5 comments/ 123340 views/ 13 favorites The Sitters By: randy123 It started while sitting on the living room couch. Sara—our babysitter, Beth—her friend, and me. I was back from my evening out, my wife was out of town, and the kids were downstairs, sound asleep. Sara lives next door with her parents and has been a family friend and our sitter for quite a while. Being summer, she was home from college after finishing her freshman year and had invited Beth to come over to play with the kids and talk and catch up, since they go to different schools. They are both attractive girls but very different, physically. Sara is about 5'0" and petite, with a slim build. Beth is taller, a little heavier, and curvier. One reason I like these girls is, even though our ages are quite different, we can have relatively intelligent conversations about movies, music, etc. and they like to keep me up-to-date on what they're watching and listening to. We sat there talking quietly when Beth asked if a personal question was OK. Wondering what I was getting myself into, I said, "sure." "When did you lose your virginity?" she asked, blushing slightly. Without much hesitation I told her it was while I was at college. "With who?" she asked next. I told her that I was fine with this line of questioning as long as it stayed between us. To my delight, she agreed. "To the woman I eventually married," was my response, which resulted in a raised eyebrow from Beth. Now Sara piped up. "How long did you date before you did it?" "About a year, " I said. "Well, you must've fooled around doing, umm, other things before that, right?" Now, we were all blushing a little. But I didn't care as this was becoming an arousing conversation. "Well sure," I said. "We had some fun before the big night." "Did she go down on you?" asked Beth, starting to lose her inhibitions. "Yeah," I said, "but not as much as I would've liked." Sara asked, "How about her?, Did you go down on her?" "A lot. I love doing that." This made both girls squirm slightly, but for different reasons, I would find out later. "What do you like about it? pressed Beth. "You want me to be completely honest? Graphic, even?" "Umm, sure," she said, sounding like she didn't know exactly what to expect. "I love making her feel good. Making her cum." With that, both girls blushed furiously, but I continued. "It's intimate, and sexy, and I love feeling her body move under my mouth. And around my fingers." Sara's jaw was in her lap, but Beth was smiling knowingly. We were quiet for a moment, then Beth asked if I'd ever gone down on anyone else besides my wife. I replied that I hadn't and I asked, "why?" "I want you to go down on Sara," she blurted out, before Sara could stop her. "Wait. What?!?," Sara responded. "She's never had anyone eat her out before. She's afraid to." "Am not!" Sara argued. "Besides," Beth continued, "it might be fun to watch you, umm, work." I had to admit, that even though these girls were way younger than me, I was becoming incredibly turned on. I didn't know if either of them had noticed my now-hard cock straining against my jeans, although I kind of hoped they had. "Sara, how about it?" asked Beth. "C'mon, you'll love it, and no one else will have to know." Looking at me, Beth mock-pleaded, "Please do it for her. She'll never know how great it is, otherwise." I looked at Sara and said that, if she wanted me to, I would. But only if this all stayed right here, in this room and between us, since we could all get in trouble. Beth stood up and led Sara by the hand into another room. I could hear the murmurs of their conversation and wondered what, exactly, they were talking about. After a few minutes passed, they came back into the room. Sara sat down next to me, put her hand on my leg and looked into my eyes. "I want you to go down on me. Will you? Please?" "Are you sure?," I asked. She stood up and, hooking her thumbs around the waist band of her pants, pushed them and her panties down in one smooth stroke. I must've had quite the dumbfounded look on my face, as they both laughed at me. But I was staring at the most beautiful pussy I'd ever seen. Sara's pubes were neatly trimmed and sparse enough that I could see her slit through them. I looked up into her eyes and she asked me, "Do you like what you see?" "Yeah," was all I could come up with, as my mind was racing, trying to figure out this situation I'd somehow gotten myself into. Since things had progressed this far I figured that I might as well just go for it and have fun. I got up and slowly approached Sara. When I was close enough I put my hands on her hips and whispered, "close your eyes." When she did I kissed her on the the neck. Softly, gently. I slowly turned her around and sat her on the couch next to Beth. She opened her eyes and I asked her if she was sure she wanted