping those glistening tanned torpedo tits. As the sun hit them it was a sight to stir the dead. I mouthed a silent , 'Wow...' 

Heather yelped with hilarity and Sophie gasped her shock.

Mandy noted my reaction with a sly grin and made sure her bikini wasn't going to slip back up. She cupped her tits gently with each hand and swayed side to side. "Like them? I'm quite proud of them..."

Susy looked at me with a satisfied grin. I laughed. "Well, they're certainly noticeable, Mandy."

"Mine aren't that big," said Heather, then to my further arousal, mimicked Mandy by pulling her top aside and revealing those fine curvy tits of hers. I had only glimpsed one in the gloom of the night previously but her they were in their glory, high and full with turgid light-brown nipples.

Susy gave them a clap. "Not bad, not bad," she laughed.

Sophie was sitting there dumbstruck, no longer kicking her feet in the water. She was stock-still, amazed at her friends' audacity.

Mandy called her out. "Hey, Soph, your turn!"

There was no way, she stated, but the girls hounded her. Susy closed the deal by claiming that Sophie had been quite happy to perv over us but wouldn't join in the fun while she had a chance? And she had seen my dick but wouldn't show me her tits?

It was with no little excitement poorly disguised, that Sophie bit her lip and slipped each arm gingerly out of her swimming costume. Carefully, she rolled the upped part down to her waist then leaned back shyly to reveal herself. She looked directly at me, a sure sign she was getting a kick. "They're not that big, I'm afraid," she said quietly, looking down over her tits. They were fine by me – little handfuls that swelled out in firm mounds from her slim frame, crowned by pink nipples. I was surprised by the size of those nips; her aureole were small in diameter but her actual nipples protruded a good half inch from what I could tell given the distance between us – about ten yards across the small pool.

Susy expressed her delight at the girls' daring, then laughed as she pointed out to them, "I have to say – I didn't actually get my top off. Did I, Sophie, if you remember?..."

Sophie's mouth gaped as she made to reply, then clammed up.

Mandy sneered, "She was too busy checking out Andy's dick. Anyway, now do we get a show?"

I looked at the three sets of lovely tits facing me: Mandy's big beauties, so full and ripe on her tanned young body, Heathers firm, spectacular juicy set, and shy Sophie's small perky puppies with their big lush pink nipples. I supped some cocktail. Life was good. Getting better – Susy grabbed my crotch through my shorts. I jerked with surprise, my eyes still on the teen tits opposite.

"You wan to see this?" she tugged the waist of my shorts down. I was putting up a bit of resistance; didn't know quite where she was taking it. She fished her other hand in; I felt her wrap it around my cock. Susy pulled the waist elastic out and down, keeping my dick wrapped in her fist. It was a flash for the girls, and only that. She popped the shorts back over my straining erection.

"Nice, huh?" Susy said. 

"Aww," moaned Mandy. "We couldn't see for your hand."

"Yeah, come on," added Heather. "Thought we got to see it? Come on, Andy." 

Her appeal to me almost worked - I was quite happy to maybe take it out for them; the buzz was exquisite. But Susy was determined to run this show. I think the attitude between her and Mandy was dictating things.

Susy said firmly, "Sophie forgot something, like I said: I did not actually take my top off..."

"And?..." Mandy said. "So what? You haven't even taken it off now..."

In a flash, Susy whipped her bikini top off, as if she'd been waiting for the cue. She had tremendous tits, as I've illustrated before - full 36cs with their own buoyant gravity. They swayed beautifully in front of her as she leaned forward, her blonde locks caressing them. "There you go," she said. She even tweaked her nipples to erect them for effect.

"Well?" said Mandy. 

"Well, Andy and I went bottomless, didn't we Sophie?"

Now that was a bit of a lie. Yes, I had my shorts off the day before but Susy had only untied one side of her bikini bottoms to allow me access. However, Sophie was not arguing in her exposed confusion. She mumbled accord.

Susy smiled, "So I think we should all be equal if you want Andy's dick out again..." 

Heather gazed over in a way that reminded me of the high state of arousal I'd experienced her in before. She looked trippy, like her mind was on other things – namely my cock which was now really tenting my shorts and drawing her dazzling green gaze like a magnet. I watched her perfect features concentrate on my crotch.

"Like, what do you mean?" Mandy quizzed Susy with a sly squint.

"I mean, like, like this..." Susy parodied her teen-speak then brought gasps of surprise as she stood and untied each side of her bright yellow bikini. She let it drop to the tiled ground and stood there, hands out, bare naked. 

From my position I got a three-quarter view of her fantastic toned ass and legs with one swaying side of a luscious breast in sight. Across the pool, the three girls looked on in varying degrees of shock at Susy's magnificent front, from those incredible boobs down to her smooth, hairless shining pudenda, lit by the late afternoon sun to golden perfection. 

Susy then put her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart in a challenging stance. "Okay, so who's brave now? Anyone else want to go skinny?"

I was loving her lightly-sozzled bravado. Sophie, Heather and Mandy exchanged glances. 

"Wow, didn't think you shaved it all off," Mandy said. "That's a bit porn-star..."

I wondered if there wasn't a hint of attraction in that observation. Maybe young Mandy was more femme-oriented than I'd considered. 

Susy sat down on the edge of her lounger. I shuffled forward, too, mainly so I could also check out her pussy. Her legs were parted as her ass perched on the seat. Those tight pussy lips of hers were forced ever so slightly apart.

Susy tutted at Mandy, "Hardly think so... it's popular to go bare."

Heather stammered, "Yes, y-yes, it is..."

"Huh," Mandy squinted at her. "Do you do it, too?"

Now, the last time I'd seen Heather reveal her pussy to me it was covered by neatly trimmed dark pubes which showed everything but still completely dominated her pubic area.

Heather looked across at us. "I...I do now, yes..."

"No way!" gasped Mandy. "Show me!"

Heather met my gaze square on. I knew it; she was getting as much of a buzz as I was, all over again. She sighed, then lifted her legs and ass up and squirmed out of her white bikini bottoms. With a little giggle she kicked them into the pool and sat with her thighs tight together, kicking her feet back and forth. What a sight, all but naked apart from the half-off bikini top. Lovely tits pointing at me with intent and her smooth abdomen and shapely legs bare naked beneath them.

Mandy pointed down at her crotch and shrieked, "Oh my, you do! Let me see it properly..."

With a slight pause, Heather them leaned back on her hands and parted her thighs. Where there had been a downy covering there was now just bare flesh. She'd copied Susy's style, all-off to expose her puffy cunt. The lips were swollen as I remembered them, her inner labia visible. If there was any doubting her state, that large clitty of hers gave her arousal away by poking slightly out the top of her slit.

Mandy said, "God, everything looks so...exposed..."

I said, "So what about you, then, Mandy? Do you go for that shaven look?"




Babysitting Again



The cheeky wench shot back, "Do you?"

I smiled. "You first."

For the first time she looked vulnerable. She glanced anxiously at Susy and then down at Heather's bare pussy and muttered, "Oh damn..."

Then she untied her bikini where she sat, taking the top off first then the bottoms with a shake of her blonde locks. "I can't believe this," she said, mainly to herself.

Naked, Mandy sat there, smiling gamely, curvy thighs brushing.together. 

Susy went in for the kill. "Come on, let's see your bush, hairy mary..."

Mandy tentatively opened her legs. There was a marked difference in skin tone where her tan ended and her pubic region started. Within those exposed white bits she had a thin smattering of blondish-brown pussy hair which was trimmed neat around her labia. Her inner lips protruded slightly giving her a crinkly little crack beneath the downy mound.

"I keep it sort of tidy..." she said, joining in the inspection by plucking at her bush.

My dick throbbed like nothing before as I watched the two teen pals compare bare pussies, each reclining: Heathers titties holding out firm before her, supported by the bikini top, beside Mandy's naked body with her big titties falling gently each side as inclined herself to push forward her cunt. 

And my hot girl sit naked next to me with her bare quim on full view. What a day it was.

Now Heather and Mandy were full of it – no inhibitions. They looked up from their pubic comparisons and had a mutual target in sight – me.

"I think we get to see the meat, now," Mandy said, the cheeky teen regaining her confidence.

Susy massaged me through my shorts. "We might have agreement there," she said.

I was determined to deflect the attack, however. There was someone I had designs on who had already seen more than enough of me. Our little voyeur – Sophie.

She was sitting topless in a state of shock next to Heather. I was sure those nipples – now protruding a full inch if I wasn't imperially challenged – showed just how much of an effect this was having on her.

I stated, "Hey, there's still someone who's seen more of Susy and I than we have of her..."

Using Susy's name got my girl on the ball again and took her focus off my balls. She looked up from her manipulation of my genitals and set her gaze on Sophie.

"Yes," Susy said through a narrowed gaze, "of course. Well, miss voyeur, are you going to join the naked party?"

Sophie shrieked with both outrage and excitement and pushed herself of the edge into the pool. ""No way!" she yelped. "I can't believe you all!" But she was laughing through her indignation.

She wasn't getting away, however. Mandy jumped into the pool and wrestled her to the side where Heather hauled her up by grabbing her underneath her armpits. Pulled up between Heather's legs, Sophie was almost helpless with laughter.

Facing us across the pool, it was an incredibly hot sight to watch this topless cute thing being manhandled by her naked friends. At first, like me, Sophie must have wondered exactly what Heather and Mandy had planned. Then when she understood, her excited, panicked laughter increased.

Heather held her immobile and lifted her clear of the pool back onto the side. Mandy stood waist-deep in the water, big tits juddering violently, and hauled and pulled Sophie's one-piece costume down over her hips, fighting against her thrashing legs, and finally tugged it down along her legs before raising it in triumph with a victorious shout.

Sophie's excited squealing broke into more helpless laughter. She ceased writhing and fell limp in Heather's arms. Mandy tickled her, and then to my great thrill forced her long thighs apart. 

"There we go!" Mandy said, standing aside as she held Sophie's legs wide apart for Susy and I to view. "She's worse than me!"

From Sophie's dark-brown bobbed hair, her cute elven features, down to the tips of her delicate toes she was slim, fawnlike. Her wonderful little tits stood proud with their long, overtly-erotic nipples, and her slim hips were flayed wide at the juncture of her thighs to expose her most surprising feature to us. Her pussy was a large meaty gash, with big labia that glistened with more than just pool water I reckoned. She had a thick covering of dark pubes that fell in silky wet strands and curls over her defined mound. The flushed deep pink of her large dangling inner lips made her cunt appear obscenely aroused. This was only given more credence by the size of her clitoris – one of the largest I've ever come across and certainly the largest I'd ever seen to that point. I thought Heather's was quite big but Sophie's clit by comparison was huge, not poking from the top of her meaty slit but positively jutting, covered by a fleshy hood; a direct pubic equivalent of her oversized nipples. Sophie's slim body only served to highlight her sexual areas more.

Mandy flicked at her clitty, saying, "Look at the size of that..."

Sophie shivered and groaned. The girls howled with delight. "She's hot!" Mandy exclaimed and tugged at Sophie's thick pubes, "We should get these cut off..."

Sophie wriggled against Mandy's hand. Mandy yelped and jumped away. "Dirty girl!"

Sophie then moaned, "We better not stay out like this...My parents will be back soon.." She nodded her head in the direction of the house behind the trees – her home, where she'd watched Susy and I play from.

"Shit," said Heather. "What are we gonna do?"

"Mandy looked annoyed and pointed at me. "I don't know about you, but I want to see his cock like Sophie did. He owes us now for the show he got!"

Susy obviously agreed with the girls. She pulled me to my feet by my arms then dragged me in the direction of the house by my hard dick, thrusting on hand down the front of my shorts. "You want to see some fun, then it's inside!"

I then had the peculiar, never-repeated experience of being hauled stumbling across a lawn by my naked girlfriend whilst three naked teens ran after us, Heather divesting the last part of her bikini and trying to lasso me with it.

We made it into Heather's parents big rear lounge – the same one she'd watched us screw in a month ago. The girls fell about laughing. I stood breathless, feasting my eyes on the banquet of naked flesh. It was heaven, that moment. 

Then Susy launched herself at me and the mood took a subtle change. Susy didn't waste any time in dragging my swimshorts down my legs. Kneeling, she gorged herself on my dick as soon as it was exposed, fondling my tingling balls. The rush was great, enhanced by the sight of the three teen hotties gazing on as they sat and knelt around us, faces masked by wonder, fascination and obvious lust. The atmosphere was damn hot, and not just because of the day's sunshine.

