1 comments/ 135813 views/ 9 favorites The Baby Sitter By: mischif2 It was very late when they finally reached the front door. They had wined and dined and whiled the night away… almost forgetting they had promised to be home around midnight. It was now closer to two. They both entered the house softly, not wanting to disturb the babysitter. They were glad she had asked to stay over that night to make it easier for them. They had both laughed over their meal at having to give her a good tip for her generosity. Tanya had teased him saying she knew the sort of tip he’d like to give her. The babysitter was about eighteen, she was a tall blonde who’d looked after their kids a few times before. Tanya thought she was too thin, but then again, she’d been that size at that age too. Joe had often found himself staring at her and wondering what it would be like with an eighteen year old again. They both stopped when they heard the noise in the lounge. They moved forward unsure what they would find. They both stood in amazement as they viewed the scene before them. The baby sitter was lying on the couch. She was naked, her eyes closed, her hand wrapped around one of the larger cucumbers from their fridge. She was riding it with a passion, her breasts pert and nipples hard, her blonde bush swallowing the green length. She was moaning, obviously about to cum. Tanya found herself entranced. She felt a warm shiver run down her. She looked to Joe, knowing what his response would be. He glanced sideways briefly before tearing his eyes back. She was cumming now, writhing and moaning. Joe was hard. He watched her as the pace slowed, felt his cock rising and wanting. He glanced at Tanya, knew she was excited. She had begun to caress herself. She was running her hands around her breasts, caressing her nipples. He looked back to the baby-sitter who still was fucking herself on his lounge. He closed his eyes for a moment…. When he opened them Tanya was slowly sliding off her dress. She wore nothing beneath and he remembered he had promised her something special tonight. Her hand was running between her legs and he knew she’d be hot. “Join her…..” he suggested. She looked at him. Her green eyes locked with his for a second. She smiled tentatively then grinned as she reached over and felt him. “You’d like to see that, Joe?” she whispered to him. He nodded silently. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her mouth was fiery beneath his, her tongue long and searching. “For you.” She stated softly. She broke off her kiss and moved over to the lounge. The baby sitter looked up at the noise. She looked surprised and sheepish at first, but then seemed to quickly take in the situation. A smile crossed her face and she beckoned Tanya towards her. Tanya sat beside her, a bit hesitantly. The baby sitter reached out her hand, took Tanya’s in hers and directed it to her breast. She leaned forward to kiss Tanya, bringing her mouth upon hers. Joe watched in fascination knowing it was the first time Tanya had ever kissed another woman. He saw her hesitancy, and then saw her begin to respond. Tanya’s hand was playing with the baby sitter’s breasts, their tongue sliding in and out together in a sensual swordplay he found so erotic. He found himself stroking, watching his wife and the baby sitter as they kissed on the lounge. His wife stroked the baby sitter’s body running her hand down until she felt the large toy the sitter still used. Tanya looked down watching in fascination as she felt the sitter’s other hand clasp hers. Felt her hand being wrapped around the cool length. Felt the rhythm as the sitter helped her push it in and out of her blonde pussy. She saw the breasts, nipples hard and lowered her mouth, feeling the fleshy softness around the nipple, feeling the different texture of the nipple compared to his. She suckled and licked the sitter’s breasts as her hand continued to push the dildo in and out of her pussy. She felt her shivering beneath her, feeling herself starting to cum at the thought of what she was doing. Tanya looked down again and knew she couldn’t resist. She turned herself around, bringing her mouth down towards the blonde pussy. Her mouth found the hard nodule of the sitter’s clit running it under her tongue and nibbling at it, as she’d remembered her lover had always done to her. She heard the moans and lost herself, she felt the sitter orgasm again and again as she licked her clit and fucked her. She wanted to taste her. Wanted to know what another woman’s cum tasted like. She withdrew the toy and bent her mouth to sup. The silky smoothness of the flesh met her tongue, the taste a wet sweetness that was hard to describe, but she found herself pushing her tongue further and further into her pussy, trying to taste more. Joe watched in wrapt