this. She nodded and smiled. I slowly got on my knees in front of her and bent my head to kiss her left knee, then the other. I looked up for any sign of hesitation, but saw none. Sara and Beth were both silent as I slowly kissed my way up Sara's leg. As I got closer to her pussy she parted her legs a little and I could smell her excitement. When I got to her hips I avoided the promised land and instead kissed across her belly and down to the other leg. This time I gently moved her legs apart so I could kiss the inner part of her thigh. By now, Sara's knees were far enough apart that I could gently kiss her pussy, making her tremble. I looked up and her eyes were closed. I watched her face as I ran my tongue gently along her outer lips. She smiled a relaxed smile. I looked up at Beth, who was transfixed by watching me pleasure her friend. I started to slowly work my mouth and tongue all over Sara's pussy. I was also moving my hands up and down her thighs, gradually working my way up and under her shirt. I wanted this to take a while so we could both enjoy it to the fullest. My hands found her bra and I softly squeezed her small breasts. She moaned at my touch. I wanted to take off her bra but couldn't reach, so I made eye contact with Beth. She knew what I wanted and she gently pulled Sara's shirt up, leaned her forward, and unhooked her bra. I slid my hands over her bare flesh and felt her nipples become erect under my touch. I was in heaven, and I think she was, too. As I enjoyed Sara's breasts and pussy, Beth put an arm around her shoulders and whispered into her ear, "isn't it great?" Sara just smiled and nodded, never opening her eyes. Since Beth's leg was up against Sara's I occasionally rubbed it, too. One time I became more adventurous and slid my hand around to Beth's inner thigh and slid it upward, slowly. As my hand approached her zipper, Beth moved her other leg to give me complete access. Our eyes met as my hand stroked over her pussy through her shorts. She held my wrist there as I gently moved my fingers up and down over her most sensitive area. Meanwhile, Sara was getting wetter all the time, and making little whimpering noises. I could feel her getting closer but I wanted this to last just a little longer, as I had another idea I wanted to try. I took my hand away from Beth's damp crotch and found hers. I moved it slowly to Sara's stomach and rested it there. Holding on to Beth's wrist, I slowly moved her hand in ever-widening circles until it was brushing against Sara's breasts. I released Beth's hand and it stayed in place, caressing Sara's perky little tits, while I moved my hand under my chin to feel Sara's dripping pussy. I concentrated my efforts on her clit now, wanting her to cum. I slid a finger into her and felt her pussy tighten. I could feel her starting to shake so I increased my pressure on her clit and moved my finger in and out, gently. Sara's hips started to rise and I could feel her body trembling as the orgasm approached. Suddenly she spasmed and let out a soft cry as she flooded my mouth and hand with her delicious juices. I slowed my pace but kept going. Beth's hand hadn't left Sara's breasts. She was busy exploring her friend's chest while watching me induce an orgasm on Sara. I kept my mouth on her pussy, but stopped my movements. I wanted to taste her cum. It was slightly sweet, mixing with her salty juices. She opened her eyes, looked at me, then Beth, and smiled before closing them again. Beth whispered, "wasn't it great?" Without opening her eyes Sara replied, "ohhh, yeah. I've never cum that hard before." I wiped my face off on my shirt and looked at Sara. "I'm so glad you liked it," I told her. I looked at Beth. "Would you like a turn?" "Absolutely," she replied as she raised her hips to slide her shorts off. She started to get up but I told to stay where she was. I liked seeing both girls next to each other like this so I moved over in front of Beth and slid off her soaked panties, revealing a dark red bush that matched her hair perfectly. Without hesitation I dove in, parting her lips with my tongue. She was so wet, tasting a little different than Sara, but not by much. She was, however, a lot more active than Sara, moving her hips under my mouth and undoing her own bra as she looked at me with a devilish look. I took the invitation and started kneading her much larger breasts, lightly pinching the nipples and rolling them around between my fingers. She was getting close in a hurry, so I stepped up the pressure on her clit and nipples. Sara was alternating her gaze between me and Beth as I worked her towards orgasm and she ran her hand up and down Beth's arm as I continued. Suddenly, Beth grabbed my head with both hands and pushed my face into her soaking pussy. Barely able to breathe, I kept going until she came, soaking my