For a moment as Susy blew me I felt out of myself – just trying to take in the moment, I guess.

Heather was seated on the floor to my left. Mandy was on the right, crouched close to Susy, watching intently as she sucked my dick. Sophie was on the couch facing me, right behind Susy. She watched on in a trance, her face a mix of apprehension and excitement. She had her legs crossed and a hand stuck tight between them, her mouth slightly open.

Heather clambered up and sat next to Sophie on the couch, making sure she was right in my line of vision. She said, "Susy, can I see again?"

Susy stopped her oral manipulations and sat back, holding my cock upright and throbbing in her hand. It throbbed a little harder when Heather looked me full in the eyes and then spread her legs wide. Sophie gasped as her neighbour's thigh brushed against hers. She snapped from her reverie and glanced down at what Heather was doing. 

Heather was using her right hand to hold open her flushed pussy lips and her left was rubbing around her large clit. She flitted her gaze from my cock to my face, loving the effect she was having on me. She squeezed her firm tits together with her upper arms and shot me a devilish grin. I groaned. I wasn't sure if I was going to last; Susy's hand was gently wanking me.

I saw Mandy copy Heather's fun. Below me, her hand snaked between her thighs and she started to masturbate as well. Then she leaned forward and gave the swollen bulbous head of my cock a couple of licks. I shuddered. Susy grabbed her by the hair and pushed her mouth over my cock. I had to look up at the ceiling and count the light fittings to stay the inevitable as this hot teen sucked on my dick at my girlfriend's bidding.

After a few moments Susy pulled Mandy off, grinning wickedly. Mandy made a moan of protest and increased the fury of her masturbation. Her big torpedo titties shook and bounced. She used her free hand to rub and play with her saucery nipples. She was well gone.

My girl Susy was playing with herself as well. She looked round at the couch and saw Heather's antics. "Want to see him fuck me again?" she asked her.

That set Heather off. Unexpectedly, she burst into a violent shaking orgasm. I saw juices pour from her cunt, and her fingers squelched against her pliable flesh as she gritted her teeth and groaned her pleasure. Sophie gasped, "Oh my god," and looked on agape, wriggling in her seat, thighs crushing against her trapped hand.

"I guess that's a yes," Susy smiled and lay on the floor with her head towards the settee.

I grabbed a cushion and jammed it under her ass. She willingly lifted her crotch towards me, thrusting her soaking wet quim at the head of my cock. Her labia engulfed my dick. In this position I could fuck her in a kneeling pose, still able to face and see the girls on the couch and Mandy to my side.

Susy's exhibitionism was kicking in as she pulled my ass, urging me to fully enter her. When I did, she howled with delight. And demanded I play with her tits whilst I "fucked her hard..."

Of course, being a giving chap, I did just that. 

I managed to use the overdrive sexual excitement and rarity of the situation to my slight advantage in that it was all so overwhelmingly hot – too hot – that it helped stay my own climax while my mind reeled with the sensory overload. 

The air was laced with the sweet tangy smell of female heat and arousal. My ears were bombarded by feminine sighs and moans and softly-spoken sexual obscenities, mostly from Susy as she orgasmed, bucking furiously on my numbed cock.

Mandy had stood up and her pussy was only a couple of feet from my head as I kneeled and screwed Susy. Mandy pulled and plucked at her nipples and made a show of fucking herself lewdly with her fingers as she thrust her cunt right up to my face, relishing my attentions. She came too close – I jerked my head and lapped at her sweet-tasting pussy juices with my tongue, as she'd done to my dick. I felt the little nub of her hidden clit as I brushed my tongue back and forth, then the gush of her juice as she tipped over the edge, legs shaking, big titties quivering. I grabbed a feel of them – surprisingly soft - with one hand while I held onto Susy's with the other.

Heather was fingering towards another cum, this time forcing three fingers up herself as she jerked her hips up and down, face contorted with lust.

Susy bucked herself off me as her orgasm took her into twisting contortions of pleasure. I lost a hold of her tits so I did what came naturally and grasped my cock with my free hand. Feeling bold, powerful, I moved my other hand from Mandy's tits and sunk my middle finger right up her cunt. She emitted an animal growl and ground her pussy on my digit, which quickly became digits as I slipped another in, my thumb rubbing on her clit. 

On the couch beside Heather, Sophie watched on, entranced. When I grabbed my dick and started to pump it she stared on, blew out a long shaky breath, eyes wide, then parted her thighs. Such was her arousal she thought nothing of hooking a leg over Heather's thigh despite Heather's frenzied sexual state.

If I'd been surprised by Sophie's pussy first time, I was enthralled this time. The seat beneath her was damp with her gushing juices. Her lips were so flared and swollen that her raw pink depths were laid bare. And she wanted me to see. She pulled and tugged at those lips and also pinched her huge pointy erect nipples while she did so, lifting her into unstoppable orgasmic realms. She was breathing in short quick whines and I realised this girl was heading for the orgasm of her life. Fingers plunged in and out of her fleshy cunt intermittently. She used two fingers side by side to wank that oversized clit of hers like a small cock. She'd peel its hood back then attack it with her other hand, then dive into her pussy again. There was no real rhythm; her lust was sending her out of control. All the time she bucked and jerked and thrust her young cunt up off the couch; all the time the sound and sight of her pussy juice splashing over her hands and onto her thighs drove me crazy.

Then Heather started to slap her own soaking pussy with big wet pats and moan, "I'm coming, coming, coming..."

Susy was on the floor going through multiple orgasms, while she watched me jerk and bring herself off. She shouted up, "Shoot it off...wank it off..."

Then Sophie started to scream with the fury of her orgasm. It caught me off-guard. I momentarily stopped wanking. But the slim little chick with the cute bob, big eyes and the gushing, hungry pussy furiously demanded I, "Fucking jerk that cock...Jerk the cum out!"

Beside me, Mandy held apart those crinkly little pussy lips for my fingers to finish her off. I pistoned them in and out and felt her tight cunt clamp around them. Her knees buckled and she slumped to the floor, moaning in ecstacy.

All great, but it seemed the only ones getting off on all this were the girls, and in no small way. I decided that I'd had more than enough stimulation and it was time I gave myself some welcome relief. "Okay, I'm gonna cum..." I said with a low growl.

My delay gave Heather an opportunity. She slid off the couch and wheeled around on all fours, backing her fabulously curvy young ass right up to my cock. She was right above Susy who was lying underneath her with a big grin and a hand fiddling furiously between her own legs.

Looking down, Heather's sweet, wet cunt was inches from my dick. I could see right past her neat folds at my target – that glistening livid inner pink But as I placed a hand on her butt cheek to guide myself in she looked round over her shoulder and breathlessly gasped, "Please Andy, no... Want you to finger fuck me...Like it was your dick...But no fucking...Please..."

Shit, I thought, and considered ignoring her and just going for it. But Susy demanded I complied. "No fucking,Andy," she said by way of warning...Finger her..." Then she raised her head off the carpet and took one of Heather's nipples in her mouth.

That set me off. I slapped Heather's butt and dug my fingers into her yielding flesh. She gave a loud orgasmic groan and them I supplemented her arousla by plunging two fingers right up her sopping cunt and let her thrust back against me. I dabbled at her puckered asshole with my thumb, testing her reaction. She screamed with pleasure.

I went to jerk my dick but Mandy's hand beat me to it. She was reaching up from the floor, groping my balls. I told her to wank me off but amidst the orgasmic chaos she couldn't have heard. 

Heather was howling, "Oh, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me.." I knew she didn't really mean what she was saying but, shit, I was going to have to.

Then Sophie came to her, and my, rescue. She leapt off the couch and dived at my cock like a girl possessed. Kneeling, she grabbed my shaft in her soft little hands and looked up with those wide doe eyes. "I want to see it cum," she said in a whisper. "I want to see the cum shoot..."

And she started to jerk me fast. Mandy's hand fluttered over my jiggling balls as Sophie brought me close.

I told Sophie what a good little wanker she was and told her I wanted to shoot it on her face. 

I slapped hard at Heather's ass. Heather's pussy contracted violently on my fingers as she came again, soaking me with sweet liquid. She screamed the place down, sobbing at me to, "Come on my back! Come on me! Fucking come on me like we're doing it doggy...like you're fucking me doggy!"

I lost it. My cock blasted cum fit to burst as my balls tightened and unloaded. Streams shot up Heather's flawless arched back. Sophie's little hand had problems keeping a grip on me as my dick leapt like a fire hose on full blast. She had her mouth open but caught none. I thought it was just tokenism but after I was spent she actually did lean in and enclose my dick with her sweet lips. That little moment of heaven brought a final shudder from me before I had to disengage and lie back myself to recuperate.

I'll always remember lying there with four nubiles spread out around me, pussies raw and moist, breathless with orgasmic comedown. I laughed, thinking myself blessed by the Gods of sex, and I still do to this day.

Okay, so I didn't get to fuck them all, and in frenzied works of porn fiction I probably would have. But the reality of it was that I got a hell of an experience with four young hotties. 

In the aftermath, the girls cleaned up, Susy helping Heather get my cum off her in the bathroom, and we dressed quickly, somewhat out of embarrassment I think. But everyone was pleasant enough. Sophie disappeared home and Susy and I left Heather and Mandy to look after the house for the night until Heather's family arrived home the next day.

I only ever saw Heather once after that and it was a brief meeting some two years later back in our home town when she was on a college break. She had a boyfriend with her at the time so naturally we didn't get into any reminiscing. I'd also split with Susy by that time as we'd gone to separate colleges thereby inviting the inevitable distancing. So my meeting with Heather was brief but brought great memories thundering back of my adventures in 'babysitting'.

The night it all happened I dropped Susy off and went back to my own home and lay awake most of the night reliving the whole shebang. I've spent many a happy night since then reliving it, too, and enjoyed getting it all down for you to read. I hope I got enough down to give you a real taste of a special experience in a young bloke's life. Let me know with your votes and comments. Thanks for reading.



Babysitting at Aunt Patty's Part 1



Being the oldest of thirteen grandchildren, I got stuck with a lot of babysitting. From the age of fourteen on, I was the go-to guy if any of my aunts or uncles needed a sitter for a night. It seems like a drag, constantly having to spend Friday and Saturday nights with your little cousins, and it was a bit annoying. But as a young teenager, the extra money was great. Maybe it was only a few bucks an hour, but when you're fourteen or so, that extra money makes a big difference.

As I got older, the requests to babysit became fewer and fewer. My sister was old enough to do it, and my cousins were getting older. There just wasn't the need for a babysitter much, anymore. Plus, I think my relatives felt a little guilty asking me to give up weekend nights. I still would watch the kids once in awhile, or help out with their homework after school if they needed it, but it was rare.

When I went away to college, I thought that would be it. Although I needed the money more than ever, I just figured I would not be sitting any more, and I didn't mind a bit. I had my own friends, my own car, and my own life. I liked to be able to make my own schedule and hang out with friends on weekends. And that is just what I planned to do when I returned from school for summer break after my freshman year. I had a summer job lined up, and I would be able to put away a decent bit of money, but I was really looking forward to hanging out with my friends. No one from high school had ended up going to college where I did.

I got home on a Thursday after my exams were over and I was exhausted. I wish I could say it was from too much studying, but the truth is that my exams were over on Tuesday and I had been doing just a little bit of partying. My Dad was nice enough to pick me up at the train station in Baltimore, in my car. It was nice to have a car back after my freshman year. Because of parking issues on campus, freshman weren't allowed to have cars. We caught up on what had been happening at home for the half hour drive back to my parents' house.

"I know this isn't going to be the greatest thing you've heard, but Aunt Patty needs you to watch the kids tomorrow night. She has something for work, and they are really tight for a sitter. Can you do it?" My Dad asked.

"Oh, come on, my first Friday night home?" I asked.

"You know she wouldn't ask if she wasn't really in a pinch. You can say no if you want." He replied.

My Dad knew I couldn't really say no. I would feel way too guilty, not to mention the guilt trip I would get next time I saw Aunt Patty. I didn't have any particular plans for Friday night, I just had figured I would be hanging out with the guys from high school.

"Fine. I guess." I finally gave in.

"I'll let her know, I am sure she will be appreciative." My dad said as we arrived at my parents' house.