ecstasy unable to tear his eyes from them. The sitter had now lowered her mouth to Tanya, and they were licking and fingering each other quite contentedly. He stroked himself watching the two of them pleasuring each other. He saw them both begin to quiver amazed at the writhing flesh before him, his Tanya’s voluptuous responses coupled with the moans of the sitter. He saw the sitter’s hand reach out, saw her as she found the toy she’s been pleasuring herself with. She put it to Tanya, slowly sliding it into her hot red pussy. Tanya came feeling the cool length fill her she fell to fucking the sitter with her fingers, putting more and more into her blonde pussy. Her fingers were disappearing into the warm embrace of the sitter’s pussy. She delved her hand in, pushing hard and feeling the blonde arching herself, pushing down on her hand. Joe watched the two of them, his wife pushing her hand in and out of the blonde woman, whilst she herself was fucked by their large toy. They came again and again, slowing and speeding up as they rode the other. Joe’s stroking slowed, he could feel his own response, he wanted his own release, but not sure which he wanted the most. He wanted Tanya, but the blonde pussy was so young, so tempting…. As if knowing his need Tanya looked towards him, smiled and beckoned to him. He joined them. He sat between them on the lounge. Tanya kissed him in welcome, knowing he would taste the sitter on her. He felt the two women surround him. He closed his eyes. He felt kisses anoint his body, felt wet mouths caress his skin, unsure who it was, but knowing he liked the feeling. He felt his nipples being sucked, his cock being caressed and a tongue slowly circling around his head. He recognised the touch, the feel, felt Tanya’s mouth enclose him and ride his cock with her mouth, he tried to resist, wanted to keep himself, but found himself ready to burst, felt his cum rising and wanting release. Tanya stopped her onslaught kissing him softly rolling him towards the sitter. He found himself between her legs his cock straining as it rammed itself into her blonde pussy. He bore himself down, clutching at her pert breasts as he plunged his cock into her. He felt a warm wetness enclose his balls, felt Tanya’s mouth as she sucked on him. Her tongue ran down further behind his balls onto the sensitive skin before it found his ass. He felt the tongue slowly ring his ass, felt his cock being wrapped in the sitter’s tight pussy. He felt Tanya’s mouth return to his balls, felt her hands caress his buttocks. He felt his cum laden balls being sucked, his ass being played with, his cock plunging into a warm pussy as he was fucked by his wife and the sitter. Joe could hold back no more. He heard Tanya’s moans, heard the sitter, he joined his own to theirs. He pumped his cock into her faster and faster. He felt Tanya’s hands on his ass pushing him into her. She was increasing the tempo. The rhythm was building and building, faster and faster, harder and harder until he was shooting his load into the blonde sitter’s pussy. They all seemed to heave in a shivering pile. All wrapped in their own orgasmic world of lust. They were quiet for a long time afterwards. “So when do you want me next to look after the kids?” the sitter finally broken the silence. Joe and Tanya looked at each other, a gleam in their eyes. “Soon.” They replied together. “Very soon.” The Baby-Sitter The fridge is full so help your self were the last words she spoke as she left the house, I was here to baby-sit her two sons aged two and four, they were both fast asleep and her hubby was having a shower before he too was off out for the night, I turned the television on and sat myself down on the settee ready for the night ahead. The door opened and in walked the older of the two children rubbing his eyes, and here we go I thought to myself as I went over to him to comfort him, "What's the matter sweetie", I asked, "Where's mommy", he replied, I explained to him that she had gone out as i walked him back up stairs to his bedroom and put him back into to bed, I sat there a while stroking his head till he dropped back off to sleep, I then tucked him in and closed the door behind me, I then check on the younger of the two boys, he was a sweet child big blue eyes and blond hair so angelic, I tucked him in, smiled and left closing the door behind me. Out in the hallway I could hear the hubby in his room singing to himself, as I walked towards the stairs I took a glance into the room, I could see him standing there with nothing on his body, all tanned and muscular, wow and what a body it was. He turn round and looked straight at me, I quickly looked away and ran down the stairs, hoping he had not realised I had been watching him.... Back down stairs I turned the television off and turned