face in the process. As with Sara, I slowed but kept my mouth where it was, savoring her juices. I sat up and looked at the girls. Sitting on the couch, looking exhausted. Beth, having recovered a little, looked at Sara, smiled that devilish smile again, and asked, "have you ever seen a guy cum before?" They then looked at me. I smiled as Beth got off the couch and pushed me back so I was laying on the floor. She got down on all fours, climbing over me, her large tits rubbing against my chest. She kissed me, tasting herself, as her hand found my cock, straining against my jeans. "One good deed deserves another, don't you think?," she asked as she looked into my eyes, that devilish grin appearing once again. I just smiled and closed my eyes as she unbuttoned my jeans. Sara came down to join us and they both pulled off my jeans and underwear. Sara gasped a little when my cock sprang into view. It's not huge, but it was hard enough that it pulsed with each heartbeat, dripping a little precum out of the tip. Beth wasted no time, stroking my cock and spreading my wetness all over the head. I was so horny I knew I wouldn't last long at the rate she was going. "I'm gonna cum soon," I alerted her. She smiled and kept stroking. "Watch this," she told Sara, who was watching, fascinated. I felt that familiar pressure behind my balls as she continued. My body tensed as my load shot out of me, landing mostly on my stomach and running down Beth's busy hand. She slowed her pace, then stopped, examining the stickiness on her fingers. She tentatively stuck out her tongue and tasted my cum. "Not too bad," she said, to no one in particular, as she grabbed my shirt and wiped my cum onto it. "You're going to need to wash this, I think," she informed me. We put on our clothes in slightly awkward silence, each mentally replaying the events of the evening. "Thanks," Beth said. "Thank you," I replied. Sara just smiled at me as they left to walk back to her house. The fact that it was a smile as devilish as Beth's gave me hope for the future. The Sitters Club Sickness. Is that what they call this? There's a thin line between a preoccupation and an obsession, between an obsession and a sickness. I think I've crossed all of the lines. I used to pray for answers, for understanding, why oh why must I be this way? I cried myself to sleep at night in the arms of my dear Mandy, God rest her soul. She tried to understand me, tried but failed. Now that she's gone, I don't have to justify my behavior to anyone. I never cried for myself, I cried for Mandy. I cried for Robbie, my son. To think that someday they might have had to explain the actions of their dear sick husband and father. It started with Paulina. She was the first. Mandy was a professor of psychology at Wellsley College, a small Christian school in the south, as well as a faculty advisor for one of the sororities, Sigma Sigma Delta. Mandy and I had both graduated from Wellsley, and she had been a Sig during her time there as a student. Even twenty years later, at age forty, she had the youthful, vibrant energy of a sorority girl. There was nothing she loved more than being a mentor and a big sister to her "girls," as she called them. They held meetings on Sunday night, gathering together in the basement of the Sig house. Of course, I never knew what went on down there, and I still don't. I once asked Mandy about it, and she answered, simply, "girl stuff." They would be there for hours at a time and, in the meantime, I would wait at home, cook dinner for Robbie, watch television, have a few beers. Guy stuff. One Sunday night after the meeting, one of the girls came home with Mandy. Paulina. She was a pretty freshman, a new pledge for the Sigs, with a deceptive air of innocence about her. I liked her as soon as I saw her. Mandy brought her into the kitchen, and Paulina took a seat at the table. She seemed a bit nervous at first, anxious about something, but I offered her some dinner, and Mandy, against what I thought was her best judgement, poured her a glass of wine. I didn't know how old the girl was, but she didn't seem old enough to be drinking. I said nothing to Mandy about it. My mediocre cooking and the wine seemed to relax Paulina a little, and while Mandy took care of some work in her study, I sat with the young lady at the kitchen table, making idle conversation. She had the kind of shy smile that was even prettier because she had a tendency to hide it. During the course of the conversation, she had taken to calling me Mister Ellison, which I told her wasn't necessary. It was more comfortable for her, I suppose, to call me "Mister" since she always called Mandy "Professor." "We all think Professor Ellison is the coolest," she told me at one point, "she's like the big sister that all the girls look up to." "Yeah, I think she's pretty