It was nice to be home. My brother and sisters and Mom were all there waiting for me, and we had a nice time visiting and catching up. I only went to college about two hours away, but it still felt like we had been apart for a long time. For that night and the following day, I caught up with relatives, caught up on sleep, and caught up on eating my parents' free food. It was good to be home.

At about 6:00 p.m. I headed out to my Aunt Patty's house. Patty was a single mother of two and my youngest aunt. She had just gotten out of a marriage with a complete jerk. It's not like he hit her, he just ignored her. And he ignored the kids. Luckily he had made a decent amount and Aunt Patty got a nice summer beach house and a decent amount of money out of him when he finally left. Patty was tall and skinny, about 5' 10" tall. She had short sandy blonde hair that kind of sat on top of her head like a cute mop and she had a great smile. Not that I noticed, but she had small perky breasts and a great tight ass. Okay, I did notice. I had always noticed. Patty was sexy. I knew I shouldn't see her that way, considering she was my Mom's sister, but I couldn't help it. She was only about eight or nine years older than me, and I found her incredibly attractive. I had never done anything about it. And I never would. But to say that Aunt Patty didn't creep into my fantasies every once in awhile late at night would be a lie.

I pulled up the driveway for what I expected to be another boring night in watching TV and putting the kids to bed. When I got inside, Patty was finishing up dinner for the kids, and she looked up with a huge smile on her face.

"Mike! Welcome home!" She said as she bounded across the kitchen and gave me a big hug. It wasn't unusual for her, she was an affectionate person and she squeezed me close, and I tried to remember that it was my Aunt. But that was difficult.

"How are you?" She asked.

"Pretty good, how about you?" I replied.

"Not bad. Not bad at all. I mean, I would be better if I didn't have to do this catering job tonight, but overall things are great. How was school? We all miss you, you know." She asked, talking a mile a minute.

"It was good. I made the Dean's list first semester, and I think I was able to do it again second semester. I'll find out in a few weeks, I guess." I told her, trying not to check her out as I did so. It was weird. I always knew she was attractive, and like I said, I had thought about her on occasion, but now I was face to face with her and I couldn't stop being so drawn to my own aunt.

"That's great!" She said, "You always were the smart one. So, any girls up there at that school that caught your eye?"

I admit I was a little embarrassed by the question, but it was not out of character for Patty.

"Not really. I mean, I've had a few dates but nothing really serious." I told her.

"Ah, playing the field. Smart boy. Well, smart young man, I guess." She said with a little twinkle in her eye.

I must have blushed at that point because she quickly added, "Oh, don't be embarrassed, you are becoming quite the man. I remember when you were born and now you're all tall and handsome. I wasn't sure who it was when you were coming up the driveway."

We both laughed. Mine was a little more nervous laugh. The conversation was a bit uncomfortable and I was shifting my body to hide the erection that was growing in my pants at the things Patty was saying to me. Okay, I admit it wasn't that provocative, but I was nineteen. It didn't take much to set me off.

"Oh, and Mike, I want to thank you for tonight. I was really in a bind and you are helping out so much. The kids are fed, and should be ready for bed at about eight. After that, you can watch TV or movies, or whatever. I should be home about one, so you are welcome to stay over if you like." She said.

I had frequently done that when I was younger. She had a nice big house and I would watch the little ones when they were much smaller and then just hit the guest room and crash for the night, going home in the morning.

"Sounds good. Got any snacks?" I asked

She looked at me like I was crazy, "Have you ever known me to have an un-stocked fridge? Of course there's all sorts of stuff in here. You're welcome to any of it." Checking her watch, she said, "Oh shit, I gotta get going."

As she ran past me, purse in hand, she kissed me on the cheek, saying, "Thanks again, I really mean it."

The kiss on the cheek, while completely innocent, was enough to set my nineteen year old brain in motion. I was crazy over her at this point, and thankful she was walking out the door. I wasn't sure I could take much more time in conversation without her noticing the growing bulge in my pants.

Patty's car drove off and I collapsed on the couch to watch TV while the kids played. They were at the age where they were pretty low maintenance, and just needed me for things like getting a drink or a snack. Otherwise, I just let them play until bed time. At about 8:00 p.m., as instructed, I got their toys cleaned up with them and took them upstairs. I got the kids to brush their teeth and then tucked them into bed. They really are good kids and it was no problem getting them to go to sleep.

I headed for the stairs to go plop in front of the TV again, when I walked past my Aunt's room. I noticed something in her hamper, which was near the door to her room. It was satiny and just the thought that it might be sexy lingerie that my Aunt had worn started the stirring in my jeans again. I picked it up, and while it was silky, it was far from racy. It was just a silk nightgown, and nothing overly provocative. Still, the thought of my Aunt wearing it got me a little turned on. Then I looked down and saw a matching silk thong. Now that was sexy.

I picked up the thong and looked at it. It was almost sheer and it was tiny. It was red, and had a small bow on the back right above where my Aunt's behind would have been. I could tell the panties had been worn, and my cock started to harden at just the thought that her bare pussy had touched the fabric. I lifted the panties to my face, and finding the crotch, inhaled deeply. I could smell her womanly scent. I couldn't believe what I was doing, but my cock was rock hard by now. I needed release. And I needed that release while I inhaled Patty's aroma.

I quickly slipped into the master bathroom, just off of Patty's bedroom. I dropped my pants and took my cock in hand. I held the panties up to my nose with my left hand and slowly started stroking my cock as I inhaled her feminine perfume. I imagined she was there in front of me and I was licking her wet pussy as she writhed in pleasure. My strokes intensified as I stuck my tongue out and licked the crotch of her panties. I got just a hint of her tangy, delicious pussy as my cock strained even harder. She tasted so good that I put her panties in my mouth and sucked on the dirty crotch as I jerked myself off with increasing intensity.

Suddenly, I heard a noise, and turned to see, to my horror, Patty standing in the doorway. She quickly closed the door behind her.

"Oh my God, Mike, I am so sorry! I didn't know you were in there. I thought you were asleep in the guest room." She said, a little panicked and out of breath.

Well, maybe she didn't see me. Maybe she didn't see me masturbating. Maybe she didn't see me sucking on her dirty panties. "Oh shit. She had to see." I thought to myself.

"It's okay, I'm done." I said, as I flushed and stuffed her now wet panties in my pocket. "Sorry, Aunt Patty, I was just using your bathroom because I had put the kids to bed. I didn't think you'd be home so soon." I said, embarrassed, as my voice trailed off.

"Nah, no problem," She said, as if nothing had happened, "I was just able to get away much earlier than I thought. They let me go because they know about the kids and all."

"Oh, that's cool." I told her.

"Yeah, and I am so tired I am glad I am home. I think I'll just hit the sack and get a good night's sleep, for once." She laughed.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll get going." I said, still a deep red from embarrassment.

"You don't have to. I know it's early, but it was really foggy out there when I was coming back in. You can stay in the guest room still, if you want." She said.

Considering I thought I had to find a way to get her panties back into her hamper, in case she hadn't seen me, I figured staying was a good idea.

"Okay, well, I guess I'll just go watch some TV." I told her.

"All right, then. See you in the morning?" She said.

"Sure, Aunt Patty." And I started to walk away.

"Hey Mike. Thanks again. I really owe you." She told me.

"No problem." Looking back at her in her black skirt and white collared shirt, my cock started to grow again. She really was an attractive lady, my Aunt or not. And the fact that the smell of her pussy was still in my nostrils was even more of a turn on. "Good night."

I went downstairs and back to the couch. The TV was on, but I wasn't paying attention. I was really embarrassed at what my Aunt may have seen. But I also didn't know what she had seen. I was afraid she'd say something to my Mom or Dad, or that she'd tease me about it. Either way, I just didn't know how to handle the situation. And even if she had not seen me, I thought to myself, I had her panties in my pocket and no way to get them back in her room without her noticing. I didn't want her to think I was the kind of guy who would steal her panties. Even though I was that kind of guy, apparently.

Getting tired, and still turned on, I figured I would retire to the guest room, cum with my Aunt's panties, and figure it all out in the morning. As I climbed the stairs I noticed the flickering light under the door of my Aunt's room. She was, or had been, watching television. I headed to the opposite end of the hallway to the guest room. 

The room was pitch black when I entered, so I flipped the switch.

The bed was turned down and there was something right near the pillow. As I approached the bed I saw a small, silky something on the bed. As I got closer my heart started racing. It was a pair of panties. I picked them up, and a small piece of paper fell out.

"I could use some company." Said the unmistakable handwriting of my aunt, on the piece of paper.

I held the panties up to my face and noticed that they were soaking wet. She hadn't just worn these. She had been touching herself. They were so wet she had to have masturbated that sexy pussy of hers in these panties. And now she left them for me.

As horny as I was, I was conflicted. I mean, this woman was my Aunt. She had seen me grow up. And here she was coming on to me. I wanted her so badly, but I didn't know what I should do.

My nineteen year old brain won out, as did the intoxicating scent of her pussy, soaked through the panties she had left me. With her panties in my hand, I left the guest room, and walked the length of the hallway toward her door. My heart was pounding. I could feel it in my temples as I became more and more nervous. I approached her door and heard the unmistakable sound of a woman quietly whimpering and moaning. It didn't sound like my Aunt, but it all worked to get me even more turned on. I lifted my hand to the door and quietly knocked.

"Mike?" My aunt asked.

"Yes." I stammered.

"Come in." She said.

Slowly I turned the knob and the door clicked. Then I pushed it slowly open. The first thing I could see was the television. On the big screen were two gorgeous woman. A blonde and a brunette. The blonde was young with very large breasts and was laying on her back as the older, but equally as attractive brunette was between her thighs, licking her wet pussy. The door now completely open, I looked over to the bed where my Aunt was laying, with the covers up to her chin.

"Took you long enough!" She said in her typical joking manner. "I've been waiting for you." The last sentence was said in a tone that was different. It was lustful. Her eyes were almost glassy as she spoke those words.

"Um," I stumbled. "Wow, that's pretty sexy." I said, making reference to the television.

"Well, your old Aunt has been alone in this bed awhile, sometimes even I need a little porn." She said with a smile. "I thought that might be all I got until you walked in."

I was frozen. I just didn't know what to do. So I stood there.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to join me?" She asked, with a wry smile on her face.

"Um, okay," I said, as I approached the bed. I reached for the covers and started to pull them back to get in the bed.

"Wait," Aunt Patty said. "You are way overdressed."

I was completely stunned, still. I was still in shock that I was going to fool around with my aunt. I still didn't know how far this was going to go, and I didn't know what I should do.

"Take that T shirt off." She directed. Her voice was a little more authoritative this time. She wasn't ordering me around, but she was letting me know what she wanted.

I removed my T shirt, exposing my chest to her. Now, I'm not exactly a physical fitness maniac, but at that point, at nineteen years old, I was well built. I had strong pecs, and a fairly defined upper body. Still, even though I hadn't shown her anything she hadn't seen at the beach, it was awkward being there in front of my aunt, in that setting, undressing.

"Mmmm, what a sexy chest my nephew has." She said. "Now, get those jeans off."

I hesitated. This was a big step. And she could see the nervousness in my eyes.

"Mike, take them off for your aunt. Come on now." She insisted.

Having her tell me what to do was even more of a turn on. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my legs. My legs are better than my upper body, having been a soccer player all through high school, and I was proud of how muscular they were, but I was still nervous. I stepped out of my jeans, and there I was, standing in front of my aunt, in just a white pair of boxer briefs. My cock was hard and straining against my underwear. Despite my embarrassment, I was so turned on that there was no hiding my erection.

"Okay, Mike, now why don't you join me under the covers." My aunt directed me.

Still a little tentative about the whole situation, I pulled the covers back just a little bit, and slid into bed next to this beautiful woman. She looked amazing. Her short sandy blonde hair was spread out on the pillow, which was propped up slightly so that she could get a better view of the television. Her green eyes were glazed over and the look on her face was completely different from what I had seen before. The happy-go-lucky woman was replaced by a lustful, sex-craving woman. But this was my aunt. My aunt. I couldn't believe that I was almost naked in bed with my aunt. Any qualms I had were quickly erased when I saw the covers moving slowly near my aunt's sex.

"I started without you. I hope you don't mind." She said, mischievously. "But then again, you started without me earlier."

I must have turned three shades of red. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean..."

She cut me off. "It's okay. Really Mike. Seeing you sniffing and tasting my panties while you touched your hard cock was so hot. It made me so wet."