on the music, hmmm a nice soft atmosphere the lights were down low and I plonked myself down on the settee once again, closed my eyes and allowed the music the over take my mind, I was at peace. The ringing of the phone awoke me from the tranquility of the moment, I jumped up and answered it, I stood with the phone to my ear listening to what I was being told and when finished I said my goodbyes and placed the receiver back down, I bet I wont be needed now I thought to myself as I walked to the bottom of the stairs, once there at the foot of them I shouted up, "That was your mate, he cannot make it tonight, do you want me to go or what?" He appeared at the top of the stairs and looked down at me, he was just wearing a pair of boxers and his hair was still wet and one hell of a mess, "Hmmm no if you don't mine, I would not mind finishing off some work in the study, if that is all right with you?" "It does not bother me either way, as long as I get paid I am happy," And on that note I went back to the warmth and comfort of the lounge and that really comfy settee. I plonked myself down once again just as the door opened, I looked up as he walked into the room, "I cannot be bothered to work tonight, do you mind if I listen to the music with you?" My reply was no I don't mind and with that he sat himself down next to me, his semi naked body was so hot to the touch I could feel it on my arm, his hair had been combed but it was still wet, he commented on how hot the evening was and he was right I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter only it was not the weather! He lifted his arm and placed it round the back of the settee and down onto my shoulder, I sat there frozen to the spot, Wow his touch was electric and turning me on so much, was this right? or not? I thought to myself. No, it was not right but hey it felt bloody good, hell who am I to complain, its his marriage not mine I am only the baby-sitter after all, to naive to know any better hehehe. I slid my hand onto his body it felt so hot and firm, all muscular and oh so bloody gorgeous, I could feel myself getting hotter and hotter, he stood up and took me by my hand pulling me to my feet, next he lifted my arms up and slid off my top, his hands running up my arms as he did then he took off my bra, lowered and stepped out of his shorts, he then slowly lowered his hands and unzipped my jeans. I could not believe it, my arms still in the air as if frozen there I was totally under his spell and I loved it, my jeans came right off, I fell back onto the settee as he pulled them off my legs, I was totally naked as was he, his cock so big and hard moving around as he pulled my jeans right off, I could hardly keep my eyes off it, he then took my hand and led me towards the kitchen. Once in the kitchen he cleared the table with one movement of the arm, everything landing on the floor with a crash he then lifted me up onto the table. I could see him moving around the kitchen as I lay down onto the table, feeling so horny wanting him to come back and have is way with me, but instead he was looking in the fridge? next thing I know he is there again next to me with a tray of ice, he banged the tray on to the edge of the table to loosen the ice and then took a cube out, he placed it into his mouth and smiled at me, he sucked on the ice and then crunched it all away, next he took another cube out of the tray and placed the tray down. Placing the cube onto the tiny groove in my throat he slowly slid it down my body running it up and over my breasts, circling my nipples making them oh so hard, then down towards my navel were it melted, taking another cube he then proceeded to trail it down over my hot body, it melting as he slid it down to my mound. His hands were so cold from the ice as he placed his fingers onto my clit; it was a wonderful sensation as his fingers slid down into me with the ice still there now melting within me. He removed his hands from my body and walked around the table till he was at the bottom looking up towards me, he took my legs and with one quick yank pulled me close him, my legs spreading around his waist and his cock probing at me, he lowered his head and placed kisses my tummy and I in return sat up and ran my fingers through his hair, his tongue ran up my body and towards my neck, our mouths meeting and kissing with such passion, his cock still probing at me, trying so desperately to get into the warmth of my wet pussy. I lower my hands and take hold of him so hard and firm and guided him in, the tip tormented me as I tried to guide it in blind, then all of a sudden it found its way and it slid in deep and deeper still, his arms around my waist gripping the back of my butt, pulling me nearer and nearer is balls slamming into me and he pounded away, my head