cool, too," I said, eliciting a giggle from Paulina. "She's a great advisor, all the sisters seem to be willing to do anything for her. I just hope I make it into the sorority." "You will." After about half an hour, Mandy came back into the kitchen and stood behind Paulina, hands resting on her shoulders, a gesture I didn't even think twice about at the time. "I brought Paulina over because I thought it was time we got a sitter," Mandy said. "She's one of the most responsible young ladies we have. It might be a good opportunity for us to get out a little more." "A sitter?" I balked at the idea. It had never occurred to me that Robbie was old enough for a sitter, I wasn't sure I felt comfortable with the idea. Paulina seemed sweet, but responsible or not, she was still a stranger. "I think Robbie will get along fine with her," Mandy said to me in a soft, almost conspiratorial voice. Paulina looked at her with a sort of crooked half-smile, half-frown. "Robbie," the girl said. "My son," I told her, still not entirely convinced this arrangement was a good idea. "Mandy, honey, can I talk to you for a minute outside?" Mandy nodded, her hands gently patting Paulina on the shoulders. "I'm sorry, sweetheart," she told the girl, "we'll be right back, okay? Have some more wine." Mandy and I made our exit to the hallway, where I shook my head at the idea. "Honey, I just don't know if Robbie is ready for this." "Jack, is this really about Robbie, or is it about you?" "About me? What about me?" "Could it be you're just not ready to let go like this? After—how long has it been?" "It's just—a babysitter, Mandy? You want a stranger looking after our son?" "She's not a stranger," Mandy said, not able to hide the amusement in her voice, though I was not at all amused. "I told you, she's a Sig pledge, she's a sweet girl. Jack, she had a 4.0 grade point average her first semester here. You don't get grades like that acting irresponsibly." "I just don't know." She grabbed hold of my arm firmly and pulled me towards her as if I was a defiant child. "Jack," she said, her voice strong, but understanding at the same time, "I think you need this. I think you deserve this. I understand that it's been rough for you in the house all the time, while I'm in class, or with my girls. You and Robbie—maybe some time apart would be good for you. For both of you." I glanced back into the kitchen at the girl sitting at our table, drinking our wine. She had on a gray sorority sweatshirt with Greek letters—Sigma-Sigma-Delta—embroidered on the front. Her straight blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, which she flung about carelessly when she moved. She reminded me of Mandy at that age. "Jack, I just want to do what's right for you. I want you to be happy." I turned to my wife and managed a weak smile. Maybe she was right. Of course, even after sitting with Paulina for just half-an-hour, I trusted her. Maybe I was naïve. Regardless, I took my wife in my arms and kissed her lightly on the lips. I thought I detected a vague aroma of marijuana on her, though I hadn't seen her smoke in years. But her brilliant blue eyes were as clear as ever. "Honey, thank you," I said. "Maybe you're right. This could be a good thing, right?" "A very good thing, Jack, I'm glad you think so. Tomorrow night, eight o'clock is a good time for her to come, I think. Will you tell her?" "Tomorrow is Monday, honey." "I know. Tell her." The Sitters Club Mandy's eyes met mine, an unspoken command passed. I kneeled beside Paulina then crouched over her, slipped my cock into her mouth, and she, so accepting now, took it. Mandy crawled down her body, went down on her, our slave princess, and we used her as a vessel, filled her up with our lust. The Sitter's Sitter I watched as the lonely Beamer quietly rolled off to town. Damn! I had this night planned down to a T: 1. Hire Cheryl my faithful sitter for the night. 2. Go to a nice dinner. 3. Make a meal out of the apt but clueless Michael Lipton. Goddamn it I'm horny tonight. Why in the hell did he have to work this night! It's late for Christ's sake. I'm an attractive divorcee and find so little interested parties that's interested in a horny single mother no matter how attractive. Muttering to myself as I opened the front door. I aimlessly threw my keys at the candy dish / throw-all receptacle in the front hallway. That's right it misses; well that sums up tonight. I cuss at the mess as I bend over to pick up the keys. I heard a gasp from my front room. I walk around the front foyer into the front room to find two scared college girls sitting in my front room. Cheryl I am ready for but who is this with her. A short pretty coed has come to her aid for the night. Cheryl let's out her breath as she sees me enter. "Mrs. Betcher its you thank god,.... you're back already?!" "Yes