"Really?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Really. Seeing a hot, young guy wanting me, wanting me enough to jerk off while he smelled me? God, it was so hot. That's why I went to bed right away. I didn't even get my panties off before I came the first time."

I was in bed with her but our bodies had not even touched yet. I could feel the heat coming off of her skin.

"MMMMmmmmmm." My aunt moaned as she must have hit the right spot with her fingers. The movie was still playing on the television, and the scene of the two women had intensified as they were on top of each other in a sixty-nine position.

"Did you like the way I smelled?" I snapped back to the moment, realizing again where I was.

"Yes." Was all I could muster for an answer.

"Do you want to smell me again?"

Again, I answered, "Yes."

My aunt brought her fingers out from under the covers. In the glow of the television, I could see her wetness on her fingers. She raised her fingers to just below my nose and I breathed deeply. Without even realizing it, an audible moan escaped my lips. The aroma of my aunt's sex was filling my nose, and my cock was twitching in anticipation.

"Taste me." She said as she lowered her wet fingers to my lips. Her wetness was delicious. I savored her taste and sucked on her thin fingers. She moaned as I continued to suck and lick them.

"Do you want to taste more?" She asked.

Without answering, I lowered the covers. First, her breasts were revealed. They were small, but perky. Her nipples were a dark brown and were very hard, with small areolas. She had tan lines from her bikini. I lowered the covers more and they revealed her flat stomach. From years of working out, she was definitely in terrific shape. Again, a wave of nerves came over me as I realized I was about to unveil her wet pussy. Her hand was still in the covers playing with her clit when I peeled the blanket away.




Babysitting at Aunt Patty's Part 1



"Oh god, Mike, it's been too long, please don't waste any more time. I need you to eat my pussy." She moaned.

Hearing my aunt talk dirty to me like this was so hot that I didn't wait any longer. My embarrassment, or nervousness was completely lost and I was now just a lustful being who wanted to make love to this beautiful woman who was here with me. Her legs spread wider and she pulled her hand away from her pussy as I crawled down the bed. Her pubic hair was shaved nearly bare, but she had left a thin strip above her opening. At nineteen, I had never encountered something like that before, and it worked to turn me on even more. Most of the girls I had been with had bushy, or just trimmed pubic hair. Patty's was shaves around her lips, revealing herself to me immediately.

I lowered my head to her pussy and simply inhaled.

She moaned, in anticipation of what was going to happen. Her womanly musk was intense. It was enough that I couldn't hold back any more. I lowered my head to her lips and just brushed them with my tongue. Her taste was amazing. And I couldn't be gentle any more. I dove into her with my tongue and my lips, parting them and plunging my tongue inside her. Immediately, my aunt grabbed a handful of hair and pulled my head into her as she shook.

"Oh fuck, Mike, that's it, fuck me with your tongue." She grunted as I drank her wetness in. Her juices were covering my face and all I could do was smell her and enjoy the textures and tastes. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her sex to me, burying my face in my sexy aunt. I continued to lick her opening and dart my tongue in and out of her. Her ass felt muscular and tense as she tightened up, thrusting herself at me.

As I fucked her with my mouth I slid my hand around to spread her wider so that my tongue could go even deeper.

"Oh yeah, eat your aunt's pussy. Come on, make your aunt come." She almost screamed as I spread her lips and licked her all over.

With that I gently slide my middle finger into her pussy. My aunt moaned loudly as I did. She pushed her pelvis up at my hand as she moaned loudly.

"More." Was all she said.

I slide a second finger in.

"FUCK!" She screamed. "More!"

I slid a third finger into her and she actually screamed. I was grateful at this point that the kids' room was so far away. I was pounding my fingers in and out of my aunt and her wetness was all over my hand. I lowered my head and flicked her clit with my tongue.

"Oh my god, yes Mike, lick my clitty!" She demanded.

My tongue danced over her clit as I pushed my fingers in and out of her tight pussy.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh my god yes! I am coming Mike, fuck! Make your aunt come!" With that her body began shaking and it tensed up as her pussy became even wetter and the contractions of her hot cunt held my fingers inside her.

When her shaking subsided, she opened her eyes and looked at me. I was a little worried that she would come to her senses and realize we shouldn't be doing this.

"Mike, that was wonderful. I needed that more than anything. Now you lay down here, baby." She told me.

As I laid back on the pillow, my aunt got up in a sitting position and looked at my boxer briefs.

"Now I get to unwrap my present," she said.

She slowly pulled the waistband of my underwear down as my cock strained against the fabric. She reached her other hand into my boxer briefs and felt around finding my erect member. I moaned in appreciation of her soft touch.

"Oh, my nephew is definitely a man." She said as she put her fingers around me. "Oh wow, this is going to feel so good inside me."

Pulling my cock out of my briefs, she pulled my underwear down and licked her lips. "Mike, I need this." She said as she lowered her head to my crotch. Slowly she stuck her tongue out of her mouth and licked the head of my dick. 

"Yum, you taste wonderful." She said as she slowly took me into her mouth. Leaning over, her small breasts hung and bounced as she slid her mouth up and down on my penis. Then she carefully slid her lips lower and lower on my cock until she had all seven inches in her mouth. She pushed even further, taking me into her throat until she went just a little too far and had to pull back, coughing a bit. As she recovered, she stroked my now wet cock with her hand.

She lowered her head again to my cock and began slowly, sensually taking me all the way into her mouth, while playing with the underside of my cock with her tongue. She licked around the head while keeping eye contact with me. Then she slowly and gently reached down to fondle my balls while she pumped my cock with her mouth. I was rock hard and precum began to leak out of my cock into her mouth. She gripped my cock with her right hand and stroked me while she pistoned the head of my cock in and out of her mouth. Just as I felt as if I was nearing a climax, she stopped.

"Mike, I want you to cum in my mouth, but I need you inside me." She said. "I want you all night."

With that she straddled me, stroking me all the while, and spread her legs. Leaning down she spit gently on the head of my penis, and stroked it again, getting it wetter so it could slide inside her. Then she rubbed the head of my cock against her wet opening, sliding me up and down her lips. With her eyes closed, she pushed down on me. Her face wrinkled up as my cock pushed passed her lips and into her.

"Unh!" She grunted as I filled her.

Her pussy was so tight. Her wetness was drenching me as her insides gripped me.

"God, Mike, it has been so long. This feels so good." She said as she settled into me, adjusting to my size inside her. "Do you feel naughty fucking your aunt?" She asked me, smiling deviously. "I've wanted to do this since you got here tonight."

With that she slowly started rocking backward and forward, rubbing her clit against me as my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her. Then slowly she rose off of me and began pumping up and down, sliding me inside and out of her. I looked down to watch myself push in and out of her. Her wetness was making my cock almost shine in the low light of the television. I had almost forgotten that there was some sexy lesbian porn on the television, and as soon as I looked back at my aunt, I forgot about it again. I was locked into her, looking at her eyes and watching the pleasure on her face, all the while trying not to cum too quickly with her. I wanted her to enjoy it, and I wanted it to last as long as possible.

"Mike, do you want to fuck me." She asked.

"Yes." I answered, my voice almost cracking.

"Do you want to fuck your aunt?" She asked again.

"Yes." I responded again.

With that she rolled off of me and onto her back. Spreading her legs, she stroked her lips and looked at me. "I need you to fuck me. Hard. Now." Was all she had to say.

I got between her legs and slid inside her almost instantly. As I pushed hard to the hilt, my aunt let out a grunt. I pulled out and pushed back in, slamming into her. She moaned her appreciation. I kept up the pace, pounding into her as she moaned and grunted the whole time. Her head was tossing from side to side as I leaned down to take one of her very hard nipples in my mouth. "Oh GOD yes!" She screamed.

"Just like that, yes, please, yes, fuck your aunt like that." She yelled with her eyes rolling back into her head. Her breathing quickened and her cunt tightened around me, as we bucked together, sweating, grunting and moaning. "Yes, please, yes..." She said as her voice trailed off and her body began to shake again. "I'm cumming!" She yelled loudly as her muscles held me firmly inside her.

I continued to stroke in and out of her as the walls of her vagina contracted around my cock, gripping it even tighter. I was so close at this point that I knew I couldn't hold back. Sensing this, my aunt said, "Mike, are you going to cum?"

A soft moan was all I could respond with. "Oh Mike, please cum inside your aunt. Please, I need you to fill me with your cum." She told me while staring into my eyes. My pace quickened even more as she moaned with every thrust. Finally, it was too much. With a loud yell I emptied myself inside her.

Exhausted, I collapsed with my aunt on the bed.

"God, Mike, that was amazing." Patty said.

The reality that of what I had just done started to settle in, and instantly I was embarrassed and nervous in front of her.

"Yeah, it was awesome." I said, with the nervousness obvious in my voice.

"Mike, you okay?" My aunt asked.

"Yeah, fine." I told her.

"Mike, are you upset about what happened?" She asked, looking into my eyes.

"No, not really, I just feel kinda weird." I admitted.

"Did you like it?" She asked.

"Of course." I told her.

"Would you like to do it again sometime?" She said, looking directly in to my eyes.

"I'd like to do it all the time." I said, a little too enthusiastically.

"That's what I like to hear." She laughed, "Mike, I needed this so bad. With the kids and work and all the things going on, it's been almost two years since I've had a man. My fingers and my toys just weren't cutting it."

Just hearing that started my cock growing again. The idea that my aunt was masturbating with toys every night just needing a man to fill her up and give her pleasure had me very turned on.

"You sure you're okay with this?" I asked her.

"Look, I've been through the marriage, bad relationship thing, and now, I want to have fun. I'm not looking for a boyfriend or a new husband, I'm looking for a friend to fuck and have fun with. You think you're up for that?" Patty asked.

"Yeah, I definitely think so. You're okay that I'm your nephew?" I asked, hoping that the answer was yes.

"Mike, it kind of turns me on that you are. It's something that we're not supposed to do, and you're somebody I'm not supposed to do it with. And since I saw you go away to college, I have thought you were just the hottest thing. I was hoping you would feel the same about your old aunty." She said with a smile.

I was surprisingly honest with her. "I've thought you were hot since I was little. I used to fantasize about you all the time."

"Oooh, that is great to hear! I have a feeling this summer is going to be a lot of fun." She said.

With that I hugged her and we settled in, cuddling, for a much deserved rest. Thoughts of the rest of the summer were flashing through my head.



Babysitting Benefits



Here's a true story. Or is it? Names have been changed for the sake of propriety, but it's pretty damn close to true events. Unless it's not, then names haven't been changed. Alas, I've already gone off on a tangent. Don't let the title throw you, the actual participants are of legal age.

So, let me start off on a downer. My mom passed away last year. Just one moment in a long line of stressful events for my family. Without getting too much into it, my parents were separated and in the process of divorce when it happened. The tension has been pretty bad, especially since my father is such a pain in the ass. He's one of those cranky old curmudgeons that always needs something to complain about, which is part of why my mother left him.

I currently live in a tiny house with three other miserable bachelors. It's cramped--barely enough for two people--and up until now, I've avoided being caught jerking off to Internet porn by only the slimmest of margins. Here comes the real set up: Ever since then, everyone on my dad's side of the family have come out of the woodwork with their sympathy-driven holiday invites and whatnot. They're good folks, but I'm not much of a people person. However, it did create the opportunity for this titillating tale.

Cut to: An unseasonably warm weekend in early Spring. I get a call from Aunt Marlene, who asks if I'm for babysitting duty. She and her husband Bill were planning a cut/paste romantic dinner and their normal sitter couldn't make it.

Meanwhile, their eldest daughter Roxanne would be going out with friends immediately after work to celebrate early her eighteenth birthday coming tomorrow. That means their rambunctious youngest daughter Kerry would need some supervision for the evening. You've already heard enough about me to understand how I would appreciate any opportunity to get out of the house. The chump change they're offering doesn't interest me, but I accept all the same. I hop in my Ford P.O.S. and drive over to their place in record time.

Kerry's a affable kid. She's a total tomboy and more of a geek then me. I get there and we spend the majority of the night eating pizza and playing video games. I can tell she's totally sweet on me, but this story isn't about her. Which is a good thing, because she's way young for this crap and I don't want to get arrested. She could be pretty smokin' in a few years, but I digress.

The grandfather clock downstairs chimes eleven and we're already two hours past her bedtime. I've got no idea how frisky her folks are feeling tonight, so I figure we ought to pack it in before they come home and I lose my cursory twenty bucks. We have one last deathmatch for the road and I drag her reluctantly into bed. Once she's settled, I exit and close the bedroom door, on the back of which is a poster her dream boy, Gary Sinise.