thrown back and his kisses on my neck running down towards my breasts, taking my nipple into his mouth, my hands on his back, my nails digging in and scratching hard, making him groan with pleasure, I could feel is hard throbbing cock so deep inside me, pushing deeper and deeper. My body started to shake as he cum, his whole body stiffening and jerking and with every final thrust my body shook and I screamed out in pleasure, when all shaking and jerking slowed down I lay back onto the table as his tongue run down my body towards my hot, steamy, swollen and now so sticky pussy, licking at my clit and sucking on my inflamed lips. His tongue probed at me licking up the juices, his and mine combined and then moving is dripping tongue up towards my mouth for me to suck on it tasting the honey of love making, the taste was divine as I sucked on his tongue, then he repeated it again and again sending me into a frenzy of excitement as I cum once again. My legs perched up on the table and his head, down there in between them sucking and licking away, I looked up at the ceiling, then I heard it, the knock at the door. He jumped up and I rolled off the table, "Stay there!" was his words and I froze to the spot, He went to the door and opened it slightly, then opened it right up and in walked his friend, he had decided to go out after all, he smiled and walked over towards the settee, I was stood in the kitchen doorway peering out, my clothes on the lounge floor, hell what a position to be in I thought to my self, "Its okay sweetie," he shouted, "Come on in he wont bite, well not unless you want him too," The tone in his voice was different and I knew exactly what it meant, I walked out the kitchen into the lounge, once in the lounge I could see his friend starting to remove his top, smiling at me as he did so, I smiled back and walked over to him and assisted in his undressing while the hubby stood behind me and started to kiss my back, running his hands over and around my torso till they met in the middle and he hugged me tight, his friend then kissed me, and my hands run up and over his chest, the feeling was amazing three naked bodies pressed up against each other it was truly a wonderful experience. I pushed his friend down onto the settee and went down onto my knees, running my hands over his thighs to his hips as he slowly opened his legs allowing me to get closer, the hubby knelt down behind me and started once again to kiss my back, my tongue then followed the path my hands took, I could taste the salt from his body as my tongue run down the inside of his thighs till it reached his balls, I opened my mouth and started to such at them I could feel his legs tense up as I did and as my hands took grip of is cock I slowly started to rub it up and down. Whilst all this was happening the hubby was positioning him self ready to enter me again, I could feel is fingers fumbling around trying to find the wet damp opening, I opened my legs a little allowing him to find the spot and as he did I took his friends cock and slid it deep into my mouth, ohh the feeling was so erotic being taken from behind while sucking hard on another cock their hands all over my body, my body being pumped from both ends, I could feel the excitement rising in my body and I started to shake, as I did I could feel my juices running down my leg as he continued to pump me faster and harder, the taste of the pre cum in my mouth made me just so fucking horny I wanted to scream, but instead I just let out a muffled groan as I continued to suck on the ever growing cock. His friend started to shake and his fingers gripped tightly onto my shoulders as he threw his head back and cum, I could feel it spurting deep inside my mouth and running freely down my throat, just as this happened the hubby started pushing deeper as his hands griped firmly onto my hips, he too cum, spurting deep within me ohh the heat of it, and with every spurt my body jolted which in turn made his friend cum that little bit more which in turn made me cum and together the three of us moaned out in pure pleasure and we came and touched and kissed and HELLLLLLLL I love baby sitting. The Baby-Sitter Diaries I started having a fetish for the baby-sitter when she was young, much younger than her current age of twenty-three years. She has been the only baby-sitter of my three boys for the last eight years. Her mother is a colleague and her father is my best friend. She currently attends the college where I have taught for the last twenty two years, and I have literally known her her entire life. I watched her grow from infant to toddler to child to girl to young woman to mature young lady. Her name is Rebecca. When I first moved to this small west coast community, my wife and I were newly married and had just begun thinking