hon I'm so sorry this night was cut short. I know you had a nights worth of babysitting money looking at you but he had to work," with a disgusted sigh I add, "my nights shot." I looked at her soft brown hair, parted back into a ponytail, someone knuckled down for a night of studying. I look at her and smile to her friend with her. Her friend smiled back a sexy smile under her round coed locks. I see her smiling face between her short blond little Dutch-girl hair cut her cheeks framed by the locks as they curl inwardly towards her gentle chin. "Oh sorry this is Gwen she's in my class at school. Gwen, Mrs. Betcher." The girl stood up and my she was a short one. "Carole Gwen, I don't know why Cheryl insists on being so formal. She makes me out to be so old. I'm only 27 Cheryl." She giggled back at me, "Glad to meet you Carole, I know how Cheryl is, she's always that way. I told her she'll never get any guys at school being so formal. I've got sisters your age don't worry." Her dainty hands were warm and sincere in her handshake. There was no sign of polish on her nails. "I enjoy my sisters a lot they don't treat me like I'm a kid anymore and they help me out a lot." Cheryl blushed at her and frowned, I was guessing she was registering that her night of babysitting was over, and hence her money for the night. I smiled back at her. "Don't worry Cheryl, I'm still going to pay you for the night. Its not your fault my night was cut short." Her face beamed at my proposal as I realized she needed some money for school and I wasn't one to cut her short because I got cut short. "Well shoot, Gwen let's go I guess. I don't think studying will be in the cards tonight. Too busy at home and the library's closed by now. Besides I don't want to study this dirty stuff at the library anyway." "Dirty stuff? What's dirty about college silly?" I nudged her playfully. "Oh Mrs. Bet.. I mean Carole, its biology stuff.... part of my sex ed class. We were studying abnormalities in anatomical differences. Gwen was showing me hers!?" She laughed immaturely and turned red. I confusingly looked at Gwen who was also turning a pink shade. "Go on Gwen show her... hee hee!" It was Gwen's turn to get embarrassed as she laughed back at her. "C'mon Cheryl. I tell you something in secret and you blab it out!" "Oh Gwen come on show her its not like you have to show a third boob or something! Come on, show her!" I saw Cheryl smile and laugh. "Look Carole.. Look!" I looked quickly back at Gwen who was standing there expectantly. I looked at her body... what a third nipple or something? I looked up and saw something amazing her tongue was touching the middle of her nose tip! "Hee hee isn't that funny it's huge!" bellowed Cheryl. Gwen's tongue quickly retracted as she turned even a darker shade of red. "Cheryl cut it out!" she pleaded back. "I told you my family teases me about it all the time. My sister say's I use it to clean my nose out... like I'd really dome something that gross!" Laughingly I say, "Oh my gosh Gwen will you marry me?! I wish my ex had been so gifted!" Both girls giggled at that suggestion, revealing just how much high school maturity was still engrained in them. They were giggling incessantly gathering up the notes and college textbooks they had been studying in before my arrival. "Yeah Gwen when's the big date?" Gwen got a little embarrassed at the attention; it was something she wasn't comfortable being kidded about ,but she took it in stride. She lightly punched at Cheryl as she put away her last book in her green backpack. Both were packed as I dug into my purse. I handed Cheryl the money I had allotted for her in my purse and added a little more. "Why don't you and Gwen stop off on the way home and get a nice hot pizza." She got a smile on her face and took the money. "Thank you so much Mrs... Carole. Gwen why don't you take the pizza money I'm not very hungry and I guess I should get home. I was going to get up early and go the library, why don't we meet there at ten. We can find out more abnormalities you have then." She broke out in a laugh that again made Gwen blush. Gwen handled the money in deep thought. "I can't eat a whole pizza by myself! You gotta help me some!" Having missed my dinner a feeling a night hunger pain overtake me. I suggested, "Well I'll help you Gwen you call it in and we can have it delivered. I got stiffed on dinner tonight and my appetite's intact." "Well good girls do just that and I'll make my way home." She just lived up the street and it was a safe walk home on a cool autumn night. "Besides you two have wedding plans to work on tonight." Cheryl gave a huge guffaw at her suggestion and I could see Gwen mockingly roll her eyes upward. She opened the door and smiled as she departed, "Just tell me where the honeymoon will be!" She turned to Gwen. "Ten at