Ah, blissful silence.

The only thing that keeps me from geeking out completely is a delicate constitution. I need to eat real food once in a while, so no living on instant ramen and Mountain Dew. Hours of loud techno music and rhythmic explosions give me a headache. Now that the night's fun was over (or so I thought), I set up my laptop on the dining room table and started pecking away at my latest attempt at erotic literature.

Maybe that's when I started writing this very story. Or did I just blow your mind?

I'm getting pretty into it. You know that mental place where the words flow unheeded? I was there, man. Sweaty, short of breath, pitching a tent as I write the juicy parts. Mmmmmm, juicy parts... To avoid reaching into my pants while I write, I force myself to break away and go raid Uncle Bill's liquor cabinet. Nothing takes the edge off like a whiskey on the rocks. Even as I mix, I'm thinking about the next lurid sex act.

I was so into it that I didn't hear the clicking from down the hall that meant the front door had been opened. I come back into the dining room and Roxanne is leaning over my chair, peeking at my latest masterpiece-in-progress. My sweet foxy Roxy. Oh yeah, she's the subject of this story.

I remember playing tag with a midget in a pink tutu while all the adults thanked me for keeping the young'uns occupied. Roxanne has filled out nicely since then. She's now a half-head shorter than me, which is pretty impressive considering how tall I am. Thick brown hair almost as dark as mine is matted around her neck and shoulders, greasy from working in a Friday's-like restaurant kitchen followed by a night of dancing with her girlfriends. Dark eyes glitter in the dining room's low light and her pouty lips are turned up at the corners ever so slightly, clearly amused by what I was in the middle of writing. But it's not her expression that catches my eye first.

Roxy still has a bit of baby fat, so she's got some thick curves and waistband bulges that most guys in my neighborhood would be turned off by. Me, I've never been into the skinny lolita types and I think Roxy's full figure is positively bodacious. She's still wearing the tight belly shirt uniform with a generic restaurant name glittering across her double-dees. Her arms are folded on the back of the chair, generous bust hanging over them. There's a sparkle of silver at her throat. Roxy's favorite necklace pendant--a 'male' symbol sold as a promotional item for a certain spy movie spoof--points down into her cleavage like a signpost to paradise.

The old soldier is standing at attention, saluting that sweet land of liberty.

Now I've got two problems. She hasn't yet noticed my embarrassing situation, but she is about to reach the story's climax, no pun intended. I can only prevent one from happening. Taking a chance, I trip over the power cord and pull it out. Like clockwork, my crappy old laptop crashes because I'm too cheap to buy one with a decent battery. The sting of knowing I forgot to save my work and will never be able to rewrite all that as good the second time is tempered by the look of disappointment on her face. Gretzky shoots, Jesus saves!

Roxanne looks up at me and I make a show of trying not to spill my drink. It draws her gaze away from the deep shadows my crotch is casting, or so I hope. Her smirk turns into a sneer. "What are you doing here?" she asks.

Did I forgot to mention that puberty made her kind of a bitch too?

"Sorry, ma'am. That information is on a strict need-to-know basis."

She huffs in mock exasperation and her bosom jiggles impressively. "Um, hello? It's my house."

"Not for much longer. I claim this dining room for Mother Russia!" I punctuate the statement by slamming my drink down on the table, splashing the sharp tonic across it. I resist the urge to see if it smokes on the hardwood like in those old Westerns.

"Whatever!" she replies with a convincing valley girl accent, despite the only valley of significant size within ten miles being down her shirt. Roxy brushes past me and heads for the stairs to the bedrooms. "You better clean that up."

"I only take orders from the Kremlin."

Her emphatic reply--"You are such a weirdo"--wafts down from the second story. As I wipe the table with a dish rag, I silently thank that the muse of comedy has seen fit to grant me a sense of humor when it really counts. I track the dull padding of her feet as she walks around her room, then down the hall, and into the bathroom. There is the muffled squeaking of pipes as she turns on the water and steps into the shower. I try not to think about her voluptuous body, wet and soapy...

Trying not to think about it.

After booting up my poor laptop to make sure no serious damage was incurred, I shut it down for good and pack it away. No sense testing fate.

One of the best features of Bill and Marlene's house is the living room. A plush corduroy couch runs the length of the front picture window and makes a right angle across from the entrance. Bill's big screen TV is perfect for watching sporting events, hi-def DVDs, or import Asian porno. But I'm not so stupid as to test it out for that last option. He's got satellite too, so there are several hundred channels of nothing just ripe for the surfing. By the time I hear Roxanne's footfalls crossing back to her room, I've settled on a subtitled kung fu movie on the international channel.

I'm sure it's been a busy night for Roxy and I expected our discourse to end where it did, so imagine my surprise when a round-bottomed goddess descends the stairs in her evening finery: pajama pants and a white tank top that does a marginally better job of concealing her womanly curves than the belly shirt did. Hair previously slick with sweat is now buoyant and luxurious, shining in the flicker of the television. She crosses the room towards me and nonchalantly plops into my lap. She's been doing that for years, probably because she thinks it annoys me. On the contrary, by no means is it an unpleasant position to be in, but Roxanne isn't the small girl she used to be.

My comment as to the nature of her weight comes out as a whoosh of breath. "You're getting a little big for this, don't you think?" I groan, internally begging her not to get up. Her butt may be a little on the big side, but it feels great through the thin fabric.

"Shut up," Roxy snaps, jabbing me in the ribs. But she doesn't move, except to pluck my whiskey from the coffee table. She brings the glass to her full lips and takes a sip, then makes the classic 'whiskey face'. "You drink this piss?" she asks incredulously. That doesn't stop her from taking another sip.

I risk snaking an arm around her middle. "And so do you, apparently." I snatch the glass out of her hand and drown it before I'm caught with an inebriated minor. "Whiskey is a man's drink, girly. It'll put hair on your chest."

Shock crosses Roxanne's face and she pulls open the front of her tank top. She's not wearing a bra and I swear I see a flash of nipple, but I resist the temptation and laugh at her gullibility. Roxy jabs me again and crawls away, giving me a nice view of her shapely rear. She settles into the corner of the couch and drops her bare feet in my lap.

"I've been standing all day. Give me a foot massage," she commands with the air of a princess.

Feet may not be on my personal list of fetishes, but the mood is right. Roxy crosses her ankles; while I massage her right foot, her left heel inadvertently digs into my groin. Out of the corner of my eye, I see she's pulled up her shirt and is absent-mindedly fingering the navel ring she convinced her parents to let her get for her sixteenth birthday.

Sergeant Johnson returns for a second tour of duty. "You gonna reciprocate?" I joke, wondering if she realizes how she's influencing my physiology.

Roxy snorts at me, but her eyes remain glued to the television. The Red Tiger is about to get revenge against Master Dragon Claw for his grandfather's murder. Emboldened by her lack of attention, I start to work my magic fingers.

Truth be told, I'm no great catch. I'm extraordinarily average of build, perhaps a little heavy around the middle, with a plain face. Hooking a women may be the hard part, but I can reel 'em in. Chicks dig a tortured artist. When it comes to th bedroom, most men are in it for themselves, their own personal gratification. I know what the ladies like and if they enjoy it, I do.

True to form, Roxanne begins to squirm. She twists the hem of her tank top around a finger. Stiffening nipples poke through the fabric. Her legs press together reflexively. My cousin utters a moan, then catches herself. She rolls on her side and tucks her legs up, pulling her feet from my grasp. I can almost see Roxy's face glowing red in the dark living room. It gets really quiet as the credits role.

"You have sex yet?" she asks suddenly.

I admit to being mildly offended by that particular phrasing. "You have to ask?"

"Well, I always had you pegged for the thirty-year-old virgin type," she counters, the sharpness returning to her tone.

"You wound me, dear cousin. To answer your question: Yeah, a couple times now." In the dim illumination of the television, I come to the conclusion that red hair is the only thing that could make Roxy any hotter than she already is. "What about you?"

There's no hesitance in her answer. "No. My boyfriend wants to, of course. But I don't think I want that...yet." She laughs ruefully. "Doesn't stop him from asking for blowjobs."

"Ever give it to him?"

"Only if he's gonna pay me back." Roxanne stops. It seems the similarity of our words has occurred to her as well.

"I'm always more than willing to go down," I offer by means of continuing this thread of dialogue. "Heck, sometimes that's the best part."

No response.

"Heh... Okay, this is an awkward silence." The corner of her mouth twitches, like she's trying to suppress a smile. "So, is it my turn?" I ask, kicking off my sneakers and presenting my smelly be-socked dogs to her.

Roxy laughs in spite of herself and throws a pillow at me. Tension breaking maneuver: successful. Grabbing the pillow, I pounce on her. Roxy's laughter creates ripples down her body, accentuating the fullness of her figure. Her undulations remind me of a woman in the throws of orgasm. I stop long enough to let her catch her breath, then my assault begins anew, teasing fingers searching out the most sensitive areas of her ribs and stomach. A squeal comes out of her that surely woke up the entire block.

We freeze. No sounds from outside. And more importantly, none from upstairs.

When it seems the coast in clear, Roxy makes another squeal, this time of irritation. She knees me in the gut and I collapse atop her. I can't possibly hide my erection as it now presses against her hip. Her loose bedclothes are disheveled. The weather's been so warm, I'm not wearing much either. From my vantage point with my chin nestled in her cleavage, I can look squarely into her face and see the conflict there. She's now dealing with the same clash of desire and reservation that I've felt towards her for years.

My eyes lock with hers. The next show comes on and it's a police procedural in syndication. Roxy's warm, shallow breaths have the bite of whiskey, despite how little she drank, and I know mine must be worse. The grandfather clock ticks away.

Roxanne's hands come up under my shirt, sliding across my broad back. That's all the incentive I need and I lean forward, her cute pout meeting my own lips. She may have admitted to being a virgin, but is clearly no amateur at the art of snogging. The drink we shared notwithstanding, she tastes like strawberries. Who wears lip gloss to bed? Was she hoping for the same thing I was? The possibility runs through my head and excites me all the more.

Her hands come up through the neck of my shirt and she runs her fingers through my close-cropped hair. Roxy just hit the sweet spot. You guys know what I'm talking about. Ladies, try it sometime. We like it. A lot.

I reach up under her tank top for the breasts that have been driving me crazy since they grew in like spring melons. Better than I could have imagined, the soft firmness of her flesh makes my fingers itch. They stretch, trying to encompass her voluptuous orbs entirely, which is impossible. They find her nipples and Roxy gasps against my mouth, her tongue searching for my own. She moans as I tease them, slowly circling the areolas with feather-light caresses. Roxy bites my lip in protest.

A spark of static passes between us as I manipulate the stiff nubs. Carefully stroking, pinching, twisting.

"God, I can't take it anymore!" comes her husky cry. Roxanne pushes me away and I watch as she draws her legs up to her chest and reaches for the waist of her pajamas. She yanks them down her hips and to her knees, exposing herself to me. It's dark, but I can tell she's not wearing panties either. My cousin groans as she tries to grind against the pole in my pants, but I pull back. "What are you waiting for?" she demands.

I silence her with a finger on her lips and wait for the clock. It chimes once, twice, twelve times in all. I give the confused girl my winningest smile. "Happy Birthday, Roxanne. Welcome to the age of consent."

As I lower my head, Roxy pushes against the couch and raises her hips, now almost vertical in the effort to expedite my touch. I hold her hips steady and spread the hot meat of her thighs. She shivers at the feel of my spicy breath as I examine her. My cousin's womanly mound is mostly hairless. A few spots of darkness in the gloom indicate missed patches of stubble and I see a few fresh razor nicks. She shaved tonight, for me.

Grateful, I cease the teasing and dive in, taking the mound of her pubis into my hungry mouth. I suck on her young flesh, bathing her with my tongue. Roxy responds lustily as I dip into her womanhood, deeper with each push, longer with each stroke. It may sound cliche, but she taste's like honey. Her nectar is thick and creamy, sweet with her desire and flowing freely in the need for attention.

She moans again as I replace my tongue with probing fingers. They spread her wide, unfolding her delicate flower and caressing each petal with meticulous precision. Each finger is followed by another, filling her tight, virginal cavity. My kisses and licks over her skin gather up beads of sweat and juice, tickling her, enhancing the sensations that radiate through her body.