about starting our own family. I began to play golf as an activity to replace the football I played in college and was truly a novice. Though I was big and strong and could hit the ball a long way, I was never quite sure where it was headed. I met Rebecca's father on the first tee one afternoon, and he could sense my newness to the game. Within a few minutes he was giving me helpful hints and we became fast friends. Even though he was a decade older than me, we hit it off pretty well. We shared a mutual interest in fine cigars, fine single malt scotch, and fine women. I found out quickly that his wife was an associate professor in my own department at the small university in town. She was quite a looker, even though she had two small children. Her hair was long and brown, straight and fine. She had magnificent carriage, erect and proper, which caused her smallish breasts to jut enticingly. She was quick to smile and after just half of a glass of wine, she would reveal her bawdy sense of humor. She and my own wife, who could have been her sister in looks and temperament, became fast friends and fellow shopaholics. We were the first baby-sitters for their two small kids. We would even take Justin and Rebecca home with us for the weekend, just to give our friends a reprieve and allow us to practice parenting. We became almost like family, brother and sister to Tom and Janet, aunt and uncle to Justin and Rebecca. When our own boys started to arrive, half a decade later, Rebecca was six years old. By the time she was old enough to baby-sit, there were three boys, ages nine, seven and two. It was understood that Rebecca would baby-sit, it was as natural as rainwater. The very first time Rebecca baby-sat, it was up to me to take her home. My wife and I had driven into the next town for dinner and a movie. The red wine in combination with the flickering screen had given her a headache, spoiling my amorous plans for the evening. I waited in the driveway for Rebecca to come out of our house for the ride home. I was shocked when I saw her silhouette in the headlights. She had blossomed. We rode to her house in silence, though I did notice that she kept her hands on her thighs, fingers pointed inward, thumbs bent backward, somewhat awkwardly. I didn't have a lustful thought about her, just a wistful thought about how young and beautiful she was becoming. Wondering and jealous, knowing that her next five or so years would be filled with discovery, joy, heartbreak, and if she was lucky, love and passion. From that night on, Rebecca was our regular baby-sitter. The routine seldom varied, unless for some reason I needed to stay in and my wife taxied her home. Any knowledge of Rebecca's budding romantic life came to us through her parents. We found out about her boyfriends through them. We found out when they became ex-boyfriends too. We still did a great many things together as an extended family. Rebecca was an avid golfer, much like her father. She even played in a few club tournaments with me when her father was unavailable. We spent a great deal of time in the same cart together. As many of her generation does, she wears clothing that mimics the pop stars attire. She can be athletic and sexy at the same time. Even in golf shorts and polo shirt, it's hard not to notice her long, tan, athletic legs and her small yet well shaped breasts. She has her mother's long hair and regal bearing. It was on the golf course, when Rebecca was eighteen that I first caught a glimpse of something I look back and realize changed the course of our relationship forever. She was squatting down, trying to read a putt, her concentration was on the line it would take and I was standing behind her. "I think it's going to break a cup to the left," she stated. I disagreed. "It's either dead on or half a cup to the right. This green runs that way." I pointed down to the water on the right side of the green. To double check my read of the green, I walked around the cup to look at her putt from the other side. My eyes traveled from the cup to her ball and I noticed, for the first time, that Rebecca wasn't wearing shorts that day. Instead she was wearing an athletic skirt. As she squatted down to read her putt, she was revealing to all that she was wearing purple panties too. Not only that, she was demonstrating that she had not yet learned about the wonders of tending the garden that grew between her legs or the miracle of the bikini wax. At that moment, I was smitten with lust. Smitten my ass, I wanted to fuck her brains out. She was my best friends daughter, a girl I knew all her life, and I was looking at her like a hungry man looks at a well cooked steak. She looked so tender, so juicy, so damned edible, I was losing concentration. My cock stirred in my own shorts and I realized