the library." Gwen grinned and nodded as Cheryl started out the door. As the door closed on her self imposed laughter Gwen sighed. "God I'm glad I never showed her my tongue like that when we were in high school, I never would have heard the end of it!" She sighed again, "Ok Carole what do you want on the pizza." My memory clicked as I responded, "Tell you what Gwen, I have a frozen pizza why don't we just share that and you can keep the money. Let's go to the kitchen." She stuffed the money into her shorts pocket, following me along, guess she could use the funds too. I handed her the frozen box from the freezer. "Ok here it is, tell me the instructions." She held the package studying it, "Ok, preheat to 450, put in middle rack." I turned the dial and opened my cabinet, found a cookie sheet and laid it out on the counter. "Well lets go to the living room while we are waiting for the oven to pre-heat." She followed me as we went to the front room and sat down on the couch. I laid down as she sat at the other end her wrist resting on the arm. She seemed aloof as she sat there watching me stretch out. "What happened tonight Carole? Me and Cheryl had a night planned out to get the biology studied." "Well Gwen I'm sorry I screwed up your plans and all. I had a hot plans on this date myself. I could just kill him! You're gonna catch up tomorrow at the library anyway aren't you?" "It's not just the studies Carole.... well he kind of screwed up some plans of my own Carole, to tell ya the truth." She looked around and quietly tiptoed over to my son's room peeking at him with the door slightly ajar. She tried to keep just enough light to enter the room to spy on the sleeping child. Satisfied that he was fast asleep she returned to the couch. "We really didn't have that much studying anyway. The tongue trick was a little more than just to amuse her." She looked at me seriously to see if the meaning was sinking in on me. "Cheryl....geeze she's so clueless!" I sat there kind of slow myself and then the light bulb went off. "Oh Gwen you were trying to seduce her? Are you ....?" I paused at my suggesting not wanting to cause her embarrassment. She turned a bright red. "Oh no.. no ... no.. nothing like that. I just wanted to see if this tongue was indeed all it's cracked up to be. Maybe it was a good thing you did come home. I might have caused something bad had I tried anything else. Maybe her ignorance was a good thing. I mean I'm not a lesbo or anything, I just wanted to experiment. You know, what does it feel like, taste like, I don't know I guess..." "Gwen you don't have to explain, I was curious myself once at your age. I know just what you mean." "You mean you had with girlfriends?" "No .. no... never happened but I did think about it. Never had the nerve I guess. Got married right out of high school, had little Ed in there and the rest is history. I've tasted myself on occasion since then so some of that mystery has gone." Here I was telling my most private moments to a girl I just met and found myself blushing. She leaned back in her chair and noticed her yellow top for the first time. On the front was a winking eye telling everyone to 'have a nice day'. I just started to laugh out loud. She looked at me puzzled. "What... are you laughing ..." "Oh your shirt it caught my eye." She looked at it puzzled. "I should explain, no wait let me show you." I pulled down my white dress and showed her my bra. It matched with a little array of smiley faces all over it. Her eyes registered surprise, from me dropping my top or the serendipitous occurrence of our themed apparel I'm not sure. "Wow.." she gulped, "we match up. You wanted to have a nice night too." She giggled at herself. "Wait..." I pulled off my dress, "the thong matches." I laid back down on the couch looking at her. Cheryl may have not taken a hint but I sure wasn't one to. Like I said damn it I was horny and it looked like maybe opportunity was knocking. I was going to have to take a little lead though. I spread out suggestively on the couch rubbing myself through the fabric. I could see her eyes bulge and a little look of doubt cross her face. She wasn't quite sure what to do. Well I decided to press on, I pulled the fabric of my thong aside and rubbed my drenched lips. I could feel my shameless exhibition to the young girl presenting its result, I was drenched. Michael had no idea what he was missing out on tonight and I was going to make sure I didn't miss. What a slut I was making of myself to this young ingénue. I decided to close my eyes as I continued playing with myself. Three fingers plunged easily within me as I was very well lubricated. The soft squish of my fingers gently filled the air between us. A soft breeze of warm moist breath caught my attention as it brushed my right ankle, my eyes opened. She was going