Parting the cheeks of her ass with my thumbs reveals the tight pink knot of her anus. I press my lips against it and feel the orifice tighten, then relax. Roxy does not protest. Softly at first, then with growing insistence, I introduce this oft under-appreciated erogenous zone to the gentle ministrations of my tongue. Her fingers dig into my denim covered legs as I encourage her anus to open itself to me. As she becomes accustomed to this new intrusion, I switch tactics again. My mouth returns to servicing her nether lips while a nectar-coated finger slowly inserts itself into her ass. She clenches reflexively, then eases up enough to allow a second finger to enter. They curl around, exploring the inner folds, finding the most secret sensitive spots.

Roxanne begins to pant and I know the time is right. Curling my tongue up inside her, I lash at the hard, hidden clitoris. Her thighs clamp down on either side of my head, threatening to smother me, but I do not relent. My sweet cousin has never before had the opportunity to experience such a coordinated attack on her most pleasurable regions and is unable to resist my technique for long. Roxy's whole body goes ramrod straight as she climaxes and she bites a knuckle to keep from screaming aloud; biting so hard that I worry she may draw blood. She begins to shake as the first wave passes, then melts onto the couch, shuddering rhythmically with subsequent jolts of orgasm.

Her eyes are glazed with contentment and she says nothing. I've never struck a woman speechless before and--even knowing it's more a product of her own inexperience than my expertise--I take it as a compliment. But now that her lust is slated, I become all too aware of my own predicament. Twice now, I've ignored my own needs and my stiff manhood aches. As I lay next to my exhausted cousin and gather in my arms, I can't help but grind into her bare hip.

The girl's eyes clear and she comes to a sudden understanding. "Guess I'm being selfish," she whispers meekly.

"That's nothing new," I reply. She scowls playfully and punches me in the stomach. I make to kiss her again, but she ducks out of my embrace.

Roxy's eyes glitter up at me mischievously. "No, you were right before. It's your turn, now." Her hands slide down my chest and stomach, then over my pants, kneading the hard rod contained by denim. She slaps my hands away from helping her unbutton them. The zipper opens haltingly, fighting against the strained material. I raise my hips obligingly and she pulls down my pants and boxers together.




Babysitting Benefits



I never expected things to go this far. In fact, I never expected things to actually go anymore. My teacher's husband actually fucked me. And I let him, didn't I? Well, I'll tell you the story and let you decide for yourself.

When I first entered high school, my English teacher adored me. Not only was I a great writer, I was just a good student in general. Helpful, thoughtful, intelligent. Even after I graduated from her class, we maintained a close platonic student teacher relationship. A year after I moved on from her class, I heard that she got married, and rumor had it that her husband was gorgeous. Its not like it would be hard to believe, Mrs. Samson was an incredibly beautiful woman. Of course, I'd never seen him myself, so I had no reason to believe or really even care about the rumor. In my junior year of high school, I found out that Mrs. Samson was pregnant and that she would be due towards June. I guess her and her supposedly hot husband decided it was time for kids.

It was during the first month of my senior year in high school that Mrs. Samson approached me.

"Katherine! I'm so glad I ran into. I have a proposition for you."

"Sure, Mrs. Samson, what's up?" I asked politely.

"Well, as you know, I'm now a mother, and I was wondering if you'd be interested in babysitting. You'll be getting paid of course."

In all honesty, I didn't want to babysit during my senior year, but like I said, she always adored me and I didn't have it in me to tell her no.

"Of course! I would love to! Do you know when you want me to start?" I said, hoping that I at least sounded excited.

"Actually, why don't you come over this weekend? You can meet Jane (her daughter) and Trey (her husband) and I will go over everything with you to make sure you feel comfortable enough to be alone with her."

"Great, Mrs. Samson, I'll see you on Friday then." We both smiled at each other before going our separate ways. What the hell, she was a nice teacher, it was the least I could do for her.

Friday after school, I was parked right outside of Mrs. Samson's house. Her house was beautiful. I also heard that her husband was some really successful businessman which could explain all the extravagance.

I rang the doorbell and the whole time I was expecting Mrs. Samson, that's not what I got. A man answered the door, and my first look at him, I think my jaw literally dropped. This guy was the definition of sexy. He was about 6'1, dark brown wavy hair, incredible physique; he seemed to be in his late 30's or early 40's. Finally noticing that my mouth hanging open, I quickly closed it and tried to regain my composure. It was a bit late though, I'm pretty sure he noticed my reaction and I could've sworn that he was smirking while he looked down at me. 

"Uh, hi, um, I'm Katherine, I used to be a student of Mrs. Samson's, she wanted me to come over." Damnit, why the hell did I have to sound like a bumbling dummy?

"Nice to meet you Katherine," the man I could only assume was Trey extended his hand to shake mine, "We were expecting you. Come in and I'll get Sara (a.k.a Mrs. Samson)." I was glad that he had his back turned to me as I walked in, I was blushing furiously. 

"Katherine! I'm glad you came, this is my husband Trey, and our baby girl Jane," Mrs. Samson said when she arrived in the living room carrying her baby. 

My cheeks finally lost their redness, and I was trying hard to pay attention to what she was saying because I didn't want to screw anything up while taking care of her baby. But it was getting incredibly difficult to pay attention because I was sure Trey kept looking at me. He always stayed one step behind Mrs. Samson as we toured the house, and whenever I would turn to face Mrs. Samson, I would quickly glance at him, and he had this indecipherable look on his face. I couldn't read him. There was this weird glint in his eye too. I shuddered inside, but tried not to show it. To be honest, I was getting a bit freaked out. I mean I did think he was hot, but what the hell, I was only 18, I what the hell is wrong with this guy?

It was finally time for me to go, Mrs. Samson asked me to babysit for the first time the following weekend. I agreed and then made my way. As I shook Trey's hand at the door before I left, he placed his other hand on top of mine and said, "It was a pleasure to meet you Katherine." Maybe it was just me, but I think he held onto my hand a little longer than necessary. 

It was finally next week and I was going to be babysititng while Mrs. Samson and her husband planned to go out to wherever it is that married couples go. It was a hot day so I wore a short pleated skirt, and a white tank top that hugged me in all the right places. I have to admit, I was pretty beautiful myself. Long dark hair that fell to my back, flat stomach, firm ass, 34 C breasts, and an overall toned body from all the tennis I played. 

Once again, when I rang the doorbell, who else answers the door but Trey himself. 

"Hi Katherine, come in," he didn't say much, but as I walked in past him, I could feel his eyes following my ass. I tried to nonchalantly pull my skirt down.

Thankfully Mrs. Samson came soon. She greeted me and then quickly explained rules for Jane and where I could contact her if there were any problems. Finally they left and it was just me and Jane. 

At about ten o'clock that evening I heard them pull up in the driveway. I was sitting on the sofa reading and Jane had fallen asleep in her play pen. 

"Hi Katherine," Mrs. Samson greeted me as she walked in quietly, Trey behind her, "Thank you so much for watching over my baby, wait here while I go put Jane in bed and then I can pay you for tonight's work." 

She picked up Jane and headed up the stairs, leaving me and Trey alone in the room. Awkward much?

"So how was your night?" Trey asked me, making small talk.

"Oh, it was fine. Jane is so adorable, I had a lot of fun watching her." I said, going along with the small talk. It was better than standing there watching him look at me. 

"So do you have a boyfriend?" he then asked me.

The question caught me off guard, "Excuse me? A boyfriend? Um, no, I don't."

"I'm surprised," then there was that smirk of his again, "a girl as pretty as you probably has guys all lined up for you." As he said "pretty" his eyes traveled down my body and rested briefly at my crotch. I squirmed a little bit. 

I tried to laugh it off, "Ha, you don't have to be nice just because your wife likes me." 

His grin widened. He took a couple steps towards me until he was standing right in front of me, face looking directly into mine, "Trust me Katherine, I'm not JUST being nice." Damn his eyes were penetrating. And sexy...what the hell?! What was I thinking?!

I swallowed, and looked away. Doing this actually made him chuckle. Finally Mrs. Samson came down and he took a few steps back from me. She paid me, I thanked her, and left. I could see how Mrs. Samson could fall for him. 

It was almost a routine now, every weekend I come and babysit for Mrs. Samson and every weekend, Trey would either make insinuating comments or stare at my body when Mrs. Samson wasn't looking. Weird thing was, it seemed like he was always making sure that I knew he was looking. It was as if he wanted me to know. I tried not to pay him any attention, but whenever I got home from their house, I always found that my panties were wet. 

It was the weekend again, and Mrs. Samson asked me to babysit. When they left, I took Jane upstairs so I could read to her. I placed her in the crib and then heard the door downstairs slam. A few seconds later, Trey walked into the room.

"Is something the matter?" I asked him, trying hard not to look into his eyes for too long.

"No...nothing the matter...our neighbor just needed to speak with Sara for a minute and I told her that I wanted to kiss Jane goodbye one last time." He said all of this very calmly, looking directly at me, a smile playing on his lips. 

"Oh..." What the hell was there else to say?

"Actually Katherine..." He was walking towards me, getting closer and closer. Instinctively I took a step back, and my back hit the side of the crib. I was now sandwiched between him and the crib, "Maybe I should just kiss you?" He whispered this into my ear." I felt his tongue lick the lobe of my ear as he made soft feathery kisses down my neck, to my cheeks, nearing my lips...I couldn't move. Besides feeling shocked, I was so fucking wet! Stop! How could I be feeling like this? This was my teacher's husband! It was finally the sound of a car honking that stopped him before he could reach my lips. 

He pulled away from me, almost a sad look in his eyes, but then quickly regained his arrogant confidence. He stroked my cheek one last time, and then walked away. 

What the hell just happened to me. This was getting to far. I shouldn't have let him do that. I should've stopped him. Fuck, I'm an idiot. 

I was babysitting again. Trey and Mrs. Samson had some big date I was guessing. However, I was confident that I wasn't going to let anything happen this time. I was so set in my mind not to look at Trey whatsoever. Weird thing was, he didn't seem to pay me any attention that day. He didn't look at me when I walked in the door, and he didn't try to talk to me when we were alone. I admit, I felt a little sad and rejected. And then I just felt mad. That stupid fucker. First he flirts with me, and then he acts like I don't even exist. WELL SCREW YOU ASSHOLE. Watching him and Mrs. Samson leave the house at the same time together like this perfect couple irritated me. What the hell was wrong with me? I cant believe I was actually feeling jealous. Whatever, fuck him.

As I sat there on the sofa after I had put Jane to bed, I started to brood in my own misery. What was wrong with me? Why was I upset? Its not like he was my boyfriend. Fuck, he was my teacher's husband for crying out loud! Pull yourself together girl! After a while, I began to just let it go...I was being ridiculous.

At around 10 I heard them pull up in the driveway. I looked to the door and in swung Trey holding Mrs. Samson up by his shoulders. 

"She just had a little too much to drink," he whispered and closed the door behind him, "I'll just take her upstairs, wait here, I'll take care of your payment." 

Fuck. I was feeling a bit nervous at the thought of being alone with him with an inebriated Mrs. Samson waiting upstairs. It was okay. All I would do was take my money and then haul ass. Soon I heard him coming down stairs. He took one look at me, and smiled his wolfish smile. 

"I missed you today Katherine," he walked towards the couch. Fuck, fuck fuck. I hope he wasn't planning on sitting next to me. Damnit, yes, he was. He pecked my cheek and stroked my hair, "are you wet for me...?" he whispered into my ear before he placed his hand right in between my legs. My head was spinning. 

"Um, Mr. Samson...I should be going, its late now..." I had to stop this.

"Shh...and forget the whole Mr. Samson shit...you can call me Trey." His hand had somehow found its way under my shirt and he was kneading my breasts. Suddenly he pinched my nipple and I gasped at the suddenness. He chuckled. He began nibbling my ear and saying all these things that wouldn't let me move from where I was sitting, "I've wanted you ever since I saw you Katherine...God, you're body is so hot...your lips...your breasts...Fuck, I want you..." 

Then all of a sudden, I saw Jane sleeping in her play pen. Seeing her was a slap to my face almost, making me remember Mrs. Samson, my teacher upstairs sleeping, and that her MARRIED husband was right next to me. How could I contribute to messing up a family? I pulled away from him, "Please, Mr. Samson. I have to go. This isn't...I can't." 