that I was beginning to stare. So did Rebecca. She just smiled and stood up slowly. "I think your are right, David. It does break to the right." She lined up her putt and stroked it smoothly to the back of the hole. When she bent down to pick it up out of the cup, I stood up quickly and adjusted my hard on so that it would lay to one side. I tried to keep my back to her until I could be sure it was waning. And I thought I had gotten away with it. For the rest of the day, the routine was the same. First I would look over her shoulder to read the putt, then I would hurry around to the other side of the hole and get a good eyeful over her purple covered snatch and watch her make putt after putt. My own game suffered, I shot eight over my handicap. Rebecca shot six under hers and as a team that was good enough for first place in our flight. We won over thirty-three hundred dollars and as was customary, we bought the drinks at the 19th Hole. Rebecca was too young to drink, but that didn't stop her. I realized quickly that she was like a lot of her peers, used to drinking beer. We sat in the golf cart, under the shade tree, accepting congratulations from the other golfers and the ribbing I deserved for letting a high school senior GIRL carry me to a victory during the day. At some point during the partying, Rebecca decided that it would be appropriate of her to sit across the front of my golf cart. She placed a couple towels on the bar frame and sat there, legs together straight across the dashboard of the cart. Once, reaching for her beer from the cup holder, her left knee flexed upward and when she regained her balance, she kept it there. That sweet, tender, purple covered pussy was now only a few feet from my face and in perfect view. She put her legs together whenever someone walked around the cart on the driver's side, but she kept her knee up when only I could see what she was doing. "Save my seat," she commanded. "I have to go to the bathroom." She hopped off of her perch and disappeared into the clubhouse. The passenger seat was taken by her father, who had just arrived. "I see you two did well," he said proudly, examining the scoreboards on the side of the outdoor patio behind the course's club house. "Yes, YOUR DAUGHTER did play well. I wasn't much help." I reached into my pocket and pulled out sixteen one hundred dollar bills. "This is her half of the prize money." We both knew that if Rebecca accepted money from the tournament, it would jeopardize her amateur status. We also both knew how expensive it was to keep a tournament player in the proper equipment. Tom didn't argue, he just accepted the money and slipped it into his pocket. "DADDY!" Rebecca grabbed her father around the neck. "You should have been there. David would read the putts and I would knock them in. It was great. I was on fire!" Tom smiled broadly at his only daughter's success. It made him proud. "I think he would make an excellent caddie!" Even I laughed at that joke at my expense. I really hadn't been much more than a caddie that day anyway. "Have you been drinking Rebecca?" Tom asked his daughter. "Yes daddy. It's a victory party." "You be careful." "I will, David won't let me drink too much and get wild. Will you David?" Get wild, I thought. Hell YES I would! "No, I wouldn't think of it. In fact, it's probably time you switched to water or iced tea anyway." Rebecca pretended to pout, but she nodded. And then I saw a wink. Tom stood up. "Don't be too late celebrating. You have to mow the lawn tomorrow." "I know daddy, I know. I won't sleep in. Too late." Rebecca teased her dad, but they booth knew that she would get the lawn mowed as soon as she got up in the morning. She worked hard and her parents doted on her. Tom got up to leave, extending his hand and congratulations to me and giving his daughter a hug good-bye. Rebecca took her seat back on the front of the golf cart and reached into the cooler for another Corona and lime. When she sat down, my eyes natural traveled to that purple-pantied pussy that had filled my mind almost all day. I was shocked to realize that it was no longer clad in purple. Rebecca saw my shock and grinned mischieviously. "I was so hot, I needed to cool off. I feel a nice breeze already." She opened her legs slightly to let me see into the pink flower that was her womanhood. "So you noticed me looking, did you?" I asked. "Noticed? Noticed what? That drool, that leer, that big salami in your shorts? I would have had to be Helen Keller not to notice." I looked down at my erection straining at my golf shorts. "Yeah I know. I need to pee too, and I can't stand up." I laughed at my own candor. Rebecca seemed to relish in my suffering. "You know what, I think I left my putter cover on the bench at number 8. Can you run us out there so I can