to kiss me! I held my breath and felt her soft lips gently kiss my calves. Softly holding my calve she looked at me keeping her eyes in contact with mine. I bit my lower lip not wanting to break the spell being woven between us. I looked at her lustfully wanting that first kiss. It was soft and gentle on my lower leg so tentative and sweet. I said nothing but she could tell that I was in her spell! We were going to learn what a little girl can do for another an unspoken fantasy so sublimely rooted in both of our psyches. I bit my knuckles in anticipation as she trailed her soft kisses upward fairly quickly. Afraid maybe I would come to my senses and make her stop? Not on your life missy I was loving this. My pulse quickened as she came up an put her hands on my thighs lifting my lower body off of the couch. Lets just see how far this young lady plans on going with this horny fairly new acquaintance. Quite a bit more as she kissed my thighs still looking lustfully at me. I keep my eyes glued to her as my top comes undone as I unconsciously release my bra. She doesn't seem to notice the missing top as she comes higher and grabs the side of my thong revealing my trimmed reddish haired bush. I hold my breath, she is going on! One last quick breath and kiss on my thigh and she is between my legs. Her hands cradle my slight ass a s she kisses my sweltering quim. Lord almighty she's going to do it, her soft mouth kisses my pink lips! There's no turning back now she's loving me a woman she just met tonight! My message is clear to her as I push myself to her. Her lips and mine mesh as we meet in lustful purpose. I feel her tongue touching my lips slippery and pink as she swipes it up and down. Lust fills up both or our senses even more as I feel her licking up all of my juices. God I must be a mess down there as all of my senses are reeling from the assault. God all I need now is... " Fuck!" I hiss quietly as she reads my mind. That tongue, fuck it feels good. She has it deep inside me now. Holy fuck it might not be as long as some dicks but god its twice as good! She's tongue fucking me but good! I can't help but respond. She seems to be a natural at it, hitting spots I never imagined. I'm hitting heights I never knew were there. I watch as she starts to assault me deep. I can see her tongue going back and forth across her dainty mouth as she retracts and then quickly returns with a steely stab. I can feel the thin buds as they brush against my pink moist walls. The tongue feels so soft but also stiff as it continues to assault me pushing with resolve so deep inside me. That resolve is met as I see wet juices coating the thin jaw of my aggressor. She seems satisfied as my lustful sources pour out of me. I can't speak as she continues her aggression. Soulfully her actions become quicker as she gets even more into her act. I can't help but respond as I feel her loving mouth shake and quiver on my exposed mound. The orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks no buildup just a quick explosion of nerves across the whole of my body. My mind is a blank as the feeling of explosion races all throughout my body. I lose myself in the moment of release my breathing in suspension. My next visual is of my stiff nipples as a soft "Shit!" breaks the air. I realize that it's my voice responding to the overwhelming overload of my senses. My heart races as the feeling of overpowering rush settles down inside of me. I can' speak as my blood pressure must be at a boiling point. I watch her as she comes down on my attack, she is letting me savor my moment of rapture. She doesn't need biology lessons she seems to know what to do very well I think to myself as my senses return. She could teach some lessons to young Cheryl, it's a good thing for me that she didn't respond to her advances. I have this lovely talented lass all to myself! She looks me in the eye and advances upward. I shudder in submission as she comes up and smiles at me. She gently runs her tongue over my left nipple and smiles at me. She has made me her slave and I shudder at her approach. She might just make me forget men forever and I shudder at the expectation of what she will do next. Her face gets close to me and I raise my chin up expecting a kiss, she fools me and goes down to kiss and lick my right breast letting me feel the heat and sample the aura of my lustful release. I watch in repose as she comes back up to my upturned face. She comes up and gets close to my face extending that tongue. Oh that tongue, that pink extension of her lust! I tremble with my response. I close my lips across the very tip of it. The flavor of my essence flows across her very taste buds as my mouth feels it being pushed into my loving mouth. My aroma reels my senses as I kiss her lovely mouth , sucking on that lovely invader. I