Suddenly his eyes changed. They still had the same lust in them, but they just seemed...fiercer. "Katherine, I'm not sure you understand. I want you, and I'm going to have you, and trust me, you're going to like it. Stop being all high and mighty with this whole we can't bullshit. Now, why don't you get on your knees and unzip my pants." His words shocked me. I think the shock may have frozen me in place, because I wasn't moving. Eventually he grabbed me by the arm and settled me so that I was on my knees staring at the bulge in his pants. "Well, you know what to do." I don't know if it was the shock, or maybe the fear of making him angry that made me do it, but I listened to him. Slowly, shakily I undid his trousers. Out popped the largest dick I had ever seen. About 8 ½ inches in length, and perfect in width. Soon I felt a hand on the top of my head forcing me towards his cock. I hesitantly opened my mouth and began sucking the tip. He groaned, "Uh...oh yeah baby, I've been dying to have our lips wrapped around my dick." I hated to admit it, but hearing him moan was making me wet. I tried to forget about the fact that he was my teacher's husband, I pretended that it was just any other cock. Soon I began to bob my head up down his dick, sucking, slurping, going faster then slower. His words only encouraged me, "Oh yeah baby...suck that cock...fuck me with your mouth...uh..." I could tell he was about to come, so I began sucking harder, faster wanting him to cum in my mouth. "I'm gonna cum baby...keep going." All of a sudden I felt this hot surge of liquid begin to fill my mouth, and I had difficulty keeping up swallowing it all. 

Soon I felt his dick begin to soften in my mouth and I pulled my face. Reality began flooding back to me. I began to blush and I didn't know where to look. He just looked at me and smirked. He got out his check book and wrote me a check. "Here's for tonight's work. We'll see you next week." 

I took the check, stood up, grabbed my stuff and left. That stupid mother fucker. How dare he force me to suck on his dick and then act like nothing even happened. I know that the check he gave me was for babysitting Jane, but for some reason, I couldn't help but feel like a whore. 

I was mad. The entire week I couldn't help but feel so incredibly pissed towards Trey, but at the same time just the thought of him had me wet instantaneously. Fuck that bastard. I would NOT let him get to me like this. I hated feeling so frustrated. No, no more of that. When I go over this Saturday, I'll make sure not to even glance at him.

Saturday finally came and I was still mad. Mad at Trey for ignoring me, for using me, for just being him. Mrs. Samson was supposed to be going to some wedding that day, and Trey was supposed to be going to some important business meeting. The entire time I was there , I tried to forget all about Trey and concentrated on playing with Jane. When Jane fell asleep, I just went to the couch and began reading. Around 6 o'clock I heard a car pull up in the drive way. Mrs. Samson must've come home.

I heard the door open and in walked Trey. He saw me staring in shock at him and grinned. "I thought you weren't going to be home until late?" I asked him nervously.

"And miss the opportunity to be with you? I don't think so." He put down his brief case and took off his jacket. The fuck if I was going to let him come near me. I picked up my bag and began walking towards the door. 

"Well, since you're home, I guess I'll just be on my way then." I tried to push past him, but this asshole was standing between me and the door. 

"What do you think you're doing Katherine?" he asked me, bemused. 

"I'm leaving." I tried to keep my face straight. I didn't want him to see that I was scared, angry, and worst of all, aroused. 

"No, you're not." His next move caught me completely off guard. He took my bag from my shoulder, dropped it to the floor, and then shoved me so that my back was against the door. I was struggling beneath him, trying to push him off, turning my head so he couldn't kiss me. It was useless, he was so much bigger than me. He forced my face to face him with one hand so that I was looking directly into his eyes, while the other hand began exploring my body. He found my breasts and began massaging them roughly. I moaned involuntarily. "You're enjoying this aren't you? You're such a little slut...you like that I'm taking you right here and now don't you?" His hand left my breast and found its way in my pants, right on top of my pussy. He now had his hands shoved down sweats while he was kissing my neck. He roughly pulled my panties to the side and began immediately shoved a finger in my pussy. Thankfully I was wet, the suddenness would've made it painful if I wasn't. I gasped loudly into his shoulder and he began fingering me hard. His thumb found my clit and he began rubbing it in circular motions. "Is this what you want baby? You want me to finger fuck you? Make you cum? I should fuck you right now with my dick baby....do you want me to fuck you baby?" He quickened his pace and I was so close to cumming. I couldn't help myself, I let out a soft whisper, "Yes." 

"Yes what baby? What do you want?" he asked me, cooing into my ear.

"I want you to fuck me....please...make me cum." I begged weakly. And that's when he stopped. Literally. He removed his hand from my pussy and pulled away from me. I almost collapsed onto the floor. What the fuck?! I was dazed and confused as hell. He backed away from and walked over to Jane's play pen, who was still asleep. He looked down at her, and then turned back to face me. His eyes glinted. 

"Let's go." Was all he said. Of course I was confused.

"Excuse me? Go where?"

"Upstairs. Now. Go. I'll be up in a minute." I wasn't moving so he walked up to me and hovered over me, "I said, go." That was incentive enough to make me go. I went flying up the stairs. When I reached the stairs, I deliberated about whether or not I should just run back downstairs and leave before this got more out of hand than it already was. However, I wasn't given time to make that choice because he showed up soon after. 

There was a hunger in his eyes. He pulled me into the master bedroom and left the door open. Slowly he began kissing my mouth. Soft open mouthed kisses, his tongue exploring mine. This was the first time he ever really kissed. I didn't' kiss him back at first, but after a while I just complied. What was the point of fighting him off. He began to slowly undress me. I let him. He removed my shirt and then slid my sweats down. I was standing in nothing but my bra and panties. His hand found my pussy once more and he began rubbing my clit. "Ooh..." I moaned into his mouth. His other hand found my bra clasp and released my breasts. He moved his mouth from my lips to one of my nipples and sucked expertly. "Oh fuck..." he slid my panties down. He stopped what he was doing and led me to the bed. He sat me down on the bed while he began unbuckling his belt. For some reason I reached up and helped him. He smiled down at me, which made me blush.

Soon I had unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. I removed his shirt and once he too was completely naked, he leaned down to begin kissing me again. Gently he pushed my back onto the bed and the next thing I knew he was on top of. We stayed that way for a while, kissing, until I felt him line the tip of his cock in my pussy entrance. "Is this what you wanted baby?" he whispered into my ear. I moaned at the feeling of him teasing my pussy with his dick, and that was response enough for him. In one hard thrust, he had buried his entire dick in my pussy. I gasped loudly, loving the way his dick filled me. His thrusts were hard and deep. He was pumping in and out of my pussy, making me moan in complete ecstasy. We fucked like that for I don't know how long, and I felt my orgasm building. "Oh fuck...don't stop..." I begged him. That's when he began to pump in and out of my pussy like his life depended on it. "You wanna cum baby? Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock." I screamed as I came, my orgasm washing over me, wave after wave. I felt him tense up and he groaned as I felt hot cum fill my pussy. He gave a few last thrusts and then collapsed on top of me. We both lay there panting, too exhausted to move. He finally moved off of me, and moved to my side. He lad down next to me and just held me. He trailed soft kisses down my neck, telling me how beautiful I am. I just laid there and let him. 




Babysitting Benefits



I'm not exactly sure how many times Trey and I fucked that year, with and without Mrs. Samson in the house. Even when I started college and had to stop seeing him, he was always the one I thought about whenever I was with another guy. 



Babysitting Benefits



The evidence of my excitement almost slaps her in the face as it springs up. My cousin just stares at it and I begin to feel a little self-conscious. I'm a thick seven inches cut, nothing to sneeze at, but I always wondered if it looked small compared to my body size. She scrunches her nose at the musky scent, but if she's dissatisfied with the size, it doesn't show. In fact, I can tell this is her first time with a penis in person, judging by the reverential way she studies mine.

Her fingers brush it, then jerks away as if burned. "So hot," she mutters. They come up again and encircle it. Working slowly, deliberately, Roxy massages my erect organ, as if studying each swollen ridge and pulsing vein. Her breath, heavy and moist, tickles the engorged head that is inches away from the lips I've wanted around it for so long.

I reach down and run my fingers through the chocolate brown tresses that cascade around her face. My cousin looks up at me sheepishly through her bangs and after a long time, I see once again the cute little girl that liked throwing stuff at me. What boldness she showed has passed; she has no idea what to do.

Taking her cheeks into my hands, I guide her down. Her thick lips quiver anxiously as they meet the round head of my member. She starts to kiss it and her touch makes my skin burn like fire. I moan encouragingly, spurring her on to try more. Roxy consumes the red bulb and swirls her tongue around it; I have a mental flash of a girl in a pink tutu, watching me with intensely dark eyes as she sucks on a lollipop. Her lips press around me tighter and her tongue laps harder. I wince as she nibbles lightly. Inexperienced though she is, I fear I've waited too long and may lose my control early.

Mercifully, Roxanne releases me from her mouth with a wet pop. She looks up at me questioningly as she begins to lick along the underside of my shaft and I fail at holding in a chuckle. Full cheeks color at the perceived mistake, but she soldiers on, modifying her approach. Her lips wrap around the base and move upward, a wide lick narrowing with each inch until only the tip flicks across the frenulum. One hand lightly strokes my length while the other massages my balls. She continues this for a while, until I to moan in frustration. I plant my feet on either side of her and begin to thrust my hips, trying to dive back into her luscious mouth.

With my head resting back, I can't see what Roxy is doing as she withdraws from her activity. After a moment, she grips my erection firmly and engulfs the swollen head once more. But now there is a new sensation as wet fingers slip between my butt cheeks and find the manhole. Without further ado, her fingers dig into me. I'm no anal virgin either, so it's far easier and definitely welcome as the muscular ring contracts around her knuckles.

"Mmm! Kinky," I joke. Sweat runs into my eyes.

"Yoo slarmig id," my cousin mumbles, barely intelligible around the slab of meat between her lips.

Lightning shoots up my spine as Roxanne miraculously finds my prostate on the first try. Realizing her success, she prods the spongy tissue mercilessly, causing my considerable bulk to writhe in delight. Her mouth descends the shaft of my member, taking in several more inches. Fingers tightly wound about the base stroke at a feverish tempo, yanking up to meet her lips and slamming back down to my crotch. Her tongue does nothing, all her efforts concentrated on sucking like a vacuum. My cousin's technique is sloppy, but effective.

As I reach my climax, I unintentionally jerk into a sitting position. I distantly notice her muffled sound of alarm as the added weight of my chest pushes her head down, driving my member deeply into her mouth, but I'm in no state of mind to pay heed. I swear I hit her tonsils as I cum, injecting seed straight down her throat. Jizz fills her mouth and bubbles at the corner of her lips as she chokes it down.

Finally, I'm spent. Months of pent up tension evaporate as I sink into the comfy corduroy cushions. Roxy's face comes into my view, her red expression livid. Eyes burning darkly, I can tell she's preparing to ream me a new one.

Without warning, light floods the living room through the picture window. The sound of crunching gravel reveals Bill's SUV has just pulled into the driveway. Her anger forgotten, Roxanne stumbles off the couch, yanks up her pajama pants, and bolts into the kitchen. I duck low to avoid being seen and follow. I barely make it past the threshold before she jams a wad of paper towels into my groin. I cringe, but obediently dam my still-leaking manhood and stuff it away.

"Dammit, now I gotta take another shower!" she agonizes.

"Go. If they ask, I'll tell them you just got back yourself."

"It's an hour past curfew!" she shrieks. Roxy gasps and covers her mouth and her eyes go wide. Kerry still seems to be asleep and there's no indication her parents heard from outside.

"There are worse things you could get in trouble for," I remind her. She nods quickly and turns for the stairs. "Wait!" She jolts to a stop and I give her a peck on the check, then slap her ass. "Sweet dreams, cuz'."

Roxy vaults up the stairs and the voice that replies from the second floor now has the tone of a girl who got away with doing something naughty. "Good night!"

On cue, the front door opens; Bill and Marlene walk through. "So how was it?" my aunt asks.

"Uneventful," I lie, turning off the television.

Bill has stopped in the middle of taking off his jacket and he looks around, like a bear noticing a foreign scent in his den. The analogy couldn't be more appropriate. Uncle Bill is sorter than me, but twice as wide with the muscular build of a construction worker born and bred. There's no doubt in my mind that he could break me in two if he so desired. I do not want to get on his bad side.

"When did Roxy get home?" he says at last.

"Just a couple minutes ago. She's upstairs. I was getting ready to leave now that she's back."