look?" I checked in the cooler, there were another five Coronas, just enough for the trip. "Sure," I answered. "It's probably not safe for you to ride up there though, why don't you sit down here?" I patted the passenger side of the bench seat. "I think I'll be fine here." "Suit yourself," I warned her, and hit the foot pedal to make the electric cart go. Though she was rocked by the sudden movement, she didn't lose her perch. Her legs did fly apart in her effort to maintain her balance, and I was there to get a good look. We careened across the golf course, which had been closed for the tournament. The green on hole number eight was as far from the clubhouse as you could get and still be on the course. The cart path wound behind the giant berms that surrounded the back of the green. These berms were easily large enough to hide a caravan of golf carts. It was cool and shady where I stopped the cart in the same place as I had hours before when we played the hole. "Is this where you dropped it?" "Dropped what?" "Your putter cover." "My putter cover? Look behind you silly, it's on my putter." I turned my head and looked. The black leather and wool cover was securely wrapping the head of her White-Hot Two-Ball Putter. I looked back at her, somewhat perplexed. "Stand up," she directed. I did as she asked, adjusting my diminished hardon as I rose. "Don't you still have to pee?" I nodded before realizing how much I did have to pee. "Me too!" she admitted. We both walked to the edge of the course and relieved ourselves. I was blatant about watching her pee. My God she was sexy. "I didn't bring anything to wipe with. Do you have any Kleenex?" "No, but I am sure I can help you freshen that daisy. Would you like me to do that?" I asked as I finished watering the wild grasses at the edge of the course. Instead of replying, she walked over and moved my hand off of my cock. She shook the last couple of drops off, but didn't do anything about putting it away. It stirred in her hand, growing until her fingers no longer could circle it. I looked down, both of her hands couldn't cover my large cock. I picked her up and carried her to the front of the golf cart, seating her on the dashboard, facing forward. I pushed the entire cart off the cart path so I could kneel in the soft grass instead of on the hard sidewalk. I dropped my head between her thighs and placed her legs on my shoulders. I looked up, she was biting her lower lip. In those soulful brown eyes I could see both fear and lust, which I am certain was reflected in mine. I leaned forward, gently blowing on her slit. She shuddered in reply. I blow a little harder and moved in closer. I could smell her sex, her salt, her sweat. The combination made my head swim. I had been married more than twenty years and I was more than that many years older than she was. I was in decent shape then, able to stave off the middle age paunch that afflicted my generation, but my face had ruddy lines, my hair had salt in the pepper. I stopped and looked up, checking for a sign that I had gone too far. "Are you just going to blow me? Or are you going to eat me?" Such lusty words from this regal young lady was all the encouragement I would ever need. My tongue went wild, dipping, diving, flicking, exploring, tasting, delving. I could feel Rebecca's hips buck. She locked her ankles behind my head, thrusting it deeper into her wet pussy. She came quickly and often. Her golf spikes began to dig into my back. I pried her legs apart and pulled both her shoes and sock off. Her feet were hot and sweaty and I immediately went to work on cleaning them with my tongue, driving her crazy. I lapped between her toes, across the arch, around the heel, bathing her entire foot with my tongue. She climaxed again, just from having her toes sucked. She was hanging from the frame supports that held the roof up. Her long hair was whipping back and forth behind her head. Finally she relaxed her grip enough to slide down and rest her upper torso on the golf seat. "My God that's fantastic! Where did you ever learn to do that? I'll bet Patty really likes it when you do that." Mentioning my wife killed my buzz slightly. "No, she really doesn't. She is not as free spirited as you. She likes it dark, missionary, and occasionally." "Oh, poor David! She doesn't know what she's missing. I've never done any of this before, but I am sure that any woman would love it." "Do you mean to tell me that you are a virgin?" "Yes, are you shocked?" "Hell yes! There aren't many eighteen year olds in this town that are still virgin." "I know. I might be the only one." "You've had so many boyfriends. How did you manage it?" "Because the right man had never come along." "Well I envy the man that finally gets to have you." She giggled. "I don't think you need to worry about