hope my breath is still going as my moment with her is at hand. I feel those taste buds across my lips just as I did just a few blissful moments ago deeply past my swollen labia. This is one talented young lady I wonder if she is has been fooling me about her past experience with another woman. She swabs the tongue several times inside my mouth as I close my lips around the 'abnormality' as Cheryl teased her about. She knows she has me as I taste my abundant juices just coating her lovely appendage. She stops the gentle kiss and looks me lustfully in the eye. Wordlessly she goes back downward. Gwen my angel of lust is not done with me yet. Can she top herself? What a reversal now as I'm silently thanking the way the night has turned itself around. Michael can keep his work, Gwen is making her work me tonight! I watch as she silently watches me back. Her hand reaches under my ass as she pulls off my bottom. Goodbye little smiley faces as I am having the best day of my life, my how fortune does change. Her brown eyes burn into mine as she tucks her legs underneath her. This raises my pussy up higher for easier access and allows me to watch as well as feel every moment. I feel her mouth kissing my open lips with abandonment. I can see the petals of my lips being invaded and squished upon her loving lips and cheeks. Her nose rubs against my rigid clit stiffly pushing the tip back and forth with each quick movement of her loving mouth. But oh that tongue! She lets it out relentlessly past my slippery lips. I watch as she pushes it back and forth deeper and deeper it seems. I know it has its limitations but it seems to touch my inner most depths with vigor. I can't help myself now as I feel my lust start to respond ever again. She pushes upward with her tongue trying to massage my special spot. Her tongue gets deeper and deeper it seems she just might make me cum all over that pink hot soft muscle. Where does it all go when she pulls it back in her mouth. She is without doubt a marvel. I look back at the brown eyes looking me deep inside of me. I remain silent hoping she can understand my state of mind as I ride the roller coaster of her lust. The car of the ride is on the rise tripping along each section of rail raising the expectation of how the ride will take me. Push the tongue goes deep quicker and quicker. I feel the sense of anticipation and also dread of how I will react when the rising car will fall off the track and ride its merry way, flying with its release. Since she no longer is cradling my ass her hands are now free. Her tongue pulls out and she smiles up at me as her hand starts to play with my engorged pink pussy lips. Her fingers enter me as I respond to the double assault. "Yes ..my clit!" Her tongue has become a slippery eel so different but sexy as it changes itself. I realize now how adaptable a nice tongue is. It races across my clit as the fingers return to the deep end her tongue held. Unbelievable they can't even get as deep as the remarkable tongue but they can find my swollen spot deep inside of me. She massaged it mercilessly as this orgasm was making a pronounced arrival. I feel my breath getting ragged as she makes me feel the quake of the impending orgasm. I can no longer look her in the eye as I close them feeling the ultimate release of another explosion. The fingers that tongue together oh my I cannot concentrate on anything but. Damn this is strong not quick and over with but something long and drawn out. I'm a quivering mess of nerves as I reach a peak and several low peaks none ever quite letting me recover. Strong orgasmic shocks. Her tongue and fingers squeezing my hood trapping that stiff clitoris between them the others massaging deep inside me pushing on the other side. Whatever its got me trapped on that other side a valley of sensation overload. Beautiful sensations. It seems like an eternity as my body shook and twitched feeling a stratosphere no drug can replicate. This is a drug I could easily become hooked on. But there is too much I had to return to reality and catch my breath! I regretted my return but it had to be. "Oh fuck ... that's enough!" I pleaded breathlessly. The Sitter's Sitter Seeing my plight she knew to let me return. She looked into my eyes and gently kissed my wet mound. She gently stuck her tongue inside one last time and gently sucked it as it came out. "Oh your cum tastes so good!" I smiled back at her a loved woman. The pizza, oh the pizza. I think it can be forgotten about now we found something more tasty to share. I guess I'm the one that got 'pre-heated'. I look at the pretty Gwen and realize I've been a hog. She still has all her clothes on. Well I will take care of that. I plan on sending her to my room. She just might not make the library tomorrow. I would definitely marry her Cheryl you never know.