"Tsk, that girl," he growls. "Her curfew is eleven. I'll give her a talking to in the morning."

"Cut her some slack, Boo," Marlene says, using his private nickname. "It's her birthday after all."

Bill eyes me sharply and I make a zipping motion across my mouth, indicating that his secret is safe with me. Satisfied, he relents. "Fine. But just this once. Here, kid, lemme pay you." Ham hands dig into a jacket pocket for his money clip, but I wave him off.

"No need, Roxanne already paid me." It's almost the truth. I pat him on the shoulder and give my aunt a hug. "I hope your evening was more fun than mine. G'night!"

I leave and close the door behind me. Once I'm safely on the other side, I let out an explosive sigh of relief. That was a close one, but my record of skin-of-my-teeth saves is unbroken. As I climb into the old Ford, a shout goes up from inside the house. My hands turn clammy as I realize I left the liquor cabinet open. Looks like I'll have something to explain at the next family reunion.

I glance up to the second story windows and spot Roxanne waving at me from her darkened bedroom. Something to look forward to as well, methinks. 



Babysitting Bliss



Scott had completely forgotten about an office function he was obliged to attend on Saturday night and desperately needed a babysitter for his niece & nephew that he was caring for that weekend. 

Lucky for him, I lived downstairs and my mother was always offering my services around the building as a babysitter. 

I hadn’t babysat for many people in the building, usually working for friends of my mom who lived elsewhere, but it seemed like easy work. Put the kids to bed early, watch some movies, raid a fridge... and just generally relax.

Scott was a couple of years older than me, ok… more than a couple. I was only 19 and he was 27, but it didn’t seem like much of a difference. On more than one occasion I caught him stealing a glance at me, but never once did I think things would progress as quickly as they did between us. 

Whenever he saw me in the hallways, he was always very sweet and talkative. Scott was always interested in how college was going, and had even offered to help me on a few occasions.

Anyways, back to tonight. 

My plan for a relaxing evening was cut short when I realized the kids were hell on wheels. It took all my energy to finally manage to get these kids into bed and asleep. 

When it finally happened at about 10:30pm, I was so tired, that I just didn’t think of what I was doing. Scott’s couch isn’t comfortable at all; in fact, he could really use a new one, so I crawled into his room and curled up on his bed to sleep for a bit.

I kept the door open, so that I could hear the kids if they woke up. I pulled my jeans off and threw my socks into a pile. I didn’t even think of Scott as I did this. I was wearing a long t-shirt and pulled it down over my thighs as I leaned back onto the bed, subconsciously grabbing his pillow, wrapping my arms around it and falling into a deep sleep.

When I awoke almost 2 hours later, Scott was sitting on the edge of the bed. I had no idea how long he had been watching me, but I could see that he hadn’t just sat down.

“I’m sorry to have woken you up, I just got home” he lied, as I suddenly realized that I was half-dressed and pulled his blankets close over my legs.

“Oh, no” I stammered, “I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable in your bed, Scott.” I thought about getting up out of his bed, but found myself in a very awkward situation, as I didn’t want to be half naked in front of him, but couldn’t stay in his bed.

“If your tired, feel free to stay here in my bed…” he stumbled through the sentence and I could tell he was getting nervous. “I can call your mom and say you fell asleep, and you can leave in the morning.”

It sounded like a great offer. I was already in bed, and staying the night would get rid of the awkwardness of having to get up and get dressed. I could do it in the privacy of his room in the morning before leaving. I nodded in agreement and he left the room to call my mom.

“Well, I think I woke her up, but she was fine with everything,” said Scott as he strolled back into the room and began to undress. “I hope you don’t mind if I take off my shirt and gather a few things before I head into the living room to sleep, do you Jenn?” I didn’t know what to say at first, but then he slowly revealed his tight stomach muscles and I felt a strange feeling within me. 

“No, not at all. Here would you like your pillow back?” I offered as I stretched my arm and presented it back to him.

“No thanks, I have a spare in my linen closet” he stated as he slowly undid his pants, slipping them off onto the floor to reveal his boxer shorts. “So, are you dating anyone at school?” he questioned.

I sat up straight in bed and nodded my head back and forth. He seemed surprised by my answer and his questioning started to excite me. Scott started asking questions about the guys at school and suggested that maybe they were intimidated by such a beautiful girl, which was why I hadn’t been dating. He made me blush and he knew it.He asked if I had been kissed and if I enjoyed it.

“I have been kissed a lot…” I said. “Most guys my age all want a lot more than just kissing.” I pulled his blanket closer to my body, as I noticed I was gradually getting more excited.

“And you don’t want more?” he questioned. 

“Well, I do. Just not from them. I want someone with experience.” I said. “Someone like you.”

At first I regretted what I had just said. Then I realized how much I wanted him, so my regrets just disappeared, and instead I hoped he wanted me too!

He sat on the edge of the bed, close to me and slowly leaned in. My eyes instinctively closed and I felt his warm lips press against mine. My body seemed to go limp at first as both our mouths impulsively opened to find probing tongues waiting to explore each other.

I sighed gently as I felt Scott’s hand reach around to cup my head and pull me closer to him. He leaned into me, pressing his lips against the side of my neck and taking in my scent. With each move he made, I was getting more aroused. I could easily see the excitement within his shorts and this thrilled me more. 

“I shouldn’t be doing this... we shouldn’t be doing this” he exclaimed as he leaned back. “You’re the babysitter… and I’m well… I’m a lot older than you.” He seemed nervous all of a sudden and it made me feel guilty.

“Don’t apologize,” I answered. “I want you” 

He reached around my waist and pulled me tightly to him. Scott leaned me back onto the bed and had me spread my legs apart slowly. He ran his hands lightly over my inner thighs and I felt a slight twinge in my body.

“Have you ever had sex before?” Scott asked quizzically as he continued to massage my legs tenderly. I nodded my head in disagreement as I felt his hands move higher up my inner thighs. “Would you like to?” he finished.

I was caught off guard, but the feeling within me was so overpowering that I yelped a small “yes” as he leaned forward and kissed me. His hand then cupped my covered pussy and rubbed oh so gently. I could feel his hand tugging at my panties gently as he slowly moved them to one side of my tender pussy lips. All of a sudden, I felt a finger slowly run up the inside of my lips and I gasped. 

Scott pulled me over to the edge of the bed, so that my legs were resting on his shoulder as he was on his knees on the floor. My wet hole was right in front of his face and I didn’t feel awkward any more. I felt at home with him and it excited me. His fingers began at first, slowly tracing their way around my lips, but never entering me. Then I felt the strangeness of his tongue licking my hard clit. I panted in exhilaration as he stuck his tongue into my tight, wet hole.

With every move he made, I got more excited. I had never felt the way I was feeling with Scott at that moment. He peeled my panties off my body and slipped one hand up between my tender pussy lips, rubbing gingerly, as his lips closed over my hard clit. He began sucking it hard between his lips then Scott put one finger against my slit, spreading my lips open before pushing his finger into my soaking wet entrance. My pussy grabbed his finger, taking it deeper into my tight cunt until it was buried inside me tightly, like a vacuum.

I slowly pulled my t-shirt off and pulled my bra down to reveal my overflowing breasts with hard nipples. Scott didn’t even pay attention; he was too focused at the job at hand. He proceeded to bend his finger slightly as he continued to suck on my clit. He could hear my panting and as he opened his eyes, he saw my breasts rising and falling as my anticipation grew.

He knew he was taking a chance, but he wanted to taste more of that sweet cum on his tongue; he wanted to be the one to drive me over the edge for the first time, the second time and the third time. Scott felt my pussy gripping his finger and slid it a little deeper into my tight hole. I was in heaven and I’m pretty sure he was too. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him.

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I couldn’t believe that this was happening to me. I had seen Jenn many times in the hallway in the building and often masturbated while thinking of fucking her body, but I never thought it would ever happen.

My finger was soaking wet from drilling her slit for the past few minutes. I knew she would come any moment and I wanted to make sure she came once without penetration and had her exactly where I wanted her; begging for more. She arched her back slowly and I reach my free hand under her ass and began to circle her tight puckered asshole with one finger. If I had my way, I’d be penetrating every one of her holes tonight.

Jenn moaned loudly and I whispered to her to try and contain herself. I had just remembered that the kids were still fast asleep down the hall and I wanted to keep it that way. I pulled my finger out of her tight pussy and lifted it to her lips. This would definitely quiet her, I thought, as I plunged my wet fingers into her mouth for her to suck on. She sucked feverishly as though this was her last meal and would never be satisfied again. While she sucked, I leaned my face down and proceeded to lick her gently from her tight asshole to her sopping wet pussy.

As my tongue darted in and out of her hot wet hole, I placed one of my fingers on her clit and began to rub it slowly. I could tell by her low moaning that she was going to explode soon, so I would alternate my motions by placing my fingers in her pussy and licking her clit feverishly. When I thought she couldn’t take any more, I bit down on her clit gently and plunged my finger deep inside her. Her tight pussy clamped down on my finger and she came harder than anyone else I have ever fucked.

I pushed her body onto the bed and lied down on top of her, kissing her lips gently and running my hands all over her body. My hips were equal with hers at this point, and she could feel my hard cock between her legs. I sat up on my knees and took her legs and spread them as wide as they would go, bending them at the knees, so I had a great view of her sweet, wet pussy.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her body closer to mine, making sure my cock was right in line with her open hole. My cock was extremely hard and eager for her pussy to envelope it, so I leaned forward into her and placed my head right at the entrance to her sopping wet pussy. Jenn’s mouth opened and I could tell she was about to say something, but before she knew it, I had thrust my hard cock deep inside her virgin pussy and she was yelling loudly.

At first it sounded like yells of pain, and then slowly, they became moans of sheer pleasure as I continued to ram my hard cock inside her. My hands reached up and grabbed a hold of her breasts, pinching her nipples as I kept fucking her. She was so eager to be fucked, and I was in heaven with my cock buried up to the hilt in her wet box.

Keeping her tightly around my cock, I grabbed her waist and rolled her over onto her front. At first, I pushed her chest down to the bed so her ass was high in the air, and I had a nice view of her tight asshole while I fucked her, and then slowly, I got her up onto all fours. My hands reached down under her body and pinched her nipples more, while her moans became more frequent. I was not in any hurry to make her cum again, so I pulled out of her pussy and put my finger deep inside her, getting it covered in her sweet juices.

I was tempted to lick them off, just so I could taste her sweet nectar again, but instead I pushed her chest back onto the bed, and placed my wet finger right at the entrance to her tight ass. I could tell she was hesitant at this idea, but I knew she would go along with it once she knew how fabulous it felt.

I continued to rim her ass with my wet finger, and then brought my tongue down and began licking all over, and plunging it gently into her tight ass. Jenn was doing a pretty good job of loosing up her ass, so I decided to bring her back to the brink of ecstasy before I plunged my cock into her tight ass and gave her the fucking of a lifetime.

With her face down on the bed, I stuck my hard cock back into her wet hole and finger her ass with one hand, and fingered her clit with another. She was writhing pretty fast after only a moment of pleasuring her; I pulled my hard cock out, and placed it right at the entrance of her tight ass. I could tell by the look on her face that she was worried it would hurt, but at this point I didn’t care.

As my cock began to work it’s way into her tight ass, she was reluctant and her ass tightened up. I needed her to relax so that I could fill up her tight ass, so I placed 1 finger on her hard clit and began to rub it. She relaxed very quickly at this point and slowly I was able to slide my entire cock into her tight virgin ass.

I worked my cock in and out of her ass very slowly at first, then finally picking up the pace as I realized what I was doing. I was finally realizing my fantasy, and if I had my way, she was going to turn into my personal slut. I grabbed her auburn hair and pulled her back towards me as I plunged deeper into her ass. Jenn pleaded with me to fuck her, and I wasn’t about to stop, but then I realized that I was on the verge of cumming.

I pulled out of Jenn’s ass and rolled her over onto her back. I placed my cock just above her mouth and instructed her to suck it, offering advice on how best to do this, as she was obviously inexperienced. After 2 minutes, she had my cock deep in her throat and I was moaning in pleasure, as I knew my explosion was imminent. 

I pulled my hard cock out of her mouth and stroked it once until I came all over her luscious breasts and face. I think this surprised her, but she seemed to enjoy as she began to rub all my juice into her skin. We lay down on my bed together and curled up in the blankets, our arms wrapped around one another. I knew this was not going to be our last time, but certainly was a memorable first time.