that." She struggled upright, using my head to get all the way up. "Stand up." Again I did what I was told. She dropped to her knees. She reached out, caressing both of my thighs with her small hands. She let her fingertips reach under the fabric of my shorts, feeling the curly hair around my groin. "You are wearing too many clothes." She reached up and unbuttoned my shorts, dropping them to the ground. Since college I haven't worn boxers or briefs, content to be a freeballer. My erection sprang out at her, striking her in the cheek. She quickly turned her head and engulfed the first three inches in her mouth. Both of her hands grabbed the shaft, leaving an inch of my cock skin exposed. She pulled her mouth away. "Are all cocks this big?" I shook my head no. She just grinned, opened her mouth wide, and stuffed as much as she could into the opening. Soon she was sliding it in and out of her hungry mouth. What wouldn't fit, she was aggressively jacking. Sometimes it hurt, she was clearly inexperienced, but she was enthusiastic and that more than made up for it. Within minutes I could feel my heavy ballsack beginning to tighten. "Be careful, I am about to cum." Her eyes showed only love and her mouth opened even farther as she tried to stuff the entire shaft down her throat. That was too much. I came into my baby-sitter's mouth and pulled her head even farther down onto my cock, bathing her throat with my copious semen. She coughed and sputtered, but I didn't let up, driving it further into her throat and pushing spurt after spurt of rope-like cum directly down into her stomach. I made one last thrust and I could feel her nose against my belly as the last vestiges of my orgasm faded. I could feel her gagging, I could sense her tears. I had gone too far, forced her into too much. I released her head so she could remove my cock from her throat. She pulled back only far enough to get a deep breath through her nose and then she dove forward again, putting my re-hardening cock deep into her throat again. I could feel her swallowing, her throat milking the last drops of cum from my balls. I was spent. I forcibly removed my cock from her mouth. "Noooo! Let me suck it some more. That was awesome. I want to suck it again!" She begged me to face fuck her again. "No, I have something else in mind." I pulled her up, reached down and removed her shirt, revealing a purple lace bra that barely covered her firm breasts. I massaged them both, feeling the hardness of the nipple underneath. I knelt and took them each in turn in my mouth before reaching between them to release the front clasp. I removed her bra and then her skirt and she stood before me, her last moments of innocence were mine to use as I saw fit. I scooped her up and laid her gently on the grass. I removed my own shirt and pressed my gray curly chest hairs against her tan and smooth breasts. I positioned my hips between hers, my cock was eager and knew exactly where to go. I stopped at the opening to her virginity. "This is your last chance. From now on, you won't be a virgin. Do you want me to go on?" I summoned the last of my restraint, though I knew with a thrust I could take her and I was concerned I might anyway. "Shut up and fuck me, you old tease!" "OLD? OLD? I'll show you OLD!" And with that my cockhead ripped apart her maidenhead. I stopped when I saw the tears. Suddenly I was ashamed of myself. "No, no, no! Don't stop. Please, please, please, I have waited so long for this day, for you to take me. Don't stop. I'll get used to it. Please David, please. You must fuck me." That was all the encouragement I needed. I thrust further, an inch at a time, pausing for her to adjust. When I was five inches in, I pulled out. I thrust in six inches and pulled out. I thrust in seven inches and pulled out. I thrust the entire length of my thick shaft into her tight virgin hole. Her head was rocked back, she was biting her lower lip so hard, I was afraid she'd draw blood. She was holding her breath. When I felt her hips relax I started my tempo, slow and easy. She started to move with me, then a little faster, urging me on. "Fuck me David, fuck me. Fuck me David, fuck me. Fuck me David, fuck me." I did as I was bid. I knew I couldn't last long at this pace, her pussy was too tight, her body was too hard, her passion was too great for me to deny. "I need to pull out, I am not wearing a condom," I warned her. "I....am....on......the.... .pill.....don't.....stop....... fucKING.....MEEEEEEEE!" she cried between thrusts, ending in her third climax. I was right behind her, pouring my seed directly onto her cervix. I kept thrusting, my cock kept trying to empty into her, even after I had been drained of cum. Her orgasm continued, subsiding only when I couldn't thrust any